Post by freak on Mar 4, 2010 2:03:13 GMT -6
Jack Clinton and Chris P. are standing in the ring in an empty building somewhere in an undisclosed location. Jack has a microphone, and Chris is walking around seething.
You know, there's only so much that a man can say about the people he wrestles with and against and quite frankly, I'm tired of talking for a week. I've got people in the ring who I know, who I don't know, some on my side and some not, and I really don't have a damn thing to prove to anybody. I've done what I've done here and I'm saving my energy for WrestleStock.
As for my buddy here, well, I don't mind saying that he was rather displeased with what he heard from his other teammates besides me. And I've been trying to calm him down, but as you guys have seen over the last two weeks he really is in the frame of mind where no matter what you try, it just doesn't work. So what I've decided to do is yield the floor to Chris and let him get some things off his chest. Because there's a lot he needs to discuss.
Clinton hands off the mic and goes to one of the corners to watch. Chris continues to seethe for a couple of more minutes.
There isn't a whole hell of a lot I can say good about anyone involved in the match. At least one other wrestler in the match has been respectful of me and of Jack...of course, it has to be Versus Vince from the other team, considering that most of the other people involved in this match besides him and us don't have the kind of head on their shoulders that we do- but you know what? I ain't gonna sweat the petty bullshit this week. Let's throw it out there right now- Jackson, I hate you and want you to drop dead. There, I said it. You were worthless when you wrestled in UHW and you're just as worthless here. But you know what? I may just try and be the bigger man and work with you. And Matt, you're a piece of shit who probably sucked or slept his way to the top. You and I go as far back as GWX and you were never impressive enough to stand out to me. How you're still gainfully employed in wrestling is beyond me, but that's not the point. The point is that we are in a tag match together, for better or for worse, and I do not expect to lose. And if either one of you does anything to cause me to have this loss on my record, then so help me God I will make it a living hell for you after the match. I'm only saying it once so I hope to God you heard me.
Now, let's take a look at the opposite side of the ball. I don't know much about Andy Lionheart. I really don't. You'd think I would, having been around the guy in a couple of companies, but that's what makes him an X factor. Because you never can tell with people like that just how they're going to do when they step in the ring with you. It's no disrespect, Andy, but let's just put it like this- I don't know enough about you to make a decision concerning your abilities. But trust me, I'm not taking you lightly.
And now let's go to one of the other two people involved in this match- if you can call Tyler Guevara a person. I mean, this is a guy who served the United States of America and he can't stand the country? I tell you something, Tyler, you had best watch yourself. Because I don't take kindly to anybody disrespecting me and I ESPECIALLY don't take kindly to people disrespecting the land that I love. Especially not some Hispanic degenerate who probably has a bunch of kids he doesn't care about, a girlfriend who he beats, a membership in the Latin Kings, and a few other things that a lot of lowlife Hispanic people have. Before anybody says anything, I know there are just as many who want to succeed and have succceeded- but people like this Tyler Guevara fucktard make those stereotypes somewhat accurate. I suggest, for your sake, Tyler, that you keep the upside down American flag away from the ring. Because if I see it, it's going somewhere where you don't want it to. And if you even have the balls to step in the ring with me, I'm gonna beat your stupid *bleep* ass so hard that you'll go flying back to whatever country your family is from. Maybe instead of getting paid in dollars for this match we could give you pesos, pesetas, or whatever money they give out in Spanish speaking countries.
And last but certainly not least, let's have a talk with the man who'll be facing me at WrestleStock, Alexander Draven. Nice job last week, Alex, taking me up on my challenge. Because there's a few people that I came in wanting to target and you are one of 'em. Do you have any idea how responsible you were for the Army of the Gods disintegrating? Screw your damn trust issues with people. Jack stuck his neck out for you. Angel stuck his neck out for you. Dammit, that should've been enough for you and it wasn't. As a matter of fact, he called me a couple of times to come to SNW to take your place. He was ready to fire your stupid ass from the group because he was tired of your bullshit. You know who convinced him after awhile to keep you around because I thought you'd come around? That's right. It was me. And how did you repay him, and subsequently me? You disappeared when he and the rest of the Army needed you the most...and I'm willing to bet that you probably were to blame for the sequence of events that led to the destruction of the Army of the Gods just as much as that little midget bitch Wench and that little cocksucking fruitcake Matt Margera were. And if you think that you're gonna have any chance of beating me at WrestleStock- hell, if you think you're gonna get the better of me this week- you're SORELY mistaken. You have no idea what's gonna be coming your way. None whatsoever. I'm carrying enough anger...enough rage...enough emotion for two this week. And you're directly in the line of fire.
And this goes out to any other person involved in this match who wants to be a hero...if you in any way do ANYTHING to rub me the wrong way, I can guarantee you that you're gonna pay in kind...and no matter what I decide to do you are NOT gonna like how it ends.
Jack walks over to Chris and pats him on the back.
