Post by James Jackson on Apr 22, 2010 1:15:35 GMT -6
Cars are passing by in the background, as the sun is starting to set as their is a glare in the view of the camera. James Jackson stands against the wall and looks up at the building behind him in the view. He just smirks and stares at the camera and begins to speak.
"Don't worry folks I will be their for Main Event and I will for sure not miss any of it. Yet at this current moment with expenses out of my own pocket, I decided upon taking a round trip. Unlike hardcore legends imfamous with bad style and always scene wearing flannel shirts, I took an airplane and not a car to do my traveling. Now some people might know where I currently stand. To those who don't know, I'm currently standing a 7 West Ritner Street in Philadelphia. To sum it all up, I'm standing in front of the imfamous bingo hall, viking hall, alhambrama arena, ECW arena which is now just titled the arena. Many things have happened in this building that I shake my head in disgust about.
Yet why would I the anti-hardcore guy himself take the time to make such a trip. Well its quite simple if you're going to destroy an object and disapprove of its history. Its a good idea to understand its history. Come across it and be able to counter any argument about it. Now every single American promotion that embodies the word hardcore and loves to shed blood among themselves with objects that you find at hardware stores.
Every single one of them has done a show at this building. So SNW, you can stay in Texas, shed those buckets of blood on the mat, get a little creative with the ideas of how to shorten careers but until you reek into these halls behind me, your just a secondary rip off a joke a mere footnote in the history of hardcore action. You thought I was going to say wrestling.
Its not wrestling, its a mere joke of it all. Yet I'm here to change that, you see many things that occurred in this city have made people think, they can become wrestlers by doing those things. Yet you're wrong their all wrong, you don't become a wrestler because you jump off trampolines and use your mother's kitchen utensils and your father's yard tools and swing them around, and boom you're a wrestler. Ask a few of those hardcore hooligans how their lives have gone. Yet the talk about them means nothing at this moment.
Jack Clinton, you seem to be a man of a few words. How's this for a few words, I'm going to beat you. Here is another set of few words. I'm going to take your Balance of Power briefcase. You don't get what I'm trying to explain to people. So let me explain this to you. Nowhere does it say that I have to abide by the rules of hardcore matches.
I never said I won't as you put it man up and fight. I'm saying that I refuse to go play by the rules that are set forth. I don't need to please the people of SNW, the thousands of idiots who come into this building every now and then to see people shed there blood. Every once and while a good chant occurs, He's Hardcore, He f'd up, holy crap. You see I even refuse to slip down to the level of everyone else and join in on those lovely words that George Carlin would consider naughty.
Jack, I know you stand for the fans. You stand for a puppet of Codi Shane, getting your strings pulled and going along with the flow. You can drink the kool aid all you want. Yet I refuse to go on this path of joining up and becoming one of them. I'm better than that, drinking the so called kool aid, I only need to look up my history on three people.
Three individuals had everyone following their every word. Heck one is right there in the heart of the Texas a name that you all loved to hear right. David Koresh, Jim Jones and Charles Manson. All three of those individuals had puppets following along their every move. See a pattern everyone that swings that chair, lights the table on fire, and crashes people through the thumbtacks. They all drink the kool aid of hardcore action, and continue on just so the crowd can chant for them, "He's Hardcore, He's Hardcore or Holy Crap, Holy Crap." Newsflash to all, I don't need the crowd to cheer for me to get my motivation my moment of clarity. I will have it when I and only I defeat you again Jack Clinton. But this time I won't walk away with just my pride standing tall. I will walk away holding the balance of power briefcase above me just like it should of been."
James stands there and smirks at the camera as it comes to an end.[/b][/color]
"Don't worry folks I will be their for Main Event and I will for sure not miss any of it. Yet at this current moment with expenses out of my own pocket, I decided upon taking a round trip. Unlike hardcore legends imfamous with bad style and always scene wearing flannel shirts, I took an airplane and not a car to do my traveling. Now some people might know where I currently stand. To those who don't know, I'm currently standing a 7 West Ritner Street in Philadelphia. To sum it all up, I'm standing in front of the imfamous bingo hall, viking hall, alhambrama arena, ECW arena which is now just titled the arena. Many things have happened in this building that I shake my head in disgust about.
Yet why would I the anti-hardcore guy himself take the time to make such a trip. Well its quite simple if you're going to destroy an object and disapprove of its history. Its a good idea to understand its history. Come across it and be able to counter any argument about it. Now every single American promotion that embodies the word hardcore and loves to shed blood among themselves with objects that you find at hardware stores.
Every single one of them has done a show at this building. So SNW, you can stay in Texas, shed those buckets of blood on the mat, get a little creative with the ideas of how to shorten careers but until you reek into these halls behind me, your just a secondary rip off a joke a mere footnote in the history of hardcore action. You thought I was going to say wrestling.
Its not wrestling, its a mere joke of it all. Yet I'm here to change that, you see many things that occurred in this city have made people think, they can become wrestlers by doing those things. Yet you're wrong their all wrong, you don't become a wrestler because you jump off trampolines and use your mother's kitchen utensils and your father's yard tools and swing them around, and boom you're a wrestler. Ask a few of those hardcore hooligans how their lives have gone. Yet the talk about them means nothing at this moment.
Jack Clinton, you seem to be a man of a few words. How's this for a few words, I'm going to beat you. Here is another set of few words. I'm going to take your Balance of Power briefcase. You don't get what I'm trying to explain to people. So let me explain this to you. Nowhere does it say that I have to abide by the rules of hardcore matches.
I never said I won't as you put it man up and fight. I'm saying that I refuse to go play by the rules that are set forth. I don't need to please the people of SNW, the thousands of idiots who come into this building every now and then to see people shed there blood. Every once and while a good chant occurs, He's Hardcore, He f'd up, holy crap. You see I even refuse to slip down to the level of everyone else and join in on those lovely words that George Carlin would consider naughty.
Jack, I know you stand for the fans. You stand for a puppet of Codi Shane, getting your strings pulled and going along with the flow. You can drink the kool aid all you want. Yet I refuse to go on this path of joining up and becoming one of them. I'm better than that, drinking the so called kool aid, I only need to look up my history on three people.
Three individuals had everyone following their every word. Heck one is right there in the heart of the Texas a name that you all loved to hear right. David Koresh, Jim Jones and Charles Manson. All three of those individuals had puppets following along their every move. See a pattern everyone that swings that chair, lights the table on fire, and crashes people through the thumbtacks. They all drink the kool aid of hardcore action, and continue on just so the crowd can chant for them, "He's Hardcore, He's Hardcore or Holy Crap, Holy Crap." Newsflash to all, I don't need the crowd to cheer for me to get my motivation my moment of clarity. I will have it when I and only I defeat you again Jack Clinton. But this time I won't walk away with just my pride standing tall. I will walk away holding the balance of power briefcase above me just like it should of been."
James stands there and smirks at the camera as it comes to an end.[/b][/color]
