You know, I’ve been in this business for over twenty years. I’ve gone to war with legends. I’ve beaten Hall of Famers. I’ve put down some of the toughest sons of bitches this industry has ever seen.” “And then there’s you.” (Crowd reacts.) “A loudmouth, out-of-shape Canadian who waddles to this ring every week acting like he’s some kind of badass.” “You run your mouth like you’re untouchable, Kevin, but the truth is you’ve spent your whole damn career blaming everybody else for your failures.” “You blame management. You blame your friends. You blame your family. Hell, you probably blame the damn ring ropes.” “But deep down, Kevin, you know exactly what the problem is.” “You.” (Crowd pops.) “You’re selfish. You’re paranoid. And no matter how hard you try to convince these people otherwise, you’re still the same backstabbing prick you’ve always been.” “You call yourself a prizefighter? That’s funny.” “Because when I look at you, I don’t see a fighter.” “I see a guy who’s spent his entire career taking shortcuts because he knows he’s not good enough to stand toe-to-toe with someone like me.”