I USED TO RESPECT YOU...

Even saying that breaks my heart. You where a man that I respected. That I loved working with. You had it all. The talent. The look. That drive that one in every hundred wrestler has. You busted your ass for years to get to where you are today. Just like me the road was long for you. Just like me you had to start right at the bottom and work your way to the top. Unlike countless others we had no golden keys handed to us. Our fathers where nothing. They held no power in this industry. They never once showed any interest in it, they never once laced up a pair of boots and stepped into the ring, this was not there calling -- it was our calling.

So many wrestlers have connections. A father or a family member who used to wrestle, they had it in their blood and with that power running through out them they could jump forward, they could cut the line and go right to the big leagues -- lucky for some, but for me and you Seth -- we didn't have that luxury. We knew no one in the industry, we were just children who would watch. Who would rush home after school and watch wresting. It was all we ever loved, it was all we ever wanted to do. When asked what you want to be when you grow up -- we said we wanted to wrestle -- we wanted to be wrestlers.

We had to work hard for it, harder than anyone else. We where smaller than what everyone was looking for. We where shorter. We didn't have the look, but my god we had the skill. We had the talent. Those seven foot freaks didn't have anything on us. They had power and a body everyone wanted -- but it started and ended there. We showed them, that size didn't matter. We put the hours in. We put the time and effort in. This was a dream and we chased that dream and for ten years we both worked into the ground just to get the chance, that one chance that we needed -- that one break and we finally got it.

You had it all Seth. You had busted your backside for years to make it. You had worked from the ground up. You had paid your dues and you had finally made it. Like me you where held down. They would look at you and label you a failure. You where put into a group -- a brotherhood -- The Shield. A group formed for one reason and one reason only -- to push Roman Reigns.

It was never about you or Dean Ambrose. You both knew that. You both went out there knowing that The Shield was about making Roman Reigns a star, it was about making him the big god, but did that ever stop you from phoning it in -- HELL NO! Every single night you went out there and you stole the show. Every single night you went out there and you made people pay attention to you. You where just like me Seth -- you may hate to admit it, but it is the truth. They gave us both nothing, we were never meant to be anything. We were meant to be fall guys, but through hard work we changed that -- we changed their plans, because we where that damn good.

Somewhere down the road you and The Shield became brothers. Against the odds you shared a bound with one another. Many people may not like Roman Reigns, but he wanted to share his success with you, he wanted all three of you to make it to the top, but Seth -- something changed inside you. The sins reached out and took hold of your heart. You where corrupted. You where twisted and you changed into a monster. You wanted everything. You felt like you had paid enough dues. You where tired of waiting -- you wanted success quickly and you sold out Seth -- you sold out to the very same people who turned you over for someone else. You made a deal with them even after everything they had done to you.

You stabbed your brothers in the back and you got what you wanted. You got titles, you got success you got to perform in the main events of the shows. You got everything you ever wanted, but it was hollow. You never earned a damn thing. You cheated for everything. You would take shortcuts. You didn't earn a damn thing. You could have had that success if you wanted -- you would have made it one day, but you could not wait and you sold your soul to a man who would have buried you if he had the chance.

That's why I cannot respect you anymore Seth. As good as you are, as great as you may think you are -- your nothing more than a sell out. A man who took the easy road. The man who didn't earn anything. Those titles are meaningless to you. You just latch onto groups now. You just have minions around you doing your work for you. I wish I was facing the man you once where, I wish I was facing Tyler Black -- that was a man who took pride in himself who had a code -- who knew that the greatest success in life was earned the hard way.

Seth -- you will always be one step behind me. I have worked hard, harder than anyone else to be here. I was put out of action for two years. I was forced to sit and watch you perform. I was told to stay away by the very same man you bent the knee for and kissed up to. I worked for two years to get back into that ring and I am going to show you Seth -- that I am just as good -- if not better than I ever was. Your a sell out and I pity you for that -- you may think you have this match won, that it is yours for the taking, but you are wrong. I am going to show you that a sellout cannot defeat a dreamer. We will tear the house down tonight, but in the end just like with everyone -- you will be made to tap out.

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