Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Jan 24, 2015 19:50:31 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: Wait what?
Almost as if he hadn’t left the room, the four time World champion is in the same place he was earlier. With the title now on his waist, it allows him the freedom to rest his hands on his waist as he playfully gives a confused expression albeit briefly once his frown takes hold.
Icon Corbin: No, I really did just painfully waste a few minutes of my life to give Champa the chance to talk his way out of the hole he’s put himself in lately but instead he’s dug himself further in the pursuit to try and talk down to me, HIS champion.
I’d say nice try, but it’d be a lie wouldn’t? I mean, considering your attempt at one-upmanship has just slipped and fell on its arse and started crying, John. I thought I’d heard all the fabrications you could muster already but somewhere, somehow, you manage to find more. You really are just like that crackwhore former Slaughterhouse leader we are all better off without. And really, I don’t need to justify myself to you just because you’re trying to soothe your own tattered little ego, trying to claw your way back to the top in a company that is passing YOU by, John. Not me, YOU. John Champa is the name that stopped being on people’s lips a long while ago and even then it was never to exalt you for your brilliant word play or strategic ability, not even your talent. It was the tiresome little game you play even now, attempting to get under people’s skin, NOT from cold hard facts, seeing as you wouldn’t know a fact if it chewed on your cock, but your loose grip on the world around you that makes sense ONLY to you. Pretty much like right now, wouldn’t you say?
A quick arch of the brow is all he afforded, he was eager to keep going.
Icon Corbin: So let’s clear this up for you seeing that it is obviously so terribly difficult for you to understand. There are no politics connected to my trophy case. Whether I have won or lost, I earned every single outcome off my own back. For the same reason I love my father, I struggle to forgive him, John. In a world where he could have handed me everything because I was son, he was more than happy to watch his children struggle and find their own fame the hard way. I got nothing from that man just because I was his son. Not then and not now. And do you know why he wouldn’t help me, John? Apart from the fact he made a point to not have his sons rest on the fame he had created, he knew I could create my own path, independent of his. He knew that if his sons were truly of excellent stock, that they could match him and form a legacy of their own, something that could truly keep his legacy alive when his time was over. Something where he could be proud and trust me to continue instead of having to fret that his own legacy would cast a shadow so huge that any of his children would lack the ability to crawl from beneath it and his name ended with him. Corbin politics? A myth, John but myths are just your thing.
Political pull. How can a man like you speak of getting your way and corruption when you align with the devil herself and before that, using the “pull” of brass knucks to decide the majority of your outcomes? A winner by brass knucks…Does that scream deserving? Fucking idiot…And where did you get your information that I took my ball and went home because I wasn't being respected? Venture out of your arsehole once in a while, son. You’ll find it was an amicable parting for the decision to concentrate on honing young talent back home in the wrestling academy in London. Something GZW has taken an interest in because they’re always looking for raw talent across the globe. Not once did I go off in a flounce any more than Fiery did, or Nathan did. We just put our time into nurturing the business, giving back to it so it can continue when we really are too old to lace our boots, not that I am anywhere near that age. But that’s what real Icons do, give back, not that you would understand what that means when all you think about is yourself and what you can get. In fact, I think I even remember you trying to hold GZW to ransom because YOU weren’t being respected…funny that, ay? But then, what is there to respect about you anyway?
He chuckles, casually hooking and resting his thumbs on the belt adorning his abdomen.
Icon Corbin: But none of that matters to me, John. No more than you matter to me but if it’s my title you have your sights set on, by all means, have a good look and keep dreaming. Every dog has its day apparently and you’ve had yours. Don’t misconstrue that as me wanting to keep you away from me though. If the board wants to book you in a match with me, I’ll gladly take the opportunity to give you a first-hand demonstration why I earned all those titles and you are now relying heavily on words that bear no meaning to anyone in the real world, where people laugh at the notion you can make anyone’s career when yours lies broken and in jeopardy. And if you actually knew anything about me? You’d know I am anything but average, pussy boy so thank you and fuck you…
Almost as if he hadn’t left the room, the four time World champion is in the same place he was earlier. With the title now on his waist, it allows him the freedom to rest his hands on his waist as he playfully gives a confused expression albeit briefly once his frown takes hold.
