Here lies the tale of a woman whose life has consisted of coffee highs, monster thighs, and crazy eyes. So sorry, I’m your problem again. ⤷ @TheAJMendez fan.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who said “fuck this shit” and did things her own way. Several kisses, smacks in the face, table crashes, and many more impulsive outbursts than you can count later, she finally lived happily ever after. The end…?
#WrestleMania… huh. The grandest stage of them all, bright lights, big moments, dramatic music—and me, standing in the middle of it realizing that for the first time since I came back… I didn’t get my way.
Becky Lynch beat me.
Say it again, just so it sinks in.
Because if you think this breaks me… you haven’t been paying attention.
I lost the Intercontinental Championship.
Not my mind.
Not my edge.
And definitely not my place in this division.
#WrestleMania… huh. The grandest stage of them all, bright lights, big moments, dramatic music—and me, standing in the middle of it realizing that for the first time since I came back… I didn’t get my way.
Becky Lynch beat me.
Say it again, just so it sinks in.
I walked so she could run, and in Vegas, she didn’t just run… she ran me over. And I could stand here and make excuses… oh, I really could… but that’s not who I am. I don’t rewrite history to protect my ego. I stare it in the face, tilt my head, and smile like a lunatic.