*The scene opens at the police station; Maniac and an unknown man are standing outside in the middle of a conversation.*
Maniac: Ok so tell me, who the hell are you and how did you get me out of there?
Unknown Man: My name is Gerald Stern; I am an attorney with Dark Horse Towers and I was sent here by Lord Senester to get you out.
*Maniac smiles and shakes his head.*
Maniac: Well I’m glad you are here Gerald, those co*k suckers inside have done nothing but harass me and it has seriously interfered with my work.
Gerald Stern: Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore, I can assure you that the F.B.I. and any and all police will stay off your back from now on. Infact I have already filed a law suit against them in your name for the grievances they have caused you.
Maniac: Thanks Gerald, now if you’ll excuse me I have some work to catch up on.
*Maniac shakes Gerald’s hand and walks off as the scene fades to black.*
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-On Camera-
*The scene fades in on a shot of Maniac’s smirking face. Maniac is standing at a billiards table, cue in hand and he picks up some chalk from the edge of the table, and starts chalking up his cue as he looks over at the camera.*
Maniac: You know, people have been bugging me all week. They've been wondering if I think I can beat Logan Neilson at Havoc. After all, Logan has the power on his side. He was just recently reinstated and has all this momentum on his side, hoping that he can somehow get lucky and squeak by with the victory. And if I lose this match, then Logan will more than likely get my World Title shot as well. And these people ask me, would I actually let Logan get that title shot, or would I rather quit the HWA?
*Maniac puts the chalk down, and then leans over the table lining up his shot. After a few moments of pause, Maniac shoots the cue and a loud thwack can be heard as the balls collide. Maniac stands up again, looking straight at the camera again.*
Maniac: You people need to wake the fu*k up. Does anyone actually believe I would lose to Logan? It doesn't matter what’s on the line here. It could be for a single measly dollar, or ownership of the entire galaxy, and the outcome would always be the same. Logan simply isn't good enough to beat me. Not now, not ever. He can run around backstage; sprouting his mouth off all he wants, but when he enters that ring, all the talk in the world won't help him. He'll be stepping in against the Single Best Wrestler the HWA has. See, Logan, they might call you a tough guy, but that’s all they call you. Me? I'm the man of a hundred nicknames, billionaire Brawler. Platinum Made Playboy, the Human Horror Reel, and the Wrestler of the Year. Or for some lucky ladies, they get to call me God, usually in a loud screaming voice. But, you wouldn't know about that, since the last time you got laid George Bush was President. George Bush Senior.
*Maniac now strolls around the table, the camera pausing for a few moments, and fading out and then back in as Maniac takes another shot with the cue. Maniac stands back up once more, again smirking straight at the camera.*
Maniac: See, Logan, I've seen you running your mouth this week, and all it’s made me do is yawn. You think I am a crony? Good. Think what you want of me Logan because your thoughts and perceptions of me are going to blind you in this match and allow me to beat you 1, 2, 3. The HWA is my playground Logan, in the past few months, not only have I made a comeback, but I've also beaten TWO Champs in non-title matches, TWO. And I won at Fatality. How about you? You were beat by Bryan Deas, a man who’s barely considered a wrestler. Whoopee Freaking Doo. You want to make yourself a comeback, step up at Havoc and actually BE a threat. Don't be your usual loser self, but actually try and challenge me. This is your chance Logan, your chance to make a name for yourself, as the man who pushed Maniac to the edge. But that's it. You're not going to win at Havoc. Get that through your thick skull. Get that into your brain. At Havoc it is a loss for you, THAT’S guaranteed. Take it to the bank and cash it on in. At Havoc I get to make your return the shortest anyone has ever seen in the history of the HWA. And when I do that, I'll finally get my chance to climb to the top of the mountain. And all I have to do is beat you first.
*Maniac now strolls out of the shot again, and it fades in on Maniac leaning over the table, his eyes looking up at the camera.*
Maniac: Logan, at Havoc I'm going to give you the wrestling lesson of your life. Your chances are just like this eight ball here...
*Maniac looks back down and takes his shot, and we watch the cue ball races across the table, hits the eight ball on the side, and sinks it into the corner pocket. After a moment the camera switches back to Maniac who stands up smiling again.*
Maniac: Sunk. Take a good long look Logan, because at Havoc, you're going to get a lesson. You’re going to be taught that violence is golden.
*Maniac puts down the pool cue and walks off as the scene fades to black.*
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