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LJ Havok · (08-16-2013)

*Scene opens in a trashy hotel just outside of Cleavland. LJ Havok had just gotten out of the shower and is sitting of the bed relaxing with a towel over his head. He was just 4 hours removed from his flight from California. Havok's body language said he was worried. His sits there thinking for several minutes. Then his body language changes to a more confident one. He removes the towel from his head, revealing a more confident and sinister demeanor that not even Randy Orton could outmatch.*

They keep saying I have no chance.

*He smirks and throws the towel to the other side of the room.*

The upside to that is Peter Gilmour respects me. We all know I live and die for his approval. NOT! I don't give a fuck what Gilmour thinks about me or John Madison. Approval was never something I aimed for. I am aiming for the crown and the title of King of the XWF. All of this has always been about control and destruction. So far destruction has been the thing I have dealt out. I have two wins and one loss. I'm not happy about the loss, but the fact is I alone took DeathMerchant to his limits. That should have been a singles match. Caliban was no help. And my opinion of him has changed greatly. He should have never signed a contract. His personal problems was his down fall. He bitched at management about everything and that got his ass fired. Rightfully so. I'm just really glad he did not bring me down with him.

*Havok gets up and walks over to the dresser, puts on deodorant, and a shirt. Then he motions for the camera man to follow him.*

Come on. I want to show you something.

*Havok walks out into the hallway and the camera follows him. The hallway is in poor shape with holes in the walls and blinking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. In the hall way, all you can hear in screaming coming from several areas and outside you can hear sirens.*

Uncomfortable places and situations are where I thrive. That is why I chose to stay here until Monday. If Dre were with me, he would be pushing for me to check in to check into to a nice motel. The thing is that would only be detrimental to my success and to my drive. This reminds me of where I lived when I younger and stupid. This reminds me of the mistakes I made. It makes me want to do better. It reminds me to never go back to this dark place. I look around and I realize these people need my help. But immediately going through that table on Warfare a light bulb went off. So whether DeathMerchant knows it or not, he knocked some sense into me. I realized before I can save people, I need to save myself. I love the thought of being King. My ego won't let me just say that it's a paper crown and that it is worthless. So fuck everybody until I get the crown. Once the veil is lifted and my true purpose for being in the XWF is lifted everyone will fear me.

*Havok looks up at one of the blinking light fixtures and it is sparking a little bit.*

That has to be a fire hazard. But it gives it character. Character. (laughs) That is something that John Madison doesn't seem to have..that and balls. Speaking of balls... Peter, you might want to get that little issue of yours checked out. I would just hate for you to have a seizure in our match and die. Then your ghost would want to come back and say he was screwed. No one wants that because ghost Gilmour would be twice as annoying because no one would ever know when you were in the room. Also, Petey, I've never seen a ghost eat. Think about that. In all seriousness though Gilmour has got to be the toughest son of a bitch I have ever met. I definitely have my work cut out for me when it comes to Mega Madness. And not because of Madison. That situation is taken care of due to the presence of the Lumberjacks.

*Havok walks down the hallway a bit and stops in front of a door. This rooms has the loudest screaming of them all.*

Paul really wants that crown off of Madison. He has went through a lot of meticulous planning to make sure that Johnny boy don't walk out with that crown. And there has been a lot of speculation that my "team" of rookies would be one-sided. Not at all. It was never my team. It was Caliban's team. I can't stand half of the rookies. And probably even more than that can't stand me. But guess what I don't care. That is the way I like it. If any of them pricks try and stop me or get me fired because of my saying that...I will make each of them wish they were never born, Jonny Rebel especially. He thinks he has this whole thing figured out? Does he seriously think that anyone gives a fuck what he thinks? The answer is yes, and I'm giving you your spotlight right now. I heard the shit you were talking. I will knock your head off. There are maybe two lumberjacks that I have seen promos from that seem like they are going to do their job and that's Joseph Kain and Sokolov Red. I respect you boys for that. Just know if you think you're gonna pull a fast one on me and try to make a name for yourself, you have another thing coming.

*Havok turns and knocks on the door. A rough looking man answers the door looking angry.*

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!

I want you to shut your bitch up before I come in there and do it for you!

Boy, I will do whatever the fuck I want. This is my room!

*Havok peers around him and sees a woman sitting in the corner crying with a black eye and blood pouring from her nose.*

They just don't listen do they?(laughs)

You might be alright. We might have to get a--

*Before he can finish his sentence LJ Havok punches the guy in the face. The man stumbles back and yells.*

YOU'RE FUCKIN' DEAD!

*The man runs towards Havok and the man gets punched square in the jaw and goes down hard. Havok then gets on top of him and starts punching him repeatedly until the man is motionless. Havok gets up and grabs the mans phone that fell out in the scuffle. He tosses the phone to the woman who is shocked and sitting in the corner still.*

Call the cops.

*Havok drags the mans body back into the room. Turns around and leaves shutting the door.*

She NEEDED saving. That man was going to kill her. And she reminded me of my mother. See I still have it in me to save. The thing about that is, so many people think they need saving. The fact of the matter is, they can save themselves if they are in a position where it is uncomfortable and overall dreadful. That woman back there had no means to protect herself from that man. But other people need to realize that a lot of the time their lives are not nearly as bad and unchangeable as it seems. A really tough situation or uncomfortable situation can drive you to be the absolute best person you can be, but it can also drive you to be a monster. A monster that craves blood and the pain and suffering of others who are also trying to "save" themselves. That is the ironic part. You just have to know where the line is and where to stop. You also have to plan every little thing meticulously. What just happend back there wasn't by luck or chance. I planned every single outcome and every single scenario. I knew what I was doing from the time I knocked on that couple's door to the point when I tossed the woman the phone. I plan better under uncomfortable circumstances. I think clearer. All of that considered, a lumber jack is a perfect place for this match to take place. It's uncomfortable, and there is a black cloud looming about each of our heads. Gilmour being thrown out of the match, Madison being stripped of the crown, or me being fired. And John Madison can bitch about how its not fair and say this match is a joke all he wants. It does not change the fact that someone other than him is walking out with that crown and title of king of the XWF!

*The camera follows Havok to the very end of the hallway. And then he turns around.*

Lightening is going to strike one of us in this storm on the horizon, and I can tell you this much..It is not going to be me! I have a plan..well several plans. Madison will NOT walk out with the crown. Well...this is the end of the road for this edition of Cribs:crack head edition. I suggest you show yourself the door..I have a business meeting to attend to.

*Havok knocks on the door to the room. The door opens seemingly by itself, and Havok walks in and slams the door behind him as the video feed fades to black.*

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