The Actor Overwhelmed.
Jim Mcahren sits in an well-kept office in the EBWF HQ, he looks nervous as he sports his black skinny jeans, vans shoes and EBWF Performance Centre T-Shirt. He sits adjacent to an empty chair and desk. Whoever he was waiting for, this is their office. A while passed, Jim checked his phone for the time, moaned a little and put it back in his pocket. He was always nervous really, he just hid it pretty well but the tells are there. The drumming from the fingers, the hair getting pushed back into place constantly and the foot tapping. Finally, the door opened and Good Ol’ JR, Jim Ross walked through. He shoot the door behind him as Jim sat up and extended his hand. JR shook Jims hand and took a seat behind the desk, removing his cowboy hat and shuffling his jacket as he got comfortable in the chair.
JR: So what can I do you for son? Something on your mind? You got a big title shot coming up soon, you’ve got to be happy about that surely?
Jim hesitated; he’d wanted nothing more than a World at a major promotion ever since he watched Hogan vs. Savage as a kid but something was up.
Jim: Yes, thank you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, very excited. I just don’t know JR, do I deserve this?
JR: What do you mean? Of Course you deserve this, I won’t lie to you though. There is a few people higher up that aren’t keen on you and your character but that never means anything when Wes himself is so high on you that he drowns out all the doubters. You’re a very lucky guy Jim, I haven’t seen Wes take this much of a liking towards anyone in a while. He see’s something in you and well gosh damnit… so do I kid.
Jim let out a small smile, trying to hide his joy.
Jim: That is…thank you JR. It really means something coming from you, I used to idolise you when you commentated some of the greatest matches of all time. Seriously, you don’t know how much that means to me.
JR: I believe I do son, I’ve had idols tell me things I never believed. Don’t worry, you’ll do good. You just gotta convince the rest to put you over AJ now. I like both you and AJ so whoever walks out of there with the 1-2-3, I can rest easy. I bet you won’t find out until the last minute either, it’s just how these things work. Now go practise your promos kid, you’re gonna need it. Okay?
Jim nodded at JR, the two men got up out of their seats at the same time and shook each other’s hands.
JR: Win or lose kid, you’ll be World Champ someday. Every good story needs a bad guy and right now, There’s no-one badder than Jimmy Havoc. Alright?
Jim let out a visible smile this time and nodded once again, he left the room more confident and hungrier than ever.
The Star of The Show
As the EBWF CEOD Pre-Show is ongoing it cuts to a shot of Renee Young talking to the camera.
Renee: And of course our Main Event of the evening, Jimmy Havoc vs. AJ Styles in a TLC4 Match! We’ve already been through AJ’s accomplishments but, what about Jimmy Havoc? What does he bring to the table in this match? What I can admit though is this kind of match, is just childs play to Havoc.
A vignette plays a small footnote at the bottom of the clips say “(c) PROGRESS Wrestling”. As the clips start you hear feint crowd chants that grow louder and louder.
“JIMMY! JIMMY! JIMMY FUCKING HAVOC!”
A montage starts to play, matches against Jon Ryan, Paul Robinson, Big Daddy Walter. You see Havoc break a light tube over Jon Ryans head by head butting the light tube himself. You then see Havoc getting his forehead tore apart by Paul Robinson with barbed wire, which transitions into Havoc delivering a Death Valley Driver through light tubes and then a double foot stomp onto a load of stacked chairs. It cuts to a rather gothic woman as if she was doing an interview.
“Jimmy Havoc is the most hardcore motherfucker in this business today, he has given actual pieces of flash to the canvas and theres no way AJ Styles comes out on top of this match.”
The scene cuts to Jimmy Havoc standing alone in a PROGRESS ring. The canvas donned with the PROGRESS Eagle, Jimmy stares at the ring from top to bottom. Scouting the ropes and the turnbuckles, all the same as when he was champion.
He looks up at the camera and brushes his hair off his face.
“Still the longest reigning PROGRESS Champion of all time. An accolade I will carry until the death of me, something im very proud of. That isnt why im here though, I’m here because of the blood I spilled onto this ring. The flesh and bone that ive given to make it to EBWF is second to none. If given the opportunity to do it any other way, would I take it? Of course I wouldnt. I did it the way I wanted too, how many wrestlers do you know was an out and out Deathmatch guy and made it big time? Me, Dean Ambrose, Ikeda to an extent...who else? We are a small breed of professional wrestlers, we did it the way we wanted too and never gave in to the cries of the higher ups. They wanted us to be safer, more PG but fuck that. Now look where it has landed me, an EBWF World Title shot against AJ Styles in a TLC4 Match. Tables, ladders and well...explosives. 3 things that quite frankly, really fucking excite me. 3 things that I am well accustomed too, things that I thrive in the most. I am not the most technical, or the most exciting. Put a weapon in my hand and a few minutes and I could destroy anyone on the EBWF roster.”
Jimmy let out a smile.
“AJ Styles could beat me at PPV in any match that he wanted, I’m sure of that. However, this isnt just any match. This is my domain, this is my playground and well, son, you just entered something you’re gonna wish you hadnt even heard of. You seem to think because you’re such a huge star and that you can get all these girls that for some reason, that makes you untouchable.”
