The heretic is always better dead...
Saint Joey is seen walking backstage, a focused yet angry look on his face. An interviewer walked over to him, asking what the matter was, and his opinions on OECW champion and his victory.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! OECW is wrong! This is the most screwed up place I have ever been in! First off, there are two guys who earned a title shot here. They're called Adam Mastrocola and Saint Joey! We won the tournament! We were screwed out of our match at the PPV! Jeckal? That Jackass deserved to be fired, not granted a title shot! Tell me this, oh mighty GM, what happens when we decide we don't want to play your games anymore?
It worries me how little the management here cares for us superstars, how little he respects us! Jed is perfect proof. They couldn't even be bothered to salt the ring? Jed could have a serious injury from what happened tonight, and it's on your concience, Dani-boy! I am furious right now! I swear, if management don't pull their fingers out their asses and learn to run the place properly, I'm going to a real company. Screw OECW in the Gaia X-Cup! PAW, DCW, EEW, I'm sure they appreciate talent!
You know what? Screw OECW!"
With that, Joey walked off, pushing the interviewer over a crate in the corridor. He puched the wall, cracking it (leaving his 'Marxx', if you will).
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! OECW is wrong! This is the most screwed up place I have ever been in! First off, there are two guys who earned a title shot here. They're called Adam Mastrocola and Saint Joey! We won the tournament! We were screwed out of our match at the PPV! Jeckal? That Jackass deserved to be fired, not granted a title shot! Tell me this, oh mighty GM, what happens when we decide we don't want to play your games anymore?
It worries me how little the management here cares for us superstars, how little he respects us! Jed is perfect proof. They couldn't even be bothered to salt the ring? Jed could have a serious injury from what happened tonight, and it's on your concience, Dani-boy! I am furious right now! I swear, if management don't pull their fingers out their asses and learn to run the place properly, I'm going to a real company. Screw OECW in the Gaia X-Cup! PAW, DCW, EEW, I'm sure they appreciate talent!
You know what? Screw OECW!"
With that, Joey walked off, pushing the interviewer over a crate in the corridor. He puched the wall, cracking it (leaving his 'Marxx', if you will).
... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
