OOC: Good Luck Raza! It's been an honour going through the last few weeks together with you :)



The scene opens up with Jimmy Havoc and Braun Strowman sat in the back of a horrible broken down and rusted taxi cab. Both men wearing vests and shorts, the sun blazed through the open windows of the cab.

Braun Strowman: This is literally the hottest I’ve ever been. Why the hell are we in Mexico, Havoc?

Jimmy Havoc: I’m surprised you didn't ask on the way to the airport or on the plane but I paid for everything so I suppose you can't really complain. Anyway, have you heard the tale of El Generico?

Havoc looked Braun dead in the eyes as he mentioned the fabled Luchador.

Braun Strowman: El… Generico?

Braun shrugged.

Jimmy Havoc: You know what the indies are right? The place I got my scars, where Wrestlers either live or die by the skin of their teeth? You know the place, where Matt Sydal belongs!

Braun Strowman: Yeah, I know the indies. They’re the place I skipped because I would have killed all the skinny midgets that work ’em.

Braun laughed, then flexed his muscles.

Jimmy Havoc: While that is quite possibly true, El Generico is probably one of if not THE greatest Indy wrestler that's ever been. El Generico was a worker for the likes of Ring of Honor, Pro Wrestling Guerrilla, Combat Zone Wrestling and the list goes on. El Generico would have 5 star matches with anyone you put him up against because he would carry them matches. From the likes of Chuck Taylor, Matt Sydal, Raven, Tommy Dreamer...hell he could even drag a 5 star classic out of you, you big lump.

The taxi driver snorted a little with laughter as Jimmy laughed along with him.

Braun Strowman: Laugh at me again and I’ll put your head through the windshield.

The taxi driver stopped laughing and made an audible gulp.

Taxi Driver: Sorry, senor.

Jimmy Havoc: Aren't we all having fun? Anyway, El Generico would have these fantastic matches but what really put it all together for him was one single rivalry that lasted a decade. El Generico vs. Kevin Steen, or as you know him Kevin Owens. Those two would be friends one minute and the worst of enemies the next. You know, kinda like Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens right now, huh… Kevin Owens surely does suck at making friends huh?

Braun Strowman: Right…

Braun nodded, pondering what Havoc was saying.

Jimmy shook his head.

Jimmy Havoc: So yeah. Generico and Steen would go on to have multiple 5 star matches and basically put the likes of PWG and ROH on the map.

Braun Strowman: Okay… and what’s El Generico doing now? If he’s so good, how come I haven’t heard of him?

Jimmy Havoc: That's the bloody point! There was rumours that he was going to Connecticut, there's even pictures of him at the development brand having a dark match. Then all of a sudden nothing, they debuted Sami Zayn, my only real thought is they liked Sami more so they went with him. Since then Generico was rumoured to have died, drank himself to death. Other rumours are way too fucked up to mentioned, the most concrete one was he's spotted at an Orphanage in Mexico. You see El Generico loved kids, helping them and people say he used to volunteer at an orphanage and after his rejection that's where he went, so that's where we are going!

Braun nodded again, as if he had figured something out that Havoc didn’t realise.

Braun Strowman: Ummm… I don’t suppose you have a picture of El Generico, do you?

Jimmy shuffled around his Short pockets and pulled out a crumpled picture of a white man, ginger chest hair and a ginger beard with a generic luchador mask on his head.

Jimmy Havoc: that's him, the legend himself.

Braun Strowman: That’s him alright. It’s Sami Zayn, you idiot! I’d recognise that beard anywhere.

Jimmy Havoc looked at Braun as if he was an idiot.

Jimmy Havoc: Now I've heard it all! Sami Zayn is not El Generico, Sami took Generico’s spot!

Jimmy puffed his chest out and crossed his arms.

Braun Strowman: Uh huh. So what’s El Generico’s finisher? What are some of his signature moves?

Jimmy Havoc: Well, he did a pretty sweet Blue Thunder Bomb but his Coup de Grace was the uhhh….

Jimmy cleared his throat.

Jimmy Havoc:BRRRRRAAAAAAAAIIIINNNNNBUSSSSSSTAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Jimmy cleared it again.

Jimmy Havoc: Brainbuster, he kicked people in the corner too.

Braun Strowman: He kicked people in the corner? That sounds a lot like the Helluva Kick, Jimmy. And how many guys do the Blue Thunder Bomb? Do you need me to punch you to knock some sense into you?

