*The scene opens on a road in Perth, Australia. There are newspapers and trash blowing across the ground in the brisk breeze and this particular road is like any other road in Perth, Australia, it leads you nowhere. Sirens and screaming are heard in the background and a rat runs by the camera on the bottom right of the screen. The camera is moving along the road and finally swoops in between two large rocks. We finally see “The Human Horror Reel” Maniac leaning up against the wall of an abandoned building. His left leg is against the ground and he has his right leg bent up against the wall behind him. He is wearing black boots with silver metal buckles and long black trenchcoat. The coat is buttoned up. His long, black, stringy hair is covering his face and glistens as if it's still wet. His bright eyes gleam in the darkness. Judging by the darkness and lack of life it would appear to be late at night. He reaches into his pocket with his left hand and yanks out a cigarette and then lights it with a Zippo that he got with his other hand. He takes a drag and holds it for a second. He seems lost in a thought. Finally he lets the smoke out and a smile crosses his face. Finally he speaks without looking up.*

Maniac: One day, One day until complete and total carnage happens on Havoc. There is going to be bloodshed and mayhem, there is going to be pain and suffering and by god by the end of the night there will be new Tag Team Champions. AC James and Eddie K, you two are not ready for what lies ahead, Deas and I have years of experience in these types of matches while you two have just a short amount of experience. At this point in our careers Deas and I have done it all-seen it all-and dammit beaten it all in the hardcore division. Every single wrestler thrown at us has fallen at our feet. They have looked up and they have known what countless fans and casual observers have known since the day Deas and I laced our first wrestling boots. That quite simply, in the world of hardcore wrestling, there is “The Human Horror Reel” Maniac and "Ballistic" Bryan Deas and then there is everyone else. We’ve made lots of money, we’ve earned accolades, we get calls from Leno, offers for reality television series, hell we could earn a small fortune just by judging a bodybuilding contest. We retire superstars and our very appearance is worth a few trips to the bank. You know exactly what I know, we are amazing. We are the story that every twelve-year-old boy dreams up, the cars, the girls, the gold, the main event of the show in a barbaric match getting a shot at gold. We could live comfortably just living off our past now. Hell everyone else does it, we would never have to do another thing in our lives and we’d still be superstars. #### that-superstar isn’t a big enough word. Perhaps we are alpha stars. Heh! But then that begs the question doesn’t it? Why aren’t we at some shopping mall signing autographs? Why the hell are we not guest starring on an episode of the O.C.? Why aren’t NBC running ads for their new show “The Hardcore Icons Knows Best Cause the Hardcore Icons knows everything”? The hundred billion dollar question of the moment now has to be addressed. The one query on all your minds...why the hell are we here? What is The Hardcore Icons doing in HWA? And those of you with half a brain, and seeing the crowds that attend HWA shows will come up with a second question. Why is Maniac gunning for AC James, Eddie K, and Hans von Richtoven? Well gee; I guess I got to admit those are two pretty good questions. Normally I’d tell you that what I do is beyond your limited comprehension. Normally I’d tell you to go #### yourself. But today is everyone’s lucky day. I’m feeling particularly jovial today. The moon is shining, the crickets are making that annoying little sound thing they do, some ##### fan of mine and her mom just tag teamed me in the bathroom at a Stop&Shop, so basically I am in a good mood. So I guess I’ll answer some questions.

*Maniac stands up and walks a few paces and then stops. He leans back against a nearby wall. The wall is made of red bricks that have darkened over the years. Graffiti lines the walls and a diversity of colorful four letter words and phone numbers to call for a good time can be seen. Maniac slides down the wall until he gets to a comfortable sitting position on the pavement. He reaches inside his trench coat and slides out a long but thin blue bag. The blue in the bag is dark and is a little hard to see in the nighttime. Maniac purses his lips together and a sly smile crosses his face for a second as he reaches in the bag. The smile disappears as he slides out a lead pipe from inside the bag. He grips it steadfastly and smiles. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he seems to be gaining orgasmic gratification from the pipe. For a few seconds the scene is quite disconcerting but then Maniac snaps out of it. He runs his free hand through his hair and glances around as if in a state of paranoia. He holds the pipe above his head and whispers something disjointedly. He twirls the pipe in his hand and places one finger to his lips.*

Maniac: This pipe was with me from the beginning. Her name is Sue. Everyone this is Sue...Sue this is everyone. Sue has met loads of wrestlers in her time. Usually she is introduced to their cranium during a match or in the back somewhere. She breaks bones and shatters careers but mostly she keeps me company. See, Maniac Land is a very lonely place sometimes. People get jealous of how great I am and they never stay long. It’s hard being as great as I am in a world where most people aspire for mediocrity. It was Sue who recently reminded me of sins from the past, which were now done fermenting. She reminded me of HWA and assured me the grace period allotted for the sinner had ended. It was time or action. And that is why I am not my usual happy self. At Havoc there is no time for jokes, no funny quips, and no sardonic musings on life’s lighter subjects. At Havoc all the jocularity is gone to the birds. And in Perth, Australia we have some huge ass pigeons so watch yourself and your cars if you know what I mean.

