Post by John Champa on Jul 29, 2015 20:38:14 GMT -6
How dare you leave me hanging, Sean. You owe me, and I intend on collecting.
The former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, sits fuming that his challenge was not accepted by The Spark. John throws clothes into his suitcase and slams the lid shut.
You liar! you perverter of the truth. How dare you lie to your fans Sean, HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME. I remember when you told me that you would face me on any stage, I remember when you told me that you would step into the ring with me any time and any place. Do you remember those words, Sean? I do.
I remember many years ago, when I brought out the rage, the anger and the hatred that was buried deep down inside of you, I remember you mouthing off telling your fans that you would never run from a challenge issued by John Champa. You told those idiots, which you cater to, that you would fight me anytime anywhere and that you weren’t scared of me. You promised them that no matter the stage, anytime a challenge was issued, that you would rise to the occasion and you would overcome the odds and walk out victorious. I admired the fight in you, back then. I admired the fact that you would not be denied, that you would not be turned away…..BACK THEN. Back then you were full of life, back then you were full of spirit, the fighting spirit, that you fans came to know and love about you. Back then you stepped up to the plate, and though you were knocked down quite a bit, you fought until the end….BACK THEN.
But now, THE HERE AND NOW you cowered behind the curtains. You were issued a challenge and you failed to show up. Your fans won’t remember the BACK THEN Sean Locke, no they will only remember the HERE AND NOW Sean Locke. The here and now Sean Locke was to chicken shit to step into the ring with his greatest nemesis. The man, who wants to destroy the legacy of the Spark. The man who seeks to destroy the very being of Sean Locke and you refused, no you BITCHED OUT to my challenge. I told you all you had to do was meet me in the center of the ring and we could hash out our differences there. I told you all you had to do was fight me, Sean, fight me but you were too much of a bitch to show up. Instead what do you do, you sent out some Trouble Trax trainee, a fucking lackey, to do your bidding and you got that boy hurt.
When you refused me, when you DENIED me what’s rightfully mine, my GODDAMN Vengeance you left me with no other choice, but to let you know that your message was heard loud and clear. When you failed to do your duty as a Wrestler, as a Man, and show up for a challenge, you told me that you didn’t give two shits about me. When you sent out Nate Dawg you spat in the face of a former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion. You spat in my fucking face Sean. I had to make sure that my message was, too, equally heard.
John, grabs his jacket, lying near by and begins to put it on, before checking his cell phone for missed messages.
I told you that you weren’t fit to be involved in the Main Event, and if you had just answered the fucking challenge, I was willing to let that slide. But no, you denied me a fight, so I had to take the fight to you. I waiting until the perfect time to deliver my message. You were inches away from walking out the Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, your second reign, but I had other plans for you. I wanted you to, once again, have that rage, anger and hatred boiling deep inside your bones. I wanted you to feel what I felt when you didn’t show up for our meeting. Your silence tells me everything that I need to know. Come the next event I’m sure you’ll be there…..so will I and we will try this one more time. This time Sean if you deny me…I’ll end you once and for all. Fight me Sean, fight me YOU SON OF A BITCH.. Here I stand Sean, come get me.
Oh and by the way Leon….you’re welcome.
The scene fades out.
The former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, sits fuming that his challenge was not accepted by The Spark. John throws clothes into his suitcase and slams the lid shut.
You liar! you perverter of the truth. How dare you lie to your fans Sean, HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME. I remember when you told me that you would face me on any stage, I remember when you told me that you would step into the ring with me any time and any place. Do you remember those words, Sean? I do.
I remember many years ago, when I brought out the rage, the anger and the hatred that was buried deep down inside of you, I remember you mouthing off telling your fans that you would never run from a challenge issued by John Champa. You told those idiots, which you cater to, that you would fight me anytime anywhere and that you weren’t scared of me. You promised them that no matter the stage, anytime a challenge was issued, that you would rise to the occasion and you would overcome the odds and walk out victorious. I admired the fight in you, back then. I admired the fact that you would not be denied, that you would not be turned away…..BACK THEN. Back then you were full of life, back then you were full of spirit, the fighting spirit, that you fans came to know and love about you. Back then you stepped up to the plate, and though you were knocked down quite a bit, you fought until the end….BACK THEN.
But now, THE HERE AND NOW you cowered behind the curtains. You were issued a challenge and you failed to show up. Your fans won’t remember the BACK THEN Sean Locke, no they will only remember the HERE AND NOW Sean Locke. The here and now Sean Locke was to chicken shit to step into the ring with his greatest nemesis. The man, who wants to destroy the legacy of the Spark. The man who seeks to destroy the very being of Sean Locke and you refused, no you BITCHED OUT to my challenge. I told you all you had to do was meet me in the center of the ring and we could hash out our differences there. I told you all you had to do was fight me, Sean, fight me but you were too much of a bitch to show up. Instead what do you do, you sent out some Trouble Trax trainee, a fucking lackey, to do your bidding and you got that boy hurt.
When you refused me, when you DENIED me what’s rightfully mine, my GODDAMN Vengeance you left me with no other choice, but to let you know that your message was heard loud and clear. When you failed to do your duty as a Wrestler, as a Man, and show up for a challenge, you told me that you didn’t give two shits about me. When you sent out Nate Dawg you spat in the face of a former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion. You spat in my fucking face Sean. I had to make sure that my message was, too, equally heard.
John, grabs his jacket, lying near by and begins to put it on, before checking his cell phone for missed messages.
I told you that you weren’t fit to be involved in the Main Event, and if you had just answered the fucking challenge, I was willing to let that slide. But no, you denied me a fight, so I had to take the fight to you. I waiting until the perfect time to deliver my message. You were inches away from walking out the Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, your second reign, but I had other plans for you. I wanted you to, once again, have that rage, anger and hatred boiling deep inside your bones. I wanted you to feel what I felt when you didn’t show up for our meeting. Your silence tells me everything that I need to know. Come the next event I’m sure you’ll be there…..so will I and we will try this one more time. This time Sean if you deny me…I’ll end you once and for all. Fight me Sean, fight me YOU SON OF A BITCH.. Here I stand Sean, come get me.
Oh and by the way Leon….you’re welcome.
The scene fades out.
