*We open back at the ranch house of Sam Harris, Maniac is sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette as he watches the sun drop. He takes a few more drags off his cigarette, admiring the different colors in the sky all mixed together in a wonderful collage that looks like it was painted in the sky before he speaks.*
Maniac: Draconis, I gotta admit I'm both surprised and intrigued by your request. A Hell in a Cell match is it? I accept, it's your funeral anyway.
*Maniac laughs, taking another drag off his cigarette.*
Maniac: That's right Draconis you keep on believing that your size and record is going to get you the win, all the while in your blind ignorance not ONLY have you dug your own grave but now you've proposed to lock us in Hell in a Cell. Oh little dragon, you're in for a VERY rude awakening come Havoc. Your little claws have yet to scratch the surface of my tolerance, I'm as calm and cool headed as I've ever been and when we face off at Havoc I'll show you what a calm and patient physcopath can do.
*Maniac winks at the camera and laughs, he then goes back to admiring the sky and finishing his cigarette as the scene fades to black.*
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