”What I mean is…at Art of War, Maniac and Matt Miller will face off….in an Aslyum Match!”
“Ya f*cking beauty!” he shouts out loud from his living room. It filled him with such pride and joy, despite what had transpired over the last few weeks, especially with what happened at Chicago, that Butch still held him in such high regard. He knew this was an opportunity he could ill afford to squander and suddenly he felt like he was going to vomit. His stomach started churning and he could hear his heart thumping in his ears.
He immediately went to his laptop and set it up to stream to the HWA YouTube channel.
“So, Maniac, I’m guessing by Butch’s announcement, the curfew has been lifted! I hope you had fun with Draconis in Omaha, fella because that’s child’s play compared to what I’ve got in store for you, lad! I told you at Havoc I hadn’t forgotten aboutcha lad. See, I’ve been keeping me head low these past few weeks, doin’ some thinkin’ ya know? Soul searching if ya will. And you know what? I reaaally didn’t like what I saw but at the same time, it was necessary. See right from our first encounter, fella, you’ve made your mark on me, physically and mentally.”
Matt points to his chest.
“You’ve scorched a permanent scar on my soul, lad. I’m forever branded now, with the mark of you, Maniac. But I’m glad. It’s a reminder, like this scar…”
Matt then points to the scar tissue snaking its way up his forehead.
“…that I know I’ll never be taken for granted, never walked on again. Truth be told, I’m nervous, Maniac. Excited, nervous, nauseated, exhilarated…there’s so many superlatives to describe how I’m feeling now that it’s official. I’m not gonna waste too much time talking this up right now because lord knows we’ve got so much time between now and Art of War to talk this up and duke it out in some good old verbal sparring but I guarantee you, Maniac, this is not gonna end well, lad…for either of us!
Matt takes a moment before he speaks again.
“And Erica, I’m sorry. Sorry you felt you were neglected, brushed aside and ignored but you can’t do what you did at Havoc and expect anyone to understand where you’re comin’ from! I mean attacking people from behind, Michelle of all people, literally the sweetest girl in the world and you smacked her with a chair because what? We all don’t train as much together? And then you cast aspersions on Sensei Matthew and deride his training and throw your lot in with this piece of shite? I’m sorry Erica but you’ll get no sympathies from me. If you’d rather get your training from a crackpot like Maniac instead of a man of honor like Sensei Matthew, then you’re too far down the rabbit hole, I’m afraid. Given how you’re now suddenly best of friends with that gobshite, I’ll probably seeing you both sooner rather than later.”
Matt hits send on his laptop and gets up from his computer desk as the scene fades to black.
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