September 6th 2015. Camden, London. Progress Chapter 21: You Know We Don't Like To Use The Sit Down Gun.

RJ Singh: Paul Robinson has done it! He's overcame the odds and beaten his mentor Jimmy Havoc! Paul Robinson will get a shot at the PROGRESS Championship! I don't believe it!

Paul Robinson, bloodied and battered climbed the turnbuckle and celebrated. His bald head covered in fresh wounds and blood, he exited the ring and made his way up the ramp. He looked back once more to acknowledge the crowd and walked through the curtain.

The camera panned back to the ring, where a bloodied Jimmy Havoc was just stirring and getting back to his feet. Havoc was covered in blood, his once white t-shirt was now a light pink due to the hell that he and Paul had left in the ring. Jimmy crawled across broken light tubes, glass and thumbtacks until he got to the corner of the ring using it to pull himself up as he had not the strength to do it himself.

Jimmy Havoc was a broken man by this point, his stable broken up by his own demise, his title taken off him by Will Ospreay and now his protege had not only beaten him but battered him in a match that should have given Havoc the advantage.

As he got to his feet, struggling to stand the fans started to chant.

“JIMMY! JIMMY! JIMMY FUCKING HAVOC!”

Jimmy had done some horrible things to the PROGRESS roster but the fans appreciated his rate of his work and the fact he had dragged PROGRESS Wrestling to the forefront of the limelight through his near 2 year reign. He now stood broken but cheered, battered but appreciated. He looked around the crowd, checking every corner and seat in the building all stood up chanting his name. Unsure of what to do because he'd never experienced this before, he raised a hand and gave an awkward smile. He exited the ring and made his way up the ramp, the fans still chanting his name. He turned around once more and bowed to the crowd, mimed “thank you” and exited through the curtain.

As Havoc got through the curtain, the PROGRESS roster stood there, from Marty Scurll, Will Ospreay, Adam Cole to Jack Gallagher, Tommy End and the late Kris Travis. They were all clapping as Havoc stood there, he made his way through the crowd and acknowledged everyone there with a handshake or a hug. He eventually got to the owner of PROGRESS, Jim Smallman who he hugged immediately.

Jim Smallman: What a match Jim! Quite a swan song for you, have to admit though I'm not looking forward to you taking time off!

Havoc groaned.

Jimmy Havoc: You've got a talented roster, I only need a month or so to let wounds heal. Especially these fucking fresh ones!

Smallman laughed and let Havoc go.

Smallman: Medics waiting for you, fresh change of clothes for you in there too. Oh and someone's here to see you, someone big.

Jimmys eyes widened and then smiled. He left Smallman and made his way to the medical room, once there a St John Ambulance medic advised him to sit down and began picking tacks and glass out of Havoc’s skin. He closed his eyes for what seemed like an hour until a voice woke him up.

???: Hey Kid, great match. The crowd really loved you.

He opened his eyes and was shocked to see none other than Chris Jericho stood in the doorway of the medical room. Jericho was attempting to look discreet, and was wearing a pair of jeans with a plain black t-shirt.

Chris Jericho: I’m in England for a few days on a talent scouting mission for EBWF. I’ve heard good things about Progress; thought I’d come and see what all the fuss was about.

Jimmy smiled. The medic pulled out the final piece of glass and Jimmy winced.

Jimmy Havoc: Like what you see then? The roster is jam packed full of guys who would fit right in over with you guys. Unfortunately WWE doesn't seem to like our style but watching EBWF you guys do stuff different, has Ospreay’s match been on yet? That kid is insane!

Jericho nodded.

Chris Jericho: Yeah, him and Haskins just finished. A great match to end a great show. Lots of talented wrestlers in Progress… there’s definitely a couple of guys I’ll be talking to.

Jericho paused for a moment, then smiled.

Chris Jericho: Have you ever thought about wrestling in the States, Jimmy?

Jimmy chuckled.

Jimmy Havoc: Are you kidding? Not many opportunities out there for a guy with my style, I thought CZW would've called by now but even they don't wanna know me. Would've loved to hit up the states! I've been as far as Canada and Australia but not the USA. Why do you ask?

Chris Jericho: Why do you think?

Jimmy’s eyes widened.

Jimmy Havoc: Wait, you're not. Are you doing what I think you're doing?

