Scene One: The Dichotomy of Good and Evil
(October 23, 2008) 3:35M EST

( ( ( The scene opens inside of an empty, dimly lit gym. Weight-lifting equipment occupies much of the right side of the room with virtually any machine you would need to build muscle on. The camera passes over shadow after shadow of the machines before reaching a large padded area, most likely used for stretching and cardiovascular activities. The camera then takes us further into the dimly lit gym. The camera looks up from the ground to show ring skirts, displaying the name "Joseph Johnson" in green text. "The Only" picks up in the background and the camera moves up a man that is all to familiar to the world of wrestling. Because standing in the center of the ring in this dimly lit gym is the innovator of excellence, Joseph Johnson. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson It's been a long time. A real long time. People don't even remember the name Joseph Johnson anymore; perhaps too long a time then. I'm only 26, but I lived a career already. I've broken my bones... and I've torn my muscles. I tested my will here and there. I've battled and lost, struggled and won. Wrestling was in my blood from the start of it all. But maybe I lost too much, had too many transfusions or some sort. I lost that passion for the squared circle, as they call it. It's a mystery to me. I lived this sport. I breathed it. Every morning I woke up my lungs were full of suplexes and headlocks. My heart was full of butterflies for it. My brain was full of cobwebs though, and that's a whole other story. Maybe it was the metal rod in my arm? The surgically repaired cartilage in my knees? And my foot? Or how bout all the glue I used when I couldn't afford stitches? Is it all Elmar's fault? Or was it the cobwebs in my head again? It's not like I sniffed the glue, I just used it to stop my splitting forehead from hemorrhaging? Did I just say hemorrhaging? I warned you about the cobwebs. Maybe it was all the pussy? Women can really ruin passion. Was it April; the girl with the fake boobs named Shannon and Sarah? I did a lot with her, hell I even stole a a boat. Not just a boat, a Navy aircaft carrier. But what about Victoria? The wife who took everything from me in a divorce, lied about getting an abortion, and gave birth to my bastard son without telling me? Only to one day appear on my doorstep with said bastard child. That would do it, but I had wrestling flowing through my veins. Cobwebs could counter blood I suppose, especially with bastard sons and bitch wives. I stole a boat with her too. A sailboat? A canoe. That's right, it was a canoe. No, wait, it was an Aircraft carrier and I sank that one too. Pretty sure she screwed the police that time to clear our names. For the record, she didn't really give birth to my bastard son, but it wouldn't surprise me. Could it be Koryn; the love of my life who I've nailed more times than a carpenter nailsnails.... Did that make sense? It's hard to remember her face, but if it's anything like those boobs I'm sure I'm in heaven. Other than her, i got with a ton of girls. I think I got with a Samantha too, but really, aren't all Samanthas easy anyway? That said, there were other girls. I remember a Virginia, and not the state. Pretty sure she was a one nighter. Had a lot of those. I remember her? Must have been good. Be real, I've been with a couple hundred. It's not like me to even remember these days. It's like I put up a net of cobwebs in my brain to protect me from my past. I need to let it out... Perfect. I need a shower. Gotta wash away my sins.

( ( ( Joseph Johnson clearly has been dealing with a lot of issues. Too many years in the ring and hits on the head have deprived him of much of his memory. All of the memories are in tact in his head, but the pain to find these memories is too much for this shell of his once self to overcome. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson My story is a long one, maybe longer than some of you would like. You don't need to hear all of it, to truly understand why I am the way I am you need only a small portion. It's been a long time since I've stood in a ring, even a practice ring. I've broken a lot of bones and damaged even more muscles in these things. I've had busted knees, torn triceps, broken arms, but never a broken spirit. At least not one during my career. It was the events following my career that ruined that. I haven't wrestled in years, but the events that took place in wrestling have had greater effect on the past four years of my life than they ever did when I actually wrestled. Some things would probably be better forgotten, but there is no way to forget them. It doesn't matter how much wine you drink or how many women you take to your bed, these events will be with us for the rest of our lives. It has been a long time. I need to get some. You need to hear this. Need to get on track here. Haven't got all day, it's almost Halloween. Fight the wocbebs. I butchered that one. Anyway. I was going to challenge Shawn Winters for the World Title at Stairway to Heaven. I earned that right in a Ladder Match against Donovan Maxwell at SummerSlam, but I broke my arm. They had to put a metal plate in my arm, which in turn led me to enter one of my many retirements.... Ladder matches were never my thing anyway, I've always been a pinfall or submission kind of guy. Ok, that's a lie. I've only lost one extreme match in my life and I find myself with an odd love for the Elimination Chamber. Even so, I'm a mat based wrestler. I specialize at chain wrestling, but my true love is the suplex. I've perfected over 65 variations in the past 7 years. I'd say I'm good then. Koryn can only do a riding suplex or at least she can ride me. Why do I say such things? Why doesn't God give me a wake up call? Why doesn't her just knock away the pain?

