A little robin red breast chirped cheerily as he peered through my window. I only noticed the poor guy because I’d actually pulled back the curtains in the living room for a change. For once, I found myself craving to see nature and beauty rather than wanting to murder someone. Ah yes, it truly was a wondrous day.

It felt as if the sun had rose just for me.

“First of all, I’d like to thank…” I proclaimed, before stopping, scratching my head and gently stomping my foot down on the marble floor below. “That opening is so cliché! If there’s one thing Collins taught me – it was about originality.”

Originality is something I’ve never really given a great deal of thought to, as well. Usually, I left all the pondering and analysis with Shawn, but he’s not around as much as he used to be… and that kind of makes me sad. Still, after beating Pericolo, I truly believed that I was my own person. I wasn’t Shawn Collins’ little lackey anymore. I was Chris Champion.

I was a real person.

“Gee, I’ve never been good at speeches and I didn’t even bother to prepare one today, but I’d just like to thank you all for,” I beamed, grinning from cheek to cheek, before pausing once more. With a deep sigh, I conceded defeat. It just didn’t flow well.

Apples. Truck drivers. Adidas trainers. A monkey called Roger. Flow, no? No flow.

“Damn it, this is harder than I thought it’d be,” I said, scratching at my nose and looking to the little bird on the window sill for inspiration once again. Unfortunately, Batman’s apprentice seemed to be far more concerned with Willie the worm wriggling around on my lawn than my desperate cries for a creativity catalyst.

The world is an awfully empty place when you’re searching for an idea. Usually, I can look out of my window and find something to inspire my inane ramblings. Planets, trees, flowers, litter, used condoms and empty cans of beer can morph into a brainwave of genius within a matter of milliseconds… that’s the power of the human mind, I guess.

My mind simply wouldn’t work though. The truth was that my head was still scrambled from those vicious blows I’d endured at the Supercard. Besides, pre-planning a wrestling speech was considered pathetic in the eyes of God.