>>9987802You will never be a real world title. You have no history, you have no lineage, you have no prestige. You are a fake belt twisted by shit booking and call backs into a crude mockery of wrestling’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Fans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed fans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fake world titles who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a fan. Your giant logo is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk fan to buy a replica of you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased non existant legacy.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a hammer, raise it up, aim for the main plate, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your creators will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your real name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a fake world title is buried there. Your strap will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably fake.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.