“You have 1 New Voicemail from…”

The usual monotones Voicemail changed to the distinct cockney accent of Jimmy Havoc.


“Jimmy…”

“Press 1 to Listen. Press 2 to Delete”

A key was pushed. Heavy breathing could be heard

“...it happened again. I need you.”

??? - “Damn it Jimmy.”

Old Enemies, Old Friends.

The scene opened up in the city of St. Louis, Missouri. It was a awful gray day, the skyline was dominated by the EBWF HQ. The camera raced through the city until it got to a house, number 6. A Pickup truck pulled up. A man stepped out of the truck, Tall with a shaved head. He wore tinted black glasses, a Metallica T-Shirt, ripped Jeans and boots. He pulled his glasses onto the top of his head revealing himself to be Baron Corbin.

Baron Corbin: What the fuck have you done this time Havoc?

He walked up the long path to the door, he knocked on it but the force of the knock ajared the already opened door.

Baron Corbin: Hey Havoc, where you at?

No-one responded. He shook his head and peered in the room to the right, a normal looking living room. He walked through it until he saw a cupboard door open, he went into it and noticed it was a trophy room...or had been.

Baron Corbin: The fuck?

He flipped the light switch and saw a smashed cabinet with EBWF Belts thrown all over the place. A broken crown and a ripped picture of Corbin and Havoc with the Tag Titles. He picked up the picture and placed the ripped pieces together.

Baron Corbin: We had some good times Havoc. What happened to you?

He placed the photo down and noticed the other smashed photo frames. Braun and Havoc, Havoc and Seth, Havoc entering Mania on Braun’s shoulders and Havoc Main Eventing Mania.

Baron Corbin: You had some career too, where exactly are you?

He turned and exited the room and walked out of the living room. He could hear a slight rustling noise coming from upstairs. He began to scale the stairs.

Corbin: Jim?

No-one responded again, all doors were open except for one. It was locked and wouldn’t open, he could definitely hear the noise coming from in there.

Baron Corbin: God damn it.

He shouldered the door until it broke the lock and the door flung up. The first thing he noticed was Havoc sat in the middle of the room rummaging through what seemed like a Mailman’s rucksack, he was pulling letters out, opening them and discarding them. Havoc didn’t seem bothered or noticed that the door was open and Corbin stood there. Corbin began to walk forward as more of the room presented itself when he instantly noticed a dead body in the corner of the room, wearing a mailman’s outfit. The clothes stained in patches with blood and cut from a knife attack.

Jimmy Havoc: 2 days.

Baron Corbin: What?

Jimmy Havoc: You were about to ask how long he’s been there. 2 days.

Corbin stepped forward again. He noticed blood all over Jimmy's nice white buttoned shirt and hands, confirming him as the probable killer. If there was any doubt...and there shouldn’t be.

Baron Corbin: What happened man?

Jimmy Havoc: I don’t know. I went to get my gimmick check and I went red. He said something.

Baron Corbin: What did he say?

Jimmy Havoc: *in a mocking southern accent* Aren’t you that British fella who got whooped by Wes Ikeda? Yeah you are!

Baron Corbin: That’s it?

Jimmy Havoc: It was enough.

Baron Corbin: Brother. We’ve been called worse than that by kids at shows man. I’ve been called worse by women in mobility scooters, what happened to you?

Jimmy Havoc: What happened to me? What happened to you Good Brother? You got knocked clean by Braun and was never seen again, did he beat you into hibernation?!

Corbin’s hands tensed.

Baron Corbin: Hey, you turned on me. You casted me out for that big asshole Braun.

Jimmy dropped the letters and stood up, toe to toe with Corbin.

Jimmy Havoc: He was worth 10 of you. You did nothing but bitch and moan, Braun got shit done.

Baron Corbin: Then you turned on him before long too, don’t work well with others huh? Suppose the whole Broken thing was bullshit.

Jimmy Havoc: Bullshit like your fire fetish and your stupid ass haircut.

Corbin dropped Havoc with a right hand.

