Post by John Champa on Feb 11, 2015 16:18:47 GMT -6
Some people, naysayers, frauds, you know the kind. Those that think they rule the world, or specifically this world of professional wrestling.
Its hard to know exactly where John Champa is heading with this, but his expression is evident that he is directing this to a specific person, perhaps a Champion, even a Lord of the Coliseum.
Titles, not just those that attach themselves to leather strap and tin, are all around this world. And those who walk the halls of this world seek those titles, all titles and distinctions. Many seek them because it brings immortality, others because they feel like they will have some kind of Political pull, enough juice to throw their weight around. Some seek the titles, more specifically distinctions, in the squared circle because they hoped, better yet begged, for it to lead to titles in the front office.
James Corbin is a prime example of this. Sleeping with front office whores, even having one on the side, He would used this leverage as a way to rise through the ranks of the front office in order to fulfill his own “I have a dream” speech. His vision for his children, illegitimate and those who would later play the role of child, was that they would stand head and shoulders above the rest of the world. His vision was that he and his family would not only be synonymous with the Ground Zero brand, but overtake it. His vision of sugar plums dancing in their heads as they count pin-fall after pin-fall enroute to all of this greatness that he had envisioned for them, oh yea he indeed took one for the team.
James would be GIVEN titles, both in and out of the ring, never earning a single one all because his Political jockeying had reached maximum levels. Years later some fairy, fruity booty, Arse Bandit, Poof named Leon Taylor enters this world of Ground Zero. He had the talent, well sort of, he was somewhat cunning, but just like everyone else he had the desire to be immortalized. But instead of doing it the hard way by putting in world, learning the craft and applying it while in the ring, instead he took the quick, cheap way to the top. He ass kissed, brown nosed and aligned himself with James Corbin and used his Political pull to find and pick his own opponents, easy opponents that would pad his stats and give him a false sense of security and actually make him believe that he was indeed a true “Rassler”.
He would take on Kandi and James as surrogate parents, filling the roles and doing for him what his real parents couldn’t.
John takes a sip of a drink, as he sits in a comfortable lazy boy.
Leon loves to use the same tactics as his “daddy” and that is try and instill fear in the hearts of mortal men. People like Damien Knight, those who enter into this world and want to make a quick splash by taking on the supposed biggest dog in the yard, is making they typical rookie mistake. Just because you are the World Heavyweight Champion doesn’t make you the top of the food chain, UNLESS your name is John Champa. Men like Leon TAYLOR will scream to the highest mountain top that “ I’m too stupid or I’m not worth the piece of paper my birth certificate is written on” are the same ones who will NEVER step foot in the ring with me in a singles match and attempt to back their claim.
I’ve always questioned why Leon and I have never had a one on one match, I’ve called his GLADD flag barring ass out but all I get are those promos in which he thinks he’s eloquently “handing me my ass” instead of getting in the ring and attempting to “hand me my ass”. But you know I’m no longer going to try and force the hand of Mr. Taylor, who somehow thinks that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth. I’m here Taylor, come find me, lets fight or you just shut the fuck up because if you’re just gonna stand there and talk shit and not back it up then you’re an even bigger bitch that we all know you are.
You continue to waste time on minions like Damien Knight and Alex Cross until you’re ready for a real challenge, but until then I’ll continue to toy with Piper Sanchez and the Television Championship and maybe just maybe you will quit hiding behind the Corbin name and step out and make a name for yourself as Leon Taylor not Leon Corbin. John Champa is my name, The Big Shot is what I am, and Greatness in the Flesh is what I’ve become, if anyone, not just Leon disagree come find me, I’ll be more than happy to prove it to you.
Here I am, come find me.
The scene fades out.
Its hard to know exactly where John Champa is heading with this, but his expression is evident that he is directing this to a specific person, perhaps a Champion, even a Lord of the Coliseum.
Titles, not just those that attach themselves to leather strap and tin, are all around this world. And those who walk the halls of this world seek those titles, all titles and distinctions. Many seek them because it brings immortality, others because they feel like they will have some kind of Political pull, enough juice to throw their weight around. Some seek the titles, more specifically distinctions, in the squared circle because they hoped, better yet begged, for it to lead to titles in the front office.
James Corbin is a prime example of this. Sleeping with front office whores, even having one on the side, He would used this leverage as a way to rise through the ranks of the front office in order to fulfill his own “I have a dream” speech. His vision for his children, illegitimate and those who would later play the role of child, was that they would stand head and shoulders above the rest of the world. His vision was that he and his family would not only be synonymous with the Ground Zero brand, but overtake it. His vision of sugar plums dancing in their heads as they count pin-fall after pin-fall enroute to all of this greatness that he had envisioned for them, oh yea he indeed took one for the team.
James would be GIVEN titles, both in and out of the ring, never earning a single one all because his Political jockeying had reached maximum levels. Years later some fairy, fruity booty, Arse Bandit, Poof named Leon Taylor enters this world of Ground Zero. He had the talent, well sort of, he was somewhat cunning, but just like everyone else he had the desire to be immortalized. But instead of doing it the hard way by putting in world, learning the craft and applying it while in the ring, instead he took the quick, cheap way to the top. He ass kissed, brown nosed and aligned himself with James Corbin and used his Political pull to find and pick his own opponents, easy opponents that would pad his stats and give him a false sense of security and actually make him believe that he was indeed a true “Rassler”.
He would take on Kandi and James as surrogate parents, filling the roles and doing for him what his real parents couldn’t.
John takes a sip of a drink, as he sits in a comfortable lazy boy.
Leon loves to use the same tactics as his “daddy” and that is try and instill fear in the hearts of mortal men. People like Damien Knight, those who enter into this world and want to make a quick splash by taking on the supposed biggest dog in the yard, is making they typical rookie mistake. Just because you are the World Heavyweight Champion doesn’t make you the top of the food chain, UNLESS your name is John Champa. Men like Leon TAYLOR will scream to the highest mountain top that “ I’m too stupid or I’m not worth the piece of paper my birth certificate is written on” are the same ones who will NEVER step foot in the ring with me in a singles match and attempt to back their claim.
I’ve always questioned why Leon and I have never had a one on one match, I’ve called his GLADD flag barring ass out but all I get are those promos in which he thinks he’s eloquently “handing me my ass” instead of getting in the ring and attempting to “hand me my ass”. But you know I’m no longer going to try and force the hand of Mr. Taylor, who somehow thinks that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth. I’m here Taylor, come find me, lets fight or you just shut the fuck up because if you’re just gonna stand there and talk shit and not back it up then you’re an even bigger bitch that we all know you are.
You continue to waste time on minions like Damien Knight and Alex Cross until you’re ready for a real challenge, but until then I’ll continue to toy with Piper Sanchez and the Television Championship and maybe just maybe you will quit hiding behind the Corbin name and step out and make a name for yourself as Leon Taylor not Leon Corbin. John Champa is my name, The Big Shot is what I am, and Greatness in the Flesh is what I’ve become, if anyone, not just Leon disagree come find me, I’ll be more than happy to prove it to you.
Here I am, come find me.
The scene fades out.
