Post by John Champa on Apr 30, 2016 8:59:50 GMT -6
The scene opens up as John Champa is finishing a workout. With sweat, heavily, dripping from his body he wipes it off with a towel that sits near by. The former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion ponders a moment before his voice breaks the silence.
You need me here, you want me here, hell your fucking fans crave for me to be here, not only me but Joshua Dane and the rest of Ground Zero Wrestling.
John takes a drink from his water bottle, and by the look on his face, his body really needed the cold liquid.
Since we have been here, there has been standing room only at your events. We have given this place new life, we have given this place a breath of fresh air, but more importantly, Johnny Raike, we have given you the fucking main event rub that this second rate shit hole has, needed, desired and sought after since the beginning of its existence. You speak on things that you know nothing about, acknowledging plans that you cannot see unfolding before your own eyes. You think I, We, came here just to take down a traitor that was in the midst of our roster? You think we came here to fight Ground Zero’s battles on your turf? I sure hope that you don’t, but then what else could I expect from Johnny B. Bad, or Johnny Rocket, or whatever the fuck your name is.
What we, the Ground Zero Elite, are doing is laying a foundation, a new foundation, for the brand new version of Pure Amusement Wrestling, and you would be wise to join the cause. But boys like you, the flag bearing, blood giving, towel waiving, so called loyalist, will only see this as a threat, and it is, to your way of life. You will see this as us coming in and tearing down the company that you helped to build, and we are, and that you feel like you must give your all to stop the threat. Instead of meeting us in the ring, like a true, fight against the take-over, loyalist would do instead you choose to have a battle of words, another battle that you cannot and will not win.
Joshua and I attacking William Saint is just a smaller part to a larger, much larger, plan. A plan that is progressing with each and every passing moment. You, the current, Titans of the Midway Champion would be wise to focus on battles, with your own kind, that you can win instead of tempting a Giant of Wrestling. You’re used to performing, your mediocre move-set, in front of 4,000 people while I on the other had have performed, and electrified, crowds of 15,000 or more. Your words means nothing to me Johnny, but my words will get you put on the map.
I’m here to do to PAW the same thing I did for Ground Zero Wrestling (GZW) and that is put you on the map. I’m here to give you the buzz you need and want, I’m here to make you into a legitimate wrestling company by taking over and turning this into Ground Zero Wrestling.
I’M YOUR FUCKING LEGITIMIZER as well as your executioner, and all you fucks would be wise to remember it. Joshua Dane and myself, and the others, will do what we want and whenever we want to do it and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop us.
The scene fades out
You need me here, you want me here, hell your fucking fans crave for me to be here, not only me but Joshua Dane and the rest of Ground Zero Wrestling.
John takes a drink from his water bottle, and by the look on his face, his body really needed the cold liquid.
Since we have been here, there has been standing room only at your events. We have given this place new life, we have given this place a breath of fresh air, but more importantly, Johnny Raike, we have given you the fucking main event rub that this second rate shit hole has, needed, desired and sought after since the beginning of its existence. You speak on things that you know nothing about, acknowledging plans that you cannot see unfolding before your own eyes. You think I, We, came here just to take down a traitor that was in the midst of our roster? You think we came here to fight Ground Zero’s battles on your turf? I sure hope that you don’t, but then what else could I expect from Johnny B. Bad, or Johnny Rocket, or whatever the fuck your name is.
What we, the Ground Zero Elite, are doing is laying a foundation, a new foundation, for the brand new version of Pure Amusement Wrestling, and you would be wise to join the cause. But boys like you, the flag bearing, blood giving, towel waiving, so called loyalist, will only see this as a threat, and it is, to your way of life. You will see this as us coming in and tearing down the company that you helped to build, and we are, and that you feel like you must give your all to stop the threat. Instead of meeting us in the ring, like a true, fight against the take-over, loyalist would do instead you choose to have a battle of words, another battle that you cannot and will not win.
Joshua and I attacking William Saint is just a smaller part to a larger, much larger, plan. A plan that is progressing with each and every passing moment. You, the current, Titans of the Midway Champion would be wise to focus on battles, with your own kind, that you can win instead of tempting a Giant of Wrestling. You’re used to performing, your mediocre move-set, in front of 4,000 people while I on the other had have performed, and electrified, crowds of 15,000 or more. Your words means nothing to me Johnny, but my words will get you put on the map.
I’m here to do to PAW the same thing I did for Ground Zero Wrestling (GZW) and that is put you on the map. I’m here to give you the buzz you need and want, I’m here to make you into a legitimate wrestling company by taking over and turning this into Ground Zero Wrestling.
I’M YOUR FUCKING LEGITIMIZER as well as your executioner, and all you fucks would be wise to remember it. Joshua Dane and myself, and the others, will do what we want and whenever we want to do it and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop us.
The scene fades out
