Consistent excellence in professional wrestling is a profound challenge.
In sport, there is no storyteller controlling one's fate. It is impervious to excuses because the same set of incompetent officials referee the same set of fixtures. There is in European football an outrageous financial imbalance, but in those leagues within leagues, teams tend to win if they are the best and they want it the most.
In music, a string of classic albums is achieved, when a band makes it to a certain level, through a patient and methodical process that allows for the careful engineering of perfection. In film, a great and in form actor, if selective, can attach themselves to projects and acclaimed directors that want them. It's a star industry that knows how to build a CV. Daniel Day-Lewis never got directed by f*cking Vince, did he?
In wrestling, there is no off-season, and in the modern industry, the body is challenged to an extreme degree. It is all shaped by politics, and, more often than not, creative regimes so incompetent that they alone can diminish the buzz of the performer no matter how talented that performer is.
To be a transcendent talent isn't enough. To work the hardest isn't enough.