*We open back at Romano estate, namely the zen room where we find Maniac smoking out of a bong as he sits on the couch. Music plays from his Spotify playlist as he takes a long rip off the bong, holds it for a moment then releases the smoke from his lungs. He does it again and then sits the bong down on a table before sitting back on the couch. Maniac lays his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a breath.*
Maniac: What the fuk am I going to do?
*Maniac is suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice.*
Antonio: You can start by dropping that psycho student of yours.
*The sound of Antonio's voice causes Maniac to open his eyes and raise his head up, giving Antonio an annoyed look.*
Antonio: I'm just saying, other than her obvious issues she screams daddy issues. And if I'm not mistaken she said you're "like a father figure" to her, she wants to call you daddy all right.
*Antonio laughs and Maniac just shakes his head, grabbing the bong again, lighting it, and taking another hit.*
Antonio: Seriously though, how ya doing? Have you called Santino yet?
*Maniac shakes his head.*
Maniac: Not yet, I just seen the card for Blood, Sweat, and Tears and it's really sinking in.
*Antonio walks over and sits down next to Maniac, putting his hand on his shoulder.*
Antonio: Don't worry, it's going to be OK. Sammy is going to put together a team and they are going to go in and get what we need. Honestly, it's probably better than we are not there just in case we need to use my Mafia connection for future incidents.
*Maniac nods his head in agreement.*
Maniac: Yeah, good point. By the way thanks for that file from your CIA connection, it really helped to convince her about her dad.
*Maniac smiles but it soon falters and he hits the bong again which Antonio notices, knowing what's bothering Maniac.*
Antonio: Look, everything is going work out ok? As soon as the match is over I'm going to destroy whatever it is that's holding DreamMaster here and send him back to Hell. Don't worry my friend, I won't leave you stranded in the dark.
*Maniac meets Antonio's gaze and smiles, nodding his head.*
Maniac: Thanks, I know you won't. This whole thing still makes me sick to my stomach, fuk it I need to get out of here.
*Maniac puts down the bong and gets up waking towards the door.*
Antonio: Hey, where are you going?
Maniac: Out, I need to clear my head.
Antonio: Don't you mean OUR head?!?!?!?
*Maniac doesn't answer as he leaves the room which causes Antonio to curse in Italian and follow Maniac.*
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On camera
*There's static for a moment before the scene opens in an undisclosed location somewhere in New York city, the room we open to is dark with the only light coming from a candle sitting on a smal table in the center of the room. A figure moves within the darkness and as it does you can hear a deep growl come from it. After a moment the figure stops and you think that it disappeared until you here the sound of a lighter being flicked and the cherry of a cigarette suddenly appears. You hear the sound of someone exhaling and from above the cigarette a familiar pair of red eyes appear that burn like wildfire. The figure steps a bit more towards the candle as it takes another drag from its cigarette and begins to speak, the distinct voice of the DreamMaster with it's voice a mix of a growl and an demonic voice.*
DreamMaster: Hello pups, it's been to long hasn't it?
*DreamMaster laughs and it comes out almost as terrifying as his voice.*
DreamMaster: My how you all have grown, as well as your hate and anger. Especially you Jeremy, ever since I put your fuk toy on the bench for good you've had this darkness growing in you that just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I told you that I was going to teach you all a lesson but nobody listened. You all laughed and thought I was just some nut job but look what happened, poor wittle Matty patty is OUT! Not even that dragon could help you Matt and now you get to sit on the sidelines and watch as it happens to Jeremy.
*DreamMaster let's out another roaring laughter and takes another deep drag off his cigarette.*
DreamMaster: Look where we are now...Blood, Sweat, and Tears and Jeremy and I are pitted against one another in a no disqualification match. How fitting, to put you down like I did Matt in a violent setting is almost poetic if it wasn't so funny and pathetic at the same time. You're going to end ME at the pay per view Jeremy? Is that what you think, must be real easy to talk tough and be so confident in the eyes of the public but just like Matt you're going to find out that when it comes down to it you too will end up in early retirement. For too long you've been running around barking and marking your territory where you shouldn't be but come Blood, Sweat, and Tears you young pup Jeremy will share the fate of your crippled lover.
*DreamMaster finishes his cigarette and throws it to the ground before walking over to the candle and blowing it out causing the whole room to be plunged into darkness before static takes over once again.*
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