HAVOC speaks

HAVOC steps into the ring... "BOOM!! As you all know, that little punk O'Shea challenged me on the show... Well you Irish dog, I turn down our challenge... I have already beat you..."

The crowd boos...

"And you know what? I don't need to prove anything to anyone else expecially to you folks..." HAVOC points to the crowd getting more boos...

"In fact I just had an epiphany... I don't think I'm being paid enough here to take your boos... I am officially on strike until I get a pay raise, and if anyone don't like it... TOUGH!" HAVOC said and left the ring...

The tron lights uo and on the screen is Brandon standing in his office. He is sitting in his chair behind his desk leaning back with his arms crossed.

GM Brandon: So you have a problem with the amount you are getting paid huh Havok? Is that what I heard you say? Ok then Havok. You don't like your pay then I can remedy this. Consider yourself.... Suspended indefinetly without pay. You will face who I want you to face when I want you to face them. PERIOD. Now get your crap and get out of my arena. I will have the janitor call you when your appearance is required.

Brandon sits back in his chair leaving Havok standing outside the ring in complete shock wiondering what the heck just happened.

Boy Bakla walks into the ring... "Oh Mr. Brandon... Since you have more or less control over HAVOC here, I need a stress toy I mean guest for my Makeover segment in the PPV, why don't you loan him to me?" Boy Bakla asked out loud to the cheers of the fans and HAVOC's disdain.

Brandon smiles as Bakla asks for this favor.

GM Brandon: By all means Mr. or Mrs. or whatever it is... Bakla. Take Havok and do what you will. Havok will do as he is told or he will be forced to take on every memeber in the roster in a single match. The UFW roster versus Havok. Or Havok can go with Bakla and the match will not take place. Havoks' choice.

Bakla dragged HAVOC by the collar... "Many thanks Mr. Brandon... Come here pretty boy, we are going to have some fun..."

HAVOC tries to grab on to the ropes, O'Shea's boots, anything he could get his hands on but to no avail as Boy Bakla slowly dragged him backstage. "SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAVE MERCCCCCCCCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" HAVOC screamed as he disappeared backstage to the cheers and laughter of the crowd...