The End of the Road?

[Eddie Kingston]

Alex Marvez is seen backstage with Eddie Kingston.

Alex Marvez: I’m here with Eddie Kingston ahead of his Sadistic Madness match against Roman Reigns at Christmas Eve of Destruction. Eddie, I’m sure you’ve already heard what Roman Reigns has said so far on the matter, including that he doesn’t know what a Sadistic Madness match even is, do you think…

Eddie: Alex, I know you’re just doing your job, but it’s my turn to speak, so just go stand over there and don’t make me mad. I don’t know if Roman Reigns doesn’t understand the stipulation or if he’s just trying to put me off my game, but either way let me enlighten you, partner. In a sadistic madness match, we gotta be bleeding before we can be pinned or tap out. And I ain’t got no qualms about making someone bleed, and I ain’t scared of bleedin’ myself either. So yeah, yeah it’s gonna be a brawl, yeah it’s gonna get ugly. I love it when it gets ugly, and I’m happy that this is a sadistic madness match, because quite frankly, I can be a sadistic bastard. Do I want to hurt you? No, no I don’t. You’ve shown me a lot of respect so far, and I’m going to return that respect. But am I going to LOVE hurting you? I swear on my beautiful mother’s eyes, I’m going to relish it. Not because I don’t like you, not because I don’t respect you, but just because it’s fun to make guys bleed.

Now, I’m not sure we’re both enjoying making guys bleed in the same way. You keep talking about smashing guy’s asses, and I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression Rome, but I don’t swing that way partner. Kicking a guy’s ass, okay, but constantly wanting to smash a guy’s ass…you do you, but it ain’t for me. I don’t want you to smash my ass Roman, I want you to fight me. Fight Me. FIGHT ME! Bring it on “Tribal Chief,” give it your best shot. I want you to give me your A-game. I don’t want you to hold back. I want this to be fun. I want to see if the Mad King’s still got what it takes to go the distance. You say I’m a hard knocks kinda guy, a tough son of a bitch, well you’re damn right pal. But this tough son of a bitch ain’t getting’ any younger, and you might be the best damn guy here to help me find out if I can still go. I want you to test me. I want you to take me to my limits. I’m willing to put everything on the line for this shot, so how about I add an extra stipulation…if I don’t bloody you, and I don’t beat you…I’ll leave the EBWF. I’ll walk into the locker room, pack my bags and go back to New York. Because if I can’t still go the distance, I don’t deserve to be here.”

He throws the microphone to Alex Marvez, who struggles to catch it, looking surprised by the added stipulation.