Montecito Casino
Las Vegas Nevada
*The shot opens up on a shot of the buzzing and bright floors of the Montecito Casino floor. We see the pit boss keeping an eye over the pit, a security guard walking around with a whale, while another one is heading towards the Mystique, and a few guys checking out her ass as she walks past. The camera continues panning, revealing more security standing on the edge of the floor and watching, before one points something out, and one races past, heading towards where the other pointed. And slowly the camera pans up to reveal this is all being seen on a single computer screen in the office of the Montecito CEO. One guard slowly turns and nods at the camera and a hand reaches forward pushing the button to shut off the monitor. Slowly the camera pans back to watch, as the Montecito CEO, leans back in his chair. His black stringy hair is pulled back, his Black Pinstriped Armani Suit looking pressed to perfection, and even the gold Rolex on his wrist doesn't seem too much, instead seeming to complete the picture of perfection. This man is Maniac. Maniac lifts a single hand to his jaw, softly rubbing at it, the look of a man who is trying to make a big decision. He sits in silence for a few moments and then lifts his head up, freeing his hands to accentuate his points as he speaks.*
Maniac: Welcome to my world. The Montecito casino, a casino that rakes in Millions of dollars each day, and I own it. Roughly, after pay for all the salaries, comps, and expenses that I'm given on any day, I tend to make about $10 Million a day. And this is just one of many businesses I own, which is why I formed Romano Enterprises, and have brought in some of the best business minds that I can. Between us, we dabble in Real Estate; we dabble on the Wall Street. Right now, as I sit here, my company has been appraised at $20.5 Billion Dollars. And I personally am worth 7.2. And so, when I heard what Ronnie had to say about motivating him, I didn't sympathize with Ronnie. I sympathized with HWA. With Romano Enterprises, only one man represents the company to the public. Only one man is continually seen as the face of my company, and that’s me. In everything I do, Romano Enterprises gets judged. The same can be said, for the World Champion of HWA. By your very actions Ronnie, you’re pissing all over the company you say you love. So, with the way you’re behaving, it should be an easy decision for me. Come to Havoc, take you out, and walk away the NEW HWA World Heavyweight Champion, helping HWA get back the glory we lost.
*Now Maniac looks away and shakes his head, seemingly in disbelief at Ronnie's behavior. There are a few more moments where Maniac sits in silence, and then Maniac leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him as he stares into the camera.*
Maniac: So why do I sit here, struggling to decide? Because I saw something that boiled my blood, I saw the vermin that is known as Judas Mercury, not just make a nuisance out of himself, he also chose to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong as a final act of disrespect to end the show. But don’t think that this match between us for the World Title is because of that idiot Ronnie, this match is happening because I EANRED it. I earned this match because I have proven myself worthy of a World Title shot by not only beating you in a non-title match but beating anyone else that has been put in front of me. You told me that you wanted me to motivate you Ronnie? Why should I have to? Isn’t the fact that you are defending the World Title motivation enough? Isn’t the fact that come Havoc you are going to lose that World Title motivation enough? If that isn’t then you shouldn’t be in this business and you defiantly shouldn’t be the World Champion.
*Maniac now leans back, and holds his arms wide, now staring at the camera.*
Maniac: But look at me, Ronnie. Ever since I came back I have been burning up the competition and there has been nobody to stop me. I've been tutored by Senester, and I've just taken down that tub of lard who thinks he is Santa so hard, he's out recuperating. I am the future of the HWA. I am the very symbol, of a Corporate Champion. I am someone the HWA can sponsor itself around, because I show myself being just who I am, a decent human being. You talk about being the business, but for all your talk, you’re just another great wrestler with a shitty attitude. I may have hated Hans, but I respected him for knowing how to conduct himself like a champion. I respect your wrestling skills, Ronnie. But I don't like what I've seen of the man.
*Now Maniac stops and smirks, adjusting his tie, and then speaking again.*
Maniac: And in the end, that's the very thing that makes my decision for me. For years, I've wanted to be World Champion again. I've wanted to be seen as the best, and another World Title reign will prove that. So, even though I respect how good a wrestler you are, and even though I know, you think you’re in the right going toe-to-toe with Senester, I can't allow that to stand. I will fight you Ronnie, at Havoc; bring that big shiny gold belt to Savannah, Georgia, so that it can leave on the shoulder of the better man. So that it can leave on the shoulder, of the Corporate Champion. And just remember, when you see me standing over you, holding my newly won title. It's nothing Personal, Just Business.
*Maniac smirks and turns back to the computer screen as the scene fades to black.*
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