Post by freak on May 20, 2010 14:11:37 GMT -6
Once more, we have Jack Clinton in the West Texas desert.
The funny thing is with SNW is that we have new people discovering the show every single week. What they know of me and most of the others is what they've seen of us here. They may not necessarily know where we came from before or what we did in places before we came here. As such, we have people who turn on Guys' Night Out one week, Onslaught the next, the Main Event every other month, and all our pay-per-view events like 4 Up this weekend and some of them I'm sure wonder, "who is that guy, what does he do, how does he do it, what did he do before." Well, my story is a little complex. And I know some of you are going to see this and wonder what sense I'm trying to make here. Well, if you bear with me for a few minutes, you'll find out.
I started out in the big time in early 2004 after rolling through the California indies. At the time I needed something that would give me an edge...something that would make people look and say, "hey, that Jack Clinton guy is a force...something that we need to watch every week to see what he'd do next." And so I adopted a persona that many were fearful of...a man who let the forces of evil be his guide- his conscience. A man who wasn't afraid to do anything that was absolutely necessary- to the point of setting his opponents on fire and using the black arts- to get his point across and to win a match. I don't know how many times I had to set people on fire, bury them alive, and do all sorts of other things that maybe I regret doing now a little bit to win, but I did it. It was part of who I was at the time.
It gets to be 2005 and I'm sort of at a crossroads. I've tried to get myself away from all of that. And yes, I'm still having success as just a straight up guy but there's something else that's missing. The edge, apparently, is gone. And as much as it may pain me to embrace it again, I had to go back to the crazy Jack Clinton- the fireball throwing, human torcher Jack Clinton- just to get it. Only this time, well...this time people weren't paying attention for the right reasons. The people who hadn't seen me and didn't know what I was about were all up in arms. Calling me a fake. Calling me things that I wasn't. And I almost ended up quitting wrestling because of it. Because it got to me that much.
But I didn't. I decided to just go back into my little cocoon, come out whenever I needed to, and just go back to being what the fans saw as normal Jack Clinton. The black on black wearing tough who just thoroughly decimated whatever it was that stood in his way. But this time, THAT didn't seem to work. I was still getting lost in the shuffle. You'd see me, but you wouldn't. And I tried to make a case to the fans but they were more distracted with other people- with other suckholes that didn't last two weeks after they somehow managed to beat me in the ring. And so I decided that I'd had enough.
I burned all my black pants. Got a new hairstyle. Started wearing white to the ring as a symbol of the change from the Jack Clinton that did everything that people wanted him to to the Jack Clinton that you should've been seeing all along- the arrogant, pushy, cut from steel, better than you at any time even while he's sleeping and you're awake Jack Clinton. I did it because I got tired of the lack of respect I was being given. And you know what? It was LIBERATING. For the first time I had real freedom...and it was something that people didn't like. They wanted the old Jack Clinton back...they wanted the guy I was before and I wasn't going to give it to them. Because even though I was booed out of buildings as small as some of the places we have here in SNW and as big as the old Yankee Stadium, I finally had what I wanted...my own life back. The person who I was. My sense of self returned to me.
And to tell you the truth, ever since it happened people have noticed. They like what they see now out of this Jack Clinton- the one they should've seen all along. It's helped propel me to at least one world title, and even though the SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship isn't one, it's pretty damn near as close to one as you can get...and all in the span of approximately two years. I know it doesn't sound as impressive as it might if I'd done this all in a span of a few months like some guys have done, but you know what? Doesn't matter. I've gotten back on my own feet here and I love it.
Now, I know some of you have gotten this far and are wondering, "hey Jack, what's the point of all of this? Why are you telling us this when you probably should be focusing more on Chris Angel, the man who holds the title you want?" Well, it goes back to preparation and Angel says that he's prepared for whatever I throw at him or might throw at him. BUT...is he absolutely sure, for one?
Who's to say that, with 4 Up being what it is, that I won't break out some of the Jack Clinton Angel first knew and met way back in 2004? Who's to say that Angel will see the same Jack Clinton he knows now? Who's to say that the offensive Jack Clinton won't come out? I'm not doubting Chris Angel's mental preparation for this match- after all, he may be one of the more calculating people in professional wrestling today.
But the major difference between he and I is that no matter what you may think you know about me, no matter how many times we've stepped in the ring with each other or how many times you've scouted me watching video tapes- when the stakes are as high as they are, all of that needs to be chucked out the window and fast. Because when the top prize in the company is on the line at a show that encourages some of the things I used to do before...and you have a knowledge of some of the things I actually am capable of if I put myself up to it...preparation can only get you so far.
Now Angel, I know you say you're prepared and that you know what you're facing. But now that you know the potential lengths, can you still say that? You might be facing sadistic Jack Clinton. You might be facing offensive Jack Clinton. You may be seeing what you've been seeing. The facts are that you don't know exactly what I'm going to be bringing to 4 Up to try and pry that Texas Championship away from you.
And what you don't know, I guarantee, will hurt you.
