It seemed like a night just like any other night of the week. I woke up from my afternoon nap because I didn't get home from work until 2 AM that morning and I'm usually a sweeter person when I'm rested. I went and took a shower and got myself all cleaned up and ready to go to work that night.

This was a special night. It wasn't just any old night of the week. I go out and wrestle damn near every night and it feels damn good because it's a job I love and I get to travel with people I love and consider a second family to me. So, when there is a betrayal in the ring it feels like a very personal betrayal to me as a person. I've learned to go with the flow over the years. I mean, I can understand the drama aspect of WWE. The E does stand for entertainment and drama is part of entertainment, right? Let me give you a few details.

Imagine if you will being one of three rookie dudes coming into WWE. You've basically impressed everyone who has seen you wrestle alone and with your faction. They chose you out of a million and a half other faces that look like yours and have attitudes like yours and the same talent like yours. So you've stood out among all of those millions and somehow managed to become a number one super star in a matter of months. For three and a half years, you've leaned on two other brothers who are talented and beautiful just like you. One is strong, tall and from a long line of wrestling royalty and super humble and down to earth. He doesn't flaunt that he has a long line of super stars in his family and he doesn't ride on the fact that he's the next generation. This man works hard and he has the look that everyone is looking for in the campaigned to be "the next face of the WWE" or "the next WWE World Heavyweight Champion". This dude oozes sex appeal from every pore of his body without even trying to do it. He's cocky, but not arrogant. He's strong, but not over bearing. He's soft and sweet and loveable and very family oriented. He's already got all the women and the kids loving him and it seems to just come so natural like he's not even trying to do it.

This man I call my brother because we've grown super close superfast and we have a lot in common considering we couldn't be any more opposite if we tried. We'd travel together and room together and just about do everything together and we didn't bump heads that often. I mean, we fight like any other human being in the world. That's part of being a family, right? You love and you fight and you make up and move on and everyone grows from the experience. Plus, we're the same age and a couple months apart where the other dude is the baby of the three of us. Roman Reigns is what you would call a ride or die dude. He'd put down his life for you and give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it. I really don't see how a guy like me got blessed with his friendship and support. I'd go to war for him too and he knows it. I'm not afraid to admit that I love him. See, very honest feelings there nothing weird or homo about it. Oh, and as for the public affection I give him? It's how I am. I am a very affectionate person and I am free with my hugs and kisses. I don't care if your guy or a girl as long as you love me back. There is nothing wrong with two straight men hugging or kissing a straight dude on the head. But, I digress.

Now, I've already bonded with the older brother and along come the younger baby brother. He's younger then both of us, but not by too many years. He's a year younger and heavily into physical fitness. My God, the man eats, sleeps and poops Cross Fit. He's Mr. Gets up at the ass crack of dawn (which for me is way before 11 AM) and is full of energy and bounces around trying to get everyone else to get up and go work out with him. Some days I'd really like to slap him, but that's just because I'm not a morning person at all. I've known Seth Rollins for 3 years, but he was known on the independent wrestling scene long before then. So, I've seen Tyler Black in action and he's beaten many of my friends in action. He went straight to the top in everything he did. He wrestled for Ring of Honor and won the Championship 6 times. He was the first NXT champion ever. He won the FCW championship 4 times and he was World Heavyweight Champion and the first ever to be World Heavyweight Champion and United States Champion at the same time. So, there is no denying Seth Rollins is a huge wrestling champ and there is no denying that he is the man. He just carries it a lot differently than the rest of us. He's cocky and arrogant at the same time. He's brutally honest and yet, he stays humble and grounded and he remembers exactly what it was like to scrape by and have to share a room with a bunch of other guys. I couldn't ask for two more loyal friends.

Now, imagine coming from a background where you're not exactly raised right. You're family wasn't there for you and most of your life you spent with everyone but your own family. Mother was never there and you never knew your father. The only consistent thing you ever knew was wrestling and you knew you were damn good at it and it was your one way ticket out of Ohio and away from the ghosts of your past. You get ahead and your king of the independent scene. You've gone most of your career just trying to get noticed and recognized for being a good wrestler. You get an opportunity to go wrestle in Puerto Rico and for the most part, you consider it awesome and you get heavy into partying and drinking and women and you lose your mind. By the time you realize you're on a downward spiral and are about to crash the one thing you counted on, you're wrestling career suddenly just stops. The promoter lets you go and just up and disappears in the middle of the night without any explanation and you don't even get paid for the last appearance you made. Now, you're desperate to get back to the states and you have to sober up quick or die in the streets as another statistic.

This is a very scary place to be and I don't recommend any of you kids try this at home. I literally just crashed and burned and pro wrestling saved me from dying on the streets of Puerto Rico. I'm also grateful that I got that all out of my system before I got the call to come to the WWE. So, that call comes and I start hitting the gym and building myself back up because I got deathly skinny and people were asking me questions. So, I had to get healthy again before going through all the physical training that WWE puts you through. I committed myself to it and I got myself back up to my healthy weight and I went in for the try out and the rest is history. I got accepted and met my two brothers and they helped me rise to the top.

So, imagine how I felt when I stood in the middle of the ring as The Shield. I felt confident and cocky again and we proved that we knew how to kick ass and take names. It rocked for those three years we were out there together. It was the middle of our last year as The Shield that creative approached us and asked if we wanted to try a different angle with our story. Now, there isn't a man or a woman walking the WWE locker room that doesn't want to be Champion one day. It's what we are all working hard as hell for and it's what guys like Orton and Cena are proud to have accomplished multiple times. There isn't a man alive who doesn't want that gold. So, when creative told us there wasn't any possible way we would all three have the championship we had the talk. The talk resulted in the Destruction of The Shield.

