Jason Kincaid's Champions' Blog

Champion's Blog, Earthdate 2012.285 (Oct. 11, 2012). 

We are now entering my first full year as Champion of the National Wrestling Alliance sanctioned Smoky Mountain territory.

It was one year ago, today, that I defeated the 6'5", 265 lbs, "Party Boy" from Morristown, Tennessee, Keith Knox. One full year since I did what some thought I couldn't! One full year since I fulfilled the dream I've dreamt since making my debut on January 3, 2009 in a promotion that was then called Championship Wrestling! One full year since I spat in the face of my naysayers by ascending to the top of the Smoky Mountain territory! Where, at the summit, I was crowned the new NWA Smoky Mountain Champion!

2 years, 9 months, and 8 days. That is how long it took me to go from the bottom of Championship Wrestling to the top of NWA Smoky Mountain. During that time, as the promotion evolved I evolved with it. My look evolved; going from short-haired, peach-fuzz-goateed, and nearly naked to extra-long-haired, full-bearded, and not nearly as naked. My in-ring abilities evolved: going from the kid who attempted to put on an exhibition, showing off to the point that it almost cost me the match, against a much lesser opponent, in my debut against Marco Carona, to the man that pushed the world out of his head and ground away at a much larger and stronger opponent, in my championship victory against Keith Knox. I became seasoned inside that ring with the Robert's Landscaping banner across the apron. I matured, not only as a wrestler but as a man. But surprisingly my evolution was just beginning as the very belt that I had adapted myself to obtain would be the catalyst to spark my transformation from mere man to go-like-hell-machine! 

After the initial overwhelming joy one feels from obtaining their dreams wears away, people tend to notice an empty feeling slowly creeping up inside them. That feeling of reaching the top of the mountain and knowing that there is no place left to go but down, of knowing that there are others climbing their way up that mountain with the direct intent of replacing you at the top. It is a lonely feeling. A feeling that some cannot cope with. It unhinges them, tears them apart from the inside, and ultimately drives them off the mountain. Not me. I love that feeling! I have used that feeling as motivational brick and mortar to build a fortified castle atop of this beautiful pinnacle. This I'll Defend! 

And Defended it I have! You see, I don't just want to be a champion, I want to be a great champion. I don't just want the title define me, I want to define the title. I want to elevate the belt's status the way it elevated mine. So, from day one, I made it my goal to, do the opposite of what most champions would do and, go about seeking out the toughest opponents I can find and put it all on the line against them. Starting with east Tennessee, then working my way back up to my home state of West Virginia, then into Kentucky, Pennsylvania and North Carolina, taking on veterans and newcomers alike. I scoured these Appalachian mountains, that I am proud to call my home, looking for top contenders, as if I was the DEA looking for cannabis fields and moonshine distilleries. I even took the belt international by bringing it out to my south-of-the-border-home-away-from-home, Mexico, where I would successfully defend it across the state of Sonora. 

Along this amazing journey, so far, I have found myself facing off against: High School State Champions, collegiate athletes, war heroes, hardened criminals, martial arts experts, acrobats, hulking bodybuilders, wild-men,luchadors, former World Champions, genuine legends in the sport of professional wrestling and more. Somehow, through it all, I have continued to come out on top every time. Being a champion is tough task, only suited for the strongest of mind and will. 

They say pressure either bursts pipes or makes diamonds. I am very thankful for the pressure that being champion has put on me for hardening my demeanor and forcing me to shine ever brighter with each challenge I face. To be champion is to have a target painted on your back, I would gladly have mine tattooed on. Some might see going from contender to champion as going from the hunter to the hunted. Not me. I see contenders as prey, the belt as bait, the ring as my snare. So, please, contenders...hunters...climb my mountain, bring your best weapons and seek out this trophy belt I wear with pride. But be warned the very belt you seek signifies me as the apex predator!

Speaking of prey...Tomorrow night, in Rogersville, TN, I will defend the NWA Smoky Mountain Championship against "Supernatural" Zac Vincent, a man who defeated me, years ago, in a ladder match, for the OHW Championship. If I'm able to retain, the next night I will defend the belt against "The Center Of Attention" Alyx Winters, a man who once ousted the NWA Mountain Empire Championship from coming into my possession...also in a ladder match... Well, I will promise you one thing: there won't be any ******* ladders in the ring this time, boys!!! I am looking forward to avenging my losses on my way to proving that I am exactly what I say I am: a champion 'til I die!!!