Boxer was shown in a backstage segment being interviewed on camera about his remarks on Talon’s promo. The demon was less than amused at the camera crew outside his dressing room but he had some things to say so he allowed them to stay.“You want to be a punk Talon? You want to be a ‘Bad Guy’? You have no idea what that is. You don’t get to choose if you’re bad. They do” Boxer nodded to his left towards the crowd. “If you get cheered then in their eyes you are good, even if you do bad things…” He paused again.
“I mean look at me. I did good things and I got boo’d. I tried to stop the never ending cycle of bullshit that plagues this company by winning the Royal Rumble. When that didn’t happen and politics won AGAIN; I made it my goal to win the Money in the Bank Briefcase… and what happened. Salem Croft gave me a concussion and was awarded my spot despite injuring me. He went onto win that match. So I figure, if people are going to boo me no matter what I do… I better give them a real reason to boo me.” The crowd laid on the jeers pretty heavily; Boxer could hear them backstage from where he was being interviewed. He turned to the ring announcer. “You hear that? That’s the sound of hatred, the sound of ignorance, the sound of idiots.” Boxer looked back at the screen and at the crowd.
“Chrono you said I am a bad man who hurts people and feels nothing. Well I am the way I am because YOU MADE ME THAT WAY. And I don’t just mean you Chrono I mean all these people, everyone in the back who looks down on me, insults me just because I am different, every single wrestler in this industry looks down on me and no matter how many times I prove myself I never get the benefit of the doubt. Which brings me to the errors in your statement Chrono, I am not a man. I am a demon, not the devil’s advocate I am the devil himself and I do feel something when I hurt people. I feel joy. Feeling them squirm in pain or just straight up pass out puts a smile on my face and warms my heart.”
Boxer smiled a bit and chuckled, looking directly into the camera. “So where does that put you Talon? How do you fit into all of this? Well it all comes full circle. You aren’t a ‘Bad Guy’ at most you are a bad wrestler and you told me to say it to your face?” Boxer shook his head still smiling. “I’ll do you one better. You and me at Falling Summer; Boxer Anarchy vs Talon, in my playground.” Boxer’s smile drew back into his face and was replaced by a sinister smirk. “You and me in an inferno match. You think you’re bad boy wonder? I’ll show you what bad really is. Wake up and smell the napalm.” Boxer swatted the microphone out of the interviewers hand and walked off.
“I mean look at me. I did good things and I got boo’d. I tried to stop the never ending cycle of bullshit that plagues this company by winning the Royal Rumble. When that didn’t happen and politics won AGAIN; I made it my goal to win the Money in the Bank Briefcase… and what happened. Salem Croft gave me a concussion and was awarded my spot despite injuring me. He went onto win that match. So I figure, if people are going to boo me no matter what I do… I better give them a real reason to boo me.” The crowd laid on the jeers pretty heavily; Boxer could hear them backstage from where he was being interviewed. He turned to the ring announcer. “You hear that? That’s the sound of hatred, the sound of ignorance, the sound of idiots.” Boxer looked back at the screen and at the crowd.
“Chrono you said I am a bad man who hurts people and feels nothing. Well I am the way I am because YOU MADE ME THAT WAY. And I don’t just mean you Chrono I mean all these people, everyone in the back who looks down on me, insults me just because I am different, every single wrestler in this industry looks down on me and no matter how many times I prove myself I never get the benefit of the doubt. Which brings me to the errors in your statement Chrono, I am not a man. I am a demon, not the devil’s advocate I am the devil himself and I do feel something when I hurt people. I feel joy. Feeling them squirm in pain or just straight up pass out puts a smile on my face and warms my heart.”
Boxer smiled a bit and chuckled, looking directly into the camera. “So where does that put you Talon? How do you fit into all of this? Well it all comes full circle. You aren’t a ‘Bad Guy’ at most you are a bad wrestler and you told me to say it to your face?” Boxer shook his head still smiling. “I’ll do you one better. You and me at Falling Summer; Boxer Anarchy vs Talon, in my playground.” Boxer’s smile drew back into his face and was replaced by a sinister smirk. “You and me in an inferno match. You think you’re bad boy wonder? I’ll show you what bad really is. Wake up and smell the napalm.” Boxer swatted the microphone out of the interviewers hand and walked off.
