Post by freak on Mar 16, 2010 0:37:18 GMT -6
Chris P. is on his private plane heading to Buffalo, New York, for some early round NCAA Tournament action. But on the way he's found time to take a few minutes to discuss his match at Wrestlestock.
So, Alex, I see you've decided that this is the time for you to keep your mouth shut. I mean, you had no problems running it when you came out and accepted my open challenge for a match at WrestleStock...you had no problem running it when we were prepping for that stupid Strange Bedfellows tag team match...yet now, when the money's on the table and you have the opportunity to do something big- you vanish. It really doesn't surprise me.
You see, this isn't just about me and you. This is about what Jack Clinton had to go through carrying your dead weight as a member of the Army of the Gods. And the fact that he can't get a hold of you to shut you up himself. Because like I said, Alex, I was this close to taking your place in the Army of the Gods back last summer. Because everybody was just sick and tired of hearing you whine and complain about your little trust issues.
Don't you think that people start to question your commitment to something when you bitch and moan about every little thing and try and pass yourself off as better than you actually are? I mean, come on, Alex, did you honestly think that you weren't pissing people off? I had Jack calling me in the wee hours of the morning wondering what he was doing wrong because you wouldn't show him the damn respect he showed you.
To me, that's pretty damned offensive. A guy thinks enough of you to offer you a spot in what he's trying to build and instead of standing alongside him and working with him and being grateful for what you had, you say how you don't trust him. How you don't trust anybody who worked their damndest to try and make you feel welcome. You think that is supposed to make people respect you? Fuck you. The only reason Jack kept you in there as long as he did was because you eventually came around and realized what the hell was going on.
And then what did you do? After all of that, what did you do? I tell you what happened- you took to the road and beat it when everybody in the Army needed you the most. Like the coward that you are. Do you have any idea how much disrespect that shows? I mean, for Christ's sake, you wanna talk about getting your hands on me and hurting me, and then you're confronted with all of that cowardice you showed- how am I supposed to believe that you're about what you say you're about?
Now see, Alex, I need some time away from all of this, and I'll be in Buffalo for the weekend watching some college hoops action. Sports are a great distraction from the boring and the banal and the lame, disrespectful douchebags like you. But don't think I'm not gonna be ready for you. Oh no. Because once I leave Buffalo, I'm coming down to Arlington to start getting ready.
And once I get there I'm just gonna wait. And wait. And wait. Wait for you to speak your piece. Wait for you to say whatever it is you think that's going to put you in a brighter light than me. Wait for the night to come. Wait for the show to start. Wait for the match to be announced, Wait for the bell to ring. And wait for whatever first move you decide to make.
You see, Alex, it's just a waiting game at this point. But once we step in that ring, it's my time. It's my match. It's your own funeral. And I guarantee you a couple of things. One, the amount of anger and rage that comes out of me is gonna be enough for two people. Jack Clinton's anger over what you did, and my anger over your and your buddy Andy Lionheart's constant disrespect of me.
And no matter what you think you're going to accomplish in this match, Alex, I can guarantee you this second thing...no matter what you do, you're not going to like what I do to you. And you're not going to like how this will end. Book it.
FTB.
So, Alex, I see you've decided that this is the time for you to keep your mouth shut. I mean, you had no problems running it when you came out and accepted my open challenge for a match at WrestleStock...you had no problem running it when we were prepping for that stupid Strange Bedfellows tag team match...yet now, when the money's on the table and you have the opportunity to do something big- you vanish. It really doesn't surprise me.
You see, this isn't just about me and you. This is about what Jack Clinton had to go through carrying your dead weight as a member of the Army of the Gods. And the fact that he can't get a hold of you to shut you up himself. Because like I said, Alex, I was this close to taking your place in the Army of the Gods back last summer. Because everybody was just sick and tired of hearing you whine and complain about your little trust issues.
Don't you think that people start to question your commitment to something when you bitch and moan about every little thing and try and pass yourself off as better than you actually are? I mean, come on, Alex, did you honestly think that you weren't pissing people off? I had Jack calling me in the wee hours of the morning wondering what he was doing wrong because you wouldn't show him the damn respect he showed you.
To me, that's pretty damned offensive. A guy thinks enough of you to offer you a spot in what he's trying to build and instead of standing alongside him and working with him and being grateful for what you had, you say how you don't trust him. How you don't trust anybody who worked their damndest to try and make you feel welcome. You think that is supposed to make people respect you? Fuck you. The only reason Jack kept you in there as long as he did was because you eventually came around and realized what the hell was going on.
And then what did you do? After all of that, what did you do? I tell you what happened- you took to the road and beat it when everybody in the Army needed you the most. Like the coward that you are. Do you have any idea how much disrespect that shows? I mean, for Christ's sake, you wanna talk about getting your hands on me and hurting me, and then you're confronted with all of that cowardice you showed- how am I supposed to believe that you're about what you say you're about?
Now see, Alex, I need some time away from all of this, and I'll be in Buffalo for the weekend watching some college hoops action. Sports are a great distraction from the boring and the banal and the lame, disrespectful douchebags like you. But don't think I'm not gonna be ready for you. Oh no. Because once I leave Buffalo, I'm coming down to Arlington to start getting ready.
And once I get there I'm just gonna wait. And wait. And wait. Wait for you to speak your piece. Wait for you to say whatever it is you think that's going to put you in a brighter light than me. Wait for the night to come. Wait for the show to start. Wait for the match to be announced, Wait for the bell to ring. And wait for whatever first move you decide to make.
You see, Alex, it's just a waiting game at this point. But once we step in that ring, it's my time. It's my match. It's your own funeral. And I guarantee you a couple of things. One, the amount of anger and rage that comes out of me is gonna be enough for two people. Jack Clinton's anger over what you did, and my anger over your and your buddy Andy Lionheart's constant disrespect of me.
And no matter what you think you're going to accomplish in this match, Alex, I can guarantee you this second thing...no matter what you do, you're not going to like what I do to you. And you're not going to like how this will end. Book it.
FTB.
