Maniac: SHUT THE FUK UP!!!!!
*Everyone goes quiet.*
Maniac: Now, I'll answer questions but one at a time. I want this done quickly, I've got shyt to do.
Reporter #1: Why did you brutally attack Bryan Deas tonight? Is this the end between you two?
*Maniac chuckles.*
Maniac: Why? I'll tell you why, it's because I am sick and tired of carrying that talentless peice of garbage on my coattails. I'm tired of being the one that does all the work and he still gets credit. Do you know what it's like working with Bryan Deas? Do you know how hard it is getting that moron to cut a promo? The man wrestles in five-hundred different feds around the United States, he cares more about his own self image then he does our tag team. So as of tonight I cut the dead weight and go on alone. As for your second question, I am no where near done with Bryan. If he dares to show up at Havoc, I'll be waiting.
Reporter #2: Maniac, what do you think of Hulk Hogan coming back to the HWA and reforming the NWO?
Maniac: I'll be honest with you, I am a HUGE Hulk Hogan fan. He is part of the reason I got into professional wrestling, however the reforming of the NWO? Come on Hogan, how many times are we going to see this crap? That's all I'm gonna say about that, I really don't care.
Reporter #3: Maniac, what are you your intentions now that you are aparently a single competitor?
*Maniac smiles.*
Maniac: Well, if you are that stupid I'll spell it out for you. I'm going to go out to that ring, win matches and get my hands on some gold.
*Maniac begins to walk away when a reporter steps in front of him.*
Reporter #4: Maniac, how is your memory? Have all the details of you past come back?
*Maniac grabs the reporter by the shirt and slams him against the wall.*
Maniac: If you must know I've gotten enough back to know that what I am doing is the right thing for me and my career. What I am doing is reclaiming my place here in the HWA and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it.
*Maniac lets go of the reporter and turns to face the camera.*
Maniac: Listen up HWA, I don't care who you are, World Champion, Spotlight Champion, All Star Champion, NWO, loner, whatever. All that matters is that when you step in the ring with me you will know that you are going up against a veteran, you will know that you are going up against a MADMAN, you will know...
*Maniac gets right up to the camera, reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels.*
Maniac:...that you are going to get hurt. Why? Because thanks to everything that's happen to me my head is finally clear. No more bullshit, no more playing around. I'm out for gold and I'll get it one way or another.
*Maniac opens the bottle, pours the whole thing out, then drops the bottle. Maniac smiles and laughs as he walks away as the scene fades to black.*
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