Oh, really? (Kidman, Meng)
Posted by: Eddy Guerrero on 12/06/2002 at 23:50
"So, now you carried us? Is that so, Kidman? I didn't notice, I was too busy carting you with me to the Tag gold."
*It's him again. Eddy is leaning against the turnbuckle in that ring in El Paso. He stares into the camera with an intensity masking his own arrogance (truly an impressive feat, mind you). His traditional wrestling garb is donned, and he wipes sweat from his brow before continuing.*
"Never mind that. After Rampage, I'll prove it. Hell, I'm debating just making that Rampage match the shot for my belt. And sorry, it's the US. Still recovering from that Triple Threat last Rampage, it's getting my words mixed around.
"But, then again, why give the shot to you? After all, YOU got the amazing singles record, now don't you? Former IC Champ, Former World Champ, Former Basically Everything Champ. Good for you. Go find Big Show and see if he'll give you a cookie for all that. It is fairly impressive, you know.
"Of course, ignore the title shots you lost, and forget that I, Eddy Guerrero, could easily win that World title if I hadn't made the dumb mistake of fighting Goldust beforehand. That was not a good idea, I admit I was wrong there. Oh well. As we speak, Chavo is still searching for rules in my favor. A few might turn up, you never know.
"Until then, it's the US title for me, ese. And Billy, you've got a chance to get it. I heard you. You don't want it? Fine, want me to give the shot to someone else? I doubt it. Face it, Billy, you're greedy. No, don't get mad. I'm greedy. Jarrett's greedy. IQ's greedy. Everyone here is greedy. If it weren't for greed, why would we come here each week and fight for a gold belt and a title for our names? Simple: We wouldn't.
"We're greedy for the cash, sure. But more importantly, we're greedy for the fame, the power, the prestige, the bragging rights. Admit it, ese, no matter how many times you get a title, you STILL want just one more reign.
"And I'm giving you a shot at just one more reign, ese. I am. Billy, I am not happy with you. I don't like your choice-I mean, I don't go killing things and bowing to the Undertaker either, but I didn't pick up my ball and go home-but I respect you. You are good. If you weren't, I wouldn't have tagged with you. But you let it get to your head, ese. Look at Jarrett. He came to 'Taker. It saved his career. He got two title reigns. He got big-headed. 'Taker knocked him down a peg. He got even more big-headed. Kane nearly ended his career. Now he thinks he's either George Patton or Fred Rogers, depending on the day.
"Don't be another Jarrett, ese. Come back while you still can. That's the last time I'm asking.
"Oh, and one last thing: Meng, I am waiting for your Tongan ass to tell me what's up? You on for the Caged Deathmatch, or do I have to find you three and beat you down with a stick?
"Later eses."
*Eddy gets out of the turnbuckle and begins running off the ropes, resuming his training. He takes a few bumps as the camera fades to black...*
