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LJ Havok · (08-26-2013)

There comes a point in the disfunction of a person's reality where he starts to be submissive. If the person is smart they can use the pain to their advantage.

*Havok had been back in San Diego for a day. He still thought about Andre. And he felt bad about all that had happened. He knew there was nothing he could do to change it. Havok just prayed though he was unsure about the existence of God. He had always heard to do that growing up, and he was just now doing it. He prayed that Andre would get clean and stay clean, he prayed that everything would run smoothly in the Wargames match, and lastly he prayed for his own sanity. It was slipping away at every twist and turn. He had that same dream again. Every detail was the same. He was a broken man. He still joked around a lot. And told hateful people to piss off. But Havok didn't feel whole. He thought about these things to help him power through his set on the weights. He was about to take a break when he realized the good old trusty XWF camera man had been filming him once again without him knowing. So Havok walked back to the locker room and the cameras follow. Once in the room Havok turns around.*

I hear talks of a meeting with my Wargames team. I'm not sure of how to feel about that. I mean do I really want to be in a secluded area with a crooked preacherman who is bound to be a cult leader. I really don't care what any of them say. My gameplan is to win. Besides I doubt Casey Jones will be there. He doesn't really care about anyone. The guy has an alterior motive. It seems like I am the only one who is curious about it.

*Havok sits down, picks up a bottle of water, and unscrews the top. He then pours it on his head. the he looks back up*

I hate sleeping..And not because I'm afraid. I hate having that dream. I hate the idea of being alone now. When I walked into the company I was content with walking alone. In fact, I preferred walking alone. But now it's different. I didn't realize all of these alliances existed. However my boss showed me the way. And after hanging out with my best friend in the world last night, I realized that I work better in a team. So that should be a lesson to the my team at Wargames. I take my allegiances seriously despite Troy being on the other team, for one night only I will work with you people. I will put my body on the line to ensure our team wins. After the bell rings at the end of the match is a different story. All of you better get out of my sight. And Eli, you have caused me nothing, but grief. In four days, the grief ends for good. I will show you that I'm not blinded. I know the truths of this world. I know truths that you don't know yourself.

*Havok takes a drink of water. And then he throws it across the room. He looks back at the camera with a look of annoyance and arrogance.*

I believe in monsters, Eli. I was a monster. I had become a shadow of my former self before I started having these dreams. I slayed that monster. I don't need your faith! (he snarls)...The other team...I can't say I know much more than I did the last time I cut a promo. But the fact remains that I believe our team is strong enough. His five are strong competitors, but it won't be enough.. The funny thing is that we are running on nothing more than "Faith" and my prophecy. My desire to prove everyone wrong. I will not be subjugated to being a blip on the radar anymore. That is the point of the ER to make a statement. The big statements are yet to be made. They will be made. Whether it be on Warfare, Shove- It, or Madness. It doesn't matter. Stay ready. Now get that camera the fuck out of here!

*LJ Havok gets up and storms out of the room back towards the punching bags in the back of the gym as the camera feed fades out*

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