Post by John Champa on Jul 5, 2015 2:51:19 GMT -6
Soul Searching, good old fashioned Soul Searching….
The face of a smiling John Champa breaks the darkness, as the scene fades in to John sitting on a bench in a workout room.
That’s what I’ve been doing for all these months, for those of you who care which isn’t anyone. I was never the most well like person around here, nor did I ever care to be. I just went out and did what I do best and that’s prove why I am, and will always be the best in the ring. Call it delusional if you will, borderline psychotic if you must, but the fact still remains that my name is etched in the rich history of Ground Zero Wrestling, and when it’s all said and done I can say that I did it my way and didn’t sell out just to hear a few fans scream my name.
This place has changed a lot since I’ve been gone, Jon Kellar has decided to have one last hurrah for old time sake. I never liked that kid, but hey, what does my opinion matter. All I am is Gzw’s cash cow, and yea I know you people will be quick to gear up, gather fuel repellant and try and put out the fire that is John Champa. It’s a given that the rest of you “boys” will be quick on the draw to try and tell the masses just how much bullshit I just spat out, but the fact still remains that none of you are better than me.
Ground Zero was on its last leg, I mean door closing last leg, when they did what they knew they had to and that was give me a phone call and practically beg for my return. You know it’s a bad year when Sean Locke of all people is still dangling around the Main Event level and Alex Cross still believes that he’s Championship material and Leon still jockeying for power. Me, I was never one who craved power, it was just given to me. This place reached out to me and begged me to come and rescue them from the bottomless pit that is sucking the life out of this place.
I think I’m inclined to do.
John wipes the sweat from his forehead as he gathers his workout bag.
Everyone knows why I’m here. I want back what was taken from me those many years ago, but before that I have some unfinished business with those who are unworthy to be called “Main Event Talent”. You know who you are, you prance around these halls actually believing that you should be able to call yourself a Champion, a Champion of the People no less. This spark that you feel you ignite is nothing but hogwash. You aren’t worthy to be anywhere near the Main Event, hell none of those three involved deserve it, but you even less. You know who you are and at Heatwave I will make sure that my message is heard.
Mr. Greatness in the Flesh will once again reign supreme.
The scene fades out.
The face of a smiling John Champa breaks the darkness, as the scene fades in to John sitting on a bench in a workout room.
That’s what I’ve been doing for all these months, for those of you who care which isn’t anyone. I was never the most well like person around here, nor did I ever care to be. I just went out and did what I do best and that’s prove why I am, and will always be the best in the ring. Call it delusional if you will, borderline psychotic if you must, but the fact still remains that my name is etched in the rich history of Ground Zero Wrestling, and when it’s all said and done I can say that I did it my way and didn’t sell out just to hear a few fans scream my name.
This place has changed a lot since I’ve been gone, Jon Kellar has decided to have one last hurrah for old time sake. I never liked that kid, but hey, what does my opinion matter. All I am is Gzw’s cash cow, and yea I know you people will be quick to gear up, gather fuel repellant and try and put out the fire that is John Champa. It’s a given that the rest of you “boys” will be quick on the draw to try and tell the masses just how much bullshit I just spat out, but the fact still remains that none of you are better than me.
Ground Zero was on its last leg, I mean door closing last leg, when they did what they knew they had to and that was give me a phone call and practically beg for my return. You know it’s a bad year when Sean Locke of all people is still dangling around the Main Event level and Alex Cross still believes that he’s Championship material and Leon still jockeying for power. Me, I was never one who craved power, it was just given to me. This place reached out to me and begged me to come and rescue them from the bottomless pit that is sucking the life out of this place.
I think I’m inclined to do.
John wipes the sweat from his forehead as he gathers his workout bag.
Everyone knows why I’m here. I want back what was taken from me those many years ago, but before that I have some unfinished business with those who are unworthy to be called “Main Event Talent”. You know who you are, you prance around these halls actually believing that you should be able to call yourself a Champion, a Champion of the People no less. This spark that you feel you ignite is nothing but hogwash. You aren’t worthy to be anywhere near the Main Event, hell none of those three involved deserve it, but you even less. You know who you are and at Heatwave I will make sure that my message is heard.
Mr. Greatness in the Flesh will once again reign supreme.
The scene fades out.
