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LJ Havok · (08-17-2013)

"They don't know what I am capable of." Those words repeated in LJ Havok's head over the next couple of days over and over. It was just one day before the match of his career. And he had to convince himself he wasn't making the right decisions. He didn't know for sure, of course. But he had convinced himself. Andre Chambers was gone, and there was noone around to make him feel this way. But he did. He was afraid he was going to hurt himself in the process of trying to obtain the title of King Of The XWF...Or much worse someone else. He had no intentions of letting his anger get out of control and kill someone. He wanted to win the match. It was nothing more and nothing less....

*Scene opens with LJ Havok standing outside of the motel he was staying at. He looked worn down like he hadn't slept in days.*

I realize I look like shit. But I haven't had time to sleep. I have been planning as always. I have been in the gym a lot. But tonight I will sleep. I will be re-energized to fight tomorrow night. I'm ready. So I hope they are as well. I hear John Madison flip flopping on his opinion of the lumberjack match an awful lot. And to be completely honest I haven't heard much from Peter Gilmour. It's all for the best. Because if he fails to get the job done by trying to get into our heads, he will just be a stepping stone on my path to greatness. The thing is I don't like thinking that I'm the only hope of ripping that crown away from Madison. But the man made some good points. However he thinks I am pathetic. He thinks me being a rookie will be my downfall. If anything I believe that gives me an edge. I have sat back and watched these two fools bitch and argue for the past two weeks. My gut has me thinking that it has went on much longer.

*Havok starts walking down the street and the camera man follows him.*

The reason I do these "shoots" as the professional wrestling world likes to call them, is because I feel I can get more off my chest if the questions aren't dictated by some asinine puppet of management. There is no time constraint and I can pretty much say whatever the fuck I want. Like this fuck the faces! Fuck the heels! All will fall at my hands and the judgement of a higher power. It is important for me to remind everyone that I do not have a problem with the XWF as a whole, but rather the idiots that run around the place calling the shots.

*A brunette young woman recognizes Havok and stops him dead in his tracks.*

Oh My God! You're LJ Havok! My boyfriend hates you and thinks John Madison is going to win Monday?

You're a Peter Gimour fan I assume?

Not at all. No one I know likes him..Can I have an autograph?

Sure..

*Havok rolls his eyes and the lady gets out a notepad and a pen. Havok signs the piece of paper, shoos her away, and then he continues walking.*

Like I was saying the Extreme Revolution...They are recycling my material. They are talking about a change coming and having a plan for Monday. If they ruin my shot at greatness I will rip both of their throats out and shove the flesh down Gilmour's fat face. I have no patience for the games and the hints. If you are going to get involved in thematch better you better take ALL three of us out, or we will throw YOU to the wolves. And by the wolves I mean the XWF's most loyal superstars surrounding the ring! These guys don't want none. And I have stated my opinion previously. Fuck them. Especially them. They are the perfect example of what I hate so much about the XWF. People are forming alliances every where I look. And no one is man enough to fight their own battles.

*Havok stops and wipes the sweat off his brow and looks around.*

It's kind of fucking hot out here..Jesus. Okay where was I? Oh yes. Monday and the ER. Those clowns are the least of my concern. Truth be told I can't even say that I take them seriously. The only people I am that concerned about are the two men that will be in that ring with me. Peter Gilour is a big dude, and he is ruthless. I saw what he did to Luca.. That should be enough said. And John Madison is just as crafty. He will do anything it takes to win. The thing about that is I don't care. I am better than them and I know it. I have seen some fucked up shit. I have been accused of doing things that I did not do. Most importantly of all I'm smarter than them. I have no need to say anything else on the matter unless the situations calls for it. They know what I'm about. And whether they admit it to themselves or not, I am a threat. The biggest threat that the XWF has ever seen noone is safe anymore!

*The horn honks and a the camera shows it..it is a limo.*

Oh yeah. You see that limo? I'm doing pretty well for myself. I sleep in a crappy motel room, and then ride where I need to go in style. (laughs) Now I'm about to ride and pick up a couple of friends and go out partying for the night. Have some drinks and some laughs.. Then I will come home, pass out, and then when I awake I will head to the gym. I'm not sweating the match or any moron that has threatend to get involved. Paul Heyman has those stipulations preventing that. It's been fun sharing my life with you all once again. But I'm going to have to get the fuck out of here.

*Havok gets into the back of the limo and shuts the door. The limo is put in drive and drives off into the distance as the screen fades to black.*

###TO BE CONTINUED###

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