*We open once again at the ranch home of Sam Harris, a.k.a. Riot. Maniac and Sam are sitting outside on the porch of the ranch home watching as Sam's daughter Delilah plays fetch with their dog. Delilah is 18 now, attending high school and training to become a professional wrestler. Her long blonde hair flutters in the wind as she chases the dog around the yard and both Maniac and Sam laugh when she falls trying to wrestle the toy from the dogs mouth. Maniacs phone goes off and he removes it from his pocket, checking the the notifications of new videos on the HWA YouTube channel. He watches and laughs, shaking his head at what he's seen.*
Sam: Let me guess, you're friends all checked in to say hello?
*Maniac laughs sarcastically.*
Maniac: Oh you know it, they just LOVE me to death. As a matter of fact I need to respond to a few of my buddies, care to be my camera man again?
Sam: You got it buddy.
*Maniac hands Sam his phone and once he has it set up and ready he gives Maniac the signal.*
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On camera
Maniac: My my, aren't I the popular one?
*Maniac laughs then pulls out his cigarettes from his pocket. Taking one he lights it and inhales slowly, holding it for a few moments before exhaling and continuing.*
Maniac: It seems that a few people have a problem with the way I do things, like Hans von Richtoven. You know Hans I really don't care if you believe me or not, nor do I care for your opinions while I agree like anyone else your entitled to them. You say someone's going to burst my bubble? Who's that going to be? Certainly not you since your not an active member of the roster, which is a shame Hans. I would love to smear your smug face all over the mat.
*Maniac takes another hit off his cigarette, flipping the ashes in a nearby ashtray.*
Maniac: Then we have Sarah Callahan. Such a feisty little bitch aren't you? Don't you DARE for one second think you knew my intentions just because Butch opened his cok sucker without event knowing my reasons himself! I wanted to come in like any other veteran does and help the new talent but of course like dumb, blind, obedient pups you follow EVERYTHING that your master Butch says. But now that's all out the window and now instead of help building, I'm going to burn it all down to the fuking ground. You think that Fatality on the concrete was bad little girl, get in my way again and next time I'll treat you like I did your little friend. You know, lucky charms.
*Maniac chuckles and takes a drag off his cigarette.*
Maniac: Draconis, I'm not trying to control your destiny here in HWA, what you do is your business and it makes no difference to me the path you choose. You wanna know what I've done? Well, I've only had one match since coming back and I won that match. I would be 2-0 now BUT that's kinda hard to do when I wasn't scheduled for a match last week, so I had to make my own fun. I'm glad you're so confident in your abilities Draconis, that'll make the victory far more sweeter when I pin you for the three count or make you tap.
*Maniac finishes his cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray and standing up before he continues.*
Maniac: You're not dealing with some rookie here Draconis, I'm a veteran of this sport. Not only a veteran but THE most violent one EVER to step foot in the ring. And while our match may just be a normal one on one that won't stop me from unleashing a beating on you that'll make you feel like you just went through a death match! Just ask that potato sucking Irish bug, I don't need weapons to win or to make violent golden. At Havoc I'll show you Draconis, and when it's all said and done I'll collect another win and you can collect some new scars.
*Maniac laughs and walks off as the scene fades to black.*
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