Post by Fauche on Jun 27, 2024 12:08:42 GMT -6
The Human Swiss Army Knife puts a hand up as a weary "stop" after that vicious tirade from an old friend.
KO'R: Look man…
KO'R: My bad if I get caught up in my own stuff sometimes. I've had that problem for my whole gosh dang life. And just like you're doing now, I've had teachers and principles and coaches and bosses freak out on me cause I stopped paying attention or I was thinking about something else while they were talking or whatever else. Its not like I was ever trying to piss anyone off or hurt anyone's feelings or nothing, its just... ya know... its who I am.
And there you go all over again acting like who I am is the kinda thing you'd either stare at in a zoo or scrape off the bottom of your shoe. I... shoot, man... I understand things getting serious when we're gearing up for a fight... and I understand believing in yourself... and I understand that things between bros can get pretty friggin major heated sometimes…
You're crossing lines though, dude. You're being an A-hole.
Kyle's rabid supporters in the building start up an "A-HOLE" chant to the tune of "Goldberg". He doesn't even try and stop them, he just talks louder over them.
KO'R: When I challenged you for the belt, I never took low-blows. No cheap shots. I didn't trash who you were or are. Even here tonight, I've said over and over again that you're as good as good gets, you're just misunderstanding the assignment a little cause yeah, ya know what, maybe you're a little bit too big for britches and full of yourself even with how awesome of a wrestler you are. You can't return the favour? Keep it cool? Check yourself?
I guess you're right about another thing here. We're seeing sides of each other normally saved for other people. Difference is that my real me isn't some prick who's trying to ruin your day. You're uncorking your maximum doucheness on me like we both haven't been repping the nWo for the better part of five years. Like ten times now you told me that our match was gonna get nasty - but no worries cause besides that, we're still brothers 4 lyfe. Sure doesn't seem like it right now, dude.
When I first came out here, I was asking questions about who you really are. I figured I wouldn't know the honest answer till we were neck deep in the Iron Man... except I think I get it now. If there was any itty bitty bit of me that thought maybe - just maybe - there'd be a mutual respect going on here - like last time, or like me and Edge out here last year - that's gone now. It might be what you think you got towards me is some kinda respect... I don't think you know what that word means outside of how it relates to yourself. I don't know if you got friends like they got you. Like frig man, sorry about your heart thing, but how are you gonna lecture me about loyalty when you were out here a couple weeks back making out with some rando chick instead of Bayley?
O'Reilly punctuates that last question with a stiff lip on a mean mug.
KO'R: All that to say if that you're kinda pissing me off. Not even pissing. I'm pissed. Pissed I gotta see you like this. Pissed that the most dangerous, most sincere side of you that you can muster up for a big time match is actually just a regular old slimeball-type. Which, by the way, no matter how bad you pretend its otherwise, is basically the exact same dish you've brought to the table for all them matches I went back and studied to get ready for this one. McDonalds-core, again.
I realize that that's been totally successful for you, and heck, maybe you could blame dropping that L AT BACKLASH on you cleaning up your act. Even if that's true, and despite the awesome run you've had with this thing…
Kyle lifts his title belt again.
KO'R: Twice now…
He nods towards the strap.
KO'R: I think its time for something new. Stacked up side-by-side, that's all I'm saying I am compared to you. New. Different. I think the UWF fans deserve that. I know they want it. Like... every single other champion in this company is already a sleazy scumbag who'll do whatever it takes to win. They fight dirtier than mud puddles. Cheating. Poison mist. Run-in's. Sneaky attacks. Nard shots when the Ref's not looking. You name it.
You could probably do that stuff better than anyone and man, hey, that's cool for you. Maybe you and LA Knight or Tommaso Ciampa or Finn Balor or Sami Zayn or Shinsuke Nakamura should duke it out to decide who's the champion of cheaters. Now that I've got the Intercontinental Title, though... now that its my belt to put some definition on... I'd rather it get settled exclusively in legit fights where whoever walks away the winner can say without a shadow of a doubt they were the tougher guy that night.
There's a roar of approval from the UWF Universe for that suggestion.
KO'R: Doesn't matter how much you promise me the warrior, you're always gonna be the rogue. Doesn't matter how bad you wanna cook up something as crazy as sea urchin, all you've got is plain old burgers and fries. Doesn't matter how blue in the face you get swearing that you're gonna come out swinging - tougher than nails - wrestling like nobody has ever wrestled before... all you've shown us out here is that deepest you can draw from is the gutter.
So me? I'm walking into this title fight - this Sixty... Minute... Iron Man Match - feeling like the stuff I got is thicker than yours, and the guts I got are stronger than yours, and the blood I got is colder than your yours. And most important is that the heart in my chest isn't a sick, busted-up, ticking timebomb that's got me all desperate to do anything and everything it takes to prove myself one more time. Nah... Rick... buddy... whatever else you wanna question about me or who I am or what I can do, you know you can't question this…
Kyle thumps his chest.
KO'R: This is what I got up on you. The Heart of a Real Champion.
If thems aren't fighting words, then what is? Still holding the belt high in one hand, Kyle steps up to Rick again, nose-to-nose now as things are looking might serious ahead of the big title tilt at Final Battle.
