Bayley gives an emotional message following her absence from WWE television

Bayley gives an emotional message following her absence from WWE television

I’ve been away a long time. Too long. I’ve sat with the silence in my mind, paced back and forth in my own head, replaying every moment I missed—and wondering if the fans even remember me. But I’m here now, and I need to speak from the heart.

 

When I was attacked before WrestleMania 41 and removed from the match I had dreamed about, it felt like the floor dropped beneath me. I watched from the sidelines as the biggest night of the year went on without me. I don’t just wrestle for the spotlight or the marquee matches—but WrestleMania means something. It always does.

 

This absence? It wasn’t just time off. It was a wound. A wound in my confidence, in my soul. I questioned my place, my worth, whether I still belonged in that ring. I felt broken. I felt lost.

 

But I also felt something else underneath it all: fire. That chip on my shoulder—the one I thought I’d shaken—came roaring back. Because the less they see me, the more I want to show them. The more I fight for the right to be heard again.

 

I’m not perfect. I’ve had nights when I can’t even remember the last time I felt proud. I’ve looked back at my career and thought: “Was this all for nothing?” But the truth is, every victory, every failure, every moment when fans cheered me or doubted me—they built me. They made me strong. And they pushed me to evolve.

 

I put this message out not for sympathy, but for clarity. I needed you to know what’s been happening in my world—off television, off camera, in that space where RAW and SmackDown don’t reach. That’s where I’ve had to face my demons, my fears, and my doubts.

 

And to you—the fans who stayed, who believed, who listened when I had nothing to offer but silence—I’ve missed you. I’ve needed you. You’re the reason I walk into that ring again. You are the reason I remember why I ever stepped into this business to begin with.

 

This isn’t a comeback. It’s the continuation of a journey. The part where I rebuild, with broken pieces and redemptive moments, to remind you—and myself—that I still matter. That I still fight. And that I’m not done. No

t even close.

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