Post by John Champa on Feb 20, 2015 19:25:45 GMT -6
The sound of items hitting the wall breaks the silence, as does the anger in the voice of, the former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, John Champa.
I told them, I fucking told that damn booking committee to send me in this match alone. I knew what was going to happen, I knew, I fucking knew, that Kolic nor Cross would be willing to co-exist with me to get the job done. I told them….GODDAMNIT I told them.
John throws a folding chair at the wall, leaving a hole a where it made impact.
I’m about nothing but about nothing but getting the job done, I tried my best, I fucking tried damndest, to co-exist with those two losers. I went as far as even tagging them in, with respect, but in the end and I’m planted on the mat by Mongrel, what do those two pieces of shits do, they did nothing….NOTHING, fucking did nothing is what they did, except for stand there and watch as the ref counted to three.
They want to put this loss on me, that’s fucking fine with me, because they were nothing but losers anyway. No one would have tuned into this match if I wasn’t involved. People love to hate me and they love to watch me get beat by their fan favorites, those who smack their little grubby hands, those who give in to their yells and screams, those who give a damn about their approval, I don’t.
I could careless about those who sit in the chairs and watch me while I work, because either way they will show up just to watch me, in hopes that someone will shut my mouth. They can’t stand me, not because I mouth off, but because they wish they could be me. Its more out of jealousy, just like the rest of the boys and girls in the back. Sure, Piper has defeated me a few times, but that’s because I caused her to raise her game, just like I caused everyone else to raise their game hoping to, but never reaching, the level that I have.
So yeah, Piper, you enjoy this one last victory you will attain over me because neither you, nor anyone else can stop me from reaching that destination of Grand Slam Champion. The Corbin clan is running ramped and it’s up to Champa to even that balance, sure some will laugh and scoff but they will never step to me, and one day they won’t be able to run or use any sort of political pull to avoid the Big Shot.
You’re in the big leagues now Piper, come prove to me that you’re here to stay, come prove to me that you belong, and I will prove to you that you’re no champion. I’m the future Gzw Television Champion, come prove me wrong.
John kicks another hole in the wall, before exiting the room. The scene fades out.
I told them, I fucking told that damn booking committee to send me in this match alone. I knew what was going to happen, I knew, I fucking knew, that Kolic nor Cross would be willing to co-exist with me to get the job done. I told them….GODDAMNIT I told them.
John throws a folding chair at the wall, leaving a hole a where it made impact.
I’m about nothing but about nothing but getting the job done, I tried my best, I fucking tried damndest, to co-exist with those two losers. I went as far as even tagging them in, with respect, but in the end and I’m planted on the mat by Mongrel, what do those two pieces of shits do, they did nothing….NOTHING, fucking did nothing is what they did, except for stand there and watch as the ref counted to three.
They want to put this loss on me, that’s fucking fine with me, because they were nothing but losers anyway. No one would have tuned into this match if I wasn’t involved. People love to hate me and they love to watch me get beat by their fan favorites, those who smack their little grubby hands, those who give in to their yells and screams, those who give a damn about their approval, I don’t.
I could careless about those who sit in the chairs and watch me while I work, because either way they will show up just to watch me, in hopes that someone will shut my mouth. They can’t stand me, not because I mouth off, but because they wish they could be me. Its more out of jealousy, just like the rest of the boys and girls in the back. Sure, Piper has defeated me a few times, but that’s because I caused her to raise her game, just like I caused everyone else to raise their game hoping to, but never reaching, the level that I have.
So yeah, Piper, you enjoy this one last victory you will attain over me because neither you, nor anyone else can stop me from reaching that destination of Grand Slam Champion. The Corbin clan is running ramped and it’s up to Champa to even that balance, sure some will laugh and scoff but they will never step to me, and one day they won’t be able to run or use any sort of political pull to avoid the Big Shot.
You’re in the big leagues now Piper, come prove to me that you’re here to stay, come prove to me that you belong, and I will prove to you that you’re no champion. I’m the future Gzw Television Champion, come prove me wrong.
John kicks another hole in the wall, before exiting the room. The scene fades out.
