*- It is Thursday mass in the Cathedral and Paladin is preaching his word to many guests. A POW Interviewer and camera man are waiting outside for the sermon to end. They stand up as the door opens and people begin to leave. When the last person steps out into the street, the interveiwer and his cameraman rush into the Cathedral. Paladin steps down from the alter. The interviewer signals to Paladin and Paladin goes and gets two chairs from a back room. They both sit down as the cameraman turns on the camera. -*

Interviewer: Hello, Mr. Paladin, we're here to talk with you about your upcoming match with Dr. Feelgood this Saturday.
First, What do you think about what he's said? Any stipulations for the match? What about Nurse Softtouch, what to you think of her?

Paladin: Ahem. Dr. Feelgood is something simple, something useless, and something nothing, frankly, he's what my family always has called... an ass. Normally, language usage such as this has been banished from a vocabulary like mine, but, sir, you have driven me over. A physical? a colonostomy or something or other of that sort? no Mr. Feelgood, it isn't I who need a check up, it's you. The operation you need is a CASTRATION. Misguided fools like you are not even cureable by even me. Yes, you heard me, I do cure people. Instead of malpracticing like you, I help people. Maybe not with surgery or any medicines, but mental healing is the hardest practice of them all.

As for match stipulations, there will be none. Just a clean cleansing for this shame of a man. Oh, and as for Nurse Softtouch, What relevence does she have? at all? The two-bit concubine can slave under Feelgood all she wants and I will not be shedding any tears. There's nothing worse then a perverse asshole and his bitch....... Oh sweet Lord, what have I said, I have lost my composure so quickly. Please, one moment.

*- Paladin stands and walks back to the room that he got the chairs from. Running whater is heard and then the spinning of a towel machine. Paladin comes back out, wiping his face with a the towel. He takes his seat and the two continue.-*

Interviewer: Oh, it looks like you're ok.... Well, my pager just went off so is there anything you would like to say to finish up?

Paladin: Ok, I will close now. Feelgood, I hope you already know that by the end of Saturday you will be feeling very bad. I know it deep in my heart that you will be one of those punk newbies who lose and never show their faces again. I have seen that so many times here and for one would not give a damn if you bailed out too. So do yourself a favor, don't be expecting anything from me, besides your first loss.

Feelgood, you will experience your Final Heaven on Saturday at Lockup, and forever be enveloped in my Heavenly Rapture.

*- The Interviewer's beeper goes off again and he swiftly looks at it. He jumps up and helps his cameraman load the camera. The interviewer shakes Paladin's hand and they both smile. The cameraman wishes Paladin good luck and then the two rush out of the Cathedral and jump into their car. The tire squeels can be heard from inside, and Paladin sits, with a puzzled look on his face. -*