Baron Corbin: Did you bring me here to just rip into me? There’s a reason Leva didn’t answer your voicemail, she said go fuck yourself.

Jimmy fell backwards off the hit but never lost his balance, he stood back upright to Corbin and wiped the blood from his newly busted lip.

Jimmy Havoc: You and Leva were a cancer on my career, you seen what happened when I left you all? I did EVERYTHING!

Baron Corbin: Except the World Title right?

Jimmy went to swing at Baron who stepped back from it and caught Havoc again with a right.

Baron Corbin: You ain’t what you used to be.

Jimmy was down from the last hit on all hands and knees, he spat out blood and stood back up.

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah and you were a paper IC Champion. Scared of what you won.

Corbin dropped Havoc with a left this time.

Baron Corbin: Yeah and you took that from me. Some sort of bullshit power play cos you can’t stand people being above you.

Jimmy screamed as he was on the floor on his knees.

Jimmy Havoc: You were never above me you dull prick. You were trash and a bad apple in the bunch. You...were...nothing!

Corbin sighed and picked Havoc up by the scruff of his collar, head butted him and left him to ragdoll on the floor.

Baron Corbin: Damn it brother. You made me do that.

Corbin rolled up his sleeves as he walked over to the body.

The scene faded and opened back up with Havoc waking up on the couch. He had cleaned himself up and changed his clothes. He looked at his hands which were now completely void of blood. He panicked for a second and ran upstairs to the room where he sat, he opened it up and it was spotless. Not a single drop of blood.

He came back downstairs and heard noises coming from the trophy cupboard. He opened it to see Corbin re-arranging his trophy cabinet, putting things back in his place. Corbin turned around to see Havoc in the doorway.

Baron Corbin: Morning Sunsh- Ow. Shine is right. Sorry about the eye.

Jimmy winced as he touched it.

Jimmy Havoc: Thanks. I needed that.

Baron Corbin: You’re a fucking idiot, but you’re my idiot. Adam texted too, told him you’re golden. Look man, what’s happening with you?

Jimmy sighed.

Jimmy Havoc: I’m ran out man. I’m out of gas, 2 years into my EBWF career and the rookies are already passing me. I’m out of ideas man, I lost in KOTR to Tommy god damn End.

Corbin: Yeah I saw that kick. Knocked your ass out cold.

Jimmy Havoc: Yeah. My eye was healing until you made sure it didn’t.

Baron Corbin: Gotta do what I gotta do. Put an old dog down.

Jimmy chuckled.

Jimmy Havoc: I ain’t that old yet.

Baron Corbin: Look man. You helped my career and elevated me to a place I didn’t know I could reach. I can now say I’m a former Multi Champion because of you. I was getting nowhere with Brookside. You picked me up when I needed it. So now I’m here to pick you up cos you so desperately needed it. I fixed your cabinet too you idiot.

Jimmy Havoc: Thanks and Thanks.

Baron Corbin: Look. Come with me. I’ve got something to sort you out.

Corbin exited the room and Havoc followed him, they exited the living room, walked through the kitchen and into the garage. The room was covered in Saran Wrap, a table was in the middle of the room with the mailman on top of it also covered in Saran.

Baron Corbin: You wanna remember who you were? Or dwell on the asshole you are now?

Corbin picked up a knife from a shelf and extended it to Havoc

Baron Corbin: I know you miss this. Consider this a gift.

Havoc looked at Corbin and took the knife. Havoc rolled up his sleeves and walked to the head of the body. He placed the knife down and leaned on the table. Corbin produced a video camera and stood at the opposite side.

Baron Corbin: Matt Hardy. Kill Him.

Havoc smirked, the footage started rolling.

The scene switched the perspective of Corbin’s camera.

Jimmy Havoc: I thought I was completely done after losing to Tommy End. I thought it was over, I thought the rookies had pushed me out. I have to admit Marty, you give me tiniest bit of hope I was still here mentally. No, it was a former tag partner of mine...Baron Corbin.

