Post by James Jackson on Apr 27, 2010 14:15:04 GMT -6
James Jackson is shown walking along the concrete ground of an abandoned warehouse. Drips of water come from above and the busted water pipes. James holds a briefcase in his hand, as he quickly releases it from his hand and let it drops to the ground, the thud echoing along the empty complex.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the world of professional wrestling. The only profession that comes close to what you see in Washington. Liars, thieves, beggars, losers, pathetic followers drinking there new batch of kool aid. I came very close last Friday from joining that beloved crew. I was lied to, I was tricked upon and fooled. I was made out to be the end of a very bad joke. Yet I don't cry nor complain about it. I don't shed the tears of betrayal. No, that I don't, come to think of it, I let it fuel me. I let this little travesty, the act of treason fire me up even more.
I mean I had the pieces all fitting in the puzzle. I won the match, I turned the corner and I had my hand raised in the end. Yet the funny feeling is that I didn't win anything. My victory was a shadow in the real big picture. Yet who should I be kidding? Yes I won the match, but in all reality Jack Clinton won the war. What did I gain from defeating Jack Clinton? Morale victory I suppose can be the only thing that I can justify. I mean shouldn't I be satisfied I did exactly what I said I'd do.
I defeated Jack Clinton for the second time in the middle of that ring one, two, three and it was as simple as that. Yet I captured nothing more than just another w in the column. I got nothing else for it. Now who do I blame for all of this? Do i blame Codi Shane, perhaps Jack Clinton or even the champ himself Chris Angel. Yet I have none of them to blame, the reality is I got out smarted by them all. I didn't lose the physical battle no this time around I lost the mental battle. I'm no dumb fool, yes I got tricked in this whole little thing. However the finding grace is that I proved the very point that I knew all along. Jack Clinton I defeated you, so the reality would be then.
If you Jack Clinton are able to beat Chris Angel for the SNW Texas Heavyweight title, then by process of elimination, I like my chances on claiming SNW's top prize. I mean thats what has been discovered in all of this. Jack Clinton you can claim yourself as a superman but I'm your kryponite. Yes, I do know that at Wrestlestock you threw me down but I got right back up and on my terms I beat you in the middle of the ring.
You can talk about the ducking, the years past, the history of a dead promotion. Yet it doesn't change the fact that in the current days I'm better than you. You can call me out and claim that I'm just verbal diahera yet I have your number in the year 2010 which is the now and the present. You know the time in which that matters not something that happened in the past. You can continue to ride on the past like some and perhaps let it taint your mind and feed your legacy and ego. However Jack there is no denying that when the dust settles and the smoke clears, I'm better than you.
Now I can continue to go on about Jack Clinton, or I can discuss what else is in store for me like this week. Guys Night Out, I am in a six man tag match. With the likes of Andy Lionheart and Tyler Guevara teaming up with me. In a perfect world I'd stand alone, yet I'm teaming with two people who sure they share one thing with me. The Texas people boo them just like they boo me. Yet that's where the similiar traits end. I don't care nor am I fond of either one. The reality is though I don't wrestle to be a loser. So yeah I'll be the good soldier and team away. Yet doesn't say anywhere, that I have to like or befriend either one of them.
The opponents of this contest seems interesting why two people I could care less for are put into this picture. Six man tag, why not give me what I really want. Why not have me face Chris Angel or Jack Clinton face to face. I will get that chance to as some say redeem myself when I face Chris Angel once again. Yet that isn't what is going to occur. No instead I'm facing those two and they will be teaming up with Chris P. Obviously I don't care for the first two, so what makes it any different on the third partner of the trio? Nothing is different the reality is I don't like any of these people. The ones across from me and the two I'm teaming with. However that won't matter as the end result will be the same.
The result will be me standing tall. My hand raised in victory, like its a foregone conclusion. I'm putting it out there right now. My destiny is to be the SNW Texas Heavyweight champion and that is a fact. I will let that dream become a reality. That starts with my first mission of course being that I am hell bent on sending a message to our beloved champion. Chris Angel, I am making this perfectly clear sure a victory over either one of your partners would be great. However my goal is by the end of Guys Night Out, I plan on pinning you or making you submit. I will make that little dream become a reality on Saturday night. Then many more dreams of mine will come true as well. See you all Saturday night."