Chris Jericho: You had a hell of a match tonight, and you had this crowd eating out the palm of your hand. You’ve obviously got a well established character, but I’d like to see how you do in a match with no blood. You seem to have a reputation as a hardcore wrestler, which is fine - we’re not PG - but as I’m sure you know, EBWF is generally a more… traditional wrestling company. If you want blood, you’ve got to earn it.

Jericho smirked.

Jimmy Havoc: Right, cool. So how do we do this? Tryout match?

Jericho nodded.

Chris Jericho: Yeah, that’s usually the way we do it. Jim was saying you need to take some time off for injuries though?

Jimmy groaned.

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah that's the plan, in the moment I sort of forgot about it. I've had a nagging pain in my ankle for a while now, went to a doctor and turns out I need surgery on it. Looking maybe 1 or 2 months out.

Jimmy sighed.

Jimmy Havoc: I can work through it if you want, I really don't want to miss this chance Chris...uhh, Mr Jericho.

Jericho laughed.

Chris Jericho: Call me Chris, please. I hate being called Mr Jericho. And honestly, I’d rather you have your surgery. It could work out pretty well actually… we have a couple of house shows planned in Europe in December, so we could sort out a tryout match then. Would that work for you?

Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: I'd love to! Obviously as you know, surgeries can cause complications. Is there someone I should contact incase I can't make it?

Jericho handed him a business card.

Chris Jericho: You can call me. My cell number is on there… just do me a favour and don’t give it to anyone else. I’d hate to have to blacklist you.

Jericho’s tone was light, but his expression suggested he was serious. Jimmy took the business card and placed it inside his wallet.

Jimmy Havoc: Oh of course not! I promise I won't brag to my friends that I have Chris fucking Jericho’s number!

Jimmy laughed and stood up.

Jimmy Havoc: In all seriousness though, I'm so glad you came to the show and thank you for the offer. I can't wait to prove to you in December why I'd be a great fit for EBWF.

Jimmy extended his hand. Jericho shook it.

Chris Jericho: I’m glad I came too. Now I’m going to sneak out and try to blend in with the crowd. I’ll see you in December.

Chris exited the room and Havoc began to get changed, happy knowing his luck may be about to change.

December 12th 2015. EBWF Live. SSE Arena - Wembley, London.

Jimmy Havoc and Mark Haskins were having a match in the ring to an empty crowd. A few EBWF Superstars were hanging out ringside and on the stage just taking a look, alongside road agents and staff.

They exchanged blows in the middle of the ring until Jimmy hit Haskins with a dropkick to the knee, which sent Haskins crashing down clutching his knee. Havoc walked over to the turnbuckle and removed the padded, exposing the steel. The ref reprimanded Havoc for doing so and went to put the padding back on. Havoc walked over to Haskins who had now regained his composure and hit him with a right punch, they exchanged blows again until Haskins caught Havoc and went for Painkiller which Havoc reversed with a low blow. Havoc went to the top rope and hesitated, checking to make sure his ankle was 100%. He jumped down and hit the double foot stomp, covering Haskins for a 2 count. He argued with the ref and brought Haskins to his feet, going for the Acid Rainmaker. Haskins countered it into the Star Armbar, the submission was locked in for a while until Havoc was able to get to his feet. He elbowed Haskins in the stomach to release the hold but Haskins elbowed Havoc back and began to run the ropes. Before Haskins got too far away, Havoc grabbed Haskins’ arm! Acid Rainmaker! 1... 2... 3!

Haskins got back to his feet and hugged Havoc as they both exited the ring, they were both presented towels and began to wipe sweat away. Dean Malenko then greeted both men.

Dean Malenko: Very good match, gentlemen. Good psychology and face/heel divide. Haskins you're a true babyface, you'll go far. Havoc, can I have a private word?

He ushered Havoc to one side and presented him with an envelope.

Dean Malenko: I know Chris wanted to see you today but he could not make the European tour, obligations elsewhere unfortunately. However, he still wants to deal with you personally. In that envelope is flight tickets and a ticket to EBWF Christmas Eve of Destruction, Chris will see you there. Sound good?

Jimmy was speechless for a second.

Jimmy Havoc: Not having to pay my own way to shows, that's new to me. Thanks Dean…

Dean Malenko: That's Malenko to you, no-one calls me Dean! Will you sign these release papers too?

