Post by John Champa on Oct 22, 2015 12:26:38 GMT -6
When it’s all on the line, who will be the one to step up and fight? When it’s all on the line, when the ship is sinking, who will be the one to restore the balance? Restore buoyancy? Restore Pride?
A still bloodied Champa, sits in the locker-room, after his match with Sean Locke. Bloodied, yet still with a smile on his face.
When it’s all on the line, who do you want as the face of your franchise? Tonight, while I didn’t get a pin on Sean, I still proved just how much of a master of my craft I am. The build up to this match was a master piece by me. Every calculated move, every execution of steps was all to show that I am still in the head of every single globalstar on the roster. Locke will never admit that I got the better of him, how can he? This is a guy who prides himself on keeping his composure but yet every time…..EVERY TIME he steps into the ring with me I bring out the monster in him. I bring out the Sean Locke that he wishes never existed but yet has to exist.
The Sean Locke that busted me open tonight, and the Sean Locke that busted me open many moons ago, is the Sean Locke that needs to remain in the open if he has any hope of survival in this business. We can acknowledge the fans exist, but the moment you allow them to dictate how far you are willing to go is the moment you fail. Every fan has his place, every fan knows his place and his place isn’t to dictate the direction of any Globalstar…especially John Champa.
Some people show up here just for a freakin’ pay check, those same people are no longer walking around the halls of Ground Zero. Those same people thought they were above reproach, they thought they were untouchable, unconquerable, and unbeatable but I proved them all wrong. There isn’t a single globalstar whose shoulders I haven’t pinned to the mat and when it’s all said and done I will be the one standing tall, standing proud.
The blood continues to trickle down the forehead of the former Champion, as medics try and tend to the Big Shot.
Rugged, durable, dependable, and charismatic are all great qualities of a Champion, a champion with pride. I have been all those things during my time on this earth and it won’t stop now. This place needs a rugged champion, this place needs someone dependable to lead it back to prominence and here I stand waiting, willing and damn prepared to once again run with the ball.
This new kid, Joshua something or another hopes to one day be even half the man that I am. He hopes that he can even attain a fraction of the success that I’ve tasted, beat just one of the people I’ve defeated and hold just one of the championships that I’ve made famous. A man once boasted to the world that “To be the man, you have to beat the man” you may have beaten Killjoy but doesn’t make you anywhere near being the man. Prove yourself worthy of being in the ring with me boy.
I’m the future, I’m the past, I’m Ground Zero….I am Mr. Greatness in the flesh.
The scene fades out as John pushes the medics away and walks out.
A still bloodied Champa, sits in the locker-room, after his match with Sean Locke. Bloodied, yet still with a smile on his face.
When it’s all on the line, who do you want as the face of your franchise? Tonight, while I didn’t get a pin on Sean, I still proved just how much of a master of my craft I am. The build up to this match was a master piece by me. Every calculated move, every execution of steps was all to show that I am still in the head of every single globalstar on the roster. Locke will never admit that I got the better of him, how can he? This is a guy who prides himself on keeping his composure but yet every time…..EVERY TIME he steps into the ring with me I bring out the monster in him. I bring out the Sean Locke that he wishes never existed but yet has to exist.
The Sean Locke that busted me open tonight, and the Sean Locke that busted me open many moons ago, is the Sean Locke that needs to remain in the open if he has any hope of survival in this business. We can acknowledge the fans exist, but the moment you allow them to dictate how far you are willing to go is the moment you fail. Every fan has his place, every fan knows his place and his place isn’t to dictate the direction of any Globalstar…especially John Champa.
Some people show up here just for a freakin’ pay check, those same people are no longer walking around the halls of Ground Zero. Those same people thought they were above reproach, they thought they were untouchable, unconquerable, and unbeatable but I proved them all wrong. There isn’t a single globalstar whose shoulders I haven’t pinned to the mat and when it’s all said and done I will be the one standing tall, standing proud.
The blood continues to trickle down the forehead of the former Champion, as medics try and tend to the Big Shot.
Rugged, durable, dependable, and charismatic are all great qualities of a Champion, a champion with pride. I have been all those things during my time on this earth and it won’t stop now. This place needs a rugged champion, this place needs someone dependable to lead it back to prominence and here I stand waiting, willing and damn prepared to once again run with the ball.
This new kid, Joshua something or another hopes to one day be even half the man that I am. He hopes that he can even attain a fraction of the success that I’ve tasted, beat just one of the people I’ve defeated and hold just one of the championships that I’ve made famous. A man once boasted to the world that “To be the man, you have to beat the man” you may have beaten Killjoy but doesn’t make you anywhere near being the man. Prove yourself worthy of being in the ring with me boy.
I’m the future, I’m the past, I’m Ground Zero….I am Mr. Greatness in the flesh.
The scene fades out as John pushes the medics away and walks out.
