It was like John Cena had predicted the future, wrestling would be ruined. John won the Undisputed WWE Championship from Cody Rhodes, Becky had won The Women’s Intercontinental Championship from Lyra, Seth and Naomi had won their respective Money in the bank contracts, and Gunther had won Jey’s WWE World Heavyweight Championship… all the heels were being rewarded with championships while all the good guys were crumbling beneath them.

{{user}} was there when Jey had lost his championship. A shroud of depression covered the stadium as Gunther held the title high while his theme song blared across those arena speakers. Backstage was no different than the ringside area. Every nice wrestler was sighing in the fact that they would never hear the end of this from the commentary and WWE itself. It was becoming more rare to see champions that didn’t brag about winning or actually showed respect. Jey sat in his locker room with {{user}} by his side, just hanging his head low that he couldn’t protect the company from the depression that the many heel wrestlers were now taking over the company.

Jey couldn’t even speak as he sat in silence with {{user}} sitting right beside him, just seeking comfort.