OOC: Good luck Juan and Kamden!

The scene opened in a dark training room, the place was derelict apart from a wrestling ring, a few weights and practice dummies. Jimmy Havoc and Braun Strowman were stood in the ring.

Jimmy Havoc: Alright, big boy. We need a finisher together, understand? Literally, it’s just you throwing your big fuck off arm at someone when I catapult them into you… okay?

Braun smiled demonically.

Braun Strowman: I can take someone’s head off with a lariat. That sounds like fun.

Jimmy Havoc: Sweet. Alright, you mean motherfucker, let’s try it.

Havoc grabbed one of the practice dummies, catapulting it towards Strowman. Strowman hit the dummy with a huge lariat, literally taking the dummy’s head off.

Jimmy Havoc: See! That’s what you need to do to that little shit Enzo! Knock his fuckin’ stupid quiff off...mind you, he’d probably still keep running that mouth.

Jimmy picked up the dummy’s head and mimed with it.

Jimmy Havoc: My name is Enzo Amore and I actually put all this fake persona on and I'm not worth shit. How you doin’?

Braun snatched the dummy’s head from Jimmy, crushing it with his bare hands and then throwing it out of the ring.

Braun Strowman: Stupid Smacktalker Skywalker. I hate Star Wars.

Jimmy looked visibly upset.

Jimmy Havoc: How can you hate Star Wars?! The prequels sure but come on! You’re Luke and I’m Yoda right now, even rode on your shoulders! Star Wars is fucking fantastic! Enzo Amore, on the other hand is not, even Matt Sydal insults him...MATT SYDAL! You know, the dude with the fucked up foot and no charisma?

Braun Strowman: Matt Sydal… stoner loser. Enzo Amore… Star Wars geek. Who the hell is Trent?

Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: What kind of name of Trent anyway? Does he even have a second name? Trent rhymes with...bent! As in, the shape you’ll end up leaving him when you’re done! What even has he done? He showed up with Enzo at some point, probably crawled out of the same gutter Enzo did talking the same shit Enzo does. He showed up again, thinking he's an EBWF Superstar like he's earned the right to be here. He’s not like us Braun, we’re EBWF’s ELITE team, the best and we have to prove it once more. You down?

Braun Strowman: If it involves destruction and hurting people… I’m down.

Braun stomped on the headless dummy on the ring mat, breaking it in half.

Jimmy Havoc:...and that’s why I like you Braun. You don’t need persuading, just a target and a place. Gotta ask you though, what’s your stance on the Jericho deal?

Braun Strowman: I don’t think he likes you… and given that he’s in charge now, that could be a problem. Want me to clothesline his head off, like I did with that dummy?

Jimmy’s smile widened.

Jimmy Havoc: Yes! Yes I fucking do. Look what happened last week, banned you from ringside and then distracted me and result is I lose. Listen, I’m ready to go to war with Jericho and the whole of EBWF...We can run this company from the top...together. How does EBWF World Champion sound to you? That championship draped over your shoulder? Dominating punks like PJ Black, Samoa Joe, Alex Riley and other nerds sound?

Braun grinned.

Braun Strowman: I will go to war. I will DESTROY the EBWF. And I will be the EBWF World Champion. But let’s take things one step at a time. Step one - destroy Enzo and Trent. Step two - defend the tag titles against Matt Sydal and Mark Andrews AGAIN, and destroy them. Again. Step three - take over the world.

Jimmy Havoc: Step 1 and 2 ain't exactly hard work, that’s why I’m considering the future Braun! You won’t even break a sweat on the first two steps! They could make it if they give us any opponents who are in anyway less equipped than us then what’s the point in trying? You’re a fucking monster, no-one can touch you. Anyway, when did you get all... talkative? Thought you were a one line wonder? I like it.

Braun shrugged.

Braun Strowman: Since I came to EBWF, I feel like I need to talk more to make sure I win. I can’t really explain why. But Enzo is a talker, and that’s what makes him a threat. He can’t run the ropes, but he can run his mouth. Maybe I should break his jaw so the doctors have to wire it shut…

Braun looked excited at the prospect of shutting Enzo up for good... or at least until his broken jaw healed.

Jimmy Havoc: I’m glad. You’re right however, Enzo is a very good talker. I’m just glad that does not translate into his in ring work. I might even get in the ring this time and give him a piece of good wrestling for once. Enzo will go out there and talk shit about being a cuppa’ haters or whatever says, I just knows at the end of the match we’ll have a nice hot cup of Enzo and Trent Soup, sound fun?

Braun Strowman: Will the cup be hot because it will be filled with their blood?

Jimmy looks puzzled.

Jimmy Havoc: Well... yeah. That’s what I was getting at yeah...

Jimmy looks at a training dummy.

Jimmy Havoc: Was that not obvious to you?

Jimmy laughed.

Jimmy Havoc: Yes, their blood! I want them to bleed profusely. I want this episode of Warfare to be like the Red Wedding, okay?

Braun Strowman: Was that a Game of Thrones reference? That’s funny because you’re like Tyrion Lannister and I’m like Gregor Clegane.

Jimmy looked up at Braun.

Jimmy Havoc: Wow... a reference you got. Here I was thinking you only knew Wonder Woman stuff, well what do you know huh.

Braun Strowman: I like it because people die violent deaths. It’s my second favourite show after The Walking Dead. Game of Thrones is so much better than Star Wars... Star Wars is for nerds.

Jimmy Havoc: Something something fancy dress. ANYWAY, less TV talk. YOU. KILL. ENZO. AND. TRENT.

Jimmy picked up two training dummies and threw them at Strowman.

Jimmy Havoc: OKAY?

Strowman caught both dummies and slammed them into one another, smashing them both into pieces.

Braun Strowman: Make it rain.

Jimmy looked at Braun, put his hand on his face and sighed.

Jimmy Havoc: That was actually good and it pains me to say that.

Strowman smirked. There was something unnerving about it.

Braun Strowman: I’m actually pretty funny. People just don’t realise because I look like a fucking monster. Speaking of which, that’s what we should name our finisher - the Monster Rainmaker?

Jimmy Havoc: You’re a monster and I’m the one true Rainmaker. Sure. Especially considering the arena will be raining Enzo and Trent’s blood, definitely. Monster Rainmaker it is.

Braun Strowman: Perfect. Now let’s get out of here… I’ve destroyed three dummies, and this place smells worse than the Wyatt compound.

Jimmy laughed and exited the ring, went underneath the apron and pulled out a gasoline can.

Jimmy Havoc: Bray Wyatt, I remember that dude. I burned down his cabin too once you know? Symbolic or something like that….anyway…

Jimmy poured the gasoline all over.

Jimmy Havoc: You might wanna get out...

Braun exited over the ropes and walked out the door.

Jimmy lit a match, smirked and dropped the match onto the gasoline. He stayed for a second whilst the place went up in flames, breathing the fumes before turning round and leaving the building.