Post by John Champa on Nov 9, 2015 21:12:35 GMT -6
Allow me to introduce you……
The Former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion sits at a table at a local diner, waiting to order. He nibbles on a roll and sips on, his mix of sweet tea and lemonade.
Introducing, John Champa’s next victim, a local jobber by the name of Joshua Dane.
Tamer, I mean Joshua, you liked that didn’t you…oh you didn’t well either way it doesn’t matter. You’re approaching this match as if it’s going to be this heavyweight fight where the fighters go blow for blow, sorry to disappoint you but it ain’t gonna be that type of fight.
The fans…your fans, know you don’t stand a chance against me. The fans, your fans, are already sending Ground Zero headquarters hate mail because they paired you against me in the brackets. They have given up on you, but me…I see potential in you. You’re young, you’re just breaking into the business…..oh I’m sorry you’ve been in the business a long time producing such hits as Tamer goes to rehab and Tamer’s rebirth, and the failed rebirth of Joshua Dane.
This rebirth of Tamer under a different persona is gonna be just like the rest. Remember the rebirth of Jimmy Williams aka Jason Thomason aka Big Country aka That other guy. Or how about the rebirth of Seven as Calvin Johnson, all of them had one thing in common they are all now on the inactive roster, the unemployment line because they couldn’t cut it here. The moment someone feels the need to change a name, an appearance or in your case a fucking gimmick they just need to hang up their boots.
Give it up Tamer, you’re not cut out to stand across the ring from me, hell you’re not even good enough to lace my damn boots. But I’m always in a giving mood. My first offer to you is to give you a change to just forfeit the match and save the embarrassment of having to show up and get your ass kicked…well on second thought it may do you some good to once again get your ass kicked by me.
You, just like every other person in this tournament not named John Champa, is hoping, begging and praying that your God allows you to achieve a childhood dream of being the Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion. Me…I don’t need to pray because I’m just that damn good and I already know that I’m going to be the last man standing, why? Who else can Ground Zero call upon to carry it’s banner, and who better that Mr. Greatness in the Flesh….John Champa.
So allow me to introduce to you Gzw's ONLY option and it's new Ground Zero2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, "The Big Shot" John Champa
The scene fades out as the waiter walks up to the table.
The Former Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion sits at a table at a local diner, waiting to order. He nibbles on a roll and sips on, his mix of sweet tea and lemonade.
Introducing, John Champa’s next victim, a local jobber by the name of Joshua Dane.
Tamer, I mean Joshua, you liked that didn’t you…oh you didn’t well either way it doesn’t matter. You’re approaching this match as if it’s going to be this heavyweight fight where the fighters go blow for blow, sorry to disappoint you but it ain’t gonna be that type of fight.
The fans…your fans, know you don’t stand a chance against me. The fans, your fans, are already sending Ground Zero headquarters hate mail because they paired you against me in the brackets. They have given up on you, but me…I see potential in you. You’re young, you’re just breaking into the business…..oh I’m sorry you’ve been in the business a long time producing such hits as Tamer goes to rehab and Tamer’s rebirth, and the failed rebirth of Joshua Dane.
This rebirth of Tamer under a different persona is gonna be just like the rest. Remember the rebirth of Jimmy Williams aka Jason Thomason aka Big Country aka That other guy. Or how about the rebirth of Seven as Calvin Johnson, all of them had one thing in common they are all now on the inactive roster, the unemployment line because they couldn’t cut it here. The moment someone feels the need to change a name, an appearance or in your case a fucking gimmick they just need to hang up their boots.
Give it up Tamer, you’re not cut out to stand across the ring from me, hell you’re not even good enough to lace my damn boots. But I’m always in a giving mood. My first offer to you is to give you a change to just forfeit the match and save the embarrassment of having to show up and get your ass kicked…well on second thought it may do you some good to once again get your ass kicked by me.
You, just like every other person in this tournament not named John Champa, is hoping, begging and praying that your God allows you to achieve a childhood dream of being the Gzw2k1 World Heavyweight Champion. Me…I don’t need to pray because I’m just that damn good and I already know that I’m going to be the last man standing, why? Who else can Ground Zero call upon to carry it’s banner, and who better that Mr. Greatness in the Flesh….John Champa.
So allow me to introduce to you Gzw's ONLY option and it's new Ground Zero2k1 World Heavyweight Champion, "The Big Shot" John Champa
The scene fades out as the waiter walks up to the table.
