Post by James Jackson on Apr 19, 2010 2:07:10 GMT -6
James Jackson is shown sitting down in front of a table. A banner behind him that looks to be the SNW banner. The S replaced with a messed up C, and the N replaced with a crappy drawn Z. James stands up from the chair as he holds a lighttube in his hand. He tosses it to the side as you hear the shattering of it off camera.
"The object I just threw is one of the many weapons of choices that SNW executives have been told to get a good amount of. Seeing as all the wrestlers in SNW will now be given the full right to use them. Just they won't be putting them to use by giving you light. No they will only use them by giving themselves scars, blood loss and anything else that deals with human destruction. Yet I refused to read the memo, nor will I accept the tweet that comes along with it. You see when I was a young boy and I grew up I was never taught how to swing a chair when I became a wrestler.
Yet it seems like an art. I find it rather pathetic that more people in this company enjoy finding 1,000 different ways to use a chair over the 1,005 wrestling holds I know how to use. More people in this promotion including Jack Clinton enjoy the fine use of the table before and wanting to know how high does the body have to be for this sucker to break. Yet I refuse to do so in that matter. The reality is very simple, I James Jackson will prove a simple theory. That theory is going to be man vs. weapons. I don't care how many chair shots I recieve, I don't care how many falls through tables that have to occur. I will not give in and join the countless people in this company and backyards across the country of bloodshed.
I refuse to join this crusade and I plan on embarking on a crusade of my own. You see when I was growing up, their was a wrestler who stood out to be different from everyone else. Cactus Jack was his name, Mankind and Dude Love followed along. Mick Foley was a wrestling fan just like everyone else. He took the words to heart and he molded those emotions he saw from others and used it to guide him towards his own career of success. Now do I pattern myself after Mick Foley? Oh heck no I don't because I refuse to jump off objects get thrown through cages just to hear the crowd chant my name. I refuse to have to come at a point in my life that I can't even pick up my grandchildren at that old age.
However I don't want to drift off so back to the story. Mick Foley was on the television screen and I remember watching very closely at everything he said. He obviously didn't take it all to heart. However me on the other hand. So as odd as this may sound but whereever you may be Mr. Hardcore Legend I have to thank you for letting me see that I never wish nor will I ever wish to grow up to be just like you.
Perhaps some can call me an asshole or just an arrogant prick for pretty much setting myself into a position in which I have everything to gain and nothing to lose. Jack Clinton you're the one who busted his ass off climbed up that scaffold and won the Balance of Power briefcase, I credit you, yet the reality is a match like that has no place in the wrestling world. Yet it is what it is. However I do know and I'm sure deep down inside of your gut you know as well. That I can beat you head to head. Man to man I can beat you and place myself into the position of holding the very briefcase you own.
I have nothing to lose, I mean if I lose this match, then I walk away empty handed just like I walked in. Now if the pieces fall were they may then I would walk out of Main Event with a briefcase I can cash in on any given moment. So reality will set in on you Jack Clinton, when if you beat me you even up the score. You retain the briefcase and then make the world wonder when or if SNW will ever be bored to tears when Jack Clinton is claimed as the new SNW Texas Heavyweight champion. I'm hoping that day never comes. Yet if it ever did I'd be more than welcomed to be the man who ended it all. Jack I shall see you in the ring, you bring your weapons if you must, but watch as the world sees that man will prevail in the end."
James jumps up and stand on top of the table as it quickly breaks in two. James glances at the broken table as it says HARDCORE INC across the top of it. James shakes his head as the C and Z on the banner begin to fall off and the scene comes to an end. [/b][/color]
"The object I just threw is one of the many weapons of choices that SNW executives have been told to get a good amount of. Seeing as all the wrestlers in SNW will now be given the full right to use them. Just they won't be putting them to use by giving you light. No they will only use them by giving themselves scars, blood loss and anything else that deals with human destruction. Yet I refused to read the memo, nor will I accept the tweet that comes along with it. You see when I was a young boy and I grew up I was never taught how to swing a chair when I became a wrestler.
Yet it seems like an art. I find it rather pathetic that more people in this company enjoy finding 1,000 different ways to use a chair over the 1,005 wrestling holds I know how to use. More people in this promotion including Jack Clinton enjoy the fine use of the table before and wanting to know how high does the body have to be for this sucker to break. Yet I refuse to do so in that matter. The reality is very simple, I James Jackson will prove a simple theory. That theory is going to be man vs. weapons. I don't care how many chair shots I recieve, I don't care how many falls through tables that have to occur. I will not give in and join the countless people in this company and backyards across the country of bloodshed.
I refuse to join this crusade and I plan on embarking on a crusade of my own. You see when I was growing up, their was a wrestler who stood out to be different from everyone else. Cactus Jack was his name, Mankind and Dude Love followed along. Mick Foley was a wrestling fan just like everyone else. He took the words to heart and he molded those emotions he saw from others and used it to guide him towards his own career of success. Now do I pattern myself after Mick Foley? Oh heck no I don't because I refuse to jump off objects get thrown through cages just to hear the crowd chant my name. I refuse to have to come at a point in my life that I can't even pick up my grandchildren at that old age.
However I don't want to drift off so back to the story. Mick Foley was on the television screen and I remember watching very closely at everything he said. He obviously didn't take it all to heart. However me on the other hand. So as odd as this may sound but whereever you may be Mr. Hardcore Legend I have to thank you for letting me see that I never wish nor will I ever wish to grow up to be just like you.
Perhaps some can call me an asshole or just an arrogant prick for pretty much setting myself into a position in which I have everything to gain and nothing to lose. Jack Clinton you're the one who busted his ass off climbed up that scaffold and won the Balance of Power briefcase, I credit you, yet the reality is a match like that has no place in the wrestling world. Yet it is what it is. However I do know and I'm sure deep down inside of your gut you know as well. That I can beat you head to head. Man to man I can beat you and place myself into the position of holding the very briefcase you own.
I have nothing to lose, I mean if I lose this match, then I walk away empty handed just like I walked in. Now if the pieces fall were they may then I would walk out of Main Event with a briefcase I can cash in on any given moment. So reality will set in on you Jack Clinton, when if you beat me you even up the score. You retain the briefcase and then make the world wonder when or if SNW will ever be bored to tears when Jack Clinton is claimed as the new SNW Texas Heavyweight champion. I'm hoping that day never comes. Yet if it ever did I'd be more than welcomed to be the man who ended it all. Jack I shall see you in the ring, you bring your weapons if you must, but watch as the world sees that man will prevail in the end."
James jumps up and stand on top of the table as it quickly breaks in two. James glances at the broken table as it says HARDCORE INC across the top of it. James shakes his head as the C and Z on the banner begin to fall off and the scene comes to an end. [/b][/color]
