??: Maniac! We have a problem!
*Maniac makes no sign he has seen her, swirling his glass again, and taking another swig of his scotch, finishing it off. Maniac looks at the bartender, raising the glass and the bartender turns to grab the bottle of scotch. While he waits for the bartender, Maniac turns to look at the brunette.*
Maniac: For starters, sit your ass down, Sophia, your making a scene. And when you've sat down, take 5, breathe, and then tell me what your problem is.
*Sophia sits down, and takes a deep breath as the bartender finishes pouring him a scotch. The bartender glances at Sophia, but Maniac simply shakes his head, hands him a note, and waves him off. Once the barkeep has left, Maniac looks over at Sophia, giving the non-verbal sign to continue.*
Sophia: Well...uh....Maniac. Where have you been lately?
Maniac: Nowhere out of the ordinary, just taking care of some business.
Sophia: Oh no. So you don't have an alibi, something to prove where you were while this was going on?
*Maniac pauses thinking hard and then shrugs.*
Maniac: Top of my head I was in my hotel room with a couple of blondes, didn't bother getting their names. Why, what happened?
*Sophia sighs but before she can speak again the door once more opens, only this time two men in casual clothes walk in. They too glance around the bar, and when they spot Maniac they start heading towards him. As they walk, their coats open a little showing off their badges. Maniac raises an eyebrow and turns to Sophia.*
Maniac: Sophia, what happened?
Sophia: Your ex-wife Paige was kidnapped.
*Maniac's eyebrow rises quickly, but before he can respond the two men reach his table, and they both stand at opposite exits of the booth. Maniac glances from one to the other, reaching forward and picking up his glass of scotch, taking a nice casual sip as the first guy speaks.*
Bechore: Antonino Romano, we'd like you to come with us please.
*Maniac puts his glass back down, and looks at Sophia who looks nervous as all hell. Maniac simply winks at her, and then glances at the two men again.*
Maniac: And exactly who is 'us’?
Bechore I'm special agent Bechore. This is special agent Horton. We're from the FBI.
*Both men show Maniac their badges, and Maniac looks at them extensively and then leans back, his hand still holding onto his glass.*
Maniac: OK. So, what can I help you with gentlemen?
Bechore: We'll tell you once you’ve come with us.
*Maniac now openly chuckles and nestles even further back into the booth. Sophia gasps a little but Maniac glares at her for a second, causing her to shut up, and then Maniac looks back at the FBI agents.*
Maniac: I don't think so. I'm comfortable here. Anything you want to ask me, you can ask me here.
*Bechore looks uncomfortable, but Horton simply leans across the table, putting his palms on the tabletop and leaning until he is only a few inches from Maniac's face.*
Horton: Listen here you spoiled little shit. Get your ass up, or I WILL drag you out of here in handcuffs.
*Maniac glares straight at Horton, openly smirking now. He picks his glass up and swigs down the last of it, and then casually stands up, reaches behind him and picks up his suit jacket. He dusts it off and then slips it on before turning to Sophia.*
Maniac: Get my Lawyers down to the precinct. Tell them to start filing slander charges. Also tell them to start pressuring the DA. I want this case dismissed, hopefully before I even reach the station.
*Maniac then turns and looks at Horton, the two men glaring at each other for a moment, as Horton steps back allowing Maniac to walk out. Maniac stops as he gets out of the booth, reaching into his pocket and pulling a money clip from it. He slips out a few hundred dollar bills, and places them on the bar, before looking up at the bartender.*
Maniac: Free drinks for everyone in the bar and apologies for the inconvenience.
*That raises a slight cheer from the other drunks at the bar, then Maniac turns and starts walking out, not saying another word as Horton and Bechore follow him. They walk Maniac up to their car, a Navy Blue Crown Victoria. Maniac pauses and adjusts his suit and then steps in without another word. Bechore and Horton then get into the car and the scene fades to black as the car pulls away.*
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*The scene opens back up on a shot of the back of Maniac's Limo, where Maniac is sitting back relaxing, swigging his usual scotch. He takes another swig and then looks up at the camera, his usual cocky grin on his face. Maniac chuckles raising his glass with a smile.*
Maniac: Come HWA fans, and have a drink with me. We'll celebrate the, now former, career of special agent Mark Horton, an officer who followed the rules, but had slight anger problems, and made the mistake of annoying me. As I sit here, drinking my 20 year old Scotch, my lawyers are currently having his career ended. Let that be a warning to all of you, I know what I have, and how to use it. Former-special agent Horton thought playing tough with me would work, and now he has to go home to his five kids and his ugly ass wife, and tell her he got fired because he pissed off the wrong person. Poor Mark.
