The camera opened with an interviewer standing backstage, a microphone in hand.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time was supposed to be Matt Shanahan, but it seems he's not-..."
The interviewer was cut off by the sound of a door slamming shut by a powerful force. He jumped alittle and looked down the hall, before looking back at the camera.
"Wait, here he is now!"
Matt Shanahan walked into view, his shades covering his eyes and the cut from the shovel still clearly visible on his forehead. Some dried blood still covered some of his face. Anger could easily be seen on his face as he kept his arms to his sides, his fists clentched.
"Well, Mr. Shanahan, would it be alright if I asked you a few questions..."
"Well, what's stoppin' ya sparky?! Ask away!... Before I change my mind."
"Alright... Uh... Well, first off, how is The Rev?"
Matt looked at the Interviewer, as if he wanted to choke him.
"How is The Rev?!... He's ********' out of it! The doctor said he has two or three broken ribs, many bruises, and he probably won't be able to walk for two weeks!..."
The Interviewer stuttered as he backed away a few inches, not wanting to anger the huge man.
"Alright, well... What do you think of Kalos and the return of The Brood?"
Matt breathed deeply, before ripping his shades off to reveal his bloodshot eyes. He looked like he was about to kill the Interviewer, but he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"It's fine Matt... Chill out... Don't act too rash..."
Matt opened his eyes and looked at the Interviewer.
"Honestly?... I think it's a bunch of ********! He's too scared to lose his title, so he decides to get some back up!... Well, that's just fine. You see, even with The Rev out of action, I can still take him on! Does he honestly think he's stacked the numbers against me? Some transexual slut and a some dumbass that thinks that doing a flip off the top rope is 'X-treme'? Please! That's like putting me up against children! It's sad!... And you know what pisses me off even more?... He seems to think that just because he knocked off The Rev, I'm going to be scared of him and run off like some scared child just because he can write 'Happy Halloween' on the ground? No, I'm not scared of him..."
Matt took a breath and rubbed his temples again, before looking at the camera.
"Did ya hear me, Kalos? Well, incase you didn't, I'll repeat it for ya... I'm! Not! Scared! Of! You!... I'm not going to be like everyone else and run just because you can play with the lights and beatdown someone!... Kalos, you think that I'll just go away?... No, I'm not going to go away for awhile... See, you can call me... A curse. Because the moment you laid your filthy, sinning hands on The Rev, you brought the wrath of Punkism down on yourself!... I will... Devour your 'Brood'... Lemme lay this out for you..."
Matt looked at the Interviewer, and sneered at him.
"You can go now, you're not needed..."
The Interviewer quickly ran off, wanting to get away from The Punk. Matt looked back at the camera and smirked.
"First, Kalos... I will take out your harlot, Trish... I will make her bleed like you made me bleed... Second, I will take out your ally, Jeff... I will beat him down, just like you beat The Rev down... Third, I will take your Championship away from you... I will do whatever it takes to get that title off your hands, maybe even steal it. We never know, now do we?... And last, but certainly not least... I will take the beast himself out... I will take YOU out, Kalos!... And maybe then you will realize the pain and suffering that The Reverand has been through!... And then, and only then... Your Devastation will be... COMPLETE!"
Matt roared in anger, before punching the camera lens and causing the titantron to quickly go off...
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time was supposed to be Matt Shanahan, but it seems he's not-..."
The interviewer was cut off by the sound of a door slamming shut by a powerful force. He jumped alittle and looked down the hall, before looking back at the camera.
"Wait, here he is now!"
Matt Shanahan walked into view, his shades covering his eyes and the cut from the shovel still clearly visible on his forehead. Some dried blood still covered some of his face. Anger could easily be seen on his face as he kept his arms to his sides, his fists clentched.
"Well, Mr. Shanahan, would it be alright if I asked you a few questions..."
"Well, what's stoppin' ya sparky?! Ask away!... Before I change my mind."
"Alright... Uh... Well, first off, how is The Rev?"
Matt looked at the Interviewer, as if he wanted to choke him.
"How is The Rev?!... He's ********' out of it! The doctor said he has two or three broken ribs, many bruises, and he probably won't be able to walk for two weeks!..."
The Interviewer stuttered as he backed away a few inches, not wanting to anger the huge man.
"Alright, well... What do you think of Kalos and the return of The Brood?"
Matt breathed deeply, before ripping his shades off to reveal his bloodshot eyes. He looked like he was about to kill the Interviewer, but he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"It's fine Matt... Chill out... Don't act too rash..."
Matt opened his eyes and looked at the Interviewer.
"Honestly?... I think it's a bunch of ********! He's too scared to lose his title, so he decides to get some back up!... Well, that's just fine. You see, even with The Rev out of action, I can still take him on! Does he honestly think he's stacked the numbers against me? Some transexual slut and a some dumbass that thinks that doing a flip off the top rope is 'X-treme'? Please! That's like putting me up against children! It's sad!... And you know what pisses me off even more?... He seems to think that just because he knocked off The Rev, I'm going to be scared of him and run off like some scared child just because he can write 'Happy Halloween' on the ground? No, I'm not scared of him..."
Matt took a breath and rubbed his temples again, before looking at the camera.
"Did ya hear me, Kalos? Well, incase you didn't, I'll repeat it for ya... I'm! Not! Scared! Of! You!... I'm not going to be like everyone else and run just because you can play with the lights and beatdown someone!... Kalos, you think that I'll just go away?... No, I'm not going to go away for awhile... See, you can call me... A curse. Because the moment you laid your filthy, sinning hands on The Rev, you brought the wrath of Punkism down on yourself!... I will... Devour your 'Brood'... Lemme lay this out for you..."
Matt looked at the Interviewer, and sneered at him.
"You can go now, you're not needed..."
The Interviewer quickly ran off, wanting to get away from The Punk. Matt looked back at the camera and smirked.
"First, Kalos... I will take out your harlot, Trish... I will make her bleed like you made me bleed... Second, I will take out your ally, Jeff... I will beat him down, just like you beat The Rev down... Third, I will take your Championship away from you... I will do whatever it takes to get that title off your hands, maybe even steal it. We never know, now do we?... And last, but certainly not least... I will take the beast himself out... I will take YOU out, Kalos!... And maybe then you will realize the pain and suffering that The Reverand has been through!... And then, and only then... Your Devastation will be... COMPLETE!"
Matt roared in anger, before punching the camera lens and causing the titantron to quickly go off...