( ( ( Johnson does a super kick to the air and then falls down in pain on his back. He remembers all of the good and bad times he has found himself on his back looking up, sometimes at women, other times at lights shining back at him, blinding his soul. He slowly stands and then walks over the one of the corners in the ring. He sits on the top turnbuckle and turns off his stereo, which had been playing "The Only" by Static X very faintly in the background. He looks into the camera, eyes glazed over. The camera looks back at him, deep into his eyes searching through his soul to find what ails him. His eyes most closely resemble pain, not physical pain, but emotional. It's as if not just one, not just two, but three or more pieces of this man's life are missing. We can only assume wrestling is one of these things, but what of the other two or more? ) ) )

Joseph Johnson I failed them all. My friends. I failed them...

( ( ( Johnson stares into the camera with his eyes now showing ever and ever more pain and agony. It's as if he wants to cry, but can't. He looks away and shakes his head. He turns back to the camera, this time showing no pain, showing no agony... he has a sinister stare now. One of confidence, one of intensity, but is it a lie? A mask? ) ) )

Joseph Johnson WWE Desire was the last organization I ever competed in, but there is so much more to the story than just that one place. Extreme Wrestling Federation. Xtreme World Wrestling. Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Xtreme Championship Wrestling. Internet Wrestling Entertainment. Maximum Impact Wrestling. Xtreme Wrestling Federation numero dos. Xtreme Wrestling Entertainment. So many others besides Koryn. And yes, I lied, Desire came before XWF dos and XWE, but it may have been the most important of them all in terms of my story. Yes, that's a lie too. How can you tell my tale without EWF, XCW, and WWE? The three organizations in which I was arguably the biggest name to ever compete in? But like I told you before, no one knows the name Joseph Johnson anymore. Not the little kid afraid to shit in school. Not the gothic bitch doing heroin in the stairwell. Not the jock with the baby sized dick that he doesn't want you to know about. Not even the cheer leader who's had three abortions before senior year. Or the old guy at the comic book store just waiting to tell you everything wrong with the X-Men trilogy. There's one man in my story who at times plays my greatest accomplice, but discreetly plays my biggest foe as well. That man's name is Shaun Cabalar, my best friend in and out of the ring. But also, as I said my biggest opponent. We have only opposed each other one time, but I credit an unspoken antagonism for making us both who we are. We were friends before we were wreslters, some say that's the only way to make friends. The wrestling industry gives you acquaintances, not friends.

( ( ( Johnson pauses, reflecting back on his past once again. Thinking about all the people who have come and gone in wrestling, but only two have truly remained, the one being his girlfriend Koryn, the other being his long-time friend Shaun Cabalar. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Shaun and I first competed in EWF. I was European Champion there on two occasions, as well as the Royal Rumble winner and a Tag Team Champion, but not with Shaun, which is one reason this rivalry began, I'm sure. Soon I became World Champion. At the same time I was winning the World Title and winning an award for the Most Improved Wrestler of the Year, Shaun was winning an award for Worst Wrestler of the Year. I didn't like seeing that happen to him, but I think he looks back and on it and was happy for me, though on another level he was angry. Not jealous, but angry at himself for not being at my level yet, although honestly back then he still had trouble lacing his boots... still does. Left then right. Even though I was only champion for three weeks, I was the top dog and everybody had me picked to be the first two time champion... no body could remember if Shaun was still around. I did win the title back the week before WreslteMania, but of course the main event was already set so I had to give it back. That angered me enough to leave the organization and pursue other options. Options that would take us to opposite ends of the spectrum. He stayed in the community while I distanced myself from that part of wrestling. From time to time though, we would reunite and fight on the same side of the ring. On some levels, while fighting together we were actually trying to outperform the other. Pushing each other to be the very best at what we do. We could have been the greatest tag team the world of wrestling had ever known, but we chose to seek individual goals. However, we did manage to hold those covetive Tag Team Championships one time in MIW.

