As the show came back from commercial break, the camera showed crew members dragged a podium with a microphone it up to the ring. The ring was covered in a red carpet, matching the red carpet that now covered the ramp. After everything was set up, the lights faded out as 'Rush' by Poisonblack began to play through-out the arena.
I... Can’t help but follow in spite of going insane...
For I know you’ll swallow... The whole of my pain...
I’m... I'm stepping out of the light to feel what darkness can sow...
I stare at the dead red light... Just one glance and I know...
All disguised beneath the smile... Of the temptress, siren, evil child...
The devil’s sweetest whore!
Matt Shanahan walked out from behind the curtain, dressed in black pants and a black button-up shirt, with his shades covering his eyes, apparently dressing up for this occasion. On his left shoulder, he had Justin's KFC Championship, and in his right, a blood-caked baseball bat that had been used on Justin.
Cause you’re feeding the fire within me!
Cause you’re making me feel so alive!
Cause it’s only the end of the suffering!
And I’m drowning in this rush!
Cause you’re feeding the fire within me!
Cause you’re making me feel so alive!
Cause it’s only the end of the suffering!
And I’m drowning in this rush!
The God of Punks walked down the ramp, his fans cheering his on along the way. The arrogant smirk covered his face, the same one had on his face when he destroyed Justin, at what would've been one of Justin's finest matches. He continued down the ramp, looking at a fan occasionally.
I was down, now flying... Going nowhere fast...
There’s no denying... I need this feeling to last...
I breathe in and get higher... And the ache fades from sharp to dull...
The knives of desire... I feel them all...
A thousand cuts still leave me cold...
Give me more this soul’s been sold...
And I hope this time I won’t wake up dead!
Matt walked up the steps and stepped through the ropes as the chorus kicked in again. He walked over to the podium and placed his baseball bat on ground, and looked around at the fans as the music faded away. Even after the music was gone and the lights were back up, he didn't speak. He slowly slung on the KFC Championship and dropped it on the podium. Afterwards, he looked down at it, and began to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... I'm here tonight to address something about this title. You see, when Justin made his little 'challenge', I was tempted to take it. But I figured, why waste energy fighting a wigger... When I could just completely destroy him?"
Matt didn't get his usual response from that line, considering there were now some fans starting to boo the man. However, they were almost toned out completely by the faithful Punks and Punkettes.
"So, I did just that. And I know he's pissed. I know he wants revenge. So, I'm going to give him just that. I'm going to give him a chance to win his title back. But... He'll have to choose one of two things... We can either face eachother in that little 'KFC' match he had, which greatly back-fired on him... But if he chooses this option, the rules will have a slight change, which I'll get to if he chooses that option... Match Option number two, is... A Pit of Hell match, for the championship. But if he loses, he will never get a chance at the title again..."
Matt paused and looked around, his smirk getting even bigger.
"But, if he chooses not to face me for it, or if I win the match, the KFC Championship will be changed into the Burger King Championship!"
Matt stopped talking and looked around at the fans, who were now basically torn in half. Half were chanting 'K-F-C!' and the others were chanting 'BUR-GER-KING!'
"What'll it be Justin?! You hold all the cards here, wigger."
Matt looked at the ramp, and waited, keeping a cautious eye out on the fans, incase he wanted to sneak attack.
I... Can’t help but follow in spite of going insane...
For I know you’ll swallow... The whole of my pain...
I’m... I'm stepping out of the light to feel what darkness can sow...
I stare at the dead red light... Just one glance and I know...
All disguised beneath the smile... Of the temptress, siren, evil child...
The devil’s sweetest whore!
Matt Shanahan walked out from behind the curtain, dressed in black pants and a black button-up shirt, with his shades covering his eyes, apparently dressing up for this occasion. On his left shoulder, he had Justin's KFC Championship, and in his right, a blood-caked baseball bat that had been used on Justin.
Cause you’re feeding the fire within me!
Cause you’re making me feel so alive!
Cause it’s only the end of the suffering!
And I’m drowning in this rush!
Cause you’re feeding the fire within me!
Cause you’re making me feel so alive!
Cause it’s only the end of the suffering!
And I’m drowning in this rush!
The God of Punks walked down the ramp, his fans cheering his on along the way. The arrogant smirk covered his face, the same one had on his face when he destroyed Justin, at what would've been one of Justin's finest matches. He continued down the ramp, looking at a fan occasionally.
I was down, now flying... Going nowhere fast...
There’s no denying... I need this feeling to last...
I breathe in and get higher... And the ache fades from sharp to dull...
The knives of desire... I feel them all...
A thousand cuts still leave me cold...
Give me more this soul’s been sold...
And I hope this time I won’t wake up dead!
Matt walked up the steps and stepped through the ropes as the chorus kicked in again. He walked over to the podium and placed his baseball bat on ground, and looked around at the fans as the music faded away. Even after the music was gone and the lights were back up, he didn't speak. He slowly slung on the KFC Championship and dropped it on the podium. Afterwards, he looked down at it, and began to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... I'm here tonight to address something about this title. You see, when Justin made his little 'challenge', I was tempted to take it. But I figured, why waste energy fighting a wigger... When I could just completely destroy him?"
Matt didn't get his usual response from that line, considering there were now some fans starting to boo the man. However, they were almost toned out completely by the faithful Punks and Punkettes.
"So, I did just that. And I know he's pissed. I know he wants revenge. So, I'm going to give him just that. I'm going to give him a chance to win his title back. But... He'll have to choose one of two things... We can either face eachother in that little 'KFC' match he had, which greatly back-fired on him... But if he chooses this option, the rules will have a slight change, which I'll get to if he chooses that option... Match Option number two, is... A Pit of Hell match, for the championship. But if he loses, he will never get a chance at the title again..."
Matt paused and looked around, his smirk getting even bigger.
"But, if he chooses not to face me for it, or if I win the match, the KFC Championship will be changed into the Burger King Championship!"
Matt stopped talking and looked around at the fans, who were now basically torn in half. Half were chanting 'K-F-C!' and the others were chanting 'BUR-GER-KING!'
"What'll it be Justin?! You hold all the cards here, wigger."
Matt looked at the ramp, and waited, keeping a cautious eye out on the fans, incase he wanted to sneak attack.
