Post by John Champa on Jul 3, 2015 12:54:32 GMT -6
The scene opens up to the former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, John Champa, finishing up his workout. As he sits in the lockerroom of the gym his phone begins to ring. He glances down, with a confused look, at the caller ID before answering.
John: Well if this isn't quite the surprise
Voice: How's retirement?
Who said I was retired? Just because I haven't been around in a while doesn't make me retired, does it?
Voice: Well to some it does, but me I'm not quite sure. Are you looking to come back to us, John?
Hadn't put much thought into it, I've been too busy with my family, you know the family that I put on hold while I made you money, lots of money.
I know you did. You made me and the company lots of money, that's why I'm calling, we need you John, we're floundering here and we need a big shot at competing
You don't need me you have....
John is cut off mid-sentence
No one John, that's who we have. We need you, we need you to return to your old self-inflating form John. Come back to us, be the fucking Big Shot you used to be. Come back and return to your cocky self-promoting self John, or do you not have it in you anymore to be that person. You remember the person who for years claimed to be Mr. Greatness in the Flesh, the man who for years laid claim to being even better than James Corbin, better than Deacon Kane, names that others have seemed to forget, you made others, even yourself, believe that it was true. Where is that person John, Where is that fire, that desire to be the best. Am I talking to that person, or am I talking to the biggest pussy in the world?
Before John can answer the call is disconnected.
Maybe, just maybe it's time for me to return home.
A smile comes across the face of the former Champion as the scene fades out.
John: Well if this isn't quite the surprise
Voice: How's retirement?
Who said I was retired? Just because I haven't been around in a while doesn't make me retired, does it?
Voice: Well to some it does, but me I'm not quite sure. Are you looking to come back to us, John?
Hadn't put much thought into it, I've been too busy with my family, you know the family that I put on hold while I made you money, lots of money.
I know you did. You made me and the company lots of money, that's why I'm calling, we need you John, we're floundering here and we need a big shot at competing
You don't need me you have....
John is cut off mid-sentence
No one John, that's who we have. We need you, we need you to return to your old self-inflating form John. Come back to us, be the fucking Big Shot you used to be. Come back and return to your cocky self-promoting self John, or do you not have it in you anymore to be that person. You remember the person who for years claimed to be Mr. Greatness in the Flesh, the man who for years laid claim to being even better than James Corbin, better than Deacon Kane, names that others have seemed to forget, you made others, even yourself, believe that it was true. Where is that person John, Where is that fire, that desire to be the best. Am I talking to that person, or am I talking to the biggest pussy in the world?
Before John can answer the call is disconnected.
Maybe, just maybe it's time for me to return home.
A smile comes across the face of the former Champion as the scene fades out.