( ( ( Johnson pauses and looks up at the rafters. He can almost see the moment he and Shaun won the Tag Team Championship. He can relive the moment in his mind. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson We promised each other when we entered MIW that we would not leave until we held tag team gold. It only took us three weeks. In three matches, we rung up seven victims. Two others chose not to wrestle us, apparently they forgot how to wrestle or something. That was enough to make us number one contenders to the champions, who honestly you're better off not hearing their names. So anyway, we earned the right to face D-BO and Spot in a Street Fight for the titles. Forgot to censor their names. My oops. We won the match handily. So effortlessly that no one really wanted to face us anymore. The entire locker room believed we would hold every championship within a month or two. They were smoking the Cannibus, literally... he was a guy in MIW. We never intended on winning single titles in MIW. However, we made friends while we were there. We met a disgusting and sexuality questioned man named Jeronimo, who at the time worked at McDonalds. We made a wrestler out of him. We also had Shaun's long time ally Jason Madison, who was nice enough to job to half the federation and really weaken our gimic. And then we had a monster. A colossus by the name of Shawn Payne. Shawn Payne could have easily taken out half the roster just by looking at them, but he was too busy distracting himself. First he had to kill his parents on national television, then he had to have a ritual where he put the skulls of his now deceased parents on sticks and pray to the devil himself. Then he had to dig up dead bodies. I tried to keep a close eye on him, but he was just too creepy. Eh, I got him to kill my ex-wife though with no questions asked so I guess it wasn't all for naught. We called ourselves the Natural Born Thrillers, NBT for short. And trust me, we had one of every kind of wrestler you'll ever see and boy were we dysfuntional. We made one friend in MIW, the owner Maxx. It wasn't that he was a friend really, it was that he had respect for us, which in turn we had mutual respect for him. When MIW closed it's door because of Cannibus spreading through the locker room, Maxx became an unofficial member of NBT and followed us to No Mercy Wrestling. He became World Champion while Shaun became Intercontinental Champion. nMw was too small for us. Around the time we left nMw we were really starting to make our mark on the industry. We went to XWF numero dos for a few weeks before they took summer break. I officially retired at XWF Xtreme Mania 3. I had not lost in over a year and was bored, but Shaun had more in his tank so he went to WWE Desire. NBT joined a faction so prominent in wrestling it was considered godly... High Definition, founded by Shadow, Blaze, and Matt Jackson, a three time winner in the Extreme World Tournament. And when I say world I mean from all the wrestling business in the world combined. A tournament for the best of the best, a tournament I only can dream of participating in. However, for most of my career up to this point I was a big time wrestler in small time corporations, I was unheard of and not invited.

