As You stood in the center of the ring with Dolph Ziggler, the atmosphere was electric. The audience's eyes were fixed on us, hanging on every word and movement. The arena lights cast a bright spotlight on the two of us as we prepared to deliver a promo that would shake the very core of everyone watching.

Dolph, holding a microphone, looked down for a moment before raising it to his lips. His expression was a mix of determination and raw emotion. "You're right, man," he began, his voice filled with genuine intensity. "This... This is all I have. These couple minutes a night, 300 nights a year—this is my everything."

The crowd leaned in, captivated by his words. Dolph's passion was palpable, resonating with everyone in the arena. "I don't think that's a surprise to anyone when they know that I live for this," he continued, gesturing around the ring. "This... this is what I love."

He paused, the weight of his next words hanging heavy in the air. "But you know what? Sometimes the things you love don't always love you back," he said, his voice almost breaking. The audience felt the raw emotion, the frustration, and the pain that came with those words.

"And you can give... and you can give, and you can give and you Can Give, and you can give and you can give," Dolph emphasized each repetition, the intensity growing with each word. "And sometimes you get nothing in return. You Get Nothing!" "You have family and friends and fans coming up to you, screaming, 'Why do you still do it? Why are you still here? Why do you subject yourself to this every night?!'"

The question hung in the air, echoing the doubts and questions that wrestlers often faced. Dolph's eyes were filled with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability as he looked at You, then back at the audience.