2.0 was slowly stalking down the backstage walkways, rubbing the back of his head, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead from the parts of the match that he HAD been a part of. He is suddenly stopped by an interviewer for WWE:E's website, which he recognizes immediately as the guy who also doubles part time as an adult male stripper in some of the seedy internet porn Freakshow has produced over the course of his career.

"Kelly, can we get a glimpse into what you were thinking out there? Walking out on Hiro like that?" The man asked and leaned the microphone towards 2.0 for an answer.

King furrowed his eyebrows at the interviewer, and then pointed behind him at the curtain. "Do you hear them out there? Not the wrestlers. Not the music. Not the food stands. But the fans. Do you hear them?" He asked quietly, the microphone being the only reason his voice was being picked up at all. "A few weeks ago, Hiro was the most hated man in all of wrestling. He led a group called The Hated. He tried to steal my name and mask from me. Everyone was booing him. And just a few short weeks later, they're now cheering him like nothing he and Cartwright ever did had actually happened. Like they were all living in a little dream world."

2.0 shook his head. "Well it happened. I was there. Every second if it. And I remember. If they're going to boo me for hitting the most hated man in wrestling and walking out on him... so be it. I'm not wrestling for them. I'll wrestle for the people who know the reality of the situation. Time's run out for the nice guy in this company. Now it's time for me."

2.0 stood and stared at the interviewer for a little bit, before grabbing his microphone and tossing it against the wall in obvious frustration. But it wasn't until 2.0 grabbed the interviewer himself by the collar and then threw HIM against the wall that he revealed exactly how frustrated he was. 2.0 then stalked away.