( ( ( Joseph looks at a banner in his gym. It shows us 16 wrestlers, all of which composed High Defintion, but as glorious as High Definition was, NBT would be it's greatest downfall. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Matt Jackson, Shadow, Blaze, Shawn Hardy, Spike, Carnage, Mike Anderson, Eric Johnson, Jonathan Sanders, Joseph Johnson, Shaun Cabalar, Jay O'Neil, Shawn Payne, Jeronimo, Ricky Youngblood, and future Extreme World Tournament winner Chris Hunter. No where else could you find this great a group. This was truly a Hall of Fame's Hall of Fame. Anyway, Shaun didn't make friends in WWE Desire and quickly found himself outnumbered 3-1 in a feud with a group of wrestler known simply as Evolution. Myself and Jay O'Neil were called into action. The pawns and newbies always go first. In my first outing in Desire I beat the World Champ one on one. Quickly, and furiously the stage was set for the biggest match of my career. WWE Desire World Champion Violator vs. Joseph Johnson vs. Chad Evans vs. Jay O'Neil vs. Shawn Winters vs. Shaun Cabalar in an Elimination Chamber Match held at the now infamous Jokers Wild Pay-Per-View on July 29, 2004. The match started with Violator and Jay O'Neil. After five minutes Shawn Winters came in, followed by Shaun Cabalar five minutes later. I came in next, but just as I entered Shawn Winters eliminated Jay with his Tears of God. Yes, Shawn Winters was god reincarnated... if you asked him anyway. Within minutes I gave Violator a Jurisdiction off the top rope and pinned him 1, 2, 3, assuring a new champion. Chad Evans then entered the match, making it an even two on two. At one point I pushed Shawn Winters off a chamber and onto the steel, the crowd chanted 'Holy Shit,' but I never had a chance to pin him. By the time I got to him he was moving, so I gave him a belly to belly suplex, smashing his body through the glass chamber. The crowd erupted, fully behind me. I turned around and quickly gave Chad Evans a capture suplex into Shaun and through another glass chamber. More 'Holy Shit' chants went up. Chad Evans was eliminated. It was two on one now. Shaun and I took our sots, we did the job slow and we beat the cobwebs into that sonuvabitches head. Shaun gave him an Overdose off of a chamber and he was there right smack in the middle of the ring. Well it didn't take long before my ass was climbing up that chamber too. Winters was lying there, a broken bloodied mess with his arms out and a dazed look on is ugly little face. It didn't take me long to decide what to do next, I dove off that chamber quicker than a Christinao Ronaldo in the penalty box. I flipped through the air and corkscrewed, landed back first on the bastard, smashing his ribs to smithereens. But my best friend, my ally, my rival surprised me with an Overdose! He went for the pin and that was it. Thinking back on it, I learned a valuable lesson that night... never when you step into that ring have you any allies, not when the World Title is up for grabs. I turned my back on my biggest competitor and that was all a true master of the ring needed and I gave it to him. I think Shaun ended up losing the match, cobwebs, can't remember it. Can't remember losing it myself either... *coughs* Overdose? Shaun ODed on drugs? I think he did, cobwebs mans they're killing me. I'm pretty sure that once I was out of there he went down quicker than Donovan McNabb in the clutch... and I'm an Eagles fan, I think. I'll hit you harder than a Brian Dawkins on oxy cottin.

( ( ( Johnson walks over to the corner of the ring and surveys the gym, as if looking for something. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Prior to the match at Jokers Wild I had done something considered very controversial to the business. In a sense I had spit on all things related to wrestling. I had broken kayfabe and I had disgraced my group of friends. I did something never before done in the industry. It was so bad that I would quickly become the most hated wrestler in the entire world. It had nothing to do with cobwebs, but we had plenty of those. We. I had plenty. I have plenty. Anyway, what was I saying? I'll tell ya, I'm about as incoherent as Jack Sparrow with a barrel or rum. What was I saying? Give me a minute, gotta sort through the cobwebs... sorry. Ah yes, I disgraced all of wrestling. I committed the most unbearable sin known to man... I got drunk. Yes, I got drunk and I became the most hated man in sports entertainment. Although, really I guess it's more than that. I got drunk and actually carried a conversation with Shaun's cat, known simply as Mr. Wiggles. Yeah, so as you can obviously tell I wasn't going to be too well liked after that one. Things in WWE-D cooled off dramatically after that incident. Wrestlers refused to work with a freak show like myself. Somehow, I won the Million Dollar Championship, but to make amends for my past sins with a bottle of Heineken and Mr. Wiggles I laid down the next week and lost the title without challenge. It still took a while to get out of the web house, believe you me... dog* house. I must have a spider feasting on my frontal lobe. Eventually, I earned a #1 Contenders Match against some loser I can't remember the name of. I'm about as bad with names as a prostitute on crack, unless it's a hot cuban chick. I love those. Needless to say I won the match, but it was something later in the night that we would all remember. It was the highly anticipated singles bout between the champion, Shawn Winters, and the challenger, Shaun Cabalar. I had worked hard to ruin it a month before, but this time it was for real. However, that was not as rememberable as the cows... I mean as Shaun's "incident." See, Shaun can do a lot of things and get away with it. I can't even blink on TV without getting yelled at. Shaun blinks all the time! So anyway, before I started thinking of cows I was going to tell you Shaun's great sin. See, Shaun can do a lot of things and get away with it... Oops already told you that. I talked to Shaun's cat. I was at least drunk. Shaun can't say the same thing because he was as sober as the pope on Christmas. Cats are cuddly. What Shaun talked to is neither cute, cuddly, nor nice. He's about as mean as a drill sergeant with a knife up his ass. He is the one, the only... Chucky. No, no, no, I'm not talking about Jon Gruden of Tampa Bay... I'm talking the gut stabbing, throat slashing, possessed piece of plastic shit from those Child's Play movies. Movies? Ha, seeing Shaun in action would make you think they were documentaries. But don't think he stopped there because once he got off of Chucky's dick he started talking to the voices in his head. And not just one voice, not even two, but three different voices. Yeah, so he talks to Chucky and three voices while sober. I talk to a cat when I'm drunk. Who you think got in trouble? Yeah, you guessed it, I did. Shaun lost the match that night, but the entire organization and legion of fans ran to his defense. You could've pissed in my mouth. I just stood there shit faced with my jaw hanging wide open. I couldn't believe it... Never the less, this would be Shaun's last action as a member of High Definition.

