The greatest feeling in the world, is that of a destiny coming true.

I wrote those words 26 days ago. When I made my return. That's how far out it's been since I knew I would be the one winning Tokes' competition. Not because I was a better promo as true as that may be. Not because I deserve it, lord knows that's not true. Not for any reason other than the fact that Tokes just can't help himself.

If you're upset with this, just know I very much understand. And I'm very much not sorry. All it took was me to utter your name. 5 little words. And boom! Here you are Tokes.

I hope it's worth it pal. I hope throwing away every little ounce of good will was worth it. I definitely hope being seen as nothing more than an egotistical laughing stock for the rest of your career was worth it.

I played you like a fucking fiddle. I gave you every reason not to pick me. I gave you outs. I gave you everything. And yet. You. Didn't. Listen.

You say you want to prove you're my equal... any equal of mine would never fall for something so fucking obvious. You could beat me 95 times in a row and you'll never be my equal. Because you're just so god damn pathetic. I put on some water works, cut some promos. And boom! Main Event of Wrestlemania! If you win Tokes... I want you to tell everyone how it feels. When no one cares. When there's no one in the world to cheer for you. To root you on. The target you placed on your back will never go away.

You know what the biggest shame is Tokes? Not only are you pathetic. Not only are you a coward. Now only are you less than. You're so predictable.

As tempted as I am to piss off on a bender of margaritas and tropical islands till Mania night 2. But y'know unlike one of us, I have a little thing called integrity. So I'll see you all real soon.