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LJ Havok · **09-08-2013, 07:56 AM**

*The scene opens up and LJ Havok is walking down the street after a long night of hanging out with his friend Andre Chambers. He walks into the gym. Once he is inside he turns on the stereo and hooks up his phone to "Dead in a Grave" By Rev Theory, and then he sets down in a folding chair thinking about his plans for his work out today, and what his has to do when it comes to Cam and his tag team title shot on Monday. He looks down for a long period of time and then he looks up and the camera.*

You know there is not a smart fucking person in this whole company other than myself and Cam. I mean obviously we just have a bunch of morons running around and doing whatever it is that they want. I'm a pretty smart guy for the most part, and Griffin thinks he is going to talk down to me..No. Fuck that. I've seen some pretty fucked up shit too. Shit that you could not even fathom. However, you said the exact same thing. I did not ask you for your life story though. All I know is that you and Duke have something that the Extreme Revolution wants..And that is those tag team championship belts.

*Havok rubs his hands together thinking hard about the next think he's going to say. He leans back into the chair smiling.*

Griffy, I actually read somewhere that someone who has to tell the world they are badass..are not as badass as they think. (laughs) You seem to be stuck in a little fantasy world where no one is a threat to your little piece of heaven. But the Extreme Revolution is a threat, and we will burn that motherfucker down to the ground. I don't care what either one of you have seen or who you THINK that you are. Prophecy is not something to fuck with. Especially when it is my prophetic wisdom creating these scenarios. Not you, not even a Satan wanna-be is going to fuck with that. And just so you know..I knew both of your names I just didn't even feel it was necessary to say your names because you mean so very little to me. I AM the savior of the XWF after all.. And you two just happen to be in our way. Don't get me wrong though, you definately mean more to us than the Churchies. They are too busy praying to their noshow of a God and jerking each other off, but I will get to them in a minute.

*He scatches the side of his face and then makes the transition to crossing his arms. Still sitting back he speaks once more.*

I still have a lot to say on the subject of the great Griffin McCalister. I have to correct you, sir. I am NOT addicted to pills. When you say me, you are actually disrespecting my homie Andre Chambers. I do not take kindly to that. He is like my little brother, and he happens to be going through a tough time. So that hateful rhetoric that you spewed like venom towards a man who has nothing to do with this will be even more reason for me to make you bleed and scream in agony like you have never done before. And by the end of the night Cam and I will walk out with you and Duke's champonship belts. Not you, not Duke, not the Church assholes, and not even Paul Heyman can stop that from happening.

*LJ Havok uncrosses his arms and leans forward. His mind is racing and then he realizes that he hasn't yet covered the topic of the Mormons.*
Speaking of the Churchies...I bet you are sittining in a nice and comfortable Church pew right now while I am in this gym preparing to bust my ass for tomorrow night. This is my church. You can sit and pray that the sinners in the ER won't hurt you too bad. You can pray that the Brotherhood won't hurt you too bad. Fact of the matter is this, that is all you can do at the end of the day. If you prayed for a win against the likes of any of the four of us, your God would think you are smoking crack. You have no chance of walking out of Madness with a win, much less in one fucking piece. It is going to be a shame to have to disfigure your pretty little faces, but as they say "That's what is best for business." You boys don't even have to show up. I really hope you don't, so we can focus on Duke and McCalister...If you come to the match, do not hold anything back. We will be waiting.

*Havok gets up and starts walking toward the waits as he always does, but he stops and turns back around with an annoyed look on his bearded face.*

Oh and while I'm thinking about it.. Everyone says that we lost against The Church.. Go back and look at the footage again. We had a clean fucking victory until Heyman restarted the match. Therefore, anyone with half a brain can conclude that we were fucked out of that match. And by the way I have made an impact. Like I have said over and over, you are just scared of what's to come.

*He turns and continues walking towards the weights. Havok continues thinking about Madness, Heyman, the Churchies, and the Brotherhood all sporadically. There is one thing that keeps returning to the forefront of his mind and that is a vision of he and Cam Lang standing tall with the championships in hand at the closing of the show. Havok starts hitting the weights as the scene fades to black.*

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