The scene opens up in what looks like the front compartment of a truck. Jimmy sits in the passenger seat with a suit and tie on, a wig to actually give him her on the right side of his head and a pair of black sunglasses. Braun is in the driver’s seat, looking increasingly uncomfortable as he is way too big for a truck compartment. He is wearing a black vest, black shorts and workmen boots.

Braun Strowman: What are we even doing here? What is this house and why are you wearing a stupid suit?

Jimmy looked shocked and played with the collar of his suit.

Jimmy Havoc: This suit cost a man his life! By that I mean I took it off a dude and killed him but still it feels expensive! At least I don't look like Wolverine’s jacked up Uncle Festus.

Strowman balled his fist.

Braun Strowman: Pretty funny coming from Jared Leto’s Joker over there.

Jimmy Havoc: Wow. That hurt. Anyway, this my huge partner is the home of my next opponent...Bobby Roode!

Strowman grunted.

Braun Strowman : I was wondering why I could smell maple syrup.

Jimmy looked at Braun.

Jimmy Havoc: Really? A maple syrup joke towards a Canadian? It’s not very PC, you’re turning into Matt Sydal by the bloody minute!

Braun smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: A smile?! Fuck me, Im on a roll. Anyway listen, what’s the one thing Bobby Roode loves? And don't say maple syrup!

Braun Strowman: Free healthcare, hockey, apologising, The fact when they talk their mouths detach from their heads?

Jimmy sighed.

Jimmy Havoc: No to all of those and that last one’s from South Park!

Jimmy put his head in his hands.

Jimmy Havoc: His, his robes. The robes he wears to the ring.

Braun Strowman: Right what about them?

Jimmy Havoc: We steal them! We steal the one thing he cares about! It's genius!

Braun Strowman: I’ve heard he has a lot of robes, what will we do with them.

Jimmy Havoc: What we always do, sell them on the black market!

Braun Strowman: That's not what we always do, we've never done that.

Jimmy opened his door and hopped out the car.

Jimmy Havoc: Come on you big bugger let's go!

Braun sighed and followed Jimmy out the truck, revealing it to be a larger moving type truck. They got to the door and pressed the buzzer.

Jimmy Havoc: Right, just follow my lead.

Braun Strowman: Why can't you follow my lead?

Jimmy Havoc: Because I’m the lead!

Braun Strowman: What if I wanted to be the lead?

Jimmy Havoc: This is not your opponent, not your plan and not your place! This is my plan so let me take the lead! Follow my l- Hello Mrs. Roode!

During Jimmy’s outburst the door was answered. Jimmy scurried his words to fade out the shouting.

Mrs. Roode: Yes, can I help you?

She looked Braun up and down and was scared for a second.

Jimmy Havoc: Yes, Mrs. Roode we are from Robinsons Robe Removal Service and we have been hired by your husband Robert to take all of his robes from your house to a warehouse somewhere else!

Jimmy put on the fakest smile he could muster.

Mrs. Roode: How do I know Robert sent you? Let me call him!

Jimmy stutters and grabs Mrs. Roode’s arm.

Jimmy Havoc: No need, Mrs. Roode! We have a message from Robert right here, do you want me to read it out?

Mrs. Roode hesitantly agreed.

Jimmy Havoc: Dear Traci, I am having a GLORIOUS time on the road at the moment but I seemed to have packed lightly for what I need so I have hired these men to bring the robes closer to where I will be working, they’ll be in and out in no time! I promise! I love you, Robert.

Mrs. Roode: How many robes are you taking?

Braun interjected.

Braun Strowman: All of them. Mr. Roode requested every single one.

Jimmy Havoc: Yes, Bobby advises us he’s a wrestler and needs this for his entrances and with his upcoming King of the Ring victory he shall need them all!

Mrs. Roode: You mean the robes will be out of the house? Sign me up, come on in!

Jimmy and Braun made there way inside as the scene faded away.

The scene opened back up with Jimmy and Braun shutting the back door to the truck. Jimmys suit is now just a shirt with the sleeves rolled up and no tie. Braun slams the lock shut on the back door and turns round to reveal a huge pile of robes in one stack scattered on a stone floor.

Braun Strowman: How does one man have SO MANY robes?

Jimmy Havoc: Lifestyle of the rich and famous my friend. They buy needless things to make themselves feel more important, stoke their own egos and have them there to make themselves feel somewhat better and to mask the clinical depressive state that is their fucking existence.

Braun nodded.

Braun Strowman: You got deep quick.

Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: I'm good at doing that, I'm the kind of guy who leaves everything on the table and will fight to the very end to prove a point.

Braun Strowman: So what's your point this time?

Jimmy Havoc: The point is this time is, I’m me. Nothing else, I am Jimmy Havoc and this is who I am. There's nothing fancy about me. Everything I have, I earned. I don't do anything to impress anyone. I don't need to wear a $5000 robe to stand out from the crowd, I am the standout and the crowd is on my side. Roode shows up in a shitty dressing gown and thinks he's some glorious guy who can beat anyone. Yeah, I can not let that slide not when me and you have clawed for everything we ever got in this business. I can't let it slide because it just doesn't sit well with me anymore, I am sick to death of people walking around here wanting things handed to them. Tomasso Ciampa, Finn Balor, Matt Sydal and the list will go on forever more, these people seem to think they can fail time and time again and they will be handed the right opportunities and it just can't happen anymore. Look, Roode, you’re a good competitor and good man but Christ almighty you need to prove that to me at Warfare. You need to prove that you deserve that crown because I am the next level, I am the next step for you. Whereas to me, Bobby, you're my stepping stone onto something bigger than you. Is that all you are Bobby? A detour? How does it feel to know how actually small you are compared to the bigger picture. You probably think I've hit the jackpot facing you when in reality…

Jimmy flicks a lighter as Braun is shown pouring gasoline on the robes.

Jimmy Havoc: I couldn't give a single fuck about you sweetheart.

Jimmy dropped the lighter on the robes and walked out of shot.

The scene faded and re-opened showing the charred remains of the robes. There was a fire going, Braun is stood next to the robes as the fiery robes began to fade away. Jimmy walked over to it and picked up the charred remains of a robe on top. Still usable but black and crispy. Jimmy wears it for a second and does Bobby Roode’s pose.

Jimmy Havoc: Glorious. I think I'll keep it.