You call us old school like it’s a bad thing. But when the bell rings and the tricks stop working, you remember who still run this game. ⤷ @CashWheelerFTR fan.
A TLC match. Three teams. No excuses. Let the Bucks talk. Let Cope and Christian talk. Dax and I? We’ll see everybody at #AEWAllOut. And when it’s over, they can argue about who deserved it but we’ll be the ones holdin’ the titles, finally four-time champs.
We didn’t need a match. We didn’t need a microphone. We just needed to show our faces.
Because the second those lights hit us, everybody remembered.
We’re back.
And the tag team division just got a whole lot more uncomfortable.
All In was supposed to be about who walked outta Wembley with those AEW Tag Titles.
Instead, it became about who was standin’ in that ring when the dust settled.
We spent months away. and then walked back in with one thing on our minds: remind everybody that we’re still here.
Childhood heroes. Makes everybody feel warm and fuzzy inside.
But we’ve spent years carryin’ and making these titles matter when half the world forgot tag wrestling even existed.
And at #AEWDoN… we got beat.
I’m man enough to say it.
But don’t confuse losin’ with finished.
Y’know what the worst part is? Everybody’s gonna talk about the ending.
The spikes. The Sharpshooter. The Crossface.
Everybody’s gonna have some cute little opinion about whether it was fair, whether it was too far, whether the old men pulled one last miracle outta their ass.
But me? I gotta wake up every morning knowin’ we lost.
Not because they were better or they outclassed us. Hell no. We lost because for one second we let ourselves get dragged into their world instead of keepin’ the fight in ours. See, people love romanticizing those two.