Post by freak on Mar 8, 2010 23:14:10 GMT -6
As we have become accustomed to, Jack Clinton is in his home in San Diego ready to speak to whoever will be watching this.
March 27, 2010. Arlington, Texas. Cowboys Stadium. The second annual installment of SNW WrestleStock. What amounts to the culmination of another SNW season/year of wrestling. And oh, what a year it's been for ol' Jack Clinton. Highs, lows, and a few in-betweens. Contending for championships. Being the top dog. And now there's a chance to get back there. Believe me when I tell you, I do not plan on screwing that up.
Now, I don't understand why I keep having to go through all the bullshit I've had to go through to get back to being close to this position. Out of every man who's wrestled Vincent Matthews over the last year, who's the only one that's come anywhere near close to defeating him, yet to fall victim to his connections and cheating ways? That's right. I was. He cheated to win the title when he trapped me in an illegal chokehold. He was given a win in the last man standing match when he didn't stand. So you'd think being screwed like I had been would keep me at the top. But instead I've been passed over time and again. And while I will always give Chris Angel my credit and my support and call him a favorite to take the SNW Texas Championship, he knows as well as I do that if I climb the scaffold and come down with the briefcase, I will not let him off easy just because he's my friend.
And if I would be willing to take on my best friend to become Texas Champion, then you can probably tell from there that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to become the man who would take on his best friend just to take his title. It's the way of life. This isn't like Wladimir and Vitali Klitschko not being willing to fight each other to unify the heavyweight boxing title. No matter what alliances you have or how good of friends you are, if the top prize in a company is held by one and the other finds his way into the title picture, it always goes the same way. Ask any wrestler from any corner of the world and that's what they'll tell you. No matter how many guys you have to go through to get it, even if you have to go through your friends to do so...the top prize chase spares no one.
And speaking of which, let's take a look at the five other people in the match. And this time I have some perspective on all of them. Being in an eight man tag will tend to do that to you. Especially when people you despise are on your side...the winning side. Which, by the way, was thanks to me, no need to say thank you, Jackson.
Speaking of which, James...they call you the modern day hero. Or so it would appear. What I'm trying to figure out is whatever gives you the right to call yourself that. Because every single action I've seen out of you for the last couple of years has been of a man who's not a modern day hero, but an old-school coward. Quite frankly, I've run out of things to say about you and I'm just as tired of being in the same ring as you. So I'm just gonna leave it at that and wait for whatever sniveling little response you have to this. I am literally going to sit here and wait for you to make your little rambling response like you usually do.
Andy Lionheart. A man whose mouth apparently ran faster than his brain last week. Which is why your dumbass team found yourselves on the losing end. Well, as far as I'm concerned, you had a chance to prove to me that you were worth the time or the effort, and quite frankly you weren't up to snuff. So this time I'm not gonna go in with anything more than contempt for you, as well. Not because of what you did last week...but because Chris P., a man who's won more world championships than you ever will in your career, can't shut your damn mouth for you. Trust me, it's gonna be fun lawndarting you off that scaffold multiple times.
Versus Vince. A man who's made enough of an impact since he debuted here that he's earned his place in the Balance of Power match. And with good reason. Because it takes a huge effort to become a star in this industry. A lot of blood, a lot of sweat, and a lot of tears...and everything else. Now, I'm not going to take anything away from you. Because you may be one of the most talented people in this match. And your time will come. But it just won't happen here. And it won't happen at this time.
And then there's the bottom of the barrel...Tyler Guevara. The Mexican-American Douchebag. No. Screw that. You're Paco Mexicano from now on. You get used to me calling you that. Because your actions and words over the last week didn't earn you any reason for me to call you by an actual name. I don't know what your plan is for WrestleStock and quite frankly, I don't care. It's going to be a lot of unnecessary bullshit and all it's going to get you is beat. So don't waste anybody's time, Paco, and go back to standing in front of Home Depot with the rest of the daylaborers.
And least- last, I mean...Matt Effing Margera. The wannabe skate bum who basically I can blame for ruining my time here. Taking away everything I had. Gimme a damn break. How are you still employed in the wrestling business? Whose cock do you have to suck every hour to keep your job? Really? I could take a pile full of cow chips, sculpt it into a person, animate it, and hire it and it would still make a better wrestler than you ever could hope to be. Why? Why are you even here? What unspeakable things have you done to get placed here? Really.
There's a lot more to say and a lot of time to say it...but you know what? I'm gonna save my breath and end it here. Because I know I've probably pissed off most of the five of you in some way and I know you're all at the place where you are going to feel compelled to respond...so you know what? Have at it. Prove to me that you aren't all worthless and that I'm not anywhere in the ballpark as to how you guys really are. Prove to me that I'm not going to be the one to climb that scaffold, grab the briefcase, and come down with it. Please. Show me.