That felt good, didn't it?
Yeah. Let's go.
They both leave and the lights in the building go out.
You know, there's only so much that a man can say about the people he wrestles with and against and quite frankly, I'm tired of talking for a week. I've got people in the ring who I know, who I don't know, some on my side and some not, and I really don't have a damn thing to prove to anybody. I've done what I've done here and I'm saving my energy for WrestleStock.
As for my buddy here, well, I don't mind saying that he was rather displeased with what he heard from his other teammates besides me. And I've been trying to calm him down, but as you guys have seen over the last two weeks he really is in the frame of mind where no matter what you try, it just doesn't work. So what I've decided to do is yield the floor to Chris and let him get some things off his chest. Because there's a lot he needs to discuss.
Clinton hands off the mic and goes to one of the corners to watch. Chris continues to seethe for a couple of more minutes.
There isn't a whole hell of a lot I can say good about anyone involved in the match. At least one other wrestler in the match has been respectful of me and of Jack...of course, it has to be Versus Vince from the other team, considering that most of the other people involved in this match besides him and us don't have the kind of head on their shoulders that we do- but you know what? I ain't gonna sweat the petty bullshit this week. Let's throw it out there right now- Jackson, I hate you and want you to drop dead. There, I said it. You were worthless when you wrestled in UHW and you're just as worthless here. But you know what? I may just try and be the bigger man and work with you. And Matt, you're a piece of shit who probably sucked or slept his way to the top. You and I go as far back as GWX and you were never impressive enough to stand out to me. How you're still gainfully employed in wrestling is beyond me, but that's not the point. The point is that we are in a tag match together, for better or for worse, and I do not expect to lose. And if either one of you does anything to cause me to have this loss on my record, then so help me God I will make it a living hell for you after the match. I'm only saying it once so I hope to God you heard me.
Now, let's take a look at the opposite side of the ball. I don't know much about Andy Lionheart. I really don't. You'd think I would, having been around the guy in a couple of companies, but that's what makes him an X factor. Because you never can tell with people like that just how they're going to do when they step in the ring with you. It's no disrespect, Andy, but let's just put it like this- I don't know enough about you to make a decision concerning your abilities. But trust me, I'm not taking you lightly.
And now let's go to one of the other two people involved in this match- if you can call Tyler Guevara a person. I mean, this is a guy who served the United States of America and he can't stand the country? I tell you something, Tyler, you had best watch yourself. Because I don't take kindly to anybody disrespecting me and I ESPECIALLY don't take kindly to people disrespecting the land that I love. Especially not some Hispanic degenerate who probably has a bunch of kids he doesn't care about, a girlfriend who he beats, a membership in the Latin Kings, and a few other things that a lot of lowlife Hispanic people have. Before anybody says anything, I know there are just as many who want to succeed and have succceeded- but people like this Tyler Guevara fucktard make those stereotypes somewhat accurate. I suggest, for your sake, Tyler, that you keep the upside down American flag away from the ring. Because if I see it, it's going somewhere where you don't want it to. And if you even have the balls to step in the ring with me, I'm gonna beat your stupid *bleep* ass so hard that you'll go flying back to whatever country your family is from. Maybe instead of getting paid in dollars for this match we could give you pesos, pesetas, or whatever money they give out in Spanish speaking countries.
And last but certainly not least, let's have a talk with the man who'll be facing me at WrestleStock, Alexander Draven. Nice job last week, Alex, taking me up on my challenge. Because there's a few people that I came in wanting to target and you are one of 'em. Do you have any idea how responsible you were for the Army of the Gods disintegrating? Screw your damn trust issues with people. Jack stuck his neck out for you. Angel stuck his neck out for you. Dammit, that should've been enough for you and it wasn't. As a matter of fact, he called me a couple of times to come to SNW to take your place. He was ready to fire your stupid ass from the group because he was tired of your bullshit. You know who convinced him after awhile to keep you around because I thought you'd come around? That's right. It was me. And how did you repay him, and subsequently me? You disappeared when he and the rest of the Army needed you the most...and I'm willing to bet that you probably were to blame for the sequence of events that led to the destruction of the Army of the Gods just as much as that little midget bitch Wench and that little cocksucking fruitcake Matt Margera were. And if you think that you're gonna have any chance of beating me at WrestleStock- hell, if you think you're gonna get the better of me this week- you're SORELY mistaken. You have no idea what's gonna be coming your way. None whatsoever. I'm carrying enough anger...enough rage...enough emotion for two this week. And you're directly in the line of fire.
And this goes out to any other person involved in this match who wants to be a hero...if you in any way do ANYTHING to rub me the wrong way, I can guarantee you that you're gonna pay in kind...and no matter what I decide to do you are NOT gonna like how it ends.
Jack walks over to Chris and pats him on the back.
That felt good, didn't it?
Yeah. Let's go.
They both leave and the lights in the building go out.
