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[After Evolution's May Show]

After the show, the parking lot looked fairly empty. It was clear the show was at least over by a couple of hours by now. Most people had left, and only a handful of cars remained in the parking lot. One of which was well known as Matt's black Chevy Silverado.

Finally, the Evolution Champion pushed through the doors to enter the parking area. His trenchcoat was on, with the hood pulled over his head in typical fashion. He carried his championship belt on top of his equipment bag and had his baseball bat holstered onto the back of his trenchcoat. He walked slowly across the parking lot; he seemed to have adopted the haunting walk he took to the ring as his usual walk. Each step of his boots echoed loudly through the empty area until he finally reached the shining, black truck that remained secluded from other vehicles.

The Storm unlocked the doors to his truck and threw his equipment into the backseat, safe and secured in the floor. Afterwards, he went around to the driver's side and opened the stepping up into the vehicle. Matt was quick to close the and start up the engine; how he loved to hear his truck roar when it started up. It reminded him of Christina Parks, which swiftly made him crack a rare smile... and then get sad.

With a sigh, he tossed back his hood and took the truck out of park, beginning to slowly drive out of the parking lot in silence...

The Storm's focus on driving his massive vehicle would prove to play against him right now. Then again, he had never been assaulted while driving, it wasn't something he would've anticipated. Before he could react, Salem was behind him and clawing at his eyes. A roar that could echo for a mile left The Storm's lips as the truck began to swerve left and right, threatening to crash into whatever was in its path! Fight or flight instincts kicked in, and Matt's foot slammed on the brake, bringing the vehicle down from around 30 miles per hour to a solid 0 in a second.

Shanahan's head rocked forward, nearly slamming against the steering wheel. Luckily, he managed to stop that painful impact. His first reaction was to hastily put the vehicle in park, not wanting it to begin rolling in the middle of all this. The moment he did, and when Salem was settled in an insanely uncomfortable position in his passenger seat floorboard, Matt realized what had just happened. Did it piss off The Storm?

"You limey ********> Matt roared as he quickly attempted to throw himself onto Salem and deliver wild blows to the smaller, cornered man. Yes, it did piss him off. Even in their bloodshot state, his eyes displayed his anger all too well.

Salem was in a dangerous situation, and Matt wasn't gonna let him get out of this easily. As each kick connected against Matt's chest, The Storm was raining down vicious rock-sized fists onto the man. When Salem finally got the door up and tried to exit the vehicle, Shanahan was more than happy to help; he attempted to roughly push his weight against the smaller man and force him to tumble out onto the unforgiving concrete!