James crouches down as he grabs a hold of the briefcase as he holds it in his hands and grins as the scene comes to an end[/b][/color]
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the world of professional wrestling. The only profession that comes close to what you see in Washington. Liars, thieves, beggars, losers, pathetic followers drinking there new batch of kool aid. I came very close last Friday from joining that beloved crew. I was lied to, I was tricked upon and fooled. I was made out to be the end of a very bad joke. Yet I don't cry nor complain about it. I don't shed the tears of betrayal. No, that I don't, come to think of it, I let it fuel me. I let this little travesty, the act of treason fire me up even more.
I mean I had the pieces all fitting in the puzzle. I won the match, I turned the corner and I had my hand raised in the end. Yet the funny feeling is that I didn't win anything. My victory was a shadow in the real big picture. Yet who should I be kidding? Yes I won the match, but in all reality Jack Clinton won the war. What did I gain from defeating Jack Clinton? Morale victory I suppose can be the only thing that I can justify. I mean shouldn't I be satisfied I did exactly what I said I'd do.
I defeated Jack Clinton for the second time in the middle of that ring one, two, three and it was as simple as that. Yet I captured nothing more than just another w in the column. I got nothing else for it. Now who do I blame for all of this? Do i blame Codi Shane, perhaps Jack Clinton or even the champ himself Chris Angel. Yet I have none of them to blame, the reality is I got out smarted by them all. I didn't lose the physical battle no this time around I lost the mental battle. I'm no dumb fool, yes I got tricked in this whole little thing. However the finding grace is that I proved the very point that I knew all along. Jack Clinton I defeated you, so the reality would be then.
If you Jack Clinton are able to beat Chris Angel for the SNW Texas Heavyweight title, then by process of elimination, I like my chances on claiming SNW's top prize. I mean thats what has been discovered in all of this. Jack Clinton you can claim yourself as a superman but I'm your kryponite. Yes, I do know that at Wrestlestock you threw me down but I got right back up and on my terms I beat you in the middle of the ring.
You can talk about the ducking, the years past, the history of a dead promotion. Yet it doesn't change the fact that in the current days I'm better than you. You can call me out and claim that I'm just verbal diahera yet I have your number in the year 2010 which is the now and the present. You know the time in which that matters not something that happened in the past. You can continue to ride on the past like some and perhaps let it taint your mind and feed your legacy and ego. However Jack there is no denying that when the dust settles and the smoke clears, I'm better than you.
Now I can continue to go on about Jack Clinton, or I can discuss what else is in store for me like this week. Guys Night Out, I am in a six man tag match. With the likes of Andy Lionheart and Tyler Guevara teaming up with me. In a perfect world I'd stand alone, yet I'm teaming with two people who sure they share one thing with me. The Texas people boo them just like they boo me. Yet that's where the similiar traits end. I don't care nor am I fond of either one. The reality is though I don't wrestle to be a loser. So yeah I'll be the good soldier and team away. Yet doesn't say anywhere, that I have to like or befriend either one of them.
The opponents of this contest seems interesting why two people I could care less for are put into this picture. Six man tag, why not give me what I really want. Why not have me face Chris Angel or Jack Clinton face to face. I will get that chance to as some say redeem myself when I face Chris Angel once again. Yet that isn't what is going to occur. No instead I'm facing those two and they will be teaming up with Chris P. Obviously I don't care for the first two, so what makes it any different on the third partner of the trio? Nothing is different the reality is I don't like any of these people. The ones across from me and the two I'm teaming with. However that won't matter as the end result will be the same.
The result will be me standing tall. My hand raised in victory, like its a foregone conclusion. I'm putting it out there right now. My destiny is to be the SNW Texas Heavyweight champion and that is a fact. I will let that dream become a reality. That starts with my first mission of course being that I am hell bent on sending a message to our beloved champion. Chris Angel, I am making this perfectly clear sure a victory over either one of your partners would be great. However my goal is by the end of Guys Night Out, I plan on pinning you or making you submit. I will make that little dream become a reality on Saturday night. Then many more dreams of mine will come true as well. See you all Saturday night."
James crouches down as he grabs a hold of the briefcase as he holds it in his hands and grins as the scene comes to an end[/b][/color]
