Post by WWE.com on Mar 18, 2024 19:43:00 GMT -5
The cameras open up backstage in William Regal’s office. Regal looks to be enjoying a bit of alone time and even has a bit of tea with him. As he goes to drink it the door flies open and he’s started as Kevin Owens rushes in still filled with adrenaline from the night. Regal looks unamused as he stands up and looks at Owens.
William Regal: What in the blue hell makes you think you can just crash into my office whenever you feel like?
Kevin Owens: Did you not see the example I just made out of Darby Allen in front of the world? Were you not paying attention? It’s your job to be paying attention Regal.
William Regal: Don’t you worry what my job is, what do you want?
Owens is taken a bit aback by the disrespect of a man who should be giving him his kudos right about now. You can almost see the anger starting to boil again as a few veins in Owens’ neck become visible.
Kevin Owens: What do I want? Let's see, I want my wife to not still be sick when I get home tomorrow. I want my son not to be almost a half a foot taller than me when he's only seventeen. I want my ten year old to stop growing up and having three different boys she likes at school, it's all too fast. And really what I want is for you guys to stop running out of the alfredo at the pasta bar, what's the point of getting my feticcine if there's no alfredo to smother it in? You guys know every week we run out and you don't think to have them make more, it's an obvious problem that I...
Regal makes a stern look that reels Owens back in.
Kevin Owens: Here's the problem, it's not about what I want. It's about what I shouldn't have to want. I shouldn't have to want you to see my place in this company. I shouldn't have to want you to give me what I'm due, because you are a so called "wrestling genius" and should already know where my place is in this company. Triple H and Stephanie are too busy having their asses kissed and congratulating themselves, but I expected more from you Regal. How dare you allow me to be shut out for two weeks like I was. How dare you make me scream at the top of my lungs to be noticed, when you know damn well what I bring to the table and should never allow a Raw to go by without me in that ring. I want you to be the man everyone spouts about you being.
William Regal: You’ve been whining a lot recently Kevin, I don’t like whiners.
That is enough and Kevin takes a few menacing steps forward which cause Regal to collapse back in his desk chair. Shaking with frustration, adrenaline, and anger all at once Owens places a hand on either side of the chair and leans into Regal.
Kevin Owens: Oh you don’t like whiners? Well, let me tell you what I don’t like. That there’s a battle royal for the Intercontinental Championship and my name hasn’t been added to the list. I don’t like that I showed tonight I’m better than everyone in that locker room who put in half assed effort and embarrassed themselves. I don’t like that I have to smell the garbage water that is the tea on your breath and be this close for you to show me some respect because you see your miserable life flash before your eyes. So put me in the battle royal, or I’ll bash your head so hard against this desk you will never like or not like anything ever again.
There is just a moment of high tension before Regal gives a nod that he is agreeing to Owens being in the battle royal. Kevin licks his lips for a second and has an almost deranged smile on his as he backs up and leaves Regal’s office as the cameras fade to black.
William Regal: What in the blue hell makes you think you can just crash into my office whenever you feel like?
Kevin Owens: Did you not see the example I just made out of Darby Allen in front of the world? Were you not paying attention? It’s your job to be paying attention Regal.
William Regal: Don’t you worry what my job is, what do you want?
Owens is taken a bit aback by the disrespect of a man who should be giving him his kudos right about now. You can almost see the anger starting to boil again as a few veins in Owens’ neck become visible.
Kevin Owens: What do I want? Let's see, I want my wife to not still be sick when I get home tomorrow. I want my son not to be almost a half a foot taller than me when he's only seventeen. I want my ten year old to stop growing up and having three different boys she likes at school, it's all too fast. And really what I want is for you guys to stop running out of the alfredo at the pasta bar, what's the point of getting my feticcine if there's no alfredo to smother it in? You guys know every week we run out and you don't think to have them make more, it's an obvious problem that I...
Regal makes a stern look that reels Owens back in.
Kevin Owens: Here's the problem, it's not about what I want. It's about what I shouldn't have to want. I shouldn't have to want you to see my place in this company. I shouldn't have to want you to give me what I'm due, because you are a so called "wrestling genius" and should already know where my place is in this company. Triple H and Stephanie are too busy having their asses kissed and congratulating themselves, but I expected more from you Regal. How dare you allow me to be shut out for two weeks like I was. How dare you make me scream at the top of my lungs to be noticed, when you know damn well what I bring to the table and should never allow a Raw to go by without me in that ring. I want you to be the man everyone spouts about you being.
William Regal: You’ve been whining a lot recently Kevin, I don’t like whiners.
That is enough and Kevin takes a few menacing steps forward which cause Regal to collapse back in his desk chair. Shaking with frustration, adrenaline, and anger all at once Owens places a hand on either side of the chair and leans into Regal.
Kevin Owens: Oh you don’t like whiners? Well, let me tell you what I don’t like. That there’s a battle royal for the Intercontinental Championship and my name hasn’t been added to the list. I don’t like that I showed tonight I’m better than everyone in that locker room who put in half assed effort and embarrassed themselves. I don’t like that I have to smell the garbage water that is the tea on your breath and be this close for you to show me some respect because you see your miserable life flash before your eyes. So put me in the battle royal, or I’ll bash your head so hard against this desk you will never like or not like anything ever again.
There is just a moment of high tension before Regal gives a nod that he is agreeing to Owens being in the battle royal. Kevin licks his lips for a second and has an almost deranged smile on his as he backs up and leaves Regal’s office as the cameras fade to black.