*It had been six hours since LJ "The Savior" Havok had gotten off of his plane in San Diego. Something told him to to go back to Brooklyn to check on his apartment. But he figured he had wired the money to keep the apartment, and Dre was already back in Tupelo, MS.. So it wouldn't matter if he went back or not. He lay in bed of the apartment he had just recently checked into still dressed in his old band tee and beat up jeans. He thought about the war of a match coming up, and he thought about his nightmare. Morevoer he thought about Eli James cryptic words and how it related to his nightmare. Then all of a sudden his phone rings. Havok,thinking it could be Dre, scrambles for his phone that is sitting on the night stand. And he stands up.*

Hey.

*It was Troy Turner.*

Oh hey, man. What's up?

Nothing really, I was just letting you know that our leader is sending a film crew and an interviewer. I'm in Canada, otherwise I'd be there.

Where's Cam?

No fucking clue. You know how he is. He has his own way about things.

That's true. Well okay. The interviewer isn't Steve Sayors is it?

[whte]Stupid question. You know it is.[/white]

Fuck, okay. I guess I'll talk to you later.

Troy MotherFUCKING Turner signing off. Talk to you later.

*They both hang up. And Havok stands there mentally preparing himself for the interview. Not knowing what questions Sayor's was going to ask. Within moments there was a knock at the door. Havok walks over slowly and relunctantly and opens the door and let's Sayors and the camera crew in.*

I have some questions for you, Mr. Havok.

I know and you know the drill. You ask stupid fucking questions that aren't related to my match in any way shape or form I will throw you the fuck out of here.

[blue]I think I know that. I'm not stupid.[/blue]

What was that?

Nothing.

*Sayors quickly gets the microphone equiptment ready for the interview as Havok sits looking annoyed and like he was already prepared to throw Steve Sayors out of his room. Sayors finally has everything prepared.*

Okay I'm going to ask you how you feel about each participant in the Wargames match. This includes opponents and team mates alike. Here's how its going to work, I'm going to say a name and you say whatever comes to mind. I'm going to start with your opponents.

Okay.

The team captain of the opposing team Angelus?

There's not much to say there. I have heard he is a tough son of a bitch. His downfall is that he is constantly sticking his nose into other people's business. He sticks his nose in my business when he is not the legal man in the match I will break that motherfucker.[/red]

Alexandra Callaway?

[red]She's deadset to be a legend like her father was in the WWE. She's ruthless. And she is also the weirdest woman I have ever met in my life. I would take great pleasure in knockingh her down a peg or two.

Griffin MacAlister?

He is a man that is certainly unpredictable. I have a feeling that me and him see eye to eye when it comes to this match. And how we will both do anything it takes to walk away with the win. Him and I in the ring together should be thoroughly entertaining for all of the fans watching in the building and at home on the television.

Shawn Steele?

Shawn Steele...He has been making an impact. He is one of the, if not the biggest threat to my team. The man is pure power, and it would take nothing for him to throw me around like a rag doll. But as everyone knows, don't count me out. I always have a contingency plan.

Tony Santos?

He smiles for me...(laughs) No, but seriously I find him unpredictable. So unpredictable that I'm unsure of what to expect from him. I do know what he is capable of, however. But I'm ready.

Troy Turner?

Troy MotherFUCKING Turner! That's my brother right there. I definately know what he is capable of. That is part of the reason I alligned myself with the man. I know he's going to bring it. And I think it would be a perfect chance to prove to the whole XWF what real WRESTLERS can do. We are going to blow the roof off that fucking place. Win or lose.

And now I am going to ask about your own team members for this war of sorts on Warfare. Eli James IV?

I could talk about this jackass all day and still wouldn't be done. First off I would like to say I'm honored that he picked me for his team, I mean after all he is the U.S. Champion. And I do respect him because he has his beliefs, and he sticks to them. Not only that, he is tough. He's a decorated war hero. I could continue to praise him and talk about how much I respect him. But I'm not going to do that. What I am going to say, is that this seems to be all about mind games for him. It's not about that for me it's all about control. We have been sitting back and watching this tyranny for far too long. Troy and I will make a statement. Eli is so cryptic that the words he speaks seep into my dreams. I just want him to know that your home isn't my home. My home is the ring and the streets of Brooklyn. Our team will win though, it seems that Eli has everyone spooked on both sides..Not me.

Casey Jones?

I have yet to see what he can do in the ring. However the kid is well spoken and seems to have a way with words. We will see when it comes to the match. Oh and just a reminder, the Revolution is alive and well.

Death Merchant?

I had a hell of a battle with him in a table match a couple weeks ago. The dude brings it. He will make an excellent addition to our team. Still feel like I have to watch my back around him though..he is part of the Congregation afterall.

Jessie Diaz?

She's another one of those that are extremely well spoken. She can cut you in half with words. Jesse is one of the top people in this company. Depite being a female, she is a fantastic wrestler. The even playing field is one of the reasons that the XWF is on top of the wrestling world at the moment. Proud to have her on the team.

Mystica?

Another one of those that are unpredictable. I took psychology as a major in college before I dropped out, and I diagosed this guy with dissociative personality dissorder right from the moment I met him. That is the main thing that makes him so unpredictable that and him being a member of The Congregation.

Any final thoughts Mr. Havok? We are running out of time.

Yeah. Despite the fact of me not necessarily liking most of the people on my team, they are all threats to who we are facing. The other team is just as strong, but I have a feeling that we will come out on top. Hell I need this win after losing the triple threat on Madness. What a better way to prove myself than in a Wargames match with all of these top tier superstars. Oh and Troy Turner, I'm going to remind you...that nothing out there is going to be personal. You bring your best, and I'm going to bring mine. That's all.

*Havok's phone rings once again, and he answers with out looking.*

Dre is in the hospital!/

Wait who is this?

It's Chris. I can't stay here long, man. I have to fly back to Chicago in two hours.

What happened?

I don't know, but Dre wants you here to talk in person. That's all I can tell you. Bye.

*"click" the phone hangs up, and Havok sticks the phone back in his pocket. A million thoughts were running through his head. He appeared as if he was worried.*

I guess I'm going down to Mississippi for a little bit...

*The camera crew loads up, and Sayors puts his microphone away in his bag, they all head towards the door, and Havok follows them out as the scene fades to black.*


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