Bray, you had one of the coolest wrestling characters to date. All characters you played were amazing, and gave so many of us joy.
I remember when I had met you. I walked up to you and just started bawling because you had saved my life. You hugged and talked to me for what felt like forever until I had calmed down. He made sure I was okay and told me that he was so glad he had saved me. He told me that I’d have the world in my hands and to keep fighting. That is still one of the best moments of my life.
I’m completely heartbroken. You mean so much to me and the entire wrestling world. I hope you didn’t suffer. I hope Jon welcomed you with open arms. Rest in peace, Bray.
The way Jonathan flounders for faith while he can barely speak for holding back tears is SHREDDING my heart
There’s no Living Flame in that moment. He sounds so young and scared and lost, exhausted beyond words, beaten to nothing by a day that would never end, full of shame and guilt for failing for letting the Count get away and for how despicable he seems in contrast to Mina’s goodness. Him admitting some small part of him feels if he could just sleep and wake up it would all go away just makes me want to hold him on my arms and ruffle his hair. HE’S SO YOUNG.
He’s weary to death, no longer feels capable of tearing the world and all its monsters apart with his teeth. He’s still willing to lose his soul for Mina, but he wants her to be happy and safe and no self-sacrifice can give that to her.
bray wyatt will forever be known as one of the most compelling characters of a generation; windham rotunda's creativity and dedication to the world of professional wrestling was and is awe-inspiring.
thank you for everything, bray. i hope you'll be able to see how brightly your fireflies glow for you tonight.