Jeremy was in the middle of a run, when his phone pinged with a new HWA message. It was Maniac. He kept running, but several yards in he had to scratch the itch and listen to it, so he stopped for a quick moment. He fought the urge to respond and lost, then out of breath fired up us app for a live recording.
(Jeremy): I wasn’t even going to respond to you Maniac, you’re hardly worth the time right now, but it confounds me how delusional you are. People out there will have to forgive me, I may be a man of science, and while mental health is not my area of expertise…I know crazy when I see it. You enjoy crazy. You enjoy poisoning your body with cancer sticks. You enjoy feeding into Erica’s lies. You enjoy antagonizing Matt and Hans, and pretending you’re the great cog in the HWA machine that makes everything turn. You know what I enjoy? I enjoy making sure people like you, don’t get to enjoy crazy. That’s what’s going to happen at Havoc. I’m going to derail your crazy train.
I don’t give a shit what you think about my record, or your own. The only thing you’re going to break at Havoc is a sweat in your lame-ass efforts to put me down. I don’t care what you think HWA is today, it goes without saying that it’s not what it once was. It’s had far more than a fresh coat of paint, we’ve rebuilt it from the ground up, hardcore is just a relic of the past, another of the voices in your head you try and hold on to. Don’t think because you got that Match at Art of War, and this new challenge for Helloween Havoc…still to even get approved I might add…that the winds are turning in your favor. These are anomalies.
And as far as reaping…I don’t need to be careful of reaping anything, you’re the one planting seeds in the wrong season…the only thing you’re growing is my impatience and at Havoc you’re going to see firsthand what Jeremy Branson sows in that ring. Smoke on that “Maestro!”
Jeremy publishes the message and continues his run with a 2nd wind as the scene fades to black.
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