wrestling soulmates

We’re kinda cut from the same cloth…                   wrestling soulmates, if you will.

Don’t say I’m better off dead, ‘cause heaven’s full and hell won’t have me. oh, well you could lock me up in your heart, and throw away the key. well, sharpen your teeth. tell yourself that it’s just business. was I your knight in shining armour? the apple of your eye? or just a step, a fucking step to climb?

Seth and Dean ± backstage

I'm the man, baby!

I hope you remember what that felt like, I hope you remember well.

It’s somewhere in New Orleans, or somewhere in between here and New Orleans. I don’t remember. The last few days have been a bit of a blur, and they all rolled into one. I mean, it still feels like it’s Tuesday to me today. But look, I’m gonna retrace my steps and I’m gonna find the real Championship, and I promise I'll bring it to Money in the Bank this Sunday. I promise I'll find it, and I’m gonna walk into Money in the Bank with it, and I’m gonna walk out with it.

2014 // 2011 // 2015

2014 // 2015

There's a good chance this Sunday, their boy, their golden boy, their golden little baby boy, the architect gets replaced by someone you call a lunatic, but everybody else is just gonna call the new face of the WWE.

Anyway, now it’s time we can reassess the scorecards. last time we fought one-on-one, I beat you. and last night, try as you might, you couldn’t beat me.