Praise The Lord!

by Chris Proudfoot Mon Aug 12, 2019 2:37 am

Proudfoot enters his Church, his home. His NEW International Championship across his shoulder. He falls to his knees infront of a statue of Chris.The match , The war was grueling. He lays his champions at Christs feet and speaks

Seven long years, Seven years doing this. I have fought and clawed, I have Sinned, And I have been forgiven. I have worshipped, I have prayed. Now it all pays off.

Proudfoot looks at his Championship. HIS Championship and smirks

Thank you Lord, Thank you for bestowing this upon me, For giving me the Strength I needed.

For as long as I can remember I never felt good enough, I had won Tag Team Championships elsewhere. But never have I had the strength to do it alone, To walk out with a belt of My own.

When I came to you Lord I was but a broken man, My drug addiction had corrupted me, My life had fallen apart. You picked me up Lord, you saved My soul. In return I bring you this. How fitting it is that I took it from the hands of one of the biggest sinners I know. What a fitting end it was to Shay Hoxtons Reign.

So long ago it feels like I won my first Tag Team Championship from a team He led. Now years later I win my First Singles Championship for the man himself. That's all he is, A man. Now because of you, I have become something more.

Proudfoot grabs his championship from the ground, places it back over his shoulder and walks out of the church