*We're in Maniacs bedroom and it looks like a hurricane hit it, clothes are thrown everywhere as has everything else. Both Maniac and Mandy are laying in the bed, both covered up and Mandy is resting her head on Maniacs chest. They are both breathing heavily from earlier activities and Maniac is running his fingers through Mandy's long red hair.*
Mandy: That was amazing, you really are a maniac.
*Maniac smiles, a chuckle escaping his lips.*
Maniac: I aim to please.
*Mandy giggles but the two are interrupted from the sound of Mandy's phone going off. She rolls over to grab her phone, exposing her her breasts which Maniac waists no time putting his hand on the closet one massaging it gently. Mandy giggles in pleasure as she remains laying on her back, allowing Maniac to continue. With one hand she checks the latest on HWA and with her other reaches under the covers, giving Maniac some "attention" aswell. As she scrolls Mandy suddenly gasps in shock, jolting upright.*
Maniac: What's wrong Mandy?
Mandy: Butch had a panic attack before his press conference after Havoc. Says here that some of the reporters got footage of it and some got pictures but there was a cease and desist order issued so nothing was posted. Let's see, the internet has been on fire talking about Havoc. Tweets from lots of people..oh, this one you'll wanna see.
*Mandy shows Maniac the screen and he reads the tweet from Matt Miller. Maniac throws his head back laughing, kicking his feet for emphasis.*
Maniac: That cut looks gnarly, going to leave quite the scar. A little mommemto for him to remember me by.
*Maniac laughs again and Mandy shakes her head, a little grin on her face. She keeps reading for a few more minutes before stopping.*
Mandy: I don't think he'll be forgetting you soon, looks like he left you message.
*Maniacs eyebrows rise in curiosity, a smile spreading on his face.*
Maniac: Did he now? Would you care to show me sugar tits?
*Mandy giggles and opens the video. She turns the phone towards Maniac so he could watch. Maniac stares at the phone listening to every word that Matt says, when it's over just sits there, expressionless.*
Mandy: You ok baby?
Maniac: Afraid am I Matt?
*Maniac gets up out of bed, putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.*
Maniac: Excuse me my dear, my new young friend needs my attention.
*Maniac heads out of the bedroom and Mandy gets up, putting on her panties and throwing on one of Maniacs old Suicide Kings jerseys. She follows Maniac and is shocked to see Kevin Armstrong sitting on the couch. Maniac smiles, motioning Mandy over.*
Maniac: Mandy baby, this is Kevin, Kevin this is Mandy.
*The two shake hands and exchange pleasantries for a moment. After a moment Maniac motions to Greg.*
Maniac: Would you get the camera ready Greg? I have business to handle.
*Greg nods his head, then gives a glance at Mandy who just smiles and shrugs her shoulders. Greg smiles, still shaking his head readies the camera. On the couch, Kevin straightens himself up, rubbing his hands together. *
Kevin: It's been awhile since I've seen a Maniac promo in person, this is going to be good!
*Maniac chuckles, then turns to Greg giving him the signal. Greg focuses on Maniac, then counts down.
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On camera
Maniac: You ok there Butch? Heard you had a bit of a fall after Havoc, a panic attack was it? Yeah, I would have one too if reality slapped me in the face like it did you. It finally sunk in didn't it? The fact that this war that's brewing between me and your lap dogs is YOUR fault. You know that their blood will be on YOUR hands when I rip through them one by one. That's alot of blood Butch, I hope you have great insurance and one helluva clean up crew because violence is going to golden once again and it'll rain crimson for a LONG time to come.
*Maniac smiles and walks over to the bar and Greg follows him, being sure to keep only Maniac in the shot. Maniac gets to the bar and makes him a Jack and Coke, stirring it for a moment before taking a drink.*
Maniac: Now, speaking of lap dogs...I'll address you Matt. Afraid am I? Of who? Jeremy? Sean? Butch? Or even your cosplay loving Sensei?
*Maniac throws his head back, laughing hard.*
Maniac: Who are you kidding Matt? You know aswell as I do if I stuck around there would have been no one on one. It would have been a mob lynching and I wasn't about to let them ruin our fun. But go ahead, keep playing that "Maniac is scared" card because you know damn well from not only my past matches but from our match that I fear noone.
*Maniac takes a drink then continues.*
Maniac: I see why your Butch's favorite Matt, your just like him. It's like he shit you out, a little Butch clone who just like him ignores facts and what everyone else says. You only hear what you want and always think you're right. I gave you your props, and I'm not talking about the beating I gave you but after that. I admitted you pushed me to my limits, I said I was in a FIGHT and I loved it. Ring any bells? Probably not, because that would shatter your image and this imaginary world you live in where like Butch you are always in the right. You know, something that I also don't get is you wanna play tough guy challenging ME to a rematch when I already challenged YOU to said rematch in that promo that doesn't ring any bells for ya. Really kid? Ok, you do what you gotta do to save face and I'll make this simple for you.
*Maniac finishes off his drink, putting the glass back on the bar.*
Maniac: Me versus you Matt, at the first pay per view. But this can't be just any match Matt, oh no. This has to be a match to END this, once and for all. Matt you and I will do our final dance...in an Asylum match. What do you say? Wouldn't want you to get in trouble with your daddy Butch.
*Maniac stares into the camera, a sick smile on his face.*
Maniac: Let the games begin..
*Maniac laughs maniacally as the scene fades to black.*
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