Post by freak on Apr 21, 2010 23:18:37 GMT -6
Jack Clinton is at home to bring us this promo.
You know, James, I'm really getting sick and tired of you insulting my and the fans' intelligence. So I'm not going to say a whole hell of a lot in this promo. Because you and I both know that no matter how many times you may or may not have beaten me, I still won the Balance of Power match and you ducked me for two years.
There's a reason why they call it the Balance of Power...because no matter how many wins or how many losses someone may have against someone, such as the failing against you that you continue to lord over me, what's in the briefcase is what counts. And you know what? I got the contract and you don't. So shut up.
Look, if you don't want to do what is asked of you, pack up and leave town. You're here to do a job. That's wrestle. And if they want to put you in a violent match with lots of weapons you put on your man pants, suck it the fuck up, and get in the ring. You could know how to use 1005 wrestling holds and none of them are going to take away from the fact that I have the briefcase and the contract and you don't.
You wanna talk about how scaffold matches have no place in the wrestling world? They've been going on for years. They've gone on long before you put on a pair of trunks and laced up a pair of boots. Just because your dumb ass lost your balance and fell off the scaffold, that instantly makes you anti-hardcore. Well, maybe if you weren't such a Goddamned klutz you might have the contract and the briefcase- which I have, and you don't.
Maybe I should bring some weapons to the ring. Maybe make you feel the excruciating pain you're causing everybody to go through listening to you talk. But I don't need that. I'm the 7 foot, 350 pound, carved from stone, hard as steel, dominant force, of course of course, that is going to be the Texas Heavyweight Champion. And if you don't like it, leave and don't come back. It'll be one less worthless scrub that I have to deal with. Hell, if you could take Tyler Guevara and his little bitch fest with you, I'd appreciate it.
Look, James, I'm not gonna waste my time any further. You know what's going to happen, so don't bother showing up. Save yourself for the rest of your career after this match. If you have any brains left in that empty head of yours, you might consider that. Because no matter what happens, and no matter who is the champion when I cash it in, I'm going to beat you and move on to become the top dog in this yard.
That's all there is to it. And I guarantee you're not gonna like how it ends.
FTB.
You know, James, I'm really getting sick and tired of you insulting my and the fans' intelligence. So I'm not going to say a whole hell of a lot in this promo. Because you and I both know that no matter how many times you may or may not have beaten me, I still won the Balance of Power match and you ducked me for two years.
There's a reason why they call it the Balance of Power...because no matter how many wins or how many losses someone may have against someone, such as the failing against you that you continue to lord over me, what's in the briefcase is what counts. And you know what? I got the contract and you don't. So shut up.
Look, if you don't want to do what is asked of you, pack up and leave town. You're here to do a job. That's wrestle. And if they want to put you in a violent match with lots of weapons you put on your man pants, suck it the fuck up, and get in the ring. You could know how to use 1005 wrestling holds and none of them are going to take away from the fact that I have the briefcase and the contract and you don't.
You wanna talk about how scaffold matches have no place in the wrestling world? They've been going on for years. They've gone on long before you put on a pair of trunks and laced up a pair of boots. Just because your dumb ass lost your balance and fell off the scaffold, that instantly makes you anti-hardcore. Well, maybe if you weren't such a Goddamned klutz you might have the contract and the briefcase- which I have, and you don't.
Maybe I should bring some weapons to the ring. Maybe make you feel the excruciating pain you're causing everybody to go through listening to you talk. But I don't need that. I'm the 7 foot, 350 pound, carved from stone, hard as steel, dominant force, of course of course, that is going to be the Texas Heavyweight Champion. And if you don't like it, leave and don't come back. It'll be one less worthless scrub that I have to deal with. Hell, if you could take Tyler Guevara and his little bitch fest with you, I'd appreciate it.
Look, James, I'm not gonna waste my time any further. You know what's going to happen, so don't bother showing up. Save yourself for the rest of your career after this match. If you have any brains left in that empty head of yours, you might consider that. Because no matter what happens, and no matter who is the champion when I cash it in, I'm going to beat you and move on to become the top dog in this yard.
That's all there is to it. And I guarantee you're not gonna like how it ends.
FTB.
