Now let’s talk about that title…
Out of all 13 belts I’ve carried?
This one?
Yeah… the ugliest!
It was huge. Bulky. Barely fit in my suitcase. And it felt like every single week, something was breaking on it. Shoutout to the AEW crew for constantly having to fix it for me at TV—because that thing was going THROUGH it.
But no matter what it looked like…
A title is a title.
And I represent every single one with pride.
I had the privilege of stepping into the ring with Diana Strong—someone who told me I inspired her to become a wrestler.
But this time…
She wasn’t the same.
The girl I met before—sweet, respectful—that version of her?
Gone.
This was a new Diana.
More confident. More fierce. More dangerous.
Dirty Diana.
And she came to win.
Low blow to the ref… chaos in the ring… and then—
Lights out.
Title shot.
Another loss.
Another standing ovation.
Another reminder that this journey is bigger than wins and losses.
