The Weight of the world
No man can take this from me… they can't… I won't let them! It is my responsibility to defend it. It's my name and everything I stand for. Bounded by the most solid and tough material, of leather and gold and yet simply constructed, as it seems. Like me… I make it look so easy.
My eyes could gaze onto it for all eternity, and yet I will never seem to grow old in front of it, my hands run across it's surface with such grace and pride. My reflection glistened back, as I would look into its shined surface. My pride, my faith, my life is what it is to me.
Men would spend countless months trying to take this, and losing their careers over it. Men have fallen before it. Women tremble at the sight of the man who held it, and yet whenever it's taken from me. It always finds its way back home. I can't stand to be away from it for prolong periods of time. It's my drug. I have to have it! I could feel it rest on my shoulders, as if the weight of the earth had been places on my one shoulder. And yet I never complained, I indulged it in! For not many men could, not many have felt this weight and enjoyed it. I can't go one without it on me. When it's off, I could feel my shoulder have a phantom pain to it. The feel as if something was on, yet when you look to see. You see nothing. Your shoulder goes light once more, once realizing it's not there. But God, you know it was… you felt it… You knew it…
I've seen men who became crushed by the weight of the world, never to seem to want to bare it anymore. For those who have been able to hold their own, and have the strength to carry on with this great task, become addicted to it… like I have been. They will never stop till they have that sensation once more. But they don't realize the world rests on my shoulder, and I alone and the one who can take this task!
People think I'm crazy, not being able to let it go. Not letting someone have a chance at the sensational weight that is cast apone your shoulder, yet you carry it with pride and dignity. I wear it now… on my right shoulder. I feel it on my body, the sensational weight that I love to bare. I love to carry. I will never lose this feeling; I will never lose this belt. I am Triple H! The weight of the world is on my shoulders, and I take that with great pride!