“Every night, EVERY NIGHT, I deliver,” Ziggler screamed. “And what do I get for it? Hey, don’t be so good. Hey, you’re doing this right, you’re doing this wrong. You know what? I’ve seen Monday Night RAW, I’ve seen Friday Night SmackDown. I know what’s right and what’s wrong, and if everyone’s in my head telling me what’s wrong, I KNOW that I am right! Everything I do is to become better, the BEST! EVER!
“I’m not going to stop until I reach that point, and I don’t know if I can continue doing this. I’ve been told I’m a loser, I’ve been told I suck. I’ve been told I’m not tall enough, I’ve been told I’m too loud, I’ve been told I run my mouth backstage. You know why I run my mouth? Because if one person – ONE PERSON! – outdoes me in this business in any aspect, in the back, in the ring, in my house, I DON’T CARE! I WILL NOT BE OUTDONE!”
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