08-15-2013, 03:35 PM
*Scene opens up to Dre Chambers back stage in a locker room with LJ Havok. Havok is pacing back and forth. He punches the wall Dre is standing next to.*
Hey! Chill the fuck out! That coulda gone alot worse. At least you were able to walk out.
*Havok ignores him and continues punching the wall.*
Look you stood toe to toe with Death Merchant, and you livin to tell about it. You still have that lumberjack match Monday too. Don't worry you can redeem yourself.
*Havok turns around calmly and starts at Dre.*[purple]
Where were you?
[purple]*Dre just stares at him unsure of what to say.*
Where the FUCK were you?! I got destroyed out there. You are supposed to be my homie. Right?! That was our code. Caliban was no fucking help whatsoever. He might as well have sat in his lockeroom with his thumb up his ass. He wasn't prepare and thanks to that fact he is now layed up in a hospital bed.
I don't like your attitude. And I told you I wasn't goin out there until you fuckin get your shit straight. You lost a match! It's part of professional wrestling! Get the fuck over it.
This wasn't the statement I wanted to make. I don't want this to set a trend. I want to make a huge statement. And I can't do it hanging with you all the time getting high.
*Havok gets up in Dre's face. Dre hold's his gaze.*
I never made you smoke shit. So I suggest you get up out of my face before I knock yo ass out, you punk bitch.
*Havok backs off a little. He looks relieved that he didn't do what he was about to do.*
Okay..okay.
*He pushes Dre down. Dre has a pissed look on his face as he gets up. He charges at Havok. Havok punch him in the face, and Dre goes down hard. He grabs a folding chair and starts hitting Dre with it repeatedly. Dre now might have a busted lip and some internal injuries to go along with that. After Havok is done with steal chair, he picks up Dre and tosses him over his shoulder. He opens the locker room door and walks through the hallway and then to the door to the parking lot as several people in the backstage area look on. Havok opens the door and tosses Chambers out. Havok shuts the door and turns around and looks at a referee.*
You might want to call him an ambulance.
*Havok continues walking towards the interview area where Steve Sayors is standing.*
You want another interview, Steve? Here's your chance. I've got a lot to say. And no doubt you are going to ask what everyone wants to know.
Okay...Might as well start with the most obvious. What the hell was that?!
Me getting rid of some dead weight. I figure if you cannot count on your very best friend in the world, then go back to not trusting anyone. I have done just that. See I was proven wrong with that little bitch Caliban. What fueled the fire even more was the fact that Dre didn't have my back because I'm making "shady" decisions. Fuck them both.
What about your match with AoD? How do you think that went?
LJ Havok looks at Steve Sayors like he is stupid and gets pissed off.
Seriously?! I lost! How else am I supposed to feel about that? Though there is one thing I will say DeathMerchant definately can fight. And we tore the house down tonight...Truth be told I think I would have won if it weren't for that...fucking table. But that's besides the point. I'm more focused now than even. That shit will not ever happen again.
What are your thoughts on the lumberjacks? They all think Madison or Gilmour is going to walk out with the crown.
Let me first say..Hey Jonny Rebel, fuck you! You have some kind of vendetta against me for Caliban's actions. I didn't ask for any sort of rebellion. It was all Caliban. I asked for a fair match with no interferences so when I get thrown out you're going to attack me. What to make a name for yourself? (laughs) You are all proving my trust issues to have a reason for existing. I really can't say I didn't expect it from a bottomfeeder such as yourself. The rest of the lumberjacks have either proven themselves to have taken a side or no side at all. Or are too stupid to know what a lumberjack is. The people who haven't chosen a side are going to be my friends at least for that moment in time. I will just have to watch my back that whole match. Which brings me to this point, Troy Turner, I want him to be a lumberjack. I will knock his teeth down his throat, and he can bring whoever he wants with him.. But like I have stated previously I still have some tricks up my sleeve. I'm always planning.
*LJ rubs his hands together. He is thinking to himself and smiling a sinister smile.*
What tricks? What can we expect from the Savior in that match?
I can't tell you. That would ruin the suprise. The only thing that you need to be concerned with in that match is me dropping Gilmour on his fatass head and making Madison tap out. That should be the only thing on your's and anybody else's mind come Monday. My reign is prophesized. Expect the unexpected!