KO'R: Look man…
KO'R: My bad if I get caught up in my own stuff sometimes. I've had that problem for my whole gosh dang life. And just like you're doing now, I've had teachers and principles and coaches and bosses freak out on me cause I stopped paying attention or I was thinking about something else while they were talking or whatever else. Its not like I was ever trying to piss anyone off or hurt anyone's feelings or nothing, its just... ya know... its who I am.
And there you go all over again acting like who I am is the kinda thing you'd either stare at in a zoo or scrape off the bottom of your shoe. I... shoot, man... I understand things getting serious when we're gearing up for a fight... and I understand believing in yourself... and I understand that things between bros can get pretty friggin major heated sometimes…
You're crossing lines though, dude. You're being an A-hole.
Kyle's rabid supporters in the building start up an "A-HOLE" chant to the tune of "Goldberg". He doesn't even try and stop them, he just talks louder over them.
KO'R: When I challenged you for the belt, I never took low-blows. No cheap shots. I didn't trash who you were or are. Even here tonight, I've said over and over again that you're as good as good gets, you're just misunderstanding the assignment a little cause yeah, ya know what, maybe you're a little bit too big for britches and full of yourself even with how awesome of a wrestler you are. You can't return the favour? Keep it cool? Check yourself?
I guess you're right about another thing here. We're seeing sides of each other normally saved for other people. Difference is that my real me isn't some prick who's trying to ruin your day. You're uncorking your maximum doucheness on me like we both haven't been repping the nWo for the better part of five years. Like ten times now you told me that our match was gonna get nasty - but no worries cause besides that, we're still brothers 4 lyfe. Sure doesn't seem like it right now, dude.
When I first came out here, I was asking questions about who you really are. I figured I wouldn't know the honest answer till we were neck deep in the Iron Man... except I think I get it now. If there was any itty bitty bit of me that thought maybe - just maybe - there'd be a mutual respect going on here - like last time, or like me and Edge out here last year - that's gone now. It might be what you think you got towards me is some kinda respect... I don't think you know what that word means outside of how it relates to yourself. I don't know if you got friends like they got you. Like frig man, sorry about your heart thing, but how are you gonna lecture me about loyalty when you were out here a couple weeks back making out with some rando chick instead of Bayley?
O'Reilly punctuates that last question with a stiff lip on a mean mug.
KO'R: All that to say if that you're kinda pissing me off. Not even pissing. I'm pissed. Pissed I gotta see you like this. Pissed that the most dangerous, most sincere side of you that you can muster up for a big time match is actually just a regular old slimeball-type. Which, by the way, no matter how bad you pretend its otherwise, is basically the exact same dish you've brought to the table for all them matches I went back and studied to get ready for this one. McDonalds-core, again.
I realize that that's been totally successful for you, and heck, maybe you could blame dropping that L AT BACKLASH on you cleaning up your act. Even if that's true, and despite the awesome run you've had with this thing…
Kyle lifts his title belt again.
KO'R: Twice now…
He nods towards the strap.
KO'R: I think its time for something new. Stacked up side-by-side, that's all I'm saying I am compared to you. New. Different. I think the UWF fans deserve that. I know they want it. Like... every single other champion in this company is already a sleazy scumbag who'll do whatever it takes to win. They fight dirtier than mud puddles. Cheating. Poison mist. Run-in's. Sneaky attacks. Nard shots when the Ref's not looking. You name it.
You could probably do that stuff better than anyone and man, hey, that's cool for you. Maybe you and LA Knight or Tommaso Ciampa or Finn Balor or Sami Zayn or Shinsuke Nakamura should duke it out to decide who's the champion of cheaters. Now that I've got the Intercontinental Title, though... now that its my belt to put some definition on... I'd rather it get settled exclusively in legit fights where whoever walks away the winner can say without a shadow of a doubt they were the tougher guy that night.
There's a roar of approval from the UWF Universe for that suggestion.
KO'R: Doesn't matter how much you promise me the warrior, you're always gonna be the rogue. Doesn't matter how bad you wanna cook up something as crazy as sea urchin, all you've got is plain old burgers and fries. Doesn't matter how blue in the face you get swearing that you're gonna come out swinging - tougher than nails - wrestling like nobody has ever wrestled before... all you've shown us out here is that deepest you can draw from is the gutter.
So me? I'm walking into this title fight - this Sixty... Minute... Iron Man Match - feeling like the stuff I got is thicker than yours, and the guts I got are stronger than yours, and the blood I got is colder than your yours. And most important is that the heart in my chest isn't a sick, busted-up, ticking timebomb that's got me all desperate to do anything and everything it takes to prove myself one more time. Nah... Rick... buddy... whatever else you wanna question about me or who I am or what I can do, you know you can't question this…
Kyle thumps his chest.
KO'R: This is what I got up on you. The Heart of a Real Champion.
If thems aren't fighting words, then what is? Still holding the belt high in one hand, Kyle steps up to Rick again, nose-to-nose now as things are looking might serious ahead of the big title tilt at Final Battle.