Jimmy grabbed the papers and the pen from Malenko and signed them. He handed the papers back.

Jimmy Havoc: Well, thanks Malenko. Hope to see you again.

Dean smiled.

Dean Malenko: No problem Jimmy. Enjoy the show. Oh, also can I have my pen back?

Jimmy noticed he still had the pen and handed it back.

Dean Malenko: Ah, my favourite pen. Well, see you around Jimmy.

Jimmy was confused but shrugged and went off to get changed.

December 24th 2015. Allstate Arena. Chicago, Illinois. EBWF Christmas Eve of Destruction.

Jimmy had arrived early, extra early. Jericho had texted him to do so as he had a match later that night against Kevin Owens.

He arrived into the arena and security checked him in as Jericho’s guest, which was nice! He made his way through the somewhat empty hallways… did I mention he was there early? Havoc approached a stagehand, who looked somewhat confused as to why a emo looking guy in dad jeans had got there.

Jimmy Havoc: Do you know where Chris Jericho’s office is? I'm supposed to meet him there.

The stagehand still looked confused.

Stagehand: Uh, sure. Go down the right hallway and then left. You'll pass Wes’ room and then Jericho’s.

Jimmy thanked the man and went into the direction the stagehand had pointed him too, right hallway and then left. He approached a rather tight corridor, but he saw the names on all the doors. “Wes Ikeda”, “CM Punk”, “Chris Jericho”, “AJ Styles”. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was starstruck. He pulled up all his courage and knocked on Jericho’s door. What felt like forever, but was more like a few seconds, the door swung open and Jericho stood in the doorway.

Chris Jericho: You look surprised to see me. Did you think I was too important to answer my own door or something?

Jericho smirked.

Chris Jericho: Come in.

Jimmy smiled alongside Jericho. He definitely thought Jericho was too important to answer his own door. He entered the room and surprisingly Jericho had a desk in his locker room, apart from a meeting what else would Jericho use his table for? Havoc thought about what the table is for, and began to think dirty thoughts before disgusting himself and shook his own head. Jericho didn't notice any of this as he was taking a seat behind his desk, Havoc sat opposite.

Jimmy Havoc: I wish I was important enough to have a desk in a locker room. I wanna be locker room desk rich!

Jericho laughed.

Chris Jericho: When you’re a part-time wrestler, part-time admin, you need a desk in your locker room stroke office. It’s a necessity rather than a luxury.

Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: So we have our meeting and then you go around to play with some explosives? Not a bad day if I do say so myself.

Chris Jericho: TLC4 - I invented that!

Jericho laughed again.

Chris Jericho: Now, let’s get down to business. Your tryout match went well, so now comes the fun part…

Jericho pulled a contract out of his desk drawer.

Chris Jericho: Jimmy, I’d like to offer you an EBWF contract.

Jimmy’s jaw dropped.

Jimmy Havoc: Oh...shit.

Jimmy was stunned, this had to be the easiest job interview he's ever had. All he'd done is crack a joke and he'd been offered the job.

Jimmy Havoc: Wow Chris, I don't know what to say! I didn't even think you'd seen the match, Malenko just handed me tickets to get here...which was totally nice thanks by the way.

Chris Jericho: I didn’t need to see the match. I saw you wrestle at Progress. If you impressed Dean, that’s more than enough for me.

Jimmy Havoc: I nearly stole his pen, he didn't seem too pleased about that.

Chris Jericho: Yeah, he really likes that pen. We hid it once for a rib… it didn’t go down well. Anyway, before this contract becomes official, we’ve got a few things to cover. You’ll need a medical exam, wellness testing, the usual stuff. We’re happy to let you finish up your independent dates before debuting, on the condition that you don’t let anyone know you’re signing for EBWF - Wes and I are traditionalists, we try to stop stories from getting leaked to the dirtsheets. Easier said than done, but still. Any questions?

Jimmy Havoc: Just one. Why me?

Chris thought about the question before answering.

Chris Jericho: A few reasons. First, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not a household name over here. And that’s a good thing - it gives us a chance to mould you into a star. The rest of the reasons are the obvious ones… you’re a talented wrestler, charismatic, you have a good character. And perhaps most importantly, you’ve got a good attitude. You proved that by flying out here on Christmas Eve on such short notice. I want wrestlers I can work with, not guys who will work against me. The rest, we can work on, but you can’t teach attitude or heart.