“AJ, that’s the problem with you isn’t it. You seem to think you are a big deal, you seem to think that you’re this star and that everyone is planning to flock to EBWF Christmas Eve of Destruction to see you and that is just not the case. Do you know who the hottest rising person in this company is? Me! Do you know who the hottest rising group in this company is? The Broken! Do you know who is carrying this company right now, whilst you sit at home with girlfriend? That’s right, The Broken. So if you think you can walk into CEOD and steal my spotlight? You can fuck off back to Japan or Nashville or wherever the hell you go when you dissapear."
Jimmy leans on the ropes.
“Let’s talk more about AJ though. Let’s take a page out of Ol’ Wise Sydal’s book. AJ was apart of a company that he calls worse than shit, quite frankly he was the golden era and the golden boy. Then he ups and leaves and never even says thank you to the people who put him on the map. Now I know AJ will argue the point that he put himself on the map and whilst thats true, when WCW dropped his sorry ass quicker than you can say Phenomenal, he got picked up that company and they took care of him. Thats the truth and then some. He went to New Japan and got his ass kicked by veterans from Kyoto to Tokyo, but somewhere in there he climbed to the top...only to be beaten again by Kazuchika Okada. Me and Okada have something in common dont we? The Rainmaker! You know how hard that feels and how devastating it can be. Hell you’ve taken a few from me too, you sorry son of a bitch.”
“but I wouldve loved to be in Japan taking beatings from Japanese veterans because that would have been a walk in the park for me. I have gained championships after championships all hy proving all the superstars ive faced wrong. Nakamura, The Dudley Boys, PJ Black, Sami Zayn. All who underestimated me.”
“You may not have knew who I was before EBWF, AJ, but…I strongly advise you to find out who I am and what I’ve done. You may took “Strong Style” kicks from the Japan guys, but when you’ve been able to sit in the locker and pick bits of glass out of your own forehead after a big meaty fucker has head butted a light tube into your head, then please give me a call.”
“AJ, you will be broken from top to bottom, leaving you in the middle of the ring begging for me to put you back together. That’s where I could help though, The Broken could always use another member, just a warning though. I will break you.”
“So please AJ, cut a promo on me. Go and tell EBWF Universe how great you are. Make a joke about how the Divas locker room know your name and how much of a threat im not. Thats the issue with you AJ, you live in this delusional fantasy that youve created where AJ Styles is the only thing that matters. I hate to burst your bubble but, no-one gives a shit about you anymore AJ. Sure they popped for your return but then you got beat by Jericho, make it not even worth it. You go around calling yourself phenomenal because your a five time champion? Fuck man, that just means youve lost it 4 times. Come CEOD, it’ll be 5 times. I can almost assure that one, you can count on me to make AJ the mess that I know he is.”
Jimmy returns to the middle of the ring and crouches down.
“At the end of the day AJ, I respect you. I’m not a fucking idiot, I know what you can bring to the table and I like that. I just don’t think you can beat me in a TLC4 match. If by some miracle you climb that ladder and take the title down, you can guarantee that I’ll fucking shake your hand and promise you that the rematch will be a whole new ball game. If anyone can take that belt off you, it’s fucking me. Come Christmas Eve of Destruction, i’m turning your Christmas into a black one. One filled with hate and horror, sadness and cruelty. That belt is coming home to me, one way...or another.”
The vignette ends as the camera cuts back to Renee Young.
Renee: And off the back of that, joining me at this time. The #1 Contender for the EBWF World Championship...Jimmy Havoc!
Havoc: Now look Renee, I have to be here. Ive been told you’re going to ask your stupid questions and all that but quite frankly I cant be arsed. So why dont you just sit back and watch me go… okay?
Renee looks astonished, she puts the microphone on the table.
Havoc: Good girl. Now, AJ Styles is a good champion thats for sure. However I am and always will be a fucking great champion, i proved that with the Breakout, Tag and IC. Tell me I didnt, I beg you. Those divisions havent been hot in years until I came along. The Breakout was nothing until I placed it onto my shoulders and pushed the competition out the way. Thats what I plan to do with the EBWF World Championship, I will drag this company too the golden age of wrestling once more. Make it a singles match and AJ beats me 9/10 times, you make it NoDQ anything goes...and trust me. Anything will go. AJ will feel everything and every little bruise and scratch and bit of flesh strewn from his body as a reminder of the hell that he had to go through with Jimmy Havoc. The scars of a constant reminder that he just wasn't good enough on the day. AJ hopes this is the only time a year he does this whilst im here begging them to let me do it every week. AJ Styles will be a great opponent simply because he is resilient and that means I can toy with his body a while longer than the normal human. Ive waited for something like this since I got here and i’ve been talking a big game for a while in EBWF. It’s time to prove that I am infact the most hardcore motherfucker to ever step foot in this ring. AJ, if you want to walk away with your title, you’re going to have to kill me man and if you dont...well, you know the words Christy uses.”
“...AND NEWWWWW”.
Havoc drops the mic on the table and walks out of shot.
