Brock Lesnar can be seen staggering to the locker room area, bloody towel over his head. Combined with the sound of his heavy footsteps is his breathing. Backstage workers, seen having general conversation, back up and press close to the wall as the former World Heavyweight Champion staggers onwards. One man who dares intercept his path is Josh Matthews, who cuts Lesnar just as his hand reaches for the handle of the locker room door. The towel casts a shadowy veil over Brock's head, only allowing the faintest traces of his blood to be seen but not much else.
"Brock Lesnar, the WWE Universe would like to know how you're feeling right now. You successfully defended the World Heavyweight Championship in the Championship Scramble against The Undertaker, The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Shawn Michaels. However, a very opportunistic Tyson Kidd, came out, cashed in his Money in the Bank briefcas..."
Lesnar's coughing abruptly interrupts him and Josh flinches, thinking that Lesnar is going to retaliate against him but does nothing but stand there. Matthews, though relieved about Lesnar's demeanor, still gets chills up his spine as he cane sense the glare that Lesnar is sure to have on him right now.
"R-right. Sorry. Anyways, Tyson Kidd came out, cashed in his Money in the Bank briefcase and...well, defeated you thus becoming the new World Heavyweight Champion. Now that you're no longer champion, what are your plans for the future. Do you plan on confronting Kidd about his victory? Do you accept his win with no malice?"
Instead of replying, Lesnar continues to stand in the exact same position as he did throughout the entire interview. The eerie silence becomes a bit unsettling as Matthews concludes that Lesnar rather not talk about the events that transpired concerning Tyson.
"Thank you for your time."
Matthews turns around to leave but his body immediately stiffens as the sound and feel of Lesnar's heavy hand gripping his shoulder resounds in the empty, dark hallway. Matthews slowly turns his head around to find Lesnar standing only a few inches away from him, heaving chest slightly brushing up against his back. Something cold and wet trails down Matthews cheek, almost from thin air, and once the droplet continues its path down Matthews face and onto the collar of his shirt, Matthews realizes that it's Brock's own blood.
"You tell Tyson Kidd...that if...he's a man, he'll meet me in the ring on Nitro, face to face..."
Matthews slowly nods his head whilst keeping in the urge to soil himself.
"With...the World Heavyweight Championship. My World Heavyweight Championship."
With that, Brock Lesnar turns around and goes into to the locker room.