Post by “The Saint” Johnny Eden on Jun 7, 2024 9:06:58 GMT -5
“Tessa, take the puff piece and shoot it to Paramount +, they’ll love the nod to a local food truck and shite. I need to give the champ and challenger my undivided attention.” Johnny hangs his phone up and he adds weights to a dumbbell.
“Ladies, I’m here at the gym today to burn through those delicious fish and chips, but that’s the price I was willing to pay… And that’s the difference between you girls and me, isn’t it? I know what it means to sacrifice to get the good things in life… I don’t over indulge like our good friend, Mercedes, huh? I don’t over stretch myself trying to grab up every piece of gold, tarnishing their worth in the process, like Adelaide. I came to Action Wrestling because I wanted to prove… No, no, no, I NEEDED to prove that everything I did in the UK was worth a damn. The fans who spent their wages on shows that had my name attached to it were worth something more than a pint and a bloody handshake. Those long nights living in my car, not sure if the booker was going to give me a shot or not. After going viral and climbing my way up to some sort of relevance, I got that call from Action Wrestling offering me a bigger platform. With that platform, I’m going to show the entire world that I am indeed the workhorse this company and this industry desperately needs!” Johnny lays down on the bench and begins to pump away at the bar of weights, lifting them up and popping it down and back up clean.
“I put the work in! I keep my focus! I do it for those who stood behind ME!” Johnny throws the bar back onto the J-hooks and he sits back up.
“I’m not some toothless wonder from the trailer parks of inbred America and I’m far from being some backwashed good-day mate street trash whose claim to fame is demoralizing the strong woman agenda by forming a tag team with Lizzie Hopeless in The Swallowing. You two lasses are made for each other with your shite histories and your god awful upbringings… But I guess that is what makes for great wrestlers, huh? We all escape our shite upbringings and fight our way into something bigger than ourselves. The sad thing is though, only a select few do it by standing with the fans in the crowd who look for the brightness in a world bathed in black… You see, The Saint isn’t just some fancy moniker to throw on a t-shirt. Nah, I got it by all those fans who kept showing up for me when I was at my lowest and they stayed with me to this very moment. This opportunity that has been graced upon me, even after feeling like I let them all down at Havoc.” Johnny’s attention trails off a second, running those mental blows back and then shaking it off.
“I’m not afraid to put the work in and that’s what has gotten me here. You two can say otherwise all you want, the truth of the matter is, I’m coming to Monday Night Clash to rescue that Television Title division from being placed on the back burner by a gold hungry tart. The division needs someone who is going to show up day and night, week after week, ready to defend that title with strength, determination, and perseverance LIKE IT SHOULD BE!” Johnny lays back down and begins another set.
“What does it take? To compete at a champion’s level, Addy? Or hell, I guess Mercedes being the Final AW Women’s Champion may be able to speak some ignorance on the matter, if competing with the perpetual runner up Karlie Nash is enough to build a credible career in Action Wrestling.” Johnny finishes the set and places the bar back on the J-hooks and sits up, wiping the sweat off his face with his towel.
“So what does it take, huh? I’ll tell you, it takes hitting the gym and doing the reps. It takes going to the ring and hitting the ropes. It takes stopping to talk it up with the fans when you’re tired after a long grueling match and assisting with the ring tear down. It takes making those kind of connections that reminds the fans that YOU fight for them and there’s a reason they spend their hard earned money to see a show or match delivered on ONE promise… That they’re going to witness a bright light in a world bathed in black. You two fail to check all the boxes that make you a worthwhile champion for our fans to stand behind… And the fact Adelaide holds a chokehold on multiple championships makes that fact even sadder. Where’s the story there, Addy? You’re either a dominant champion or you're just a whore for gold? Knowing you, you’d wear both badges with pride, so why bother asking, right? In your mind, you’re too good for this game… No one challenges you… But I’m here to say, I’m your biggest challenge yet and I’m not showing up at Clash without the fortitude to see that Television title ripped from your cold dead fingers… The moment that count of 3 sounds, the entire arena is going to rejoice that their Saint has shown the world that their workhorse is ready to run with that Television Title division placed firmly on his back! Because it sure as hell isn’t going to be Mercedes leading that charge and it’s about time someone relieved you of the backbreaking burden of carrying three different divisions. I’m sorry to say it, but you know it to be true whether you’d like to admit it or not… Your levee is about to break and you’re going to wash away with it. It’s your turn to bear witness to London’s Best Export having their hand raised while you walk away in shame.”