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A short, dark-haired woman stood in front of the camera with a microphone in her hand, and a smile on her lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the Evolution Champion, The Storm, Matt Shanahan!"
On the queue, the camera panned out to reveal Matt Shanahan standing beside the woman. His title belt was strapped around his waist and practically hidden by the thick, leather trenchcoat he wore. He kept the hood down for once, exposing his near-bloodshot black pupils. As he was introduced he didn't say a word, he simply gave the woman a nod to continue.
"Mr. Shanahan, two weeks ago you clashed with Disciple and his uncle, Nathanial. They interrupted you and claimed to want a shot at the title belt. What do you think about that?"
Matt's stare locked onto the woman after she spoke while an air of silence hung between them. It was a number of seconds before the champion decided to address her. "Disciple? The big bad... 'Dreadnaught'? If he were a threat to my title, would he be in the Triple Cage match tonight? If he were seriously a threat to me, don't you think I would've addressed such by now? Disciple is a child, miss. An oversized, irritable child. When he can actually speak for himself and not have his precious uncle boss him around, that's when I'll see him as a threat. Until then?... Let him throw his temper tantrums."
"Speaking of the Triple Cage, what do you think of your opponents for tonight? You spoke of looking for someone to pass the title to, do you think anyone in the match is what you're looking for?"
"My opponents?... Let's talk about them for a moment, shall we? We have Hiro Kick-The-Shin-Outta-Me-Mozas; he's a kid that's been around for awhile, but he's too hungry for the gold. He's not a leader, he's a sheep. A sheep that wants to be a leader; a shepherd. He will always remain a sheep. Omega? He's been in the game a long time, he deserves a shot at gold... but not this one. Not now. The guy can barely keep one thought process for longer than a minute. Major?... No. I showed him once and for all that on my best day, he can't stand toe-to-toe with me. When he cashed in last year, right after I won the belt, he thought he'd have an easy win. And I still fought him off for longer than anyone else would've been able to. In my -worst- state, I could still put up a fight against him. On my best day? I laid him out for ten seconds and walked out with the Evolution Championship. A man like him isn't a leader; he's a wannabe ruler."
"I see... Well, tonight i-"
"Let me stop you right there. I know what you want to ask. If none of them are worthy of being the leader for E:E's new era, who is? I'm not, Disciple isn't, Major isn't, Hiro isn't, not even Omega could. I'm only here because I am the least likely to abuse the responsibilities that come with this belt. You know why? Because I did something -no one- else in this company has done. I evolved. When Chrono sent me on my trip through a mental hell last year, I came back a new man. When he tried to break me, I broke him. I did what none other on this roster could do, or would do. None of them have evolved beyond their primitive states. Hiro? Still a kid. Omega? Still a masked fool. Disciple? Still a toddler holding his uncle's hand. Major?... Still a pathetic mutt. I'd go on down the list of the entire roster, but none of the rest are remotely showing signs of wanting to lead this company into a new era. An era of Evolution. The Tyrant is gone, people. The Storm reigns, and I will continue to do so until a man worthy of this right comes my way. And tonight?... I'll show all three of them why they are not fit to lead."
Before the reporter could ask another question, The Storm stormed off down the hall...
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A short, dark-haired woman stood in front of the camera with a microphone in her hand, and a smile on her lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the Evolution Champion, The Storm, Matt Shanahan!"
On the queue, the camera panned out to reveal Matt Shanahan standing beside the woman. His title belt was strapped around his waist and practically hidden by the thick, leather trenchcoat he wore. He kept the hood down for once, exposing his near-bloodshot black pupils. As he was introduced he didn't say a word, he simply gave the woman a nod to continue.
"Mr. Shanahan, two weeks ago you clashed with Disciple and his uncle, Nathanial. They interrupted you and claimed to want a shot at the title belt. What do you think about that?"
Matt's stare locked onto the woman after she spoke while an air of silence hung between them. It was a number of seconds before the champion decided to address her. "Disciple? The big bad... 'Dreadnaught'? If he were a threat to my title, would he be in the Triple Cage match tonight? If he were seriously a threat to me, don't you think I would've addressed such by now? Disciple is a child, miss. An oversized, irritable child. When he can actually speak for himself and not have his precious uncle boss him around, that's when I'll see him as a threat. Until then?... Let him throw his temper tantrums."
"Speaking of the Triple Cage, what do you think of your opponents for tonight? You spoke of looking for someone to pass the title to, do you think anyone in the match is what you're looking for?"
"My opponents?... Let's talk about them for a moment, shall we? We have Hiro Kick-The-Shin-Outta-Me-Mozas; he's a kid that's been around for awhile, but he's too hungry for the gold. He's not a leader, he's a sheep. A sheep that wants to be a leader; a shepherd. He will always remain a sheep. Omega? He's been in the game a long time, he deserves a shot at gold... but not this one. Not now. The guy can barely keep one thought process for longer than a minute. Major?... No. I showed him once and for all that on my best day, he can't stand toe-to-toe with me. When he cashed in last year, right after I won the belt, he thought he'd have an easy win. And I still fought him off for longer than anyone else would've been able to. In my -worst- state, I could still put up a fight against him. On my best day? I laid him out for ten seconds and walked out with the Evolution Championship. A man like him isn't a leader; he's a wannabe ruler."
"I see... Well, tonight i-"
"Let me stop you right there. I know what you want to ask. If none of them are worthy of being the leader for E:E's new era, who is? I'm not, Disciple isn't, Major isn't, Hiro isn't, not even Omega could. I'm only here because I am the least likely to abuse the responsibilities that come with this belt. You know why? Because I did something -no one- else in this company has done. I evolved. When Chrono sent me on my trip through a mental hell last year, I came back a new man. When he tried to break me, I broke him. I did what none other on this roster could do, or would do. None of them have evolved beyond their primitive states. Hiro? Still a kid. Omega? Still a masked fool. Disciple? Still a toddler holding his uncle's hand. Major?... Still a pathetic mutt. I'd go on down the list of the entire roster, but none of the rest are remotely showing signs of wanting to lead this company into a new era. An era of Evolution. The Tyrant is gone, people. The Storm reigns, and I will continue to do so until a man worthy of this right comes my way. And tonight?... I'll show all three of them why they are not fit to lead."
Before the reporter could ask another question, The Storm stormed off down the hall...
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