Now, given all that back ground, I've had a couple of opportunities to go for the Championship. Seth Rollins and I had an epic Hell in a Cell cage match and I was about to get my big revenge when Bray Wyatt decided to make his big dramatic in ring come back in the middle of our match. He had nothing to do with Seth and I and our fighting. I still feel that was the stupidest decision ever made. But, I'm not bitter. I got to kick his ass too until they made me look like a stupid asshole with a monitor blowing up in my face. Needless to say I'm not a fan of Bray Wyatt or anything he has to offer me. I got over my hatred of Rollins and the fact that he betrayed The Shield and beat my ass with a chair. I figured if Roman could look past it so could I and he was in worse shape than I was when he got attacked.

I've always been the underdog in this race and not everyone is a fan of The Lunatic Fringe, but I like to think I am a good enough wrestler to entertain people and put on a damn good show. I about jumped up and did a victory dance when I was told I was going up against Roman Reigns for the World Heavyweight Championship. I knew I was going to lose to Roman, but at least it was someone I wasn't going to think was an asshole after and the way he speared Triple H had me remembering the old Shield days when we'd prove w were nobody's lackeys or bitch. "I told you I'm not a sell-out" I've never felt so proud of anyone before in my life.

Now, here's where things get a little bit weird for me. Not creepy weird, but just different then I am used to. I'll take you to the night of Survivor's Series. The matches all went off without a hitch even though nobody was counting on Rollins getting hurt right before Survivor's Series happened. So, they had to throw together a tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship as opposed to the one on one match they had going with Roman and Seth together. Nobody deserves to get injured and Rollins has a legit injury. It's not like he was just putting it on because he wanted to bitch out of defending the championship. He seriously fucked up his knee and had to have real life surgery on it. We all are praying for his speedy recovery. Now, as I said the matches all went off without a hitch and it was looking like a bad ass pay preview and for the first time in a long time, I was excited about going out there and giving it my all in that ring. I looked at Roman and he fist bumped me before we went to our spots for our entrance.

Roman: "Loser buys the beers."

Dean: "Oh you know it brother. Good luck out there. I'll try not to hurt you too bad."

Roman: "No. If you have to hurt me to win, that's what you have to do. No holding back."

Dean: "You too, big man."

He does his usual hair flipping thing he does when he's putting the water in his hair and makes sure he is saturated from his arms up. Then he follows his security to the top of the stairs. Ok, nothing weird there. We have our match and things were pretty normal. It wasn't until after I hugged him in the middle of the ring that I noticed something different about Roman. His strong proud outside was cracking with emotion as I kissed him on the top of his head and told him how proud I am of him.

Roman: "I finally did it. I finally got the championship in my hand."

Dean: "You deserve it, brother. Wear it proud."

That is until he got screwed by Triple H and Shamus. Then it was a whole other side of him. Roman lied in that ring completely broken. I've never seen him fall apart the way he did that night. He laid there a good 20 minutes or so after the match and the confetti rained down and everything was stuck to his sweaty body. He had tears in his eyes and he was choking back sobs. He didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him cry over losing. He finally picked himself up and walked backstage where I stood.

Dean: "Are you all right, man?"

Roman: "I got fucked, Jon. Triple H just bent me over and fucked me because I wouldn't be his bitch in The Authority. He's already got fucken Rollins. He doesn't need me. I'm nobody's asshole."

As if on a cue, Shamus comes over and puts an arm around Roman.

Shamus: "Sorry about that, fella. That's how Money in the Bank works. We cash in on the down fallen."

Roman: "No, Shamus that's how Triple H rewards people who want to be his bitch. I said no to him so he sent you out there to teach me a lesson in being humble."

Shamus: "It looks good on me, though."

He smacks Roman on the back and heads back to get changed. Roman wanted to go after Shamus, but I stopped him.

Dean: "Not now and not tonight, man. You'll get him on RAW. You've got a rematch."

Roman: "Damn right I do and I will get that title back. Fuck what everyone else says or thinks. "

Dean: "I lost our match. So, I'll buy the beers."

Roman: "All right."

He goes to the locker room to get changed. I remember I left my bag back in my locker and I head to go get it. I walk in and I find Roman leaning against the locker with his vest in his hand. From behind, he looked like he was holding up the wall or something, but I could tell the emotions from the night were all finally catching up to him. His shoulders were moving like he was finally letting the sobs fall now that the locker room had cleared out. My heart broke for him. Now, Roman's not the cry in front of anyone type. The only reason he was crying in front of anyone WrestleMania is because there were cameras following him and they caught him vulnerable. I come up behind him without scaring the living shit out of him because I don't feel like getting Superman punched across the locker room. There's no padding in there and that would hurt. I put a comforting arm around him and to my surprise he actually sits down on the bench next to me and allows me to comfort him.

Dean: "Hey, it's OK to be emotional Joe. This was a crazy night just like WrestleMania."

Roman: "That's the problem. It's exactly like WrestleMania and I've become Danial Bryan."

Dean: "It's all right to be Danial Bryan. Look at all the good he did before he got injured. He made it all the way from the Indies and selling shit in his trunk."

Roman: "I don't need an underdog story right now. Just be here for me."

Dean: "I am here, Joe. I'm always here for you."

Roman: "Yeah. You are always here for me."