( ( ( Joseph looks up at the banner again, this time fixating on Blaze. His sinister stare is gone, replaced by a look at pure unrivaled hatred. At one point, High Definition was a family, but those days are long gone. The only remaining remnants of that faction is a small band of wrestlers. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson I was always an outsider in High Definition. I'm sure a lot of people thought I was only there because of Shaun. I really never talked to Carnage, Jonathan Sanders, Spike, or Ricky Youngblood. I don't think Eric Johnson or Shawn Hardy really thought I was a deserving member of the unit. Chris, probably, thought I belonged. But him and Shaun were two of the few. Eh, I guess Jeronimo and Shawn Payne loved me... Jeronimo humped my mirror and Payne buried his parents in my back yard... love. Shaun and Jay wanted to start their own group. A sub-faction of High Definition, known as Explicit Content (EC). The intent of EC was to be in alliance with HD, but that could never happen with Blaze around. There was no way EC would not happen, and there was no way some of those in HD would let it happen. After a few days of completely useless banter, Explicit Content was formed. It was Shaun Cabalar and Jay O'Neil at the start, but within minutes Chris Hunter joined them. I wanted to retire, I had just injured myself in a ladder match at SummerSlam and was in no mood to compete again. I left HD, but I didn't officially join EC. The four of us (Shaun, Jay, Chris, and I) went on to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Like I said, I had contemplated retirement, but I pulled a Dick Vermeil and returned. I defeated God Knows How Explicit Content member, Shane White to capture the Intercontinental Championship. That would be my last belt to date, and my last fond memory in wrestling.... Actually, I'm lying, I won another belt, but it doesn't pertain to this epic story... So anway, once I defeated Shane White I officially joined Explicit Content and helped kick that bitch to the curb along with his lover boy Cronos. I don't know, apparently the guy thought he was Zeus's daddy. I retired again, pulling another Dick Vermeil. This time I stayed retired, but decided to chairman my own organization, known as no Mercy wrestling. Shawn Hardy would have become World Champion, but nMw wouldn't last long enough. Under constant attack from High Definition, nMw was forced to close it doors. High Definition finally won out, attacking swiftly in the middle of the day, leaving nothing behind but hopes and dreams. Moron that I am, I don't recall explaining everything to the supeerstars. If they weren't Explicit Content then they didn't know.

