Monday Night Raw July 6th 2020
Y/N made his entrance kicking off the show, the normal palpable energy wasn't there anymore. It felt flat and lethargic. Y/N was cleared and ready to go but it was more of a mental battle he was fighting as he mentally prepared himself to step foot inside that structure. Y/N started by reflecting.
Y/N: I'm at the point in my career, where I've got to wonder how much longer I can do this.
Y/N confessed quietly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.
Y/N: I'm not even 24 yet, and I've been doing this for three years and I've had a lot of highs and a lot of lows, but none like this year.
Y/N smiled softly before he shook his head and continued.
Y/N: I came into this year as a double champion, the first-ever NXT and United States Champion, I lost both of those titles when I got injured. I went down a path that had me standing tall over three legends while being aided by one at the Elimination Chamber so that I could get my pound of flesh.
He took a deep breath, recalling the chaotic events that had transpired over the past months.
Y/N: At Wrestlemania 36, I beat the Undertaker and Triple H but fractured my ankle and was on the sidelines for six weeks. Then I returned and I was barely here for five weeks before I was taken out again and sidelined for three weeks again.
Y/N's frustration was palpable
Y/N: That isn't the wrestler that I want to be, I want to be here week in and week out, putting out classics so people actually tune in to watch, but if my body gives up on me I don't want to do this anymore. So I've got to ask how many matches do I have left? It's probably way more than I think because I know myself.
His thoughts shifted as he reflected on his debut on the main roster.
Y/N: When I came back to the main roster, I said I didn't come up here to make friends, and that didn't mean I wanted to make a mortal enemy but that's exactly what I have done. I feel so much hatred and animosity for Seth Rollins, that the only way to end this is in Hell in a Cell.
His words were full of bitterness as he continued.
Y/N: I was naive to think that this was over because I won a Texas Bullrope Match at Backlash, maybe Seth Rollins was naive to think that this was all going to be over because he beat me at the Royal Rumble.
Backlash should have been the end, but instead, it merely stoked the flames of rivalry further. Y/N admits
Y/N: Everybody probably agrees that this should have been over the second time Seth Rollins sent to me a hospital, three weeks ago when he stomped my head into the dirt but I'm just too damn stubborn. Seth's fatal mistake in all of this is not getting the job done but now things are drastically different.
Y/N reflects, but stubbornness drives him to continue the fight but the echoes of past battles weigh heavily on his mind, particularly the trauma from his previous Hell in a Cell match.
Y/N: Ever since Wrestlemania 36 Night Two, I didn't want to step back into that structure, it changed me forever. I've started to wonder how many Hell in a Cell matches I've got left.
Y/N took a moment before sighing and answering.
Y/N: The truth is it's zero. My best friend asked me not to do this, my girlfriend a- she as- asked me not to do this.
As Y/N spoke, his voice cracked as he thought of Rhea, eyes glistening with unshed tears, revealing the weight of the world he carries on his shoulders.
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