Help.

[Sam]

Jimmy Havoc stood outside the Joe, hair brushed neatly over the left side of his face. Frank Turner and skinny jeans, along with his black glasses to hide is face and signature black hoody covering his head.

A fan walks by and notices him, despite his best efforts.

Jimmy fucking Havoc! Can I get a selfie?

Jimmy silently sighed and produced a fake smile.

"Course you can!"

Jimmy leaned into the fan and flipped the bird to the camera and a scowl.

"Thanks man! Good luck tonight!"

Jimmy smiled again and waved to the fan goodbye.

He put his sunglasses back on his face and pulled his hoody tighter, in another attempt to hide his face.

"James!"

Jimmy sighed again, another fan? And they forgot his name! He looked up and saw a figure he hadnt talked to in a while.

"I'm only 'aving your bloody life sunshine, Jimmy. It's been a while, last time I saw you we chatted about WWE."

Jimmy looked up and was greeted by William Regal, in his usual 3-piece suit and fluffy hair.

"Pretty sure you told me I hadnt got what it takes."

Regal smirked.

"And you damn well proved me wrong. Just the way I like it, you know Matt Bloom is big on you right?"

Havoc smiled, not many people compliment him anymore.

"Well, thanks but I hope you're not here to entice to switch shows because its not happening."

Regal let out a chuckle.

"As tempting as that is, no. I'm a good bloody businessman at the end of the day and meeting you outside the Joe to try and steal is illegal and pretty unprofessional aswell and I hold myself to a higher standard thank you very bloody much. I'm actually here because I was speaking to young Zack a few days ago and he mentioned you may need help with a few things, so...what do you want help with?"

Jimmy removed his sunglasses, and nervously played with them.

"You wanna, talk about this over dinner...over something?"

Regal chuckled.

"Are you asking me on a date boy? God no. A bar will do, with good Whiskey. Come on."

Jimmy followed Regal into a car and they drove off.

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They arrived at a backalley bar and walked into the bar. As they got in the locals all turned around to look at who was entering. Regal confidently walked to the bar as Jimmy shuffled behind him.

"2 Glasses of Glen Fidditch please."

The bartender looked confused.

"We don't have that."

Regal became disgruntled.

"Well, 2 of your best Whiskeys please."

"Jameson it is."

They both grabbed there glasses and entered a booth at the darkest corner they could see.

Regal swilled his drink, smelled it and took a sip.

"So, Young Lad in America is finding it hard to adapt then?"

Jimmy was instantly confused. He was about to say something but was interrupted.

"All the telltale signs are there sunshine, the fact you dont really like fans asking for pictures, the way you hide yourself in hope you dont get noticed. I can see it all because I was exactly the same. I know why you asked Zack for help, he's done all this in ROH, PWG, New Japan. This is your first time leaving England except for the few dates in Europe but they werent long term like this."

Jimmys face dropped, he took a long drink of his whiskey and out the glass down.

"I wan't to quit."

Regals smirk turned into seriousness.

"That's a big statement, EBWF seem to be treating you right. They're giving you the opportunities I never dreamed you would even get the chance to take, no offence. You've been the one true constant on TV, you are the bloody Villian son. You're the main bad guy, you wouldnt be in programmes with legends like AJ Styles, Dudleys, Shinsuke. They put there trust in you and lets be honest, you repaid them in kind. Houses are up, ratings are up. Dont worry, I know all that stuff."

Jimmy never dropped eye contact with Regal.

"I know but, I don't want to just be the Midcard Heel who the Main Event faces get to run through when they need a victory to tide them over. You think I was happy about losing to AJ? You fucking bet I wasnt. Sure he's one of the most talented motherfuckers in this business but does that give him the right to slate me out saying im just not good enough and he's gonna carry matches? I put that company on my back for a long time, AJ just decided he fancies wrestling again and gets the title. From someone like Jericho who deserved more aswell, he is EBWF. I am EBWF, not AJ Styles. AJ Styles is just a money whore, doesnt care about what company he's in. He likes the fame, why do you think he has that girl of his? So he gets the cameras and the pictures on him constantly, hes a fucking disgrace. He couldnt even give me a tiny rub whilst he pushed my fucking arse aside, cunt. Just the usual "told you I was better". I'm glad they let PJ take the belt, at least he knows the score."

Regal looked shocked.

"Well, thats a....thing. Didn't expect that to be bloody honest."

He took a gulp of his Whiskey.

"Have you talked to Ikeda about this?"

Jimmy laughed.

"Excuse me boss, could you ask AJ to be nicer please. I dont like it wahh wahh wahh. Looks real good for me that. It's pointless, I thought they were high on AJ but they did the Chamber and well...he lost. You dont even realise, I was in gorilla and genuinely pleased. Shook his hand, sure but fuck that dude. Now he'll probably face someone he'll definitely go over and I'll be stuck in a tag team match on the fucking pre-show."

Regal shook his head.

"You have a very high opinion of that then ey? What about this Last Night at the Joe Gauntlet thing? Not heard anything about it? Reckon you could be in there for it you know."

Jimmy smirked again.

"Having a fucking laugh arent you? They'll put it on Alex Riley or Kevin Owens or Cesaro or knowing my fucking luck AJ Styles. I'm not up there with them, I'm just the guy they go over when they need a win. I'm the foreigner, you think guys like me get the big belts? I'm not the face of the company, i'm the transitional champ at fucking best."

Regal got serious again.

Now listen here sunshine. You are bloody good at what you do, youve said it yourself that you carried that company for a good while and trust me they will repay that. AJ was a profit, PJ is a profit. They'll take there leaves of absense and thats when they'll call on you to take over and you can not let that go. Not for no-one, you need to prove to them that they cant make a bad decision choosing you as the face. I know Wes likes you, his style was alot like yours. He wants to see you shine because he never really got that chance properly he just needs a reason to give to the board on why you deserve it. Go out there and give them that fucking reason. Stop caring about AJ Styles or anyone else, care about Jimmy Havoc. You're pretty much the top true heel in that company, run with that."

Jimmy downed the rest of his whiskey and put the glass down.

"Thank you Mr. Regal. You don't even realise how much that helps.".

Regal smiled..

"Trust me I know, ive had this chat and been in your spot. You're a good talent, i'm just sorry I didnt see it sooner."