The camera shifted to show Barons face who winked and pointed it back at Havoc.

Jimmy Havoc: I now face Matt Hardy. I drove myself insane trying to figure you out Matt, so much so that Baron here had to actually beat the shit out of me.

Jimmy used the knife to point at his black eyes.

Jimmy Havoc: You May be Woken or Broken or V1 or the Elephant Whisperer or The guy who killed Jeff’s dog. I don’t really care what guy you are at the minute, I’m going through you. You claim to have this knowledge of past warmongers and leaders and all that is whatever but…

Jimmy looked up.

Jimmy Havoc: What’s the point in it? So you can use that stupid accent and look smart? Aristotle killed Alexander, Gengis Khan raped women and children and Gandhi? Gandhi was a huge asshole in the Civilization games. The point I’m trying to make is that you’re learning stuff sure, from the wrong sources. See I believe I hold a lot more knowledge than you or that guy from the YouTube ads with the Lamborghini.

Jimmy picked up the knife again and stared at it, almost lovingly.

Jimmy Havoc: This knife has more knowledge than you could ever gain Matt. You can learn your secrets from the re-incarnated versions of old dudes but this knife can extract the exact DNA of a human being. Things your ancestors can't even begin to fucking comprehend. This knife, can get a person's deepest darkest secrets at the last moments of there life. I knew some people at the last seconds of their life more than their partners of parents. You’d be amazed what people will say to preserve there dull fucking lives. You just accept second hand stories and wives tales while I’m here on the frontline fighting the wars you hear about Matthew. Why don’t I come to the compound and I can tell you everything you ever wanted to know, maybe you won’t be so fucking woke when you hear the true grim tales of reality. You call yourself the Vessel of Matthew Hardy like that makes you unique, everyone that’s ever met my knife is just a vessel wandering through life, on autopilot until those last few moments when they realise that they haven’t done fucking anything in there life. Kinda like you huh?

Jimmy laughed.

Jimmy Havoc: I don’t know if you’ll even respond but if you do I know what you’ll say.

Jimmy puts on a mocking accent of Woken Matt Hardy.

Jimmy Havoc: Me and The Dangerous Jim have never met before but I have met one just like him back in Ye Olde London! Jack the Ripper, ohhhhhhhhh yeaaAAAAAAAS. Jack was a funny fellow, but had a hankering for a whore. Not just the playkind. I had to dispatch of Jack for the betterment of Mankind! Like I’ll do with Jim!

Corbin chuckled.

Jimmy Havoc: You see Matt. You’ll compare me with someone else or multiple people, Dahmer, Ripper, Dexter or Manson. You could go the usual route and just compare me to Brian Kendrick like everyone used too. Now the only people who remember Kendrick are Jericho and Ikeda and who gives a shit really. Everyone quickly realised that I am not another Brian Kendrick, you will soon realise it too.

Jimmy took the knife and quickly slashed the bodies throat across the Adam’s apple allowing blood to spurt across the room.

Jimmy Havoc: My name is Jimmy fucking Havoc. I am the only of my kind. The King of the Goths, The Broken and the Last Surviving Psychopath in the modern world. The ender of lives and the last pair of eyes for the deceased to stare upon. I am everywhere and everything. I am Legion Killer and the Deleter of Matthew Hardy.

Jimmy stabbed violently into the bodies chest, blood spurted up at his face and his neck drenching him. He stopped and smiled sadistically.

Jimmy Havoc: Matt you’ve never danced in the rain and trust me. You’ll not enjoy it but it always comes, no matter how much sunshine you’ll see… the rain always comes. Maybe your stupid fucking goat will tell you that, maybe Vanguard-1 should have a “DEFCON 1” where it says my name because there’s a bloody war coming mate.

Jimmy dropped the knife and wiped the blood from his face.

Jimmy Havoc: Remember my name Matt. Tell your leaders about me, they’ll only cower like you fucking will.

The footage stopped. “KILL HAVOC KILL RETURNS @ WARFARE” displayed in blood writing and faded soon after.