"You think you're a big man now don't you?"
Matt Morgan looked up from buckling his belt on his jeans to see the wife of his former tag team partner leaning against the doorframe of his locker room. "Carley, what the hell are you doing here?" He growled, a look of pure anger and hatred taking over his features.
"Answer the damn question Matt! You think you're a big man now don't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I just spent the past hour and a half pulling tacks out of my husband and you're walking around here like you're the big shit now."
"I am. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed to this match."
"You played on Abyss' emotions which meant he had no choice and you knew it you asshole!" Carley yelled, walking over to Matt and looking up into his eyes. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are or what kind of shit you think you pulled but Chris trusted you, he called you his friend…that isn't something that's bestowed upon anyone easily and you took advantage of it!"
"Get over it Carley, both you and Chris just get over it. I'm better than he's ever been or ever will be."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that Matt and maybe someday someone besides you might actually believe it. Let me ask you a question, how many times have you held a major title here? How many times have you been in the main event of a big pay-per-view?" She asked, smirking and he huffed as he looked down at her. "You can't answer even once to either of those questions can you because you've never held a major title or been in the main event, Chris has! So when you can stand there and even answer once to either of those questions then maybe you'll be good enough to carry Chris' bags instead of barely being good enough to carry his jockstrap!" Carley exclaimed, chuckling a little before she turned and walked out of Matt's locker room, leaving him standing there staring after her fuming with anger.