Then I was on the run of my career.
Championship after championship.
Thirteen belts.
Moné literally carrying the weight of women’s wrestling on my body.
And then…
WILLOW.
She took my TBS Championship.
And it wasn’t enough to just beat me.
I had to watch her celebrate.
Dancing around my exhausted body while I laid there after putting my heart, body and soul into this business.
That one hurt.
Not just physically.
That championship represented something to me.
I gave EVERYTHING to it.
But my body was telling me something again.
It was time for a break.
And while I was away, I had to watch Willow carry a championship that I had poured everything into.
That hurt too.
Then suddenly…
Willow got “hurt.”
And had to relinquish it.
Funny how life works, isn’t it?
Because somehow, after EVERYTHING…
After 2023.
After Wembley.
After the injury.
After the therapy.
After choosing not to go back.
After Boston.
After Big Business.
After championships.
After Willow taking mine.
After all the times our paths somehow kept crossing…
Here we are again.