*Maniac raises his glass again and then takes a swig. After another few moments he pauses leaning back and relaxing against his comfortable leather seats.*
Maniac: And now, we have the big question. Am I guilty? Did I kidnap Paige? Where did I take her? Why did I take her?
*Maniac pauses now looking away and contemplating the questions and then he leans forward and raises an eyebrow, staring straight at the camera.*
Maniac: If any of you fukers really think, I would do this just to #### with Paige's mind, your delusional. We may not get along anymore and I’ll admit that the divorce has been rough on the both of us, and you people really think I need to mask myself to be such a*shole? I love being a*shole. I love showing off my*sholic tendencies, and watching your reactions as you see it’s me. Do you people really think I would try and hide my face for ANY reason? Please guys, use your brains, and think it through. There is simply no reason why I would kidnap Paige. For starters, if I was that desperate to get laid, Vegas is full of hot little wannabes. I could talk the most beautiful woman up to my room, and #### her brains out, all without even getting her name. And for those of you, who seem to be pointing to Paige going missing AFTER she got custody of our son, come closer so I can slap some sense into you. Whoever did this must have been stalking Paige for months. Now, why would I stalk Paige when I have been too busy with my wrestling career and getting a shot at the HWA All-Star Title? So before anyone else tries to accuse me of stalking Paige like some desperate bastard, maybe you should use your head. And just think, you kept spreading this shit, you'll end up like Horton. And that’s all I got to say about that.
*Maniac then reaches forward and picks up his replica All-Star title, wiping the face of the belt with a chuckle and smiling straight at the camera, slipping his belt onto his shoulder before speaking.*
Maniac: NOW, moving onto matters which ACTUALLY matter. At Helloween Harvest I have been booked to go after the All-Star title when I face off against Heinrich von Richtoven and Logan Neilson in a Ghost Ladder Match. Now, I seen Logan’s promo and I must say that once again I was not impressed. See Logan, you can claim that you are going to hurt me, claim that you are dangerous because you have nothing to lose, and preach how you are going to stop me from winning but the truth is, you can’t do it. You can’t do it Logan because your head isn’t in this; right now you are too worried about Ally and whether or not she is going to end her pathetic life or not. I can’t even believe that you are getting this shot Logan, I mean at Havoc you LOST to Hans so obviously you don’t deserve this shot. You’re a complete failure Logan, a man handed a title shot out of Charity. A man handed to me on a silver platter, ready to job like a b###h to the best champion this place has. At Helloween Harvest, your name goes on the list of people who stepped up to challenge me, and got shown up by the best damn wrestler in the HWA. And now, here you stand, ready to step up and challenge me, like you actually have a chance. It’s just going to make it all the sweeter when I beat you in the center of the ring. Fact is I'm the best wrestler in the HWA, the best at the mind-games, the best in the ring, and the best on the mic. And for all your big standing, bravado talk about causing me to lose and trying to hurt me, even you know, deep down, that’s not happening. You’re coming into this match unprepared, ready to choke like a ##### on salami. I hope you gargle afterward. I know the naysayers are there, saying I've lost a step lately, and I am vulnerable but truth is I am in the best shape that I have ever been in and when it comes down to it Logan there is nothing you or Heinrich can do to stop me. And yet, here you stand Logan, preaching and screaming, and ranting about this being your chance to stop me. Well then step on up little man, and I'll snuff out your chance, and your dreams Just....Like....That.
*As Maniac finishes his sentence he snaps his finger to emphasize what he is saying.*
Maniac: I'm tired of repeating myself. Tired of showing up all you little chumps that think you deserve a shot, tired of sitting back and watching as everyone rants and raves about Heinrich and his 'amazing' win to capture the All-Star Title. Heinrich got lucky, simple as that. And at the pay per view Logan, that’s the only chance you have. The only shot you've got. Ever since you got here, you've picked up a few lucky wins, a few lucky shots. But this time, your luck runs out, because you’re stepping into the ring against The Chosen One. And when I beat you and Heinrich, wherever Paige is, I hope her kidnapper is doing her doggy style, so she can watch me embarrass you, beat you, and make you tap. I'm not afraid of Paige, of Heinrich, and definitely not of you. At Helloween Harvest Logan, you get an important lesson from me. And when that bell rings, and I'm standing over you and Heinrich holding the All-Star Title high, you'll realize one important thing....VIOLENCE IS GOLDEN!!!
*Maniac sits back and continues to drink as the scene fades to black.*
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