Private: Kazuhiro Troy
“I knew as soon as I said I wanted to be a professional wrestler, I wasn’t going to have an easy time of it.”
Kazuhiro Troy sits high in the nosebleeds at the KFC Yum! Center, hours before ReVival 37 is set to begin. There’s still bruising around his neck from the chain Daytona used, although it’s much less offensive to the eyes than it was two weeks prior. Kaz is taking the time before the real hustle and bustle of the show begins to focus his thoughts and go over his game plan before squaring off against the Rhinestone Cowboy.
And hey maybe even talk to the man a lil’ bit..
“I already knew that by virtue of being a second generation fighter, no matter where I went, or what I did, there was always gonna be someone who believed I only achieved anything because of my last name.
“That I couldn’t have possibly earned anything on my own because somehow, my parents did it for me. My parents gave me a leg up. My parents cleared the way for me to be successful.
“Or, my favorite, I’m only where I am because of who my parents are.
“More to the point, because of who my mother is.”
Kaz pauses…
“Sound familiar?”
…and smirks.
“Bro, real talk? You have to be a bigger dumbass than Gary Bettman to piss her off like you have. Not like it’s hard…some of you have stayed on her last nerve for years…but she really doesn’t suffer guys like you who think you know it all but you don’t know fuck all.
“You’re Lindsay Troy’s favorite kind of emasculated jackass, Daytona, because not only do you not know fuck all, you’re ignorant too. There are few things my mom enjoys more than teaching the ignorant, and lucky for me, I get to further your education too.
“It’s not every day I get to face a man who looks like a Basset Hound whose owner has her own Bedazzler store on Etsy. This is a first for me, man. Squaring off against the Great Value Billy Ray Cyrus takin’ his horse down the Old Town Road.
“I’d ask if we could document the moment for posterity, but I’ve got a feeling I’m not your favorite person. I know you already hate me because I’ve made better choices with my life in a fraction of the time, like not dressing like what they find in the dumpster at the end of Austin City Limits.
“You hate me because I’m the Boss’s Kid and you assume I’m really the one with the Golden Ticket. Never has to work real hard, gets preferential treatment, everyone kisses his ass and wants to be his friend … well, you don’t have to look any further than FLAMBERGE and the Crownless Kingdom to know that’s not true. And, add anyone who hates my mom and my dad to that list. But I knew that coming into this.
“Targets on my back don’t scare me.
“Neither do you.
“I don’t take slights, and I don’t take threats. Don’t think for a second that just because I’m a kid, I won’t body you and show you God’s door. I won’t need a chain to do it either. This?”
Kaz tugs the collar of his shirt down, showing off Daytona’s handiwork.
“This was a job well done. But it wasn’t a job well finished.”
The collar is released, his jacket is shrugged back into place.
“Your ignorance doesn’t bother me, Daytona, not really. All I thought of when I went to introduce myself was the first round match of the Almasy; not anything you had going on with Momagement. Unfortunately, by the end of the night, I was thinking about a lot more than that.
“You raised the stakes and, given your situation, you can’t afford it.
“I’m not a Debt Collector, but I’ll make sure you pay for the chain in a few hours. It won’t be in money, since you’re not getting paid for a month.
“It’ll be in your blood, and in your Round 2 spot.
“And the onslaught only stops when your pulse does.”