Matt Rydell [vs.] Sean Libby

Roleplay here.

"So a lot of you will be wondering..why, oh why, did Matt Rydell attack Zlatan Jax so brutally after last weeks match?"

The instantly recognisable voice of Matt Rydell blares through the arena, as the man himself steps through the curtain to a chorus of boos from the IWF faithful. Dressed in his ring gear, microphone in hand, Rydell prepares to drop a knowledge bomb on the IWF fans.

"And to those people, I say this. You're an idiot."

Rydell smirks, as the IWF fans boo him even louder.

"You see, if you had listened to a word I said last week, you would know exactly why I attacked Zlatan. He was the epitome of everything I am fighting against. He is lazy, he is talentless, and he has no interest in improving himself. And whilst you people were happy to accept this, and didn't force him to improve, to rise above the state of averageness he was stuck in, I will not allow things like this to happen. And so, after I made short work of him, and picked up a victory on my return, I took it upon myself to put him out of his misery. He was 'Old Yeller', and he needed to be taken around the back of the shed. And just like the farmer shot Old Yeller, I killed off Zlatan Jax, with the greatest if ease."

"But for those of you who are worried about whether I have finished with my crusade, do not fear. Because I am far from down. And tonight, my latest target is Sean Libby. You're beloved, Sean Libby."

"From what I've seen since my return, Libby is the resident funny man, here in IWF. Always cheerful, friends with everyone in the locker room, and constantly trying to make people laugh. But as far as I can see, Libby's focus isn't on his career, it's on making everybody like him. And that's not good enough. If Sean wanted to make people laugh, he should have became a comedian. But this is professional wrestling. This is my turf, and I will not allow Libby to desecrate the name of the sport I love, with his poor jokes and disgusting humour. So tonight, once I beat Libby in the middle of the ring, maybe I'll take him out too. For the good of the company."

Rydell drops the microphone, and saunters back to the backstage area.