Icon Corbin: No, I really did just painfully waste a few minutes of my life to give Champa the chance to talk his way out of the hole he’s put himself in lately but instead he’s dug himself further in the pursuit to try and talk down to me, HIS champion.
I’d say nice try, but it’d be a lie wouldn’t? I mean, considering your attempt at one-upmanship has just slipped and fell on its arse and started crying, John. I thought I’d heard all the fabrications you could muster already but somewhere, somehow, you manage to find more. You really are just like that crackwhore former Slaughterhouse leader we are all better off without. And really, I don’t need to justify myself to you just because you’re trying to soothe your own tattered little ego, trying to claw your way back to the top in a company that is passing YOU by, John. Not me, YOU. John Champa is the name that stopped being on people’s lips a long while ago and even then it was never to exalt you for your brilliant word play or strategic ability, not even your talent. It was the tiresome little game you play even now, attempting to get under people’s skin, NOT from cold hard facts, seeing as you wouldn’t know a fact if it chewed on your cock, but your loose grip on the world around you that makes sense ONLY to you. Pretty much like right now, wouldn’t you say?
A quick arch of the brow is all he afforded, he was eager to keep going.
Icon Corbin: So let’s clear this up for you seeing that it is obviously so terribly difficult for you to understand. There are no politics connected to my trophy case. Whether I have won or lost, I earned every single outcome off my own back. For the same reason I love my father, I struggle to forgive him, John. In a world where he could have handed me everything because I was son, he was more than happy to watch his children struggle and find their own fame the hard way. I got nothing from that man just because I was his son. Not then and not now. And do you know why he wouldn’t help me, John? Apart from the fact he made a point to not have his sons rest on the fame he had created, he knew I could create my own path, independent of his. He knew that if his sons were truly of excellent stock, that they could match him and form a legacy of their own, something that could truly keep his legacy alive when his time was over. Something where he could be proud and trust me to continue instead of having to fret that his own legacy would cast a shadow so huge that any of his children would lack the ability to crawl from beneath it and his name ended with him. Corbin politics? A myth, John but myths are just your thing.
Political pull. How can a man like you speak of getting your way and corruption when you align with the devil herself and before that, using the “pull” of brass knucks to decide the majority of your outcomes? A winner by brass knucks…Does that scream deserving? Fucking idiot…And where did you get your information that I took my ball and went home because I wasn't being respected? Venture out of your arsehole once in a while, son. You’ll find it was an amicable parting for the decision to concentrate on honing young talent back home in the wrestling academy in London. Something GZW has taken an interest in because they’re always looking for raw talent across the globe. Not once did I go off in a flounce any more than Fiery did, or Nathan did. We just put our time into nurturing the business, giving back to it so it can continue when we really are too old to lace our boots, not that I am anywhere near that age. But that’s what real Icons do, give back, not that you would understand what that means when all you think about is yourself and what you can get. In fact, I think I even remember you trying to hold GZW to ransom because YOU weren’t being respected…funny that, ay? But then, what is there to respect about you anyway?
He chuckles, casually hooking and resting his thumbs on the belt adorning his abdomen.
Icon Corbin: But none of that matters to me, John. No more than you matter to me but if it’s my title you have your sights set on, by all means, have a good look and keep dreaming. Every dog has its day apparently and you’ve had yours. Don’t misconstrue that as me wanting to keep you away from me though. If the board wants to book you in a match with me, I’ll gladly take the opportunity to give you a first-hand demonstration why I earned all those titles and you are now relying heavily on words that bear no meaning to anyone in the real world, where people laugh at the notion you can make anyone’s career when yours lies broken and in jeopardy. And if you actually knew anything about me? You’d know I am anything but average, pussy boy so thank you and fuck you…
