A warrior with Canadian spirit and an honor so humble it's blessed by countries worldwide, The Best Bout Machine personifies greatness.┊@KennyOmegamanX parody.
(Just a fraction of greatness couldn't be simply transmitted from this pristine god of professional wrestling, taking the time to craft something this genuine couldn't be possibly redone. That is simply why the Cleaner is blessed to be at the top of his game.)
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(Causing Chaos for so long no matter the journey has led him to the top spot, a place where the big boys play. But within that long line of names on that family tree comes the black sheep looking to make his own herd.)
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That is not something I ever thought I’d be able to say.
And I keep thinking about that sixteen-year-old kid.
If you could’ve grabbed him by the shoulders and told him, “One day, you’re going to walk into Wembley win the World title,” he’d probably have laughed in your face.
Then I get in that ring and I’m fighting Kenny bloody Omega.
The greatest wrestler of our generation.
And that bloke threw absolutely everything at me.
He tried to break my neck.
He smashed me with a monitor.
He put me through a table.
He hit me with V-Triggers until I couldn’t bloody see straight.
He hit me with the One Winged Angel and for a second, I genuinely thought, “That’s it.”
But something in me just went—
Not yet.
I wasn’t done.
I’d spent too many years getting to that moment to let it end there.
Thank you for making me find another level.
Thank you for forcing me to become something I didn’t know I could be.
And then I hit him as hard as I bloody could.
And when that referee counted three…
I became the AEW World Champion.
On British soil.
At Wembley.
Every time somebody told me I wasn’t good enough and every time I wondered whether I was actually going to make it.
It’s all in this.
And I said before Wembley that this weekend was going to be my love letter to British wrestling.
I meant that.
People who have beaten me, people I’ve beaten, people who’ve pushed me to become better. Then Mox handed me that British flag. Mate… how do you even put that into words? I’m walking to the biggest match of my life and I’m literally walking past the people who helped create me.
Neither of us needed to sell our souls for this opportunity. We got here through grit and pure fighting spirit and it didn’t need excuses, distractions, or anything else. All we needed was for that bell to ring—and when it did, we would settle thing the we way we know how to.