When the world goes blind, the Visionary becomes God. But I don’t need followers—I need witnesses. The future has a face and it’s still mine. ⎙ @WWERollins fan.
Nothing like a little rough foreplay in the ring before trying for another baby with @ThisIsARebirth later.
You know the tribal chief is all about being fruitful and multiplying.
If you’re gonna brag about enjoying my booty, at least wait until we get home. Can’t have the whole world finding out the real reason I’m limping through the airport on crutches ain’t because of the match.
So I’m turning the page. I’m changing the chapter. The Shield story… the brotherhood, the betrayal, the endless war between me and you… it ends here. With respect.
We didn’t just survive without Ambrose. We thrived. We carried this company when it needed carrying. When the legacy of The Shield could have died right there… we made sure it lived through us.
Through every single time we stepped in that ring against each other.
A different war. And that left me and Seth.
Two of us. Standing in the ashes of what used to be The Shield. And you know what we did? We held it down.
When it got hard… we didn’t run. We didn’t quit. We carried this company on our backs. Night after night.
The Shield: Me, Seth Rollins. And Dean Ambrose. We were brothers. We were a unit. We stormed into arenas, we tore down everything in our path, and we made this whole damn place take notice.
We were the future. We were the present. We were unstoppable… until we weren’t.
I’ve been written off before and I’ve had careers ended.
Knees explode.
Backs break.
Empires collapse.
Friends betray me.
Dreams ripped away.
And every single time… I came back louder and brighter.
The Visionary doesn’t die because it loses. The Vision itself simply evolves.
Everybody wants this to be some beautiful ending.
A storybook.
A happy little epilogue.
No.
I don’t live in endings. I create beginnings.
You may have closed one chapter.
You did not finish my story.