So many questions surround my decision to end the side of me that everyone loved, and still loves.
It all started at Armageddon, when I came back to save you all from the despicable Randy Orton. Yeah, you cheered for me, but I bet it was only because you wanted to see that pansy off of his throne, kind of the way you cheered for Kennedy when he got Regal de-crowned and un-managered. Of course, I do praise him for that; but we're not here to talk about that, are we?
Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Armageddon. When JBL interfered in my match that I was so close to winning, that kind of sparked a little bit of realization in my mind. And when he drug me across the arena by my throat, that woke me up even more. I realized that it was time for a change, but I didn't know what.
Finally came recently, with all this controversy with Shawn Michaels. My eyes opened all the way, and I realized that my entire wrestling career was a fluke. I was so tired of being an entertainer; a puppet, basically. I could stand around all day and entertain the crowds with my riveting jokes and knee slapping comebacks, but I wanted more, so much more. I wanted to get my head back in the game, and get my gold back.
So I killed him. Yes, I killed Y2J. And I decided to put an end to my beloved talk show, the "Highlight Reel".
There are no regrets in the back of my mind, because I know that I have seen the light- and I know, in the back of my mind, I will always have fans. And besides, even if I don't have the support of the world in my new dream, I still have Lance Cade, and more importantly, I still have me.