*The scene once again opens to the cellar where we last saw Maniac’s ex-wife Paige. She is still chained to the wall and is covered from head to toe in bruises and cuts. The door to the cellar opens and in comes the stalker that has kidnapped her and brought her to this strange place. He gets close to her, grabbing her by her hair and putting the tip of his knife in her face. Paige cries out and tries to reason with her abductor.*
Paige: Please don’t hurt me; I haven’t seen your face so I can’t turn you in. I won’t tell anyone; please I have an infant son who needs me.
Stalker: Your son? You dare use him as a tool to try and escape from me? Retched b*tch, he is the reason you are even here.
*Paige recoils in fear and the stalker comes closer.*
Paige: What do you mean? You better not have hurt him; I swear to you that if one hair on his head is hurt you will be a dead man.
*The stalker laughs and backhands Paige, sending her hard into the wall.*
Stalker: Don’t threaten me b*tch, your son is in good hands and no harm shall ever come to him. That much I can promise you, as for you I’m afraid that this is the end of the line.
*Paige screams out and the stalker attacks, rapidly stabbing Paige in the face and abdomen multiple times before she is dead. Once he is done the stalker calmly stands up, puts his knife away and look down at the body of his latest victim.*
Stalker: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time and enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace. Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is and not as I would have it, trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His will, that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next. Amen.
*The stalker turns around and walks away, leaving Paige in a bloody pool as the scene fades to black.*
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-On Camera-
*The scene slowly fades in on a shot of glittering gold. As the image clears, we realize the shot is of replicas of the HWA World and All-Star Titles sitting on a coffee table. Slowly the scene pans out, to reveal Maniac, dressed in his typical custom-made suit, sitting in a thick red armchair. Maniac is all smiles as he pauses to take a sip of a scotch sitting in the arm rest of his chair. After a few more moments, Maniac starts to speak, a cheerful glee coming through in his voice.*
Maniac: Finally...Finally I got what I have practically been begging for, not only do I have a non-title victory over the HWA All-Star Champion but I now have a non-title victory over the HWA World Heavyweight Champion. I've been begging for the chance, to prove that I am as good as I say I am and now, FINALLY, I have proven just that and in case you can't tell, I'm just a little happy about that. It’s like Senester's finally started to treat me like the star I am again, rather than trying to see my career ended like Logan’s. But I don't want to talk about Senester. I don't want to talk about what I'm going to do to in the future. No, Santa Claus, I want to talk about me...and you. You see Santa Claus, I don’t know if you know this or not but nobody cares about your return at Fatality. Nobody cares that you and your #### wife are going to prance your stupid asses down to that ring where you are only going to be slaughtered. What makes you think that you stand a chance against me Claus? I know it’s not because of wrestling skills because from what I’ve seen when you are in the ring you have absolutely none. Don’t think for once second that anything in your little bag of tricks can help you either because if you go anywhere near it during our match I will take great pleasure in shoving every inch of it down your fat f*cking mouth.
*Maniac takes a drink of his scotch and continues.*
Maniac: You know what really bothers me about this match? The fact that I have to wrestle in it, I thought that I would at least have a title shot against Heinrich but no I am stuck wrestling against some nut that thinks he is Santa Claus!!! You’d think that the guy who just beat the World Champion in a no-title match this past Havoc would be put in a better match then this at a pay per view but it seems that the powers that be seem to think otherwise. But before anyone goes saying or thinking anything different I have complete faith in Senester and the decisions that he makes. There is a reason that I was put in this match against Santa Claus and at Fatality I will carry out what I am expected to do and just like I did to the “champs” I will do ten times worse to you Claus.
*Maniac pauses taking a deep swig of scotch again and then smacking his lips. Maniac waits a few moments and then sighs, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he looks straight at the camera.*
Maniac: For so long Santa Claus, all I've wanted is my chance to be a World Champion again, my chance to hold the big gold for the third time. You stand in my way of this happening Claus, and when people stand in my way they get hurt. I've been waiting patiently, biding my time, and clawing like an animal to get where I am at and you are not going to stop me from achieving my goals. I wish I could say there won't be any interference in this match Santa Claus. I wish I could. But you have a few people after you who, like me, don’t really like you at all. We are all tired of your holly jolly bulls*it and your obsessive checking of your damn list. Hell, Bryan Deas probably will rock up to try and get himself a little bit of revenge, but you can squash him like the bug he is. You've got all these people wanting a piece of you, and you have to try and think how you’re going to stop all of them. But me? I only have one target this week, one focus…You. I am the best wrestler in the HWA for a reason. Because I know how to focus, how to ignore all my other worries, and focus solely on the man across the ring from me. At Fatality, that man is you Santa Claus. And you’re not going to be ready for me. You’re not going to be ready for what I bring to you. Not going to be prepared for just how much I want this win. And so you’ll fail, and when the match is over and everything is all said and done, I will be victorious. And there will only be one thought going through your mind...
*Before Maniac can finish his sentence there is a knock at the door. Maniac has a puzzled look on his face and answers the door to find two men standing there.*
Man #1: Antonino Romano?
Maniac: Yes, can I help you?
Man #1: I’m special agent Jack Richardson; this is special agent Charles Monroe can we speak to you?
*Both men show Maniac their credentials and Maniac lets them in and they head into the area where Maniac was before. Before they begin special agent Richardson turns to the cameras.*
Jack Richardson: Can you shut those off while we talk?
Maniac: No, it’s ok whatever it is the cameras stay on.
Charles Monroe: Mr. Romano, can you tell us your whereabouts today between the hours of twelve a.m. and three p.m.?
*A confused look comes across Maniac’s face.*
Maniac: I was here, why? What is this all about?
*The two F.B.I agents exchange a look before continuing.*
Jack Richardson: Mr. Romano we are sorry to be the ones to tell you but your ex wife was found earlier today in an abandoned house. She was stabbed multiple times in the face and abdomen, we tried everything we could but couldn’t save her. We are very sorry for your loss Mr. Romano.
*Maniac sits down with a blank stare on his face not saying a word, only trying to hold back his emotions.*
Charles Monroe: Mr. Romano we need you to come with us for questioning.
Maniac: Sure, whatever you need.
*Maniac simply gets up and heads towards the door with the two F.B.I agents but before he gets to it he stops and turns to the cameras.*
Maniac: Lock up for me, will ya?
*Maniac doesn’t wait for a response, just turns around and leaves as the scene fades to black.*
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