The draft came with swift vengeance.

The last to go was me.

In just a blink of an eye I was no longer on the RAW roster. I was suddenly on the roster of Smack Down. However, the shock of the draft paled in comparison to the weeks prior to.

Barely nicked out of WrestleMania, Edge came onto RAW to make an announcement. He was retiring, and leaving behind his World Heavyweight Title. I found myself - after hearing the news - regretting every bit of hatred that I ever held towards Edge. No matter how bad a person he was, I knew that leaving now and forever had to be tearing him apart inside. Then just as quickly, the former regret fled when I realized that karma had finally caught up with Edge. Years of bad doings was never going to just vanish with a sudden change of heart.

If that was the case, then I was next on karma's hit list wasn't I? For almost ten years, all I knew was hatred. Suddenly all that hatred fled with the implantation of Christian into my life. I had a change of heart. A sudden change of heart.

The comparison sickened me. I did not want to be like Edge. I wasn't like Edge. I wasn't the one repeatedly stabbing Christian's heart and breaking him down to nothing every chance I got. It dawned on me then that all the hate I had towards Edge really held no merit. In the past, Edge hurt Christian and it showed. However, nowadays, I only thought Edge was responsible for Christian's weakened spirit. Actually - and honestly - I had hoped that Edge was responsible because if he wasn't...

...then I was.

Extreme Rules came and left. And if left on a good note. Christian was finally World Champion thanks in part to (begrudgingly on my part ) Edge. He had finally realized a dream. And he celebrated with Edge, while I watched from the sidelines.

Yeah. It hurt. But what hurt more was being the one who took that dream away. The wounds received from Extreme Rules had barely even closed up for us both, and in one simple instant, Christian was a former Champion and I was now the regining Champion.

The scenario looked familiar with only three differences. The cast, the time, and the length of the reign.

I was the former Champion. Triple H walked away with my gold. And it had been...what...two weeks? Two weeks. That was all the time I got to be Champion. However, unlike Christian, I had eight more to celebrate with. This was his one.

And possibly...his only.

I looked back to him that night and instead of fear, I saw that abysmal disappointment locked in his eyes. He looked alone in the world, but every cell in my being knew that although I wanted to be the one who occupied his world...Christian did not want the man who just beat him.

He wanted the man who gave him that chance.

In a sick reversal, Christian wanted to run from me, and gain comfort in Edge.