( ( ( Johnson continues to glare at the image of Blaze. You can see the fire in his eyes and the ice freezing in his veins. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson We were purged into war. I tried to distance myself at the beginning, but there was no where to turn, no escape from this new world of agony and suffering. The casualties would be great, I knew this going in. But I had no idea how personal this battle would get. No one was prepared for it. At the onslaught we had five members in Explicit Content. High Definition's tally had somehow dropped to seven, but EC was about to get it's single greatest addition in history. Three time wrestler of the year Matt Jackson was no doubt an ally to Shaun and Chris, but he had a six year friendship with Shadow and Blaze. He went with what was right. He knew Blaze was fighting for what was wrong. He joined us. If any of this actually happened on television, that would have been the big climax with the huge pop from the crowd. But this was a private battle and for the sake of fans everywhere and for those who were involved and especially for the innocent who were hurt, it would never be known of until now. With their greatest member gone, HD added some other bitch, but I can't remember his name because he was just that... a bitch. The hits would keep coming for HD, Eric Johnson had sympathized with our situation and he would be the next to cross over to EC. A match was scheduled, a five on five tag team elimination, but to be honest a wrestling match would not suffice. This was going to be a battle of who could survive not who could get a pin or a tap out. The arguing continued for weeks and then it all went calm. Matt went away to care for his family and I decided to move my family away and start a new life, which I still stand by my decision to do so. That's one the first of three big incidents occurred. Shaun and Blaze had been in heated argument after heated argument, but finally words were not enough. Shaun destroyed Blaze and we all hoped that would be the end. Blaze never was very smart. He hurt his head when he jumped the border from Mexico, I guess. Blaze's mouth continued to get him in trouble, so Shaun decided it was time to fix that for him, by making it so he couldn't talk. In a brawl that would spill the blood of many, damage the lives of all, and ultimately lead to the biggest tragedy in the HD/EC war, Shaun destroyed the very fiber of Blaze, crippling him for the rest of his continuance. You don't need details, just know that Blaze's life would never be the same and in return many others would have to suffer.

( ( ( Johnson takes his eyes off of Blaze shakes his head in disgust. He drops down on the mat and rolls out of the ring. He heads over to a desk in the corner of the gym, with a small window over it looking out at the beach. He looks out the window and sighs. He opens a desk drawer and pulls out a black marker. With the marker in hand he heads over to the poster. He takes the marker and puts it over Blaze's face, but he doesn't cross it out, not yet. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson It wasn't long after this that the demise of High Definition really materialized. They were about to lose another one of their big kahunas. High Definition was originally created with the blood, sweat, and tears of three men. "The Genesis" Matt Jackson, a three time Extreme World Tournament winner and twenty-six time World Champion, a man that had forged a 392-2-0 record and had already turned his back on his baby High Definition and left for the greener pastures of Explicit Content. Blaze, an insignificant malefactor that had rode Matt Jackson's coat tails for much of his life, or so I now believe, the man who despoiled the dynasty Matt Jackson had put his life into. And Shadow, the only man to ever defeat Matt Jackson. With Matt Jackson already having defected to Explicit Content, and with Blaze currently in a hospital bed, only one of these wrestling lords, and I use that term loosely because Blaze couldn't hold Jeronimo's jock strap... yuck, remained. Shadow knew sticking it out with Blaze had been a mistake. He had lost his best friend and many of his close allies throughout our struggles. It is, in my view, very unfortunate it took Shadow this long to realize where his allegiance should truly have lain. The manifestation of his departure from the faction he fabricated six years prior to the conflict with Explicit Content would be the group's desuetude. With the three kings dispelled from their perch atop High Definition, the entente's last link to its very existence was now gone. While they still had others, such as Mike Anderson, Spike, Carnage, and Shawn Sturgis ala Splurgis, their groundwork had been undone. You can build to the heavens, but without a foundation it will be all for naught. One tremor of the earth, one gust of the wind, one prayer by Shawn Payne, one lick by Jeronimo, one superkick from Eric Johnson, one punch smack in the mouth from Shaun Cabalar... that's all it would take. However... this moment would never come.

