(Matt): Here we go, Maniac, it's almost time, isn't it, lad? You know, you and I, it seems like we've saying shite about each other, beating the shite out of each other, hell even shoving shite on each other, literally since HWA made its storied come back to network television.
Ye thought you were being respectful, offering yer so-called wisdom and expertise before the reunion show knowing full well the likes of Sean, Jeremy and I, we'd been training under the watchful eyes of Butch, of Sensei, for the past eight years. Ye knew, didn'tcha?
Ye knew you had no intention of offering any sort of guidance, all ye were interested in was the same thing ya've been making yerself famous for all these years and that's kicking the hornet's nest, fella. Ye knew all three of us would tell ye where to shove yer offer and ye knew ye'd raise the ire of at least one of us to sink your shit-stained teeth into.... I guess I pulled the short straw, eh fella?
Make no mistake, lad, and ye can deny it all ye want until the cows come home, I am far different proposition to the naïve pretender ye sneak-attacked after our first meeting all those months ago... whilst I may not have accepted you as a teacher, as my Maestro, ye've still managed to instill some valuable lessons in me, lessons granted I likely wouldn't have learned from Sensei, from Butch or from Hans...lessons I won't soon forget.
But it doesn't change anything because at Art of War, fella, it all comes to ahead. The Asylum...ye thought bringing me into yer domain, into the Human Horror Reel's personal playground, that it would somehow trigger some sort of anxiety in me? Some sort of nervousness or even second thoughts?
Matt smirks and shakes his head.
(Matt): No way, fella. Like I said, I'm not the same guy whose head ye bashed in, the guy who wouldn't think things through, the guy who tried to the bigger man...
Matt smirks again, more devilishly this time.
(Matt): No, Maniac, that guy's dead. This guy?
Matt gestures to himself by way of a backwards-pointing thumb.
(Matt): He's much, much, much worse. Let's go back in time, shall we? That very first Havoc, I took ya to yer very limits. Scared the living shit outta ya because ye thought I was just some plucky Irish kid with a chip on his shoulder. It took ye twenty minutes and granted, some overzealousness on my part to get the job done. And when the realisation set in, ye couldn't quite believe it, could ye? The infamous Maniac, the man who revolutionised extreme wrestling, the man who defied the odds beat both Buff Bridges AND Butch Parker in one night to win the HWA World Championship, almost getting pinned by a guy who outside the Internet Wrestling Community and those involved with HWA over the past eight years, hadn't even heard of! And that ate ye up inside, didn't it, fella? That's why ye attacked me, hit me so hard ye exposed my skull to the focking world! And you thought that was that, didn't ye lad?
A laugh, almost cackle-like, escapes Matt's mouth.
(Matt): Ye really thought that was going to be the lesson ye were gonna teach me, to put me in my place and remind everyone just who the f*k ye are because the young rookie decided to tell ye somethin' no one else seemingly had the balls to do.
But that's not where our problems lie, Maniac, see after ye were done caving yer knuckles into my head over and over and over again...what did ye do? Ye laughed... laughed out of jealousy, out of spite, literally rubbing salt into an already-open wound and that's something I won't EVER forget, Maniac.
See, back in April, ye said something...ye said I don't know how to let go, how to give in to the darkness, that dwells inside of me...that I was afraid of it, afraid of what it could do and the places it would take me... and ye know what? Yer right...to a certain extent... there IS a darkness inside me, I see it now, it's been there for a while, bubbling away and it's nearly, very nearly, surfaced. But what yer wrong about lad is that I'm not afraid of it, not afraid what it could do and the places it'll take me... see, lad, ye make yer tricks and toys...weapons...fire..barbed wire, chairs...god knows what else... but something ye've not banked on..is I've got my tricks too. That darkness ye spoke about? Well lad...be careful what ye wish for because it just so happens, I'm about ready to let that darkness do more than bubble to the surface... the only way to slay a monster is to become one myself... but my monster...it has no fear... some part of yer psyche calls itself the Dream Master...my monster? It dreams about nightmares...and it's dying to meet you, Maniac.
The only things that matter to me now are vengeance...at Art of War, after eight years of wrestling in obscurity, the world is going to know exactly who Matt Miller really is. all of him... Are you ready for him, Maniac? Because I don't think you are, lad…
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