*Maniac bolts upright and starts smashing the bricks with the pipe. The old and delicate bricks chip away and fall to the floor. Maniac runs down an alley to a nearby fire escape and starts smashing metal on metal. He climbs up the stairs and stops at the first landing. Maniac smashes the glass windows in and laughs manically. He climbs to the next landing and smashes those windows to. Maniac grabs some of the fallen pieces of glass and holds them in his hand. He tightens his grip and small spurts of blood slither out from the bottom of his fist. He sprinkles the crushed glass over the metal landing and leans down over the railing. The camera lowers to the ground and we are now looking up at Maniac and Sue as Maniac leans over the second floor landing and stares at the camera with evil intent.*

Maniac: Well then, now that I have everyone’s attention heh! Why did I come back and form The Hardcore Icons with Deas? Why is Maniac back? *Maniac starts screaming like a mad man.* BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE EDDIE K AND AC JAMES! YOU TWO ARE THE FREAKING REASON I AM HERE. YOU DID THIS. YOU BROUGHT ME BACK AND UNLEASHED HELL ON EARTH. YOU’VE UNLEASHED HELL UPON YOURSELVES. You guys think that you are the most dominant people in the HWA just because you guys hold the Tag Team Belts that gives you that false label. The both of you have no idea what domination is, it’s people like Deas and I that have left our blood, sweat, and tears wrestling all over the world giving it our all and perfecting our craft. The both of you will soon find out what tag team wrestling is all about because you will both be stepping in the ring with me and I WILL show you how it’s done. But enough about them, back to the matter at hand. See in Hardcore Icons Land we really believe in the saying “revenge is a dish best served cold”! You see AC James and Eddie K Deas and I are both looking for revenge, for the last time we met as teams. You guys barely beat us last time and that pissed us off, but this time The Hardcore Icons have the advantage. This is our type of match, this is our turf and we are going to take advantage of that and will dominate and capture tag team gold. At Havoc we are going to finish this one way or another, at Havoc we are going to step inside the ring and just see who the best tag team in the HWA is by seeing who can put who through a table. The gold is on the line and The Hardcore Icons are going to take it, no matter what it takes. Deas and I are that once in a lifetime bundle of everything it takes to be icons in this business and more. But no, I’m not here to b###h about that. Lord knows I needed all of you like a dog needs ticks. You were all a bunch of seventh rate never has beens trying to reach greatness by attaching yourself to my nut sack and going for a ride. But come Havoc that will all change when The Hardcore Icons rise to the top of the HWA tag team division.

*Maniac becomes enraged and starts beating Sue against the railing and screaming so fast that the words all run together. He smashes himself in the head and a cut opens up above his right eye. A small trickle of blood runs down his face between his right eye and the bridge of his nose to his mouth. It starts to flow heavier and Maniac licks it up. He has malice in his eyes and he holds Sue to his ear. He nods his head and tries to steady himself. He resolutely turns towards the camera again and continues.*

Maniac: The day grows near boys, the day when The Hardcore Icons meet you in that ring and beat the holy hell out of you, put your sorry asses through some tables, then take those tag titles. It is going to be just another tremendous showing by The Hardcore Icons, as we will rack up yet another one in the win column. Oh how the mighty will fall, fall from grace and crash down to earth asking themselves how they got there as The Hardcore Icons stand over them victorious in all our glory. Come Havoc AC James and Eddie K, you will fall from grace and you will fall hard!

*Maniac plops down on the broken glass and the camera comes up to meet his gaze. The blood has stopped flowing but the moonlight shines off of the blood on his face and makes his face glow in the darkness.*

Maniac: You got lucky the first time The Hardcore Icons faced you. You did it though, somehow the earth spun backwards, up became down and monkeys flew out of your ass. You walked out with the HWA Tag Team Championship. But your luck is about to change for the worse, being put in a Tables Match with The Hardcore Icons is not something that you guys want. You couldn’t have honestly thought you had heard the last of the Hardcore Icons. You couldn’t have thought you had sipped your last Hardcore Icons Juice and sat for the last time with us. Hell that day I had the flu, and the measles, and rubella. Deas had stuff in his eyes from the eye doctor that made them dilated and he couldn’t see you. He had just had a liver transplant and the damn sun got in his eyes. You must have been the luckiest men in the history of the world that day. We all know on your best day, with your best move you couldn’t beat The Hardcore Icons. And if that sun hadn’t gotten in Deas’s eyes and if I hadn’t had that 111-degree fever that day we would have beaten your asses from pillar to post up and down to Hardcore Icons Land.

*A wry smile crosses Maniac’s face and it turns to a scowl. Maniac shakes his head and stares down at the broken glass. He opens his mouth a few times but no words come out. He doesn’t look up but finally he speaks.*

Maniac: But then time stood still and you two became the luckiest sons of b###hes in the world. You two BARELY and I mean you just squeaked by and retained those tag titles. I bet you two felt pretty good that day accomplishing such a great task, you felt good retaining those titles and holding them up high as the crowd screamed. But then you realized something, you realized that luck was on your side but it wouldn’t be there for long. You knew deep down in your hearts that The Hardcore Icons would once again get a shot at the HWA Tag Team Championship and come with vengeance in our hearts to destroy the both of you and take what is rightfully ours. Neither one of you are worth The Hardcore Icons time or money any more and so we will flush you like the pieces of shyt you are, so that we will never have to deal with you again.

*Maniac twirls his coat behind his left leg and storms out of the picture. The camera pans back to all the broken glass and droplets of blood on the ground and holds there for a moment to give viewers time to study the bedlam. Then we fade out to a clock counting down. On top of the clock it says “Time left to the demise of AC James and Eddie K”. And then we fade to black.*