( ( ( Johnson moves the marker down across Blaze's face, striking a line through it. He does it again to make an X over the mexican's ugly smile. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Blaze would return. Like a cockroach, the man impervious to God, exiled from heaven, and damned to hell, Blaze would never cease in his expedition to end Explicit Content. He would attack the young, he would attack the innocent. Both figuratively, and physically. Following our greatest tragedy, done at the hands of Blaze himself, there would be no going back for us, no other answer and no way to avoid what must be done. In every essence of the word save for literal, we killed Blaze. We took our turns and we did the job slowly, we decapitated High Definition with one final blow. Blaze will remain a cripple for the rest of is life, which may prove to be short as he sits in a maximum security facility for however long he may live. Obviously, this was a direct result of the tragedy he created.

( ( ( Johnson stares endlessly into the poster on his wall. Blaze's face is now crossed out, but it still doesn't look right to him. He can once again feel the uneasiness he felt throughout most of the year during this epic struggle between good, Explicit Content, and evil, High Definition. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson It's been a long time now, but I still struggle to sleep. If I'm lucky, I'm to bed by 6AM and up by 8:00AM. It's hard on me, but even harder on Koryn. The stuff I've put her through, it's a testament to her love for me... and patience, that she's still around. Anyway, all this has made me realize that I need to take back my life. I need to prove to myself that my wrestling brought joy to this world, not just the agony we all suffered at the hands of Blaze. I do wonder some days, how would High Definition tell my story? Would I be portrayed as a hero? Or a villain? How would society remember me? If the world were to tell my story, what would they say? If they ever do tell my story, let them say that I walked with giants. Let them say I lived by the code. Let them say I fought for all of which I believed in. Let them say I lived in the time of the Chris Hunter, the one true Preeminent being. Let them say I lived in the era of Shaun Cabalar, the Hardcore King. Let them say I lived in a time when good prevailed over all evil. Let them say I lived in the time of Explicit Content. Really though. Can I ever do this again? After knowing what happened after the last time. It's going to be hard to get over that. No, we will never get over it, but we'll get used to it. We just need to find a way...

( ( ( Johnson quickly grabs the poster and rips it off the wall, unveiling an exquisite image of eight men with the words "Explicit Content" underneath them: Jay O'Neil, Shaun Cabalar, Chris Hunter, Joseph Johnson, Shawn Hardy, Matt Jackson, Eric Johnson, and Tyler Robinson "Shadow" ) ) )

Joseph Johnson So now our journey will begin. Our time to rise up from the ashes is near and this time Explicit Content is going to seize the day. If done is the day worth living for, I say it's time we make it worth living for. It's time to rise up. This time there will be no holding back. Our legacy is at hand and the glory of Explicit Content shall be known to all of those who stand before it. Explicit Content's destiny is upon us. And this time, we will not disappoint. All of our lives we have lived by one solid point: "We're not here to follow rules. We're not here to take orders. It's not about the fame, it's not about the titles. Explicit Content is who we are, we make our own rules, we listen to no one, we disband everyone who gets in our way, there's no exceptions, step up to the plate, but be prepared to fail just like the rest." I say now it's time we live up to it. The time for talking is over. No Mercy Wrestling... Explicit Content is upon you!

( ( ( Joseph Johnson finally smiles, after spending the last few years angry, upset, and distraught, finally Explicit Content can overcome the demons that purged it into hell. Finally, this band of wrestlers can pay homage to their past and extend tribute to their present: Explicit Content the New Blood. ) ) )

Height 6' 3"
Weight 231lbs.
Hometown Tampa, Florida
Theme Song "The Only" by Static-X
Date of Birth March 8, 1982
Alignment Neutral/Face
Next Opponents No One

Finisher The Jurisdiction
Trademark Moves The Desensitizer
The Judgment Slam
The Pandemonium

Titles Held EWF World Championship (2x)
EWF European Championship (2x)
EWF Tag Team Championship
XWW World Championship
KGXF World Championship
IWE Intercontinental Championship
XWF World Championship
XCW World Championship (2x)
XCW Intercontinental Championship
XCW United States Championship
XCW Tag Team Championship
XCW Hardcore Championship
MIW Tag Team Championship
WWE World Heavyweight Championship
WWE Million Dollar Championship
XWF Intercontinental Championship
AWE Ironman Championship

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