Reflection

[Ian B]

Tomasso Ciampa is sat in the dressing room idressed for action moments before Warfare goes live.

Ciampa: Kevin. Owens. Oh boy. The road you've taken to get to this moment. To get to Warfare.

Ciampa shakes his head and laughs to himself.

Ciampa: Everywhere you've gone to in the last couple of years, everywhere you've been people have said the same thing. You could have been more. Should have tried harder. Your whole career. Seems like at any given time you're just one step away from greatness. Almost there. Not quite. Better luck next time. Denied. Time after time after. I pity you Boy. I've been in your shoes.

Ciampa rubs his knee brace and then his wrestling boots.

Ciampa: Your metaphorical shoes. In reality I've always had better style, more showmanship. I took a smidge more pride in my... ahem... appearance. In short, I wouldn't be seen dead in your ring gear. I doubt I would leave the house if I was in your conditiom and that's sort of what I'm driving at here. Putting this out there. Kevin, Son. I am going to beat you at Warfare. It's a foregone conclusion but, since you're finding your feet and I'm feeling generous today. I'm going to help you on a path to self improvement. After your defeat, look into the mirror and start questioning where it all went wrong. Really stare.

Ciampa: At first you will be greeted by an ugly out of shape Candian with a dreadful haircut and sad eyes. Keep looking. As sickening as the sight may be push through. I know, I know you're used to giving up as soon as it gets tough but trust me on this. Eventually staring back at you, instead of a pig you will see an Adonis. A hero of a generation with a body crafted by the gods and on his face, a glorious beard. The envy of hipsters in every corner of the world. And then...

Ciampa rubs his beard and gives the camera a shit-eat grin

Ciampa: Just. Keep going. Look into the eyes of the man staring back. Piercing blue eyes. Eyes not full of self pity or remorse. Eyes of victory and determination. In those eyes exists the spirit of a true sport entertainer. The next step? Kevin, Kevin, Kevin! Realise that Tomasso Ciampa is the greatest sports entertainer of all time. Realise you'll never be like Ciampa. Never be in my league. After that and this is just my suggestion, you're free to take your own path. Just... eat your feelings, cry into your family sized fried chicken bucket and then... bother somebody else. I dont care about you Kid. Or give up completely. Maybe you are already too far down that path?

Ciampa stands up and begins to walk off muttering to himself.

Ciampa: Some men you just can't reach. Eh. I tried to help a kid but he's never gonna listen. Probably a lost cause. Too far gone. Beyond my...