Demons.
Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 11:00 am
“You say you like beating the hell out of demons, yet you can’t even fight your own…”
Jimmy Havoc appears out of a black room, a nice black eye on his face. A hoodie covering most of his head and his hair covering his other eye.
“We never lose our demons; we can only learn to live above them. However, you…JTG, are nothing but a thug. The only way you confront your demons is at the bottle of a ….forty.”
Jimmy smiles.
“You seem to think I can’t fight like a man and that The Broken are the only reason I am where I am. What will it take for cunts like you to get it in your thick fucking skulls that I AM WHO I AM BECAUSE OF ME. There is no-one besides me that put me here.”
You could sense the anger levels rising. Veins popping. Spit flying.
“Sure, I’ve had help along the way but when it came down to it. I did it on my own. Breakout, Intercontinental. That was me, hell I even beat one of my own to take the IC. Demonic friends?”
Jimmy scoffs.
“Demonic Friends?! Just how fucking old are you? You’re one to talk about friends anyway, you seem to like bringing up your past glories so much and let’s see if I can remember how you gained them glories…hang on a minute. Shad Gaspard, that’s right! You got your ass carried to glory! You see that’s the difference between me and you J, whilst im the leader in every single way. Whether im with a group or on my own I can bring what I have and do what I need to. Whereas all you are is…well. You’re a comedic act and a hot tag if nothing else.”
Jimmy pushes his hair away from his eye exposing his bruises. He points to it.
“This is what actually standing in a ring and making a name for yourself looks like. I went out there against AJ Styles and I put that motherfucker to the test, sure I didn’t walk away victorious. You can damn well know the whole universe knows who I am now. Whilst you are a waste of a Rumble spot. Why are you even here anyway? You’re a fucking waste of energy, time and oxygen anyway. Quite frankly, it disgusts me knowing that you’ll be on Warfare getting paid to get your arse kicked whilst there is a hundred more talented people that deserve to be here. Marty Scurll, Zack Sabre Jr., Jack Gallagher, Tyler Bate and more! Talent that actually could bring an audience to be engaged for once and not fucking slump in their chairs with a sigh.”
Jimmy smiles once more.
“You want me to fight like a man. Actually the words were, “make me fight like a man”. Once I’m finished with you, you can go and write another shitty little 50 cent book called “DAMN! WHY DID I ENTER THAT RING?”.”
Jimmy laughs to himself.
“You’ve talked about friends, being a man yet I don’t think you understand the meaning of any of it. I don’t have any friends. Not anymore…well, I do have one friend and he’ll be at Warfare with me. Once I’m finished beating some fucking actual brains into you, You can meet the man. The other half of the tag team championships. I’ll be sending a message come Warfare.”
Jimmy turns to leave but turns back.
“If you thought Jimmy Havoc was done after the Rumble, you were wrong. This…is only the beginning. We are defined by how well we rise after the fall.”
Jimmy smiles wide.
“Time for a change.”
The screen becomes distorted and Havoc disappears from the shot, all that’s left is blackness…
Jimmy Havoc appears out of a black room, a nice black eye on his face. A hoodie covering most of his head and his hair covering his other eye.
“We never lose our demons; we can only learn to live above them. However, you…JTG, are nothing but a thug. The only way you confront your demons is at the bottle of a ….forty.”
Jimmy smiles.
“You seem to think I can’t fight like a man and that The Broken are the only reason I am where I am. What will it take for cunts like you to get it in your thick fucking skulls that I AM WHO I AM BECAUSE OF ME. There is no-one besides me that put me here.”
You could sense the anger levels rising. Veins popping. Spit flying.
“Sure, I’ve had help along the way but when it came down to it. I did it on my own. Breakout, Intercontinental. That was me, hell I even beat one of my own to take the IC. Demonic friends?”
Jimmy scoffs.
“Demonic Friends?! Just how fucking old are you? You’re one to talk about friends anyway, you seem to like bringing up your past glories so much and let’s see if I can remember how you gained them glories…hang on a minute. Shad Gaspard, that’s right! You got your ass carried to glory! You see that’s the difference between me and you J, whilst im the leader in every single way. Whether im with a group or on my own I can bring what I have and do what I need to. Whereas all you are is…well. You’re a comedic act and a hot tag if nothing else.”
Jimmy pushes his hair away from his eye exposing his bruises. He points to it.
“This is what actually standing in a ring and making a name for yourself looks like. I went out there against AJ Styles and I put that motherfucker to the test, sure I didn’t walk away victorious. You can damn well know the whole universe knows who I am now. Whilst you are a waste of a Rumble spot. Why are you even here anyway? You’re a fucking waste of energy, time and oxygen anyway. Quite frankly, it disgusts me knowing that you’ll be on Warfare getting paid to get your arse kicked whilst there is a hundred more talented people that deserve to be here. Marty Scurll, Zack Sabre Jr., Jack Gallagher, Tyler Bate and more! Talent that actually could bring an audience to be engaged for once and not fucking slump in their chairs with a sigh.”
Jimmy smiles once more.
“You want me to fight like a man. Actually the words were, “make me fight like a man”. Once I’m finished with you, you can go and write another shitty little 50 cent book called “DAMN! WHY DID I ENTER THAT RING?”.”
Jimmy laughs to himself.
“You’ve talked about friends, being a man yet I don’t think you understand the meaning of any of it. I don’t have any friends. Not anymore…well, I do have one friend and he’ll be at Warfare with me. Once I’m finished beating some fucking actual brains into you, You can meet the man. The other half of the tag team championships. I’ll be sending a message come Warfare.”
Jimmy turns to leave but turns back.
“If you thought Jimmy Havoc was done after the Rumble, you were wrong. This…is only the beginning. We are defined by how well we rise after the fall.”
Jimmy smiles wide.
“Time for a change.”
The screen becomes distorted and Havoc disappears from the shot, all that’s left is blackness…