I had heard the phrase ‘life is unfair’ thrown at me too many times, so I changed the circumstances.

A thousand times had passed with me sitting in the same grotty, dirty spot on the ground, holding my own hand whilst wondering why things had ended up the way they did- meanwhile, passers-by chucked this horrible phrase at me without even making eye contact. I was below them, thus I didn’t matter.

I was told by many that ‘nice guys finish last’, and that dusty spot on the ground with my name on it meant I had come to accept this. I had come to see that men of truth told me this exact phrase, whilst the men who were naive enough to refuse this as truth simply told me that this was a short-term; the nice guys would soon win.

A broken man, I believe, clings on to the broken words of another in his peril in the hope that his experience will pull them through. They don’t realise that the men they take the words of are no wiser than they, and his words are broken for a reason.

It took me years to get over the primitive notion that the world was going to just fall into my lap one day and the puzzle was going to solve itself.

It was never enough.

I had devoted myself to the nice guy cause for too long with little profit, and it was time to simply move on, and let go of the slipping dreams I hung on to. There was more to life than meets the eye, I knew, and I had yet to exploit it.

Then I changed.

My soul blackened, my heart hardened and the turning moment had been completed; I was ready for the WWA. I was ready for my life to begin.

Now my chance has come.

My dream has become reality, and it is all because I shattered my nice guy illusions- I had broken the phantasm, and now I am beginning to reap the rewards. Now I’m laughing my socks off- a new pair every day for me. Mere days ago I had discovered I was to be in a four way match with three almost-worthy adversaries.

‘Almost’ being the key word.

I am being thrown willingly into the ring with the ex-champion, the mentalist and a nobody- my godlike status means I will surely walk away with the title in my hand and my pride intact, the first big step for Solus being taken now.

Inevitability is the key, and my victory is the epitome of that inevitability.

If not for an enemy who doesn’t know when to lose and a limping has-been with a steel chair, I would have won the Independence Day Rumble. I would have a World Title shot rather than this one, and I would have taken the victory as I will do now. It is all about taking what you can get, whether you deserve bigger chances than you are getting.

Every little counts, and I will be taking every little piece and using it to win.

As I step into the ring with an ex-champion, I can promise you this. As I step into the ring with a psychotic narcissist, I can promise you this. As I step into the ring with a nobody I have already beaten, perhaps I don’t even need to promise in this case.

Enemies of Solus should perhaps take note- the world is a very cruel place, and I am prepared to show you this.

But, hey, life is unfair.