Post by freak on Mar 19, 2010 0:43:55 GMT -6
Jack Clinton has heard what Tyler Guevara, aka Paco Mexicano (at least according to him) has had to say and needless to say it offended him a great deal. And he is going to speak about it.
Listen to me, Paco, you slimy piece of burrito-ridden shit, and you listen good. I am not going to let a traitorous little cowardly monkey turd like you run my good name through the dirt without responding. You understand that? Comprende my English? Habla ingles, fucker? Don't you EVER talk shit about me and expect to get away with it.
First of all, I am a better wrestler than you, and I'm gonna be damned if I'm gonna be disrespected by some 7 foot beanpole that thinks he's the shit. Okay? Number two, you don't even belong in this match, so why don't you take the Alternative Lifestylers, go to the Gordietorium, and have a nice big circle jerk? You'll be doing us all a favor. And number three, fuck you. Okay?
And while you're at it, spare us all the half-assed revisionist history you're slinging at us, okay? Save that for slinging burgers. First of all, you have no idea just how much bullshit I've had to to slog through in my time here and in every other place that I've called home since I broke into this business five years ago. I've been promised a lot of things by a lot of people and none of those promises have ever been fulfilled. I've had to prove a lot of people wrong over the years to get where I've been, and that's involved a lot of being passed over, being forgotten about, and being overlooked. So don't you EVER talk to me about being overlooked, understood? I've been up and down and up and down more times than you've crossed the border illegally, and I'm not gonna listen to someone who doesn't understand that point bitch and moan about it.
You wanna talk about how I didn't respect you? Really? Maybe if I had a damn clue as to who you were I might've found some level of respect for you. I didn't know who the fuck you were! Did we ever step in the ring together? Hell if I remember! I'm not gonna let you assume facts not in evidence just because I wasn't even aware who in the blue hell you were before you decided to run away and hide, got me?
I don't care if you may or may not have been on my level back then, but you know what? Maybe if I had some idea as to who the hell you were, we might not have had this level of miscommunication, right? You wanna talk about how I was main eventing shows while you were being the good guy? When I first got here, all I could get was matches with the Goddamned Emo Syndicate. Does that count as main eventing in your eyes? Huh? Don't get mad because my career's taken a different direction than yours all because you ran away and hid, got it?
And you REALLY crossed the line when you decided to start calling me a racist. Oh BOY, did you ever. You have a problem with me attacking your name? Pick a different. Like Bloody Vagina. Or Massengil. Or something else womanly because all you're doing is whining and crying like a woman. And you want respect? YOU want RESPECT? Where the hell am I supposed to give it to you, huh? You should be showing a little damn humility before you can even TALK about respect, understood?
You wanna wipe your ass with my picture? Well, I went ahead and decided to do something a little different.
Clinton gets up and walks over to an effigy of Tyler Guevara with a noose around its neck. He strikes a match and touches it to the effigy, which immediately lights.
Get the point, Paco?
He walks back over to where he was.
You want to try and throw me off the scaffold? I'll go right up there and dare you. And then when you come up there, I'll grab you. I'll lift you high in the air. And then I'll give you a literal Three Story Hell Ride to the ring. Then I'll climb down and drag your dead Mexican ass back up there. Then I'll chokeslam you off the scaffold to the ring below. Then I'll climb down and drag your dead Mexican ass back up there again. And then I'm gonna grab a hold of you like I'm gonna lawn dart you off the scaffold. And then I'm gonna throw you so damn hard, and with so much damn force, that hopefully you'll go back to whatever border town your were shat out from your Mexican mother's ass and never taint an SNW ring again.
You think I'm fucking around? Just try me and see. I'll be waiting for you.
The camera slowly turns away from Clinton and focuses on the still-burning effigy.
Listen to me, Paco, you slimy piece of burrito-ridden shit, and you listen good. I am not going to let a traitorous little cowardly monkey turd like you run my good name through the dirt without responding. You understand that? Comprende my English? Habla ingles, fucker? Don't you EVER talk shit about me and expect to get away with it.
First of all, I am a better wrestler than you, and I'm gonna be damned if I'm gonna be disrespected by some 7 foot beanpole that thinks he's the shit. Okay? Number two, you don't even belong in this match, so why don't you take the Alternative Lifestylers, go to the Gordietorium, and have a nice big circle jerk? You'll be doing us all a favor. And number three, fuck you. Okay?
And while you're at it, spare us all the half-assed revisionist history you're slinging at us, okay? Save that for slinging burgers. First of all, you have no idea just how much bullshit I've had to to slog through in my time here and in every other place that I've called home since I broke into this business five years ago. I've been promised a lot of things by a lot of people and none of those promises have ever been fulfilled. I've had to prove a lot of people wrong over the years to get where I've been, and that's involved a lot of being passed over, being forgotten about, and being overlooked. So don't you EVER talk to me about being overlooked, understood? I've been up and down and up and down more times than you've crossed the border illegally, and I'm not gonna listen to someone who doesn't understand that point bitch and moan about it.
You wanna talk about how I didn't respect you? Really? Maybe if I had a damn clue as to who you were I might've found some level of respect for you. I didn't know who the fuck you were! Did we ever step in the ring together? Hell if I remember! I'm not gonna let you assume facts not in evidence just because I wasn't even aware who in the blue hell you were before you decided to run away and hide, got me?
I don't care if you may or may not have been on my level back then, but you know what? Maybe if I had some idea as to who the hell you were, we might not have had this level of miscommunication, right? You wanna talk about how I was main eventing shows while you were being the good guy? When I first got here, all I could get was matches with the Goddamned Emo Syndicate. Does that count as main eventing in your eyes? Huh? Don't get mad because my career's taken a different direction than yours all because you ran away and hid, got it?
And you REALLY crossed the line when you decided to start calling me a racist. Oh BOY, did you ever. You have a problem with me attacking your name? Pick a different. Like Bloody Vagina. Or Massengil. Or something else womanly because all you're doing is whining and crying like a woman. And you want respect? YOU want RESPECT? Where the hell am I supposed to give it to you, huh? You should be showing a little damn humility before you can even TALK about respect, understood?
You wanna wipe your ass with my picture? Well, I went ahead and decided to do something a little different.
Clinton gets up and walks over to an effigy of Tyler Guevara with a noose around its neck. He strikes a match and touches it to the effigy, which immediately lights.
Get the point, Paco?
He walks back over to where he was.
You want to try and throw me off the scaffold? I'll go right up there and dare you. And then when you come up there, I'll grab you. I'll lift you high in the air. And then I'll give you a literal Three Story Hell Ride to the ring. Then I'll climb down and drag your dead Mexican ass back up there. Then I'll chokeslam you off the scaffold to the ring below. Then I'll climb down and drag your dead Mexican ass back up there again. And then I'm gonna grab a hold of you like I'm gonna lawn dart you off the scaffold. And then I'm gonna throw you so damn hard, and with so much damn force, that hopefully you'll go back to whatever border town your were shat out from your Mexican mother's ass and never taint an SNW ring again.
You think I'm fucking around? Just try me and see. I'll be waiting for you.
The camera slowly turns away from Clinton and focuses on the still-burning effigy.