*He shoves Sayors down and walks off as the screen fades to black.*
Hey! Chill the fuck out! That coulda gone alot worse. At least you were able to walk out.
*Havok ignores him and continues punching the wall.*
Look you stood toe to toe with Death Merchant, and you livin to tell about it. You still have that lumberjack match Monday too. Don't worry you can redeem yourself.
*Havok turns around calmly and starts at Dre.*[purple]
Where were you?
[purple]*Dre just stares at him unsure of what to say.*
Where the FUCK were you?! I got destroyed out there. You are supposed to be my homie. Right?! That was our code. Caliban was no fucking help whatsoever. He might as well have sat in his lockeroom with his thumb up his ass. He wasn't prepare and thanks to that fact he is now layed up in a hospital bed.
I don't like your attitude. And I told you I wasn't goin out there until you fuckin get your shit straight. You lost a match! It's part of professional wrestling! Get the fuck over it.
This wasn't the statement I wanted to make. I don't want this to set a trend. I want to make a huge statement. And I can't do it hanging with you all the time getting high.
*Havok gets up in Dre's face. Dre hold's his gaze.*
I never made you smoke shit. So I suggest you get up out of my face before I knock yo ass out, you punk bitch.
*Havok backs off a little. He looks relieved that he didn't do what he was about to do.*
Okay..okay.
*He pushes Dre down. Dre has a pissed look on his face as he gets up. He charges at Havok. Havok punch him in the face, and Dre goes down hard. He grabs a folding chair and starts hitting Dre with it repeatedly. Dre now might have a busted lip and some internal injuries to go along with that. After Havok is done with steal chair, he picks up Dre and tosses him over his shoulder. He opens the locker room door and walks through the hallway and then to the door to the parking lot as several people in the backstage area look on. Havok opens the door and tosses Chambers out. Havok shuts the door and turns around and looks at a referee.*
You might want to call him an ambulance.
*Havok continues walking towards the interview area where Steve Sayors is standing.*
You want another interview, Steve? Here's your chance. I've got a lot to say. And no doubt you are going to ask what everyone wants to know.
Okay...Might as well start with the most obvious. What the hell was that?!
Me getting rid of some dead weight. I figure if you cannot count on your very best friend in the world, then go back to not trusting anyone. I have done just that. See I was proven wrong with that little bitch Caliban. What fueled the fire even more was the fact that Dre didn't have my back because I'm making "shady" decisions. Fuck them both.
What about your match with AoD? How do you think that went?
LJ Havok looks at Steve Sayors like he is stupid and gets pissed off.
Seriously?! I lost! How else am I supposed to feel about that? Though there is one thing I will say DeathMerchant definately can fight. And we tore the house down tonight...Truth be told I think I would have won if it weren't for that...fucking table. But that's besides the point. I'm more focused now than even. That shit will not ever happen again.
What are your thoughts on the lumberjacks? They all think Madison or Gilmour is going to walk out with the crown.
Let me first say..Hey Jonny Rebel, fuck you! You have some kind of vendetta against me for Caliban's actions. I didn't ask for any sort of rebellion. It was all Caliban. I asked for a fair match with no interferences so when I get thrown out you're going to attack me. What to make a name for yourself? (laughs) You are all proving my trust issues to have a reason for existing. I really can't say I didn't expect it from a bottomfeeder such as yourself. The rest of the lumberjacks have either proven themselves to have taken a side or no side at all. Or are too stupid to know what a lumberjack is. The people who haven't chosen a side are going to be my friends at least for that moment in time. I will just have to watch my back that whole match. Which brings me to this point, Troy Turner, I want him to be a lumberjack. I will knock his teeth down his throat, and he can bring whoever he wants with him.. But like I have stated previously I still have some tricks up my sleeve. I'm always planning.
*LJ rubs his hands together. He is thinking to himself and smiling a sinister smile.*
What tricks? What can we expect from the Savior in that match?
I can't tell you. That would ruin the suprise. The only thing that you need to be concerned with in that match is me dropping Gilmour on his fatass head and making Madison tap out. That should be the only thing on your's and anybody else's mind come Monday. My reign is prophesized. Expect the unexpected!
*He shoves Sayors down and walks off as the screen fades to black.*