LA Knight got it so wrong as Eddie Kingston hand would cover his face as he would slowly shake his head from side to side. He was up on the stage, to protect LA Knight. He was staying were he was, to ensure the match would go ahead tonight, he was keeping out of the ring, because he didn’t want to spend a night in a cold cell - been there, done that. He wanted this match, because he wanted just five minutes to teach LA Knight some respect.

“Dick Rick, Shaun Ricker, Eli Drake, LA Knight - WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS NOW. Who are you to speak down to me? Who do you think you are to talk smack all the way down there. It takes a big man to talk shit like that - can you BACK it up in the ring? Can you make big on what you have said, because Knight - I have seen it all. I have seen little shits like you more times than I can count. It always ends the same way. Big trash talkers, but can’t take the licking when the bell rings. Your just the FUCKING bargin bin MJF. Been there, done that - UWF just could not match his asking price, so they brought in you, the cheaper and far LESS TALENTED knock off. You stand there, in your cheap ass suit you got in the charity shop. Your cheap ass sunglasses you picked up in the gas station on the way here. You act like your this big time player, when in truth - your no different from me. I can see right through you kid. I can see a street punk when I see one and Knight - your a fucking piece of TRASH just like me. But unlike me, you won’t EMBRACE it. I am PROUD to be from the streets! I am proud to have some from a poor family, and unlike you kid - I ain't trying to hide what I really am. To have a single ma - who fought tooth and nail to stop me from being KILLED in the streets. Who gave me EVERYTHING. I ain’t got two pennies to rub together, and that’s fine. I never had ANYTHING, never wanted for much. Just ENOUGH to get by, but you Knight. You fucking sold out. You sold your ass to the highest bidder and for what? Fifteen minutes of FAME? You ain’t likable, marketable, approachable. Your a self centered asshole. You think this is a PLATFORM for you. You ain’t the next Cena, Batista or Rock. You ain’t making it there kid - if anything your the next Miz. A nobody, a piece of shit whose movies can be found in the same gas station you got your get up from. If that is your DREAM Knight, it is a pretty shit dream. You can put whatever you want on a piece of SHIT Knight, but at the end of the day - it’s still a piece of SHIT with all the bells and whistles.”

He would take a few steps forward and then just as quickly as he did, he would stop himself. He had a temper and it was well known. He was not the type of man to cross, he was not the type of man to wrong and LA Knight was pushing all the right buttons to have his ass sent on a one way trip to the emergency room.

“I know your career Knight. I have followed it - and everywhere you go, you cause trouble. This ain’t an act your doing. This ain’t a character, you ain't dialing it up past TWENTY, you really are a deluded, self centered asshole. No wonder you can’t hold down a job longer than a few years. You don’t stick around for long don’t you, because you know what this sport is. You know how it has CHANGED. Having the look, ain’t enough. Being a good talker - and I give you that Knight, the SHIT that has poured outta your mouth almost had me a few times, your good - but I am better. Take a notepad out and take some notes, because there ain’t nothing up here I have said that ain’t the TRUTH and the truth little man is so much more HURTFUL. You got NO talent. That’s why you bounce around from company to company. Blaming the boys in the back, blaming the producers, the coaches for your reasons. WHEN YOU JUST PLAIN SUCK! You cannot keep up. You cannot match the pace - look at you. All dressed up and for what? THIS IS NOT A DEBATE. We are going to be fighting and your dressed up like we are going out on a fucking DATE. That we are going to talk about this? There is nothing to talk about! This is dog eat dog here and I am fucking HUNGRY. Twenty years of STARVING and I ain’t having some TRAMP off the street take from my bowl! NO CHANCE IN HELL. So lean on those ropes, say your little JOKES, spit out all your catchphrases and make sure to look GOOD for the hard camera. Your text book sports entertainer, programmed and predictable. I can see you boy and I know how your going to come at me tonight. You think we are going to lock up? Do some holds? Put me in an arm bar? Maybe a few headlocks? YOU AIN’T GETTING THAT EASY SHIT TONIGHT. This is a fight and by the looks of you - you ain’t been in a fight in a long time. Every single second starting at you, talking to you, being so close, but so far away from you - is just EATING away at me. And the fact - that you - you of all people - have been a WORLD CHAMPION before, just makes me wanna HURT you all the more. So yeah Knight, everyone you have said is true. I got NOTHING. I got NO ONE. I am a FAILURE, but knight - THAT MAKES ME THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN THIS COMPANY. Cause - I got nothing to lose - and you, you got EVERYTHING to lose!”

Kingston would take one more step closer as he held out hos hand, his index finger almost touching his thumb. LA Knight - he came this close, this fucking close to not making it tonight. To being left in the ring in a pool of his own piss and blood, but Kingston gave him a pass. This was to be his first match here and more importantly, his first win.