The people who scare me are the ones who never get punched in the mouth. Never get tested. Never get forced to look in the mirror.
The Death Riders aren’t built on perfection. We’re built on response. You get knocked down, what happens next?
#AEWForbiddenDoor. See you there.
When the curtain falls and the smoke clears from the stage, one name remains impossible to ignore. Neither king nor god, but something greater. A revolution realized. They don't follow because they're ordered to—they follow because greatness leaves them no choice but to kneel.
You can look at these scars and see damage and weakness, I see them and see proof. Proof that when shit hits the fan, when the pain starts to settle, the Death Riders don’t back down. We push harder.
This is when I stop surviving, and start hunting.
Blood all over my face. barely able to breathe, and somehow, I’m still the one left standing.
Every shot you threw at me only proved one thing: you can’t kill the fight that’s inside me.
Your goons tried to break me, but all they did was remind me who the hell I am.