Tear the door off.

[Sam]

??? - “So what did you want this for anyway? It was ruined when you brought it in, it was an expensive and time consuming job. It ain't going to be cheap.”

Jimmy Havoc - “Money isn’t an issue, I need it to be back in mint condition for a friend though.”

??? - “Must be some friend, what is it your boss or something? You lookin’ for a promotion?”

Jimmy Havoc - “Put it this way it’s going to win me a war.”

??? - “Whatever you said weird guy, it’s gonna be 55 Grand. Will that be cash or card?”

Jimmy laughed, which faded out to end the scene.

Sometime later.

Jimmy Havoc was stood in a run down warehouse (...again.) in his usual get up of a black t-shirt, skinny jeans and airwalks. He stood beside a large box which was covered in a white sheet.

As he pulled the sheet over to cover the bottom areas, a large bang could be heard. As Havoc looked toward the door, there stood Braun Strowman.

Braun Strowman: What are we doing here, Jimmy? Have you got some more dead bodies you need me to get rid of?

Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: Surprisingly not, I have a thing to show you.

Braun cocked his eyebrow.

Braun Strowman: I’m listening.

Jimmy pulled the sheet from over the box and it turned out to be…

Chris Jerichos Jaguar! All fixed up!

Jimmy smiled with glee.

Jimmy Havoc: Whaddya reckon?!

Braun looked confused.

Braun Strowman: Did you pay to get this fixed? I don’t understand… I thought the whole point was to destroy it. That’s what we did, and it went better than we could’ve imagined.

Braun smiled as he remembered the destruction of Jericho’s Jaguar.

Jimmy Havoc: Wait, Did you think I was going to let you drive it? No, my huge friend.

He opened the boot of the car and revealed a sledgehammer.

Jimmy Havoc: I paid to get it fixed up...so you can destroy it again.

He motioned to hand the sledgehammer to Braun. From the look on Braun’s face, you would think Christmas had come early.

Braun Strowman: Awww… you shouldn’t have.

Jimmy pulled back the sledgehammer.

Jimmy Havoc: This a Thank You. For going through this with me. For being my friend even though your first stint in EBWF is well, against EBWF. You’re my brother… Braun.

He handed the Sledgehammer over. Braun threw it towards a car like a discus… it went through the windscreen and came out through the front door window. Braun let out a laugh.

Braun Strowman: That felt good.

Braun walked towards the car and grabbed the door with the smashed window, ripping it off the car and throwing it to the ground. He picked up the sledgehammer, lifted it over his head, and brought it down hard on the top of the Jaguar, leaving a large dent in the roof. Braun used the sledgehammer to smash the other window, then flipped the car over. Once the car was turned upside down, Braun ripped off one of the tires, throwing it across the warehouse. In his excitement, Braun threw the tire near Havoc, narrowly missing him.

Jimmy Havoc: Fuck me. I get you a gift and do that to me? Christ almighty!

Jimmy moved his hair back over the right side of his face.

Jimmy Havoc: Now look. I have to take on Big Show in a cage.... That means you can't get in...or so they think. Listen, If i get some boltcutters and-”

Braun interrupted Havoc, and pointed to the car.


Braun Strowman: Did you not see how easily I ripped that tire off the car? There isn’t a cage strong enough to keep me out.

Braun smirked, flexing his muscles.

Jimmy Havoc: Fair enough. Look, I can take Big Show on my own...he's old and slow. Plus he can't climb a cage, all I need to do is chop down the tree and climb out. However if they try any shenanigans… I can count on you right?

Braun Strowman: Of course.

As if to emphasise his point, Braun ripped another tire off the Jaguar, throwing it across the warehouse. This time he made sure he threw it nowhere near Havoc.

Jimmy Havoc: Alright sweet. Listen…

Jimmy threw some keys which he had taken out of his pocket at Braun.

Jimmy Havoc. This warehouse and the car are yours. Whenever you wanna just come back and break the cunt… you can!

Braun Strowman: Thanks. You sure you don’t just want to burn it to the ground?

Jimmy took a lighter out of his back pocket, flicked it alight...shut it off and put it away.

Jimmy Havoc: Nah, no this time. I don't wanna pay more money to give you a chewtoy again.

Braun nodded.

Braun Strowman: Let’s get out of here before you change your mind.

Havoc walked out the door as Braun was behind him, Braun locked the door with his new keys