Post by freak on Jun 1, 2010 0:46:07 GMT -6
Chris P. is standing down the block from Dunpork's House of Bacon. It's early Tuesday morning in Texas and Chris is supposed to be wrestling there on Saturday, but he doesn't want to have anything to do with the place to begin with- after all, the health code violations are ridiculous.
Okay, so apparently it's been a crazy few couple of days, weeks, whatever in SNW. We have people like Tyler Guevara, who make themselves out to be leaders of a mysterious group yet at the same time make themselves subservient to another group. Come on, Tyler, either be one or be the other. Stop making yourself look like an idiot for once. And then we have people like James Jackson, my opponent in that greasetrap down the street this week- which, if you haven't noticed, I'm staying as far away from it for as long as I possibly can. A guy who claims to be so anti-hardcore yet doesn't have a problem holding the SNW equivalent of a hardcore championship, the Bad Blood Championship. Not once, but twice. Am I going crazy or is it just everyone else?
Either way, let's just get right to business. James, I don't like you and I know damn well that the feeling is mutual. And I know that even though you have the Bad Blood Championship there's bigger things on your horizon. Most notably, taking the Texas Championship away from Chris Angel- after all, I know you feel that it's somehow your turn now that Jack Clinton couldn't hold onto the ball and got beat at 4 Up. And I know that you think that you're just gonna walk right over me and go right to the top.
Well, I got news for you, James. I ain't gonna be the guy who lays down in the middle of the ring and lets you walk all over him. Because I'm just as frustrated about my own situation as you are about yours. You see, I lost a match to the so-called #1 contender for the Von Erich Championship because no one apparently wanted to watch Alex Daniels use the ropes as leverage. But I've been the good guy and gone out and wrestled match after match waiting for a shot that, quite frankly, just hasn't been offered. And I beat person after person after person and nothing was done to help me out. And you know what, James? My patience has just simply run out.
Do me a favor, okay? Spare me that crap about how you're the best wrestler in this company and all that and how you beat this guy and you beat that guy. I'm a better wrestler than you and anyone who watched 4 Up can see that. What else can you say when you can't even pin me cleanly and have to grab my shorts for extra leverage? Do you want a medal or something? I mean, you got a belt out of it, good for you. Did you really earn it?
Point blank, James, you're running into me at the exact wrong place and at the exact wrong time. Because I just don't give two shits right now. I don't really care who I have to go through to get what I want anymore. I mean, I go out there week after week after week and I bring down the house when I step in the ring- one of the few guys in SNW who actually can do that behind Jack Clinton, Chris Angel, and maybe a handful of others- and apparently everybody has their earplugs on because they don't notice it. It juts baffles me, you know? How people like me can be beating everybody under the sun and people like you, who have bored the crap out of fans from Dunpork's to Denmark, can get shot after shot just shows me how crazy the world is.
And when you get down to the cold hard facts of the situation, you need to start asking yourself...who's the one who really controls the situation? Is it you or is it the rest of the world?
Starting now...the control rests with me. I control this transmission...you're just the drone watching, unaware.
Okay, so apparently it's been a crazy few couple of days, weeks, whatever in SNW. We have people like Tyler Guevara, who make themselves out to be leaders of a mysterious group yet at the same time make themselves subservient to another group. Come on, Tyler, either be one or be the other. Stop making yourself look like an idiot for once. And then we have people like James Jackson, my opponent in that greasetrap down the street this week- which, if you haven't noticed, I'm staying as far away from it for as long as I possibly can. A guy who claims to be so anti-hardcore yet doesn't have a problem holding the SNW equivalent of a hardcore championship, the Bad Blood Championship. Not once, but twice. Am I going crazy or is it just everyone else?
Either way, let's just get right to business. James, I don't like you and I know damn well that the feeling is mutual. And I know that even though you have the Bad Blood Championship there's bigger things on your horizon. Most notably, taking the Texas Championship away from Chris Angel- after all, I know you feel that it's somehow your turn now that Jack Clinton couldn't hold onto the ball and got beat at 4 Up. And I know that you think that you're just gonna walk right over me and go right to the top.
Well, I got news for you, James. I ain't gonna be the guy who lays down in the middle of the ring and lets you walk all over him. Because I'm just as frustrated about my own situation as you are about yours. You see, I lost a match to the so-called #1 contender for the Von Erich Championship because no one apparently wanted to watch Alex Daniels use the ropes as leverage. But I've been the good guy and gone out and wrestled match after match waiting for a shot that, quite frankly, just hasn't been offered. And I beat person after person after person and nothing was done to help me out. And you know what, James? My patience has just simply run out.
Do me a favor, okay? Spare me that crap about how you're the best wrestler in this company and all that and how you beat this guy and you beat that guy. I'm a better wrestler than you and anyone who watched 4 Up can see that. What else can you say when you can't even pin me cleanly and have to grab my shorts for extra leverage? Do you want a medal or something? I mean, you got a belt out of it, good for you. Did you really earn it?
Point blank, James, you're running into me at the exact wrong place and at the exact wrong time. Because I just don't give two shits right now. I don't really care who I have to go through to get what I want anymore. I mean, I go out there week after week after week and I bring down the house when I step in the ring- one of the few guys in SNW who actually can do that behind Jack Clinton, Chris Angel, and maybe a handful of others- and apparently everybody has their earplugs on because they don't notice it. It juts baffles me, you know? How people like me can be beating everybody under the sun and people like you, who have bored the crap out of fans from Dunpork's to Denmark, can get shot after shot just shows me how crazy the world is.
And when you get down to the cold hard facts of the situation, you need to start asking yourself...who's the one who really controls the situation? Is it you or is it the rest of the world?
Starting now...the control rests with me. I control this transmission...you're just the drone watching, unaware.