Havoc tried to hide the fact he was blushing.

Jimmy Havoc: Thanks Chris, maybe we can work a programme together someday, if I was so lucky! I'll get out of your hair and let you prepare for your match. I'll be cheering you on!

Chris Jericho: No problem. Enjoy the show.

Jimmy stood up and shook Chris’ hand. He exited the room and took a deep breath. He had made it, well not officially made it. He still had to finish up Indy dates and get home and try and get a flight during Christmas to London and oh god. Havoc had started to sweat now, he'd forgotten how to get out.

Stagehand: Mr. Mcahren?

Jimmy looked up, it was the stagehand from before and he knew his name now!

Jimmy Havoc: Call me Jimmy. Mr. Mcahren was my day job name.

Stagehand: Okay, Jimmy. I've been brought to show you to catering and then to show you your seat for the show, would you like to follow me?

Jimmy would very much like to follow the stagehand, the stagehand knew where he was. Jimmy was unsure what bloody time it actually was.

Jimmy Havoc: Oh! Sure, yeah. I know where it is but, I'll follow you anyway!

He lied.

Saturday 26th August 2017.

Jimmy is sat at the end of his hotel bed, in just his jeans and no t shirt with his mobile phone in his hand. Suddenly, it rang. “Blank Space” by Taylor Swift sounded...Jimmys usual ringtone.

Jimmy Havoc: “Hello?!”

???: Jimmy! It's Russell Brand here from Radio X! We're about to go on air with your segment, are you ready?

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah sure!

Russell Brand: Is there nothing I should mention? Anything I need to know not to ask? Don't worry, I won't mention the fact that it's fake!

Jimmy grinded his teeth. It's pre-determined athletics!

Jimmy Havoc: No that should be all of it.

Big mistake.

Russell Brand: Well Ladies and Gents, boys and girls. EBWF Summerslam is right around the corner, you like wrestling don't you Steve?

Steve: Yeah, big fan.

Russell Brand: Yeah of course you are. Love seeing the big oily men hug each other! All I'm saying is I like women.

The rest of the crew laughed, Jimmy didn't.

Russell Brand: Well, for a special treat I've got EBWF Superstar London Born Jimmy Havoc on the line for you to swoon over alright. Hey Jimmy!

Jimmy Havoc: Hey Russell, thanks for having me.

Steve: Hey Jimmy, big fan. Just a word Russ, he's the #1 Contender to the EBWF Championship and if he wins he’ll be the first English EBWF Champion so that's big!

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah that's true! Hopefully if I can pull it off, I'll come to the studio and show it off!

Russell Brand: Champions and all that jazz, not quite the FA Cup though is it?! Anyway, Jim, you were born in Camden right?

Jimmy Havoc: Yup! London boy, through and through. I wish I could say it was a tough upbringing but it wasn't. I wasn't the usual drug taking, pork swording posh boy like you Russell!

Steve let out a laugh, Russell wasn't best pleased.

Russell Brand: Apart from the steroids though yeah?

Steve intervened.

Steve: That was a long time ago in a different company who's name I won't mention to respect the man who we have on the phone. Jimmy, I saw you in PROGRESS maybe 2 years ago. You were fantastic then and fantastic now, I've been a big supporter of you in EBWF because you're one of the best Englishmen out there but not to mention William Regal obviously.

Jimmy Havoc: Regal was a big inspiration for me along with Savage and Austin, obviously.

Steve: You seem to take inspiration from all of those people but you've really created your own character in and out of the ring, recently becoming a face...or for Russell's benefit, a good guy.

Russell Brand: Am I a face? Nah I'm a bad boy!

Steve: You'd be a heel then!

Russell jokingly said: What did you call me?!

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah you're definitely a heel, more Val Venus-y. Yeah, I've tried to create my own persona and be unique which is bloody hard to do in this day and age. Even now, my psycho stuff gets compared to Brian Kendricks but I like to think I went above and beyond what Brian did and thanks to management and Wes Ikeda I was able to pull it off. Taking me all the way to the King of the Ring tournament, which was bloody good to win.

Russell Brand: You're a wrestler and a King? Bloody Hell! Do you wear a crown as well?

Jimmy laughed.

Jimmy Havoc: Not quite but it's what got me my title shot tomorrow at Summerslam.