I hate to say that, but it's the unfortunate truth.
Slow zoom away, then FTB.
The funny thing is with SNW is that we have new people discovering the show every single week. What they know of me and most of the others is what they've seen of us here. They may not necessarily know where we came from before or what we did in places before we came here. As such, we have people who turn on Guys' Night Out one week, Onslaught the next, the Main Event every other month, and all our pay-per-view events like 4 Up this weekend and some of them I'm sure wonder, "who is that guy, what does he do, how does he do it, what did he do before." Well, my story is a little complex. And I know some of you are going to see this and wonder what sense I'm trying to make here. Well, if you bear with me for a few minutes, you'll find out.
I started out in the big time in early 2004 after rolling through the California indies. At the time I needed something that would give me an edge...something that would make people look and say, "hey, that Jack Clinton guy is a force...something that we need to watch every week to see what he'd do next." And so I adopted a persona that many were fearful of...a man who let the forces of evil be his guide- his conscience. A man who wasn't afraid to do anything that was absolutely necessary- to the point of setting his opponents on fire and using the black arts- to get his point across and to win a match. I don't know how many times I had to set people on fire, bury them alive, and do all sorts of other things that maybe I regret doing now a little bit to win, but I did it. It was part of who I was at the time.
It gets to be 2005 and I'm sort of at a crossroads. I've tried to get myself away from all of that. And yes, I'm still having success as just a straight up guy but there's something else that's missing. The edge, apparently, is gone. And as much as it may pain me to embrace it again, I had to go back to the crazy Jack Clinton- the fireball throwing, human torcher Jack Clinton- just to get it. Only this time, well...this time people weren't paying attention for the right reasons. The people who hadn't seen me and didn't know what I was about were all up in arms. Calling me a fake. Calling me things that I wasn't. And I almost ended up quitting wrestling because of it. Because it got to me that much.
But I didn't. I decided to just go back into my little cocoon, come out whenever I needed to, and just go back to being what the fans saw as normal Jack Clinton. The black on black wearing tough who just thoroughly decimated whatever it was that stood in his way. But this time, THAT didn't seem to work. I was still getting lost in the shuffle. You'd see me, but you wouldn't. And I tried to make a case to the fans but they were more distracted with other people- with other suckholes that didn't last two weeks after they somehow managed to beat me in the ring. And so I decided that I'd had enough.
I burned all my black pants. Got a new hairstyle. Started wearing white to the ring as a symbol of the change from the Jack Clinton that did everything that people wanted him to to the Jack Clinton that you should've been seeing all along- the arrogant, pushy, cut from steel, better than you at any time even while he's sleeping and you're awake Jack Clinton. I did it because I got tired of the lack of respect I was being given. And you know what? It was LIBERATING. For the first time I had real freedom...and it was something that people didn't like. They wanted the old Jack Clinton back...they wanted the guy I was before and I wasn't going to give it to them. Because even though I was booed out of buildings as small as some of the places we have here in SNW and as big as the old Yankee Stadium, I finally had what I wanted...my own life back. The person who I was. My sense of self returned to me.
And to tell you the truth, ever since it happened people have noticed. They like what they see now out of this Jack Clinton- the one they should've seen all along. It's helped propel me to at least one world title, and even though the SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship isn't one, it's pretty damn near as close to one as you can get...and all in the span of approximately two years. I know it doesn't sound as impressive as it might if I'd done this all in a span of a few months like some guys have done, but you know what? Doesn't matter. I've gotten back on my own feet here and I love it.
Now, I know some of you have gotten this far and are wondering, "hey Jack, what's the point of all of this? Why are you telling us this when you probably should be focusing more on Chris Angel, the man who holds the title you want?" Well, it goes back to preparation and Angel says that he's prepared for whatever I throw at him or might throw at him. BUT...is he absolutely sure, for one?
Who's to say that, with 4 Up being what it is, that I won't break out some of the Jack Clinton Angel first knew and met way back in 2004? Who's to say that Angel will see the same Jack Clinton he knows now? Who's to say that the offensive Jack Clinton won't come out? I'm not doubting Chris Angel's mental preparation for this match- after all, he may be one of the more calculating people in professional wrestling today.
But the major difference between he and I is that no matter what you may think you know about me, no matter how many times we've stepped in the ring with each other or how many times you've scouted me watching video tapes- when the stakes are as high as they are, all of that needs to be chucked out the window and fast. Because when the top prize in the company is on the line at a show that encourages some of the things I used to do before...and you have a knowledge of some of the things I actually am capable of if I put myself up to it...preparation can only get you so far.
Now Angel, I know you say you're prepared and that you know what you're facing. But now that you know the potential lengths, can you still say that? You might be facing sadistic Jack Clinton. You might be facing offensive Jack Clinton. You may be seeing what you've been seeing. The facts are that you don't know exactly what I'm going to be bringing to 4 Up to try and pry that Texas Championship away from you.
And what you don't know, I guarantee, will hurt you.
I hate to say that, but it's the unfortunate truth.
Slow zoom away, then FTB.