Jimmy Havoc: They don't even look the same!

Braun Strowman: Hold on a second.

Braun got his phone out, and loaded up a picture of Sami Zayn on Google Images. He held the picture next to the photo Havoc had of El Generico.

Braun Strowman: Look… they’re the same person!

Jimmy Havoc’s draw dropped.

Jimmy Havoc: HOW AM I ONLY FINDING THIS OUT NOW?! I LOVE GENERICO BUT I HATE SAMI ZAYN OH THIS IS SUCH A CONUNDRUM!

The taxi driver stopped.

Taxi Driver: Wait you did not know Sami Zayn was El Generico? You idiota!

Jimmy Havoc leaped forward.

Jimmy Havoc: Keep driving and shut up or I will show you your insides!

Jimmy fell back into his seat.

Jimmy Havoc: How many people know this?

Braun Strowman: Well I figured it out pretty quickly and I’m not exactly smart. I think it’s safe to say most people know.

Jimmy whined.

Jimmy Havoc: What do we do now? We came here to find El Generico when apparently I’ll meet him on Warfare!

Braun Strowman: Well, we could check out this orphanage since we’ve come all this way. El Generico and Sami Zayn might be the same person, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that Zayn has nothing to do with the orphanage.

Jimmy Havoc: I wouldn't even know what to say, El Generico was a bit idol to me. I respect Sami Zayn but I also want to rip his eyes out and eat them, literally.

Braun Strowman: Either you don’t know the meaning of the word literally… or you literally disgust me.

Jimmy Havoc: I’m just so confused.

The taxi stopped.

Taxi Driver: We are here. That’ll be 200 pesos please.

Jimmy sighed.

Jimmy Havoc: Braun deal with this prick will you.

Jimmy sadly got up and out the cab as the driver looked confused. Braun grabbed the driver by the neck.

Braun Strowman: Remember what I said about the windshield? Well, I’m going to follow him into the orphanage, and if you’re still here when we come out, your kids will be orphans.

Taxi Driver: But I have a wife! That doesn’t even make sense!

Braun snarled.

Braun Strowman: Don’t push me!

Braun shoved the driver back into his seat and exited the cab. The taxi driver quickly sped off. Laughing, Braun went after Havoc.

Jimmy Havoc: So what do we do now? We're here and-

All of a sudden a man that exactly resembled El Generico exited the orphanage.

El Generico(?): Hola mis amigos!

Jimmy took a step back.

Jimmy Havoc: Braun? You said…

Braun Strowman: Sami, we know it’s you. Take of the mask?

El Generico was very animate with his hands and shook them violently.

El Generico(?): No! No! No! Soy El Generico! No Sami Zayn!

Jimmy Havoc: If you’re not Sami Zayn, how did you know who Braun meant?

Again, El Generico very animatedly put his hand on his beard and then pointed in the sky as if he struck an idea. He grabbed Havoc’s arm and dragged him inside the orphanage, once inside he brought him into a room where at least 10 children crowded round a small television monitor. The television was playing EBWF Warfare. El Generico pointed to the screen and then pointed to Havoc and Strowman.

El Generico(?): EE...BEE...DOUBLEYOU...EFF!

Jimmy stopped for a second.

Jimmy Havoc: This is a taped show! This is no proof! Come on Sami, mask off now.

El Generico shook his head quickly and begged for Havoc not to do it. As Jimmy approached El Generico, Braun pushed Jimmy aside.

Braun Strowman: Let’s get this over with already.

Braun pulled off the mask in one swift grab at the masked luchadors head. It revealed that El Generico was...just some dude! Underneath the mask was a pasty faced, black haired, average guy. The kids in the orphanage noticed the commotion and turned around, seeing “El Generico” unmasked began to erupt into tears.

The Artist formerly known as El Generico: You see what you did now! Those kids looked up to me! You monsters!

Jimmy cracked a smile.

Jimmy Havoc: I knew it all along, you think I'm bothered about a few crying kids? That's my day job! Call this a bonus, kid.

Braun Strowman: Wait, what happened to your accent? Are you even Mexican?

Before the imposter could talk, Havoc intervened.

Jimmy Havoc: He's about as Mexican as Sami Zayn is. I hate people who pretend to be something they’re not. Listen, you like showing the kids Warfare, make sure they watch next week. I’ll cut a promo about Jimmy Havoc being Jimmy Havoc because I never pretend to be anything I’m not.

