"I am a fool for trying to hold you to that standard and expect greatness because you're a bum"

CM Punk: [zurück aus der Werbepause, Punk joggt kurz im Ring] "I just wanted everybody at home to think that I've been jogging around in a circle for three and a half minutes. God, it's good to be back in St. Louis. I just wanted to say that before we got down to business. Got a little bit of drama and some beef to settle. I'm supposed to go face-to-face with Eddie Kingston. So, without any further ado, I would like to invite Eddie Kingston out to my ring.

[Eddies Musik ertönt, doch Kingston erscheint nicht.]

Okay. Maybe Eddie's not here. He wasn't there Wednesday. He sure was here last Friday at Rampage, when he interrupted me when I was talking to Tony Schiavone. Maybe I just need to talk more, because he feels more comfortable being rude to somebody, so he can interru-- [Eddie erscheint und macht sich auf den Weg in den Ring] Oh, there, like I said. On cue!"

[Beide stehen in gegenüberliegenden Ringecken]

Eddie Kingston: "You want an apology? That's what you wanted, that's what you said Wednesday, right? Answer me when I'm talking to you! Oh, you don't like that."

Punk: "I love it. Look, I understand it sounds a little bit condescending when somebody asks another man for an apology. But you interrupted me, man. Don't paint me into a corner like I'm the bad guy here. You interrupted me."

Kingston: "Yes, I interrupted the great CM Punk. Oh no, I'm-- Oh God. I will apologize. You know what, man? You're right. You're right. I want to apologize that I was at home sick, thinking I had COVID. Had to get tested twice, so I wouldn't come here, get - God forbid - get my friend Munky sick. And then he gets his kids sick. But you know what? That doesn't matter because I need to apologize. Because you know what, guys? You didn't get the great CM Punk vs. Orange Cassidy. I'm sorry. And for you: This is the world's smallest violin and he's playing for your little ass. [macht die entsprechende Kleingeige-Handgeste] So I apologize to you. [deutet zum Publikum] God. [winkt in Richtung Punk ab] Who are you? Who are you, huh? Who are you? Give me a second, give me a second. Who are you? Tell me who you are!"

Punk: "It doesn't sound like much of an apology. You know damn well who I am."

Kingston: "I do. I do. I'm telling you, I know about CM Punk, yeah, yeah. You got it."

Punk: "Let'em go, Eddie. Let'em go. You know who I am, and St. Louis knows who I am. So watch yourself."

Kingston: "I don't give a crap. I don't care. I'm gonna tell everyone the truth, who you are. Ladies and gentlemen, give me a second. This man was once a hero of mine. Guys like him, Samoa Joe, Homicide, The Amazing Red. Guys like that, on the independents when I first broke in, inspired me, were my heroes. But you, you low-life scumbag two-faced narcissistic bitch. You! You-- Give me a second. You judged me. I came to that locker room to get free. Free from my mental crap, free from the streets. I came to that locker room for brotherhood and all you did was judge me. Because why? I was fat? Why? Because I like to eat a little bit? Why? Because I didn't play everyone's game? I didn't kiss ass? I didn't become friends with the booker? I didn't bury other people to get my own stuff in? So I was wrong? No, you were wrong. You were wrong. That's what I know. That's the point I know."

Punk: "Do you want to know what I hear right now? I hear you lumping a lot of baggage on me, but you-- You named a couple other people in there. And if you want to know the truth: The truth is, it wasn't just me that judged you. It was me. It was Homicide. [Kingston: 'Don't say his name.'] It was Joe. It was Danielson. And listen, it's a hard pill to swallow, but we judged you, and we held you to a standard of the potential that we saw in you. You're the one who fell short of that mark. You can blame me. And you can lose in the middle of the ring to a guy like Bryan Danielson, and then you can walk in the back and you can try to blame me. But it's not my fault. I am not wrong for seeing greatness in you 15 years ago. But I damn sure am a fool for trying to hold you to that standard and expect greatness because you're a bum."

Kingston: "I'm a bum, I'm a bum. My man. Would a bum main-event Full Gear? Would a bum almost have to sell his house because of the pandemic, but keep fighting through to make it to the - Hey, this is a shot - the only Professional Wrestling company in the world today? Is that a bum? Is that a bum? I need you guys to understand this and hear this. [zu Punk] And I need you to open up your ears and hear this. Nobody wants you here, they never wanted you here. That whole locker room's afraid to say it. Not me. So, get out! And stop smirking at me like you did the other day. Or I'll smack it right off your face. You know what? You know what? I see you're getting a little mad. Why don't you fight me on the 13th? Why don't you fight me at Full Gear?"

Punk: "Fight Eddie Kingston at Full Gear? I'll be honest with you, St. Louis. I didn't intend to leave without fighting Eddie Kingston. But Eddie, again, Full Gear? A little bit high bar for you. I was thinking something like Elevation or Dark. Something more your speed."

Kingston: "Oh no. [lacht höhnisch] You're a coward! You're a coward! Fight me! Fight me! Fight me! Fight me, fight me. [Punkt stößt ihn weg] Don't. Fight me, fight me at Full Gear. Fight me."

Punk: "I'm going to ask my friends in St. Louis: Do you want to see CM Punk fight Eddie Kingston at Full Gear? [Jubel] I'll see you on the 13th." [Punk möchte den Ring verlassen.]

Kingston: "Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Before you leave: I don't care about winning and losing at Full Gear. All I'm going to do is beat you up. And after I'm done beating you up, do me a favor: Quit again and leave for seven years and don't c--" [Punk verpasst ihm einen Headbutt. Ein Brawl entsteht, beide werden mit Hilfe von Referees und Offiziellen von einander getrennt.]

- Bei "Munky" handelt es sich um Ortiz.