Post by freak on Mar 11, 2010 2:02:34 GMT -6
Take two for Jack Clinton, as he still is waiting for his opponents to say a word. Since he figured he gave them enough time to at least make a statement and they haven't yet, he figured it's time to go back at it. Because there's so much at stake and so much to say, Clinton is wondering why people haven't spoken up.
So I go out, I prepare myself, and I make a statement. I say what there is to say. I say whatever it is that I need to say. I expect there to be something said. I mean, after all, there's something that's gonna be happening in a couple of weeks that can make or break your careers. And what is going on here? Are you guys scared to talk? Cats got your tongues?
Or is it perhaps that you all see the final outcome? When I climb the scaffold, grab the briefcase, bring it back down the scaffold, and basically hold the biggest trump card in the company from now until whenever the time expires? It's an inevitability that you guys are going to have to start realizing. And I hope you all wise up real soon.
You know what? There's a real symbolism to this match, to tell you the truth. I know it sounds cliche but you know what? It's all part of the climb to the top that some of us here have made, some of us here haven't, and some of us here never will make. Each rung on the side of that scaffold is a step that we've taken to get where we are. Now, you may call it cliche, as I said just now, but in the end what else can you call it?
And for me it's been a climb through a lot more than just that. For almost a year and a half now I've trudged through so much bullshit that if you stacked it, you'd need about three and a half of me to accurately measure it. Some of that is my doing for letting it continue to bother me, I will definitely admit. But when you come from a situation where you were the top dog when a company folded and you come in here and don't get it done due in large part to circumstances that were well beyond your control, would you blame me if it started to get to me just a little bit?
I really don't know one way or the other what your battle plan is coming in. I have a feeling where it's going to lead, though- gang up and take me out. And why not? I'm the strongest link in this chain. When the rest of you were made you were all basically one of two things: molded from the same cookie cutter or built from whatever scraps were left when you were done. Look at me. Could you honestly say that there was any doubt that I was cut from the finest material, shaped, and then altogether fused together to create such a specimen? Come on, guys, I know you're all jealous at least a little. This is what you see in front of you, this is what you know you have to take out. And quite frankly, I don't think you guys have it in you.
This is gonna be one of those matches where it's going to be an all out, knock down, drag out brawl that's only going to end when one of us pulls himself up that scaffold rung by damn rung and grabs that briefcase from high atop the building. And then wills himself to make that long climb back down without dropping said case. It's the only way. Either I'm going to wear myself out beating down all of you or you guys are going to tire yourselves out trying to neutralize me. There's no middle ground and you all know that.
So what's it gonna be, guys? Are you going to continue to waste your time screwing around with me or are we finally going to get down to business? I've got all the time in the world to listen to you guys. So Vince, show me what you got. Andy, come in, you'll catch cold. Matt, well, you figure it out. Paco Mexicano, the cops are coming. And Jackson, stop sucking for a few seconds and at least attempt to prove me wrong.
When you're almost three weeks away from yet another big important match in your careers, guys, the key is not to get lost in the shuffle. If you guys are gonna do any talking, you might wanna get started now. I've got a lot to say, a captive audience, and nothing but time on my hands. If you want to try and shut me up and stop me in my tracks, fellas, well...
the time is now.
FTB
So I go out, I prepare myself, and I make a statement. I say what there is to say. I say whatever it is that I need to say. I expect there to be something said. I mean, after all, there's something that's gonna be happening in a couple of weeks that can make or break your careers. And what is going on here? Are you guys scared to talk? Cats got your tongues?
Or is it perhaps that you all see the final outcome? When I climb the scaffold, grab the briefcase, bring it back down the scaffold, and basically hold the biggest trump card in the company from now until whenever the time expires? It's an inevitability that you guys are going to have to start realizing. And I hope you all wise up real soon.
You know what? There's a real symbolism to this match, to tell you the truth. I know it sounds cliche but you know what? It's all part of the climb to the top that some of us here have made, some of us here haven't, and some of us here never will make. Each rung on the side of that scaffold is a step that we've taken to get where we are. Now, you may call it cliche, as I said just now, but in the end what else can you call it?
And for me it's been a climb through a lot more than just that. For almost a year and a half now I've trudged through so much bullshit that if you stacked it, you'd need about three and a half of me to accurately measure it. Some of that is my doing for letting it continue to bother me, I will definitely admit. But when you come from a situation where you were the top dog when a company folded and you come in here and don't get it done due in large part to circumstances that were well beyond your control, would you blame me if it started to get to me just a little bit?
I really don't know one way or the other what your battle plan is coming in. I have a feeling where it's going to lead, though- gang up and take me out. And why not? I'm the strongest link in this chain. When the rest of you were made you were all basically one of two things: molded from the same cookie cutter or built from whatever scraps were left when you were done. Look at me. Could you honestly say that there was any doubt that I was cut from the finest material, shaped, and then altogether fused together to create such a specimen? Come on, guys, I know you're all jealous at least a little. This is what you see in front of you, this is what you know you have to take out. And quite frankly, I don't think you guys have it in you.
This is gonna be one of those matches where it's going to be an all out, knock down, drag out brawl that's only going to end when one of us pulls himself up that scaffold rung by damn rung and grabs that briefcase from high atop the building. And then wills himself to make that long climb back down without dropping said case. It's the only way. Either I'm going to wear myself out beating down all of you or you guys are going to tire yourselves out trying to neutralize me. There's no middle ground and you all know that.
So what's it gonna be, guys? Are you going to continue to waste your time screwing around with me or are we finally going to get down to business? I've got all the time in the world to listen to you guys. So Vince, show me what you got. Andy, come in, you'll catch cold. Matt, well, you figure it out. Paco Mexicano, the cops are coming. And Jackson, stop sucking for a few seconds and at least attempt to prove me wrong.
When you're almost three weeks away from yet another big important match in your careers, guys, the key is not to get lost in the shuffle. If you guys are gonna do any talking, you might wanna get started now. I've got a lot to say, a captive audience, and nothing but time on my hands. If you want to try and shut me up and stop me in my tracks, fellas, well...
the time is now.
FTB
