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Post by William James on Jun 18, 2010 2:00:05 GMT -5
Sitting in his locker room, WJ is seen sitting on a bench, looking down at the AWF World title, as it lays across his lap.
In a time where he should be consumed with 'pride and accomplishment'... other thoughts are running thru his mind, like never before.
While he sits here... 'crowned' AWF World Champion... he DIDN'T feel like one at all. He has become... one of them.
One of those who let the matches come to him... relying on the 'booking committee' instead of himself... letting 'fate' rest in someone else's hands.
In a time when he should be 'reminding' everyone... what he's been saying all along... DID finally happen... he finds himself, sitting on this bench... he for once, surprisingly, having nothing to say.
Looking back at his past month... loss after loss... to relative 'jobbers', in his mind... only winning the ONE match that counted... then, shortly after... 'jobbing' once again to Brandon Dubaine... of all people.
Not only that... the 'show' after the match with Dubaine... angered him to no end... but, what was done... is DONE. No turning back now...
Time to move on... and speak his mind, like he always has... prove that holding THIS championship wasn't some 'fluke'... the 'old' William James needed to show his face, once again... or THIS was gonna be a VERY short run... with the title HE set out to win... a short run was something HE couldn't stand to see happen... HE WAS BETTER THAN THAT!!
Now came the time... to PROVE it! *camera fades*
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