Havoc walked away, clearly disappointed with what he’d seen at the orphanage. The artist formerly known as El Generico looked at Braun Strowman, as if he was expecting to be attacked. Braun smirked.

Braun Strowman: I’m not going to attack you in front of the kids. But I’m keeping this.

He held up the mask he had ripped off the imposter’s face.

Braun Strowman: Grown men don’t wear masks.

Braun walked after Havoc as the unmasked man tried to calm the crying children down.

After threatening another taxi driver to get a free ride to the airport, Havoc and Braun flew to Philadelphia, where Warfare was being held. With the show heavily in motion, it cut to Joey Styles and Corey Graves at ringside.

Corey Graves: Another King of the Ring match in the history books and many more to come up! But right now we have a very special surprise as the Tag Team Champions are coming to ring to share what they call an “exclusive”.

“I Hope You Suffer” echoed through the arena as a chorus of boo’s drowned the music. Braun Strowman and Jimmy Havoc exited the backstage area with microphones in their hands.

Joey Style: They're ready to give these fans an earache that's for sure!

As they approached the ring both men showed off their title belts and got into the ring.

Jimmy Havoc: Well hello Philadelphia!

The crowd cheered at the mention of their state.

Jimmy Havoc: you didn't let me finish. Well Hello Philadelphia you cesspool of shit!

The crowd immediately booed Jimmy Havoc.

Jimmy Havoc: Now now! Less of that, I have something very important to say and you all need to shut the fuck up and let the grown ups talk okay? Tell them Braun. We have some breaking news that will shock the world and seen as though Braun is the one that cracked the case, he should be the one to spill it! Go on Braun... don't be shy.

Braun appeared reluctant to say anything.

Braun Strowman: Are you sure about this, Jimmy? I mean, they probably already know…

Jimmy Havoc: Please don't tell me you give these people an ounce of intelligence? You going soft on me?

The crowd booed. Braun sighed.

Braun Strowman: This weekend, Jimmy Havoc and I travelled to Mexico to investigate the disappearance of the masked luchador, El Generico. While we were there, we realised…

Braun stopped.

Braun Strowman: Are you sure you don’t want to tell them, given how important this is?

Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: I do love credit but it goes where its due.

Braun sighed.

Braun Strowman: Sami Zayn is...Sami Zayn is…

Jimmy Havoc interrupted.

Jimmy Havoc: Sami Zayn is El Generico!

The crowd was silent.

Jimmy Havoc: I know you're stunned. It's true, it's really true we figured it out ourselves

The crowd started chanting “STUPID IDIOT” and clapping.

Braun Strowman: I told you they already knew.

Jimmy looked furious.

Jimmy Havoc: I am not! A stupid idiot! That's Chris Jericho’s thing anyway! You Philadelphia bastards can't even get your own chant!

The crowd boo’d again but the stupid idiot chants stopped.

Jimmy Havoc: Listen, I came out here to expose Sami Zayn as a fraud and trickster. Sami Zayn, The man Previously known as El Generico. The Generic luchador! Has he changed much really? Sure he dropped the mask but, he's still a goofy underdog who can't get anywhere in this business. The title El Generico even fits him too a T aswell. He is the most generic person on this roster and you people cheer him because he's just as generic as you sad lot.

The crowd chanted Ole! For Sami Zayn.

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah yeah, whatever. Sami Zayn is the most generic person I've ever met. He comes down to the ring, does his little dance, dusts himself off, grabs a microphone. He takes his cap off and rubs his beard and as he raises the microphone to his mouth…

Jimmy imitates bringing the mic up.

Jimmy Havoc: He fills you with nothing but lies and slander.

The crowd boo’d. All of a sudden “Worlds Apart” by CFO$ filled the arena and the crowd went berserk.
Jimmy ran to the ropes, foaming at the mouth.

Jimmy Havoc: Come on Sami! If you’re brave enough!

Worlds apart played for a while and still no sign of Sami. Jimmy Havoc laughed.