Steve: Against the “Darewolf” PJ Black!

Russell looked gob smacked.

Russell Brand: Did you say werewolf?

Steve: Dare. Darewolf.

Russell Brand: and what the hell does that mean?

Steve: Well it's a play on words because he does things no-one else would do. Werewolf, Darewolf.

Russell Brand: Darewolf, my word. What do you think of that Jimmy?

Jimmy Havoc: I’ll admit, I'm not keen on the whole carnival wrestling nicknames. The Darewolf seems to call himself that because in the ring he does things that no-one else does, the most outlandish thing he does is a 450 Splash. Which, Russ, is a move off the top rope and he spins 450 degrees and lands on the guy.

Russell Brand: Pass me some WKD and I could bloody do that!

Jimmy Havoc: That's the thing, maybe 10 years ago he could get away with that being death defying or outlandish. Nowadays AJ Styles, Matt Sydal or Sami Zayn could pull out whenever they wanted. Yeah sure, I couldn't do it but that's not what I'm about. I'm in your face and brash and I'll punch you square in the jaw after you do some spins in the air.

Steve: He is the EBWF Championship after all Jimmy, you can't underestimate him!

Jimmy Havoc: Oh of course not! PJ is a good Champion but at the end of the day, his time is over. He's not the spotlight and he hates that, the fans would rather see Me and Sami go at it than him at all. He calls himself a champion yet shows up once In awhile, whereas here I am wrestling week in and week out and he dares… or he Darewolfs to say that I'm just a flash in the pan or whatever. If I'm a flash in the pan, I'm the longest one in history because I've been over since Day 1!

Russell Brand: Bloody Hell Jimmy. I feel like I should just hand you the belt now and I don't even own it! Summerslam tomorrow night, 1am! Sky Box Office and EBWF Network! Watch it!

Music played and Jimmys line went silent for a second.

Russell Brand: Thanks for doing that Jimmy. Good Luck tomorrow mate!

Jimmy Havoc: No Problem, that was fun!

Sunday 27th August. EBWF Summerslam.Moda Center. Portland, Oregon.

Corey Graves: What a match between Sasha Banks and Natalya! 5 star match for the ages!

Joey Styles: Up next, we have the Main Event! Jimmy Havoc vs. PJ Black!

“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI hit and Jimmy Havoc, donning his “King of the Goths” tee and Skinny jeans made his way onto the stage. He brandished a kendo stick in his hand, as the crowd cheered he lifted the stick up above his head and pointed it towards the House of Havoc cage. He made his way down the ramp and walked around the cage, dragging the stick along the cage bars. He picked up a mic and walked around the cage some more until he got to the entrance of the cage. He stood there a second and riled up the crowd before entering, he took a look at the weapons hanging from the cage walls and raised the microphone.

Jimmy Havoc: There is a lot to say about tonight's match,‍‍ there will be blood, carnage, sweat, tears and sacrifice. All of which, I have done countless times before in EBWF and before that. I wasn't brought into this company with a silver spoon in my mouth like the Darewolf, I made my way through companies leaving marks on them and for gods sake they left their mark on me.

Jimmy removed his T Shirt and showed his back to the camera, showing several wounds, scars and cuts.

Jimmy Havoc: That's why I wear a T Shirt when I wrestle because I have taken some deep shit from wrestlers that PJ Black doesn't have the time of day to care about. Wrestlers that are so much more deserving than PJ Black or even me. Tonight I wrestle shirtless to show my scars, to wear them with pride for everyone here to show you that hard work fucking pays off.

The crowd cheered.

Jimmy Havoc: PJ Black will surely give me fresh scars to wear and hell, I'll probably do some to myself too because that's what I do. I come out here and put my body on the line in every single match, every single house show and Warfare because if you don't do that then what's the point? What's the point in playing it safe when this is my dream, I give 100% to you guys every single day.

The crowd cheered loudly.