Clinton sits down and holds his arms out like he's saying "come on".
FTB.
March 27, 2010. Arlington, Texas. Cowboys Stadium. The second annual installment of SNW WrestleStock. What amounts to the culmination of another SNW season/year of wrestling. And oh, what a year it's been for ol' Jack Clinton. Highs, lows, and a few in-betweens. Contending for championships. Being the top dog. And now there's a chance to get back there. Believe me when I tell you, I do not plan on screwing that up.
Now, I don't understand why I keep having to go through all the bullshit I've had to go through to get back to being close to this position. Out of every man who's wrestled Vincent Matthews over the last year, who's the only one that's come anywhere near close to defeating him, yet to fall victim to his connections and cheating ways? That's right. I was. He cheated to win the title when he trapped me in an illegal chokehold. He was given a win in the last man standing match when he didn't stand. So you'd think being screwed like I had been would keep me at the top. But instead I've been passed over time and again. And while I will always give Chris Angel my credit and my support and call him a favorite to take the SNW Texas Championship, he knows as well as I do that if I climb the scaffold and come down with the briefcase, I will not let him off easy just because he's my friend.
And if I would be willing to take on my best friend to become Texas Champion, then you can probably tell from there that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to become the man who would take on his best friend just to take his title. It's the way of life. This isn't like Wladimir and Vitali Klitschko not being willing to fight each other to unify the heavyweight boxing title. No matter what alliances you have or how good of friends you are, if the top prize in a company is held by one and the other finds his way into the title picture, it always goes the same way. Ask any wrestler from any corner of the world and that's what they'll tell you. No matter how many guys you have to go through to get it, even if you have to go through your friends to do so...the top prize chase spares no one.
And speaking of which, let's take a look at the five other people in the match. And this time I have some perspective on all of them. Being in an eight man tag will tend to do that to you. Especially when people you despise are on your side...the winning side. Which, by the way, was thanks to me, no need to say thank you, Jackson.
Speaking of which, James...they call you the modern day hero. Or so it would appear. What I'm trying to figure out is whatever gives you the right to call yourself that. Because every single action I've seen out of you for the last couple of years has been of a man who's not a modern day hero, but an old-school coward. Quite frankly, I've run out of things to say about you and I'm just as tired of being in the same ring as you. So I'm just gonna leave it at that and wait for whatever sniveling little response you have to this. I am literally going to sit here and wait for you to make your little rambling response like you usually do.
Andy Lionheart. A man whose mouth apparently ran faster than his brain last week. Which is why your dumbass team found yourselves on the losing end. Well, as far as I'm concerned, you had a chance to prove to me that you were worth the time or the effort, and quite frankly you weren't up to snuff. So this time I'm not gonna go in with anything more than contempt for you, as well. Not because of what you did last week...but because Chris P., a man who's won more world championships than you ever will in your career, can't shut your damn mouth for you. Trust me, it's gonna be fun lawndarting you off that scaffold multiple times.
Versus Vince. A man who's made enough of an impact since he debuted here that he's earned his place in the Balance of Power match. And with good reason. Because it takes a huge effort to become a star in this industry. A lot of blood, a lot of sweat, and a lot of tears...and everything else. Now, I'm not going to take anything away from you. Because you may be one of the most talented people in this match. And your time will come. But it just won't happen here. And it won't happen at this time.
And then there's the bottom of the barrel...Tyler Guevara. The Mexican-American Douchebag. No. Screw that. You're Paco Mexicano from now on. You get used to me calling you that. Because your actions and words over the last week didn't earn you any reason for me to call you by an actual name. I don't know what your plan is for WrestleStock and quite frankly, I don't care. It's going to be a lot of unnecessary bullshit and all it's going to get you is beat. So don't waste anybody's time, Paco, and go back to standing in front of Home Depot with the rest of the daylaborers.
And least- last, I mean...Matt Effing Margera. The wannabe skate bum who basically I can blame for ruining my time here. Taking away everything I had. Gimme a damn break. How are you still employed in the wrestling business? Whose cock do you have to suck every hour to keep your job? Really? I could take a pile full of cow chips, sculpt it into a person, animate it, and hire it and it would still make a better wrestler than you ever could hope to be. Why? Why are you even here? What unspeakable things have you done to get placed here? Really.
There's a lot more to say and a lot of time to say it...but you know what? I'm gonna save my breath and end it here. Because I know I've probably pissed off most of the five of you in some way and I know you're all at the place where you are going to feel compelled to respond...so you know what? Have at it. Prove to me that you aren't all worthless and that I'm not anywhere in the ballpark as to how you guys really are. Prove to me that I'm not going to be the one to climb that scaffold, grab the briefcase, and come down with it. Please. Show me.
Clinton sits down and holds his arms out like he's saying "come on".
FTB.
