Post by John Champa on Dec 26, 2014 5:14:01 GMT -6
You got lucky on that one…..Chica
The Former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, John Champa, referring to his defeat at the hands of Piper Sanchez on latest broadcast of Storm.
You and I, Wrestlers cut from a different cloth. You, the daring, still trying to prove yourself Diva from Kileen, Texas. This girl who loves to have the fans chant your name “Piper….Piper….Piper”you love it when they do it in unison as if it gives you the driving force you need to pull out all stops to win a match. You, the quick, technical wrestler trying desperately to prove to the masses that you belong in the land of the big boys, and to some extent you have, I mean you did defeat me just mere days ago.
That was, without a doubt, the biggest win of your pathetic career, and you’re welcome because once again I’ve made someone relevant in this business.
Yet, while you like to gyrate while you make your entrance, I’m the straight forward, get the job done at all cost wrestler, I could give two fucks in those fans chant my name or boo the hell out of me, either way they are paying to see Ground Zero’s Greatest Production in action. While this company would love to pin its future on the likes of you and Kolic and they like, all of you are nothing but failures.
In my absences you were supposed to have been the driving force behind the machine. In my absence you were supposed to have taken this company to even greater heights, but all you’ve done is made my absence all that much noticeable. Here I was hoping to ride off into the sunset quietly, without incident, hoping that I had left this place in good hands. But one day I turned on the television and all I see and hear are the cries for John Champa’s return growing louder with each passing second and they were treated to piss poor Championship matches, less than stellar promos and half-assed marketing of the talent.
I was never going to return to this place, but after watching for so long I couldn’t just sit idly by and let this company, MY company fall by the wayside. You want to play with the big dogs, you want to prove to the whole damn world that you belong here, then defeat me once again Piper, prove to me that your victory at Storm was no fluke. Prove to me that you don’t need me to make your career, prove to your fans that they don’t need me around and I’ll once again venture back into black hole where I was content with being forgotten.
But until that moment, until you’ve proven your worth to me, and I’m not only talking to you Piper, I’m talking to every GODDAMN Globalstar here, including our soon to be Champion, Leon Corbin.
But sadly I know that all of you will prove to the world and to yourselves that John Champa is the reason for the season, and without me there is no you. I'm the true lamb and without John Champa there is no GZW
The scene fades out.
The Former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, John Champa, referring to his defeat at the hands of Piper Sanchez on latest broadcast of Storm.
You and I, Wrestlers cut from a different cloth. You, the daring, still trying to prove yourself Diva from Kileen, Texas. This girl who loves to have the fans chant your name “Piper….Piper….Piper”you love it when they do it in unison as if it gives you the driving force you need to pull out all stops to win a match. You, the quick, technical wrestler trying desperately to prove to the masses that you belong in the land of the big boys, and to some extent you have, I mean you did defeat me just mere days ago.
That was, without a doubt, the biggest win of your pathetic career, and you’re welcome because once again I’ve made someone relevant in this business.
Yet, while you like to gyrate while you make your entrance, I’m the straight forward, get the job done at all cost wrestler, I could give two fucks in those fans chant my name or boo the hell out of me, either way they are paying to see Ground Zero’s Greatest Production in action. While this company would love to pin its future on the likes of you and Kolic and they like, all of you are nothing but failures.
In my absences you were supposed to have been the driving force behind the machine. In my absence you were supposed to have taken this company to even greater heights, but all you’ve done is made my absence all that much noticeable. Here I was hoping to ride off into the sunset quietly, without incident, hoping that I had left this place in good hands. But one day I turned on the television and all I see and hear are the cries for John Champa’s return growing louder with each passing second and they were treated to piss poor Championship matches, less than stellar promos and half-assed marketing of the talent.
I was never going to return to this place, but after watching for so long I couldn’t just sit idly by and let this company, MY company fall by the wayside. You want to play with the big dogs, you want to prove to the whole damn world that you belong here, then defeat me once again Piper, prove to me that your victory at Storm was no fluke. Prove to me that you don’t need me to make your career, prove to your fans that they don’t need me around and I’ll once again venture back into black hole where I was content with being forgotten.
But until that moment, until you’ve proven your worth to me, and I’m not only talking to you Piper, I’m talking to every GODDAMN Globalstar here, including our soon to be Champion, Leon Corbin.
But sadly I know that all of you will prove to the world and to yourselves that John Champa is the reason for the season, and without me there is no you. I'm the true lamb and without John Champa there is no GZW
The scene fades out.