Jimmy Havoc: You see, that… was a lie. You all thought that Sami Zayn was gonna come out here all guns blazing but I fact I paid the backstage guys to play his music to show you how a lie works. If Sami really was the hero he tells you he is he wouldn't even let me spit a single world out here but he isn't out here. He's in the back writing his speech that he’ll probably make, sprinkling in some cliches and some bullshit. That's Sami Zayn, in England we’d call him a wind-up merchant because all he does is wind you up like a wind up toy all the way so when he spins it that final time you’ll all cheer for him because you believe his absolute nonsense that he says.

The crowd once again started chanting Ole!

Jimmy Havoc: This is what I mean, how can you chant for him and stand idly by while he tells you stuff that he never even goes through with. He was supposed to beat Chris Jericho last year...and didn't. He was supposed to win the Royal Rumble...and didn't. He told you he’d be at Mania and where was he? Sat in Canada crying because he couldn't even make curtain jerker. Whilst Jimmy Havoc was claiming 2 title belts in front of the whole world.

Jimmy held his arms wide as the boo’s reigned down on him.

Jimmy Havoc: That's the difference between me and Sami Zayn, I say what I want to do and I bloody well do it. When I first came into this company I said I would be Breakout Champion in no time at all, 3 weeks later and I'd beaten Shinsuke Nakamura clean at last years King of the Ring. I said I would win the Tag Team Classic and I did, Intercontinental, done it. I said I'd beat Alex Riley and I Did just that on the grandest stage of them all. I am not a liar, I am the one person in this company that will tell you everything in complete truth and you want to know why? Because I don't give a single shit what you all think of me. I do things for Jimmy Havoc, I do things for Braun Strowman and the good of the team. I don't do anything for you troglodytes, sure some of you cheer for me and for that I thank you for seeing the light in this shit world filled with grey areas and darkness. For those of you that boo me well, keep it coming because Jimmy Havoc does what Jimmy Havoc wants. Sami Zayn will sure come out here and tell you all that I'm wrong and he’ll win his 3rd KotR in a row but let's be honest. The last few tournament have been lacklustre to say the least, no-one had come across nothing like me before. Last year I was the fastest rising star in this company, I ran through everything in my way and left a trail full of blood. This year, is the year I get to do everything I didn't do last year. KotR, Royal Rumble and the EBWF Championship.

The crowd erupted into chants of PJ BLACK!

Jimmy Havoc: It's nice how you'd rather chant for PJ over me, but PJ is similar to me in a way that he also doesn't give a shit what you all think. Like AJ Styles didn't care and look where he is, he isn't here anymore because he took his pay check and ran! He's not here to entertain you, no-one in their right mind is here to entertain you. So tonight when I go One on one with Sami Zayn...if that is his real name… you chant your Ole’s and you're DIE HAVOC DIE’s because once I'm in that ring you are nothing but noise to me. When I'm in that ring it is just eyes on the prize and Sami Zayn is standing in the way of that prize. Sami Zayn is going to run the fuck over because Sami Zayn doesn't know what's good for him. What's good for him is maybe a little vacation, a long enough one where people forget about him but not long enough where he can come back and I can kick his ass again.

Jimmy smiled as Braun laughed.

Jimmy Havoc: Ladies and Gentlemen, I shall take a page out of the legendary Paul Heyman’s playbook. I promise you that I will beat Sami Zayn, I promise you I will beat Enzo Amore or Randy Orton and I god damn promise you I am taking that KotR crown. When Jimmy Havoc makes a promise he doesn't break it because I never have and I never will, that Ladies and Gentlemen is not a prediction...it's a spoiler. Considered yourselves in the know and in the loop because you know the results of the KotR tournament! Jimmy Havoc is the crowned KING...OF THE GOTHS. Reddit is probably gonna blow up over this one, Jimmy Havoc shoots on the front page like this isn't a wrestling show. For all you internet fans out there that are begging for Sami to win, grab your Kleenex and tell your Mommy to put the chicken tenders in the oven because tonight's gonna be a sad night for you, I don't even think your Waifu pillows can handle those kinds of tears.

Havoc began to walk out of the ring and down to the floor. He walked up the ramp as his music played and stopped at the top.

Jimmy Havoc: There's 3 things that will always come about. Death, Taxes and Jimmy fucking Havoc.

He stopped whilst the boos came down.

Jimmy Havoc: Long live the King.

He dropped the mic and walked through the curtain.

Corey Graves: Wow. Some harsh words there from Jimmy Havoc, he’s really turned it up a notch.

Joey Styles: We’ll see if it was a promise he’s going to keep later on tonight!