Jimmy Havoc: PJ Black calls himself the Darewolf but I should really call him a Where?Wolf because Where the hell has he been recently? He has one Warfare match in 6 months and seems to think he still runs this place?! Fuck no! Jimmy Havoc runs Warfare because Jimmy Havoc shows up every week and does the things he mentioned earlier. PJ, you had a hell of a run for the Path to Glory Championship and sure it was a year and a half run but who did you actually face? A few decent opponents but other than that you had every other PPV off! Now he wants to continue that “reign” to be the longest reigning champion in EBWF. Newsflash Black, Two Different Championship lineages you idiot! Why not just say I've been the longest reigning all the Championships until last PPV because since I won the Breakout from Shinsuke Nakamura, I had a Championship of some sort. Whether it be the Breakout, Tag Team, Intercontinental, PTG, Gateway, I won them all! You won a chamber in which I got screwed out of by Chris Jericho! Do you really think you'd of won that match had Jericho not been a sour little prick and beat me up after I eliminated him? Again, you're an idiot!

The crowd chanted “Stu-pid Idiot!”

Jimmy Havoc: I got my EBWF Contract offer December 2015, I had my first match in June 2016 and since then I've been on the biggest roll the world has ever seen. I am an EBWF Championship away from being the quickest Grand Slam Champion in EBWF history, I don't want to say I deserve it because I'm lucky to be here but what I can say is that PJ Black definitely does not deserve to be where he is!

The crowd chanted “You Deserve It!”

Jimmy Havoc: Thank you. PJ Black will say that he is Mr. EBWF and he doesn't get the hate h receives or that it fuels him but what he doesn't know is that you're hate towards him fuels me too. I can be the one to dethrone him because of all of you, you guys are the reason I am here. You're the reason I can put food on my table every week and have nice clothes and a nice car. So for that I can say thank you.

Jimmy stopped for a second.

Jimmy Havoc: I don't know what more I could say to you guys.

The crowd chanted “Let's go Jimmy! PJ Sucks!”

Jimmy Havoc: PJ doesn't suck, he blows! PJ Black wanted to have a different match and wanted something unique but I think he's bit off more than he's chew, this is my playground quite literally. In the match where I was scouted by EBWF I was in a deathmatch! EBWF know my ability when it comes to traditional wrestling but when it comes to the ultra violent, death defying horror that you see before you. That's when the real monster hiding inside me comes out because that's who I am. I'm a deathmatch guy, these scars aren't just bad bumps! Glass, light tubes, tacks, barbed wire! Those are the things that have torn the skin from my body and those are the things that make me who I am. I see what PJ is doing though, he wants to prove that he's not just a safe guy and wants to work his way outside his comfort zone. What he didn't realise that, there was a monster hiding outside his comfort zone. Me. I know PJ watched that King of the Ring tournament with an eagle eye because he's not totally stupid, he was scouting the competition and I can guarantee he didn't see me hitting the final 4 Nevermind winning the whole tournament. I surprised him, hell I surprised myself. The Miz, Edge, Sami Zayn, Bobby Roode and Baron Corbin all fell as I was crowned the King, people that PJ would've much rather have faced. He got his dummy win against Enzo, no offence Enzo but you're not on PJs level. The problem is, PJ is not on my level. All the people that I beat, I do it for them. The Miz doesn't want PJ Black as champion, Bobby Roode and Sami Zayn certainly don't want PJ as Champion...Edge couldn't really care. PJ you are the most unlikeable champion I've ever known, and I should know because people used to hate me!

He stopped for a second.

Jimmy Havoc: Speaking of Edge. The only reason you are still champion right now is because Edge wanted the Summer to go home and play video games! Imagine that, being so boring that an EBWF would rather sit at home and scratch his balls than be anywhere near you. Even Lance Storm has charisma over you, Darewolf! You're like the new kid in class that tries to get everyone to call him a really shitty nickname, Darewolf for gods sake! I can make fun of you every night of the week, but you're too easy of a target. Don't twist my words though, that's all you are… a target. You're a target for the gun that i'm aiming for and there's no way to dodge this bullet PJ, you can't even just take it in the ankle and be okay.

Jimmy stepped outside the ring, and onto the barricades standing towards the stage area.

Jimmy Havoc: PJ, me and all these fans are in unison tonight because this is our night. Summerslam is ours, we will defeat you because we are aiming to kill. Your days as the shittiest reign as EBWF Champion is over, Long Live the King...of the Goths!

The crowd chanted “JIMMY! JIMMY! JIMMY FUCKING HAVOC!”

Jimmy looked around at the crowd chanting and smiled from ear to ear, it had all come full circle and tonight whether win or lose was Jimmy Havoc’s night.

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