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John Brooks · (08-12-2014)

Johnathon Wallace Brooks entered stage right into the XWF Promo room. This room is what you'd expect from it. XWF Logo on the back wall, which is a brick wall overlayed with chain link. He stepped in front of the camera, dressed in blue jeans and an A-shirt. Nothing fancy. He was just a kid, in his early twenties looking to make a name for himself. He looked into the camera.

"So yes, I came onto the scene months ago after suffering a failed "gimmick". Said failed gimmick is very discouraging as many of you may know, but here I am. Still standing. Listen folks, I am not going to be some girl-crazy goofball who always gets in trouble because of pussy. No. That's not who I am. So allow me to introduce myself to all of you who had the nerve to say "fuck off" and "he just needs a child support check.""

He rolled his eyes.

"I suppose you ARE entitled to your opinions, no matter how they may differ from the facts."

"The fact of the matter is that my name is Johnathon Brooks, known to my friends and enemies alike as John. When I was sixteen years old, I went over to Japan to train under my idol, Muta. Yes, THE Great Muta. Because growing up, I wasn't about saying my prayers, training, and taking vitamins. No, my motto was "show them you're worth it". I remember staying up night after night as a kid, watching New Japan, admiring the way the moves actually looked REAL."

He thought for a second, then shook his head.

"I guess I could say that I'm not here to make friends. But on the other hand I am not here to make enemies either. So, I guess what I am here for is what every young man like myself is here for. Opportunity, fellas. That's all."

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