Post by freak on Jan 27, 2010 1:24:03 GMT -6
Jack Clinton is sitting outside near the pool at his house in San Diego, having just watched James Jackson rip into him.
James, James, James...you see, this is the problem that I've had with you over the last three years and change. You're too deluded as to what you are and how much worth you really have. Because I look at what you said and it doesn't impress me a bit. It's a rerun. I've seen all this before back in UHW...and what happened to you there? You were held back like a slow kid in kindergarten, and all because you were too stubborn to admit what you were doing wasn't right or take steps to try and fix your situation. And here we are again, the delusions reappearing.
You see, James, there's a little problem with your logic. Yeah, you and Silvus have been through quite the wringer together...but you haven't done any of that with me. In fact, we've only faced each other ONCE. And I BEAT you that one time. Of course, we were scheduled to go down that road again two years ago...but what happened? You ran away like the scared little girl most of your coworkers know you to be. Why am I not surprised you decide to be a big man now that you've returned after another episode of you pussying out?
As far as I'm concerned, you wanna ask me if I can defeat the best wrestler in SNW? Why are YOU, of all people, asking me this question? I'm at the point where I seriously need to question the sanity of some people involved in the decision making around here because the only people worth a shit in this so called tournament are Alex Daniels and me. You belong in the janitor's room at a Walmart mopping floors and Wench? As far as I'm concerned she can go star in a Wizard of Oz stage show as a Munchkin. Neither one of you are worth the time or the effort. Hell, I feel like I'm wasting your time cutting this promo, but I'm gonna continue.
You wanna talk about staking claims to things? How about you worry about what's gonna be standing across from you in the ring this Saturday night? If I was you I really wouldn't continue down this shit-talking, dickwaving path you find yourself on. Because right now, the last thing I need is a worthless sack of cow dung like you trying to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and trying to convince everyone that you are more than what at least 85% of the locker room that's worked with you in the past knows you really and truly are.
In case you haven't noticed, James, things haven't exactly been going right for the last couple of weeks in Jack Clinton's kingdom. As a matter of fact, the kingdom's all but crumbled around me and I'm left to pick up whatever pieces I can and throw them at the people trying to stand in my way. And whoever's there is coming across me at the wrong time and in the wrong place. Because there's a volcano slowly building pressure inside me...and sooner or later, within the next week, it's going to erupt and erupt severely. And there's going to be little or nothing left for you to do once it does, James.
You wanna know why, or how, perhaps? Because I've grown sick and tired of people talking shit about things that neither are accurate or titles that don't belong to them. And I've also grown sick and tired of people thinking that they're better than me all because they have things that I don't. Do you honestly think that Vincent Matthews is a better wrestler than me because he's currently the Texas Champion? I proved time and again in the ring with him over the last few months that he may be the champion but he is not better than Jack Clinton. I proved it to many wrestlers over the last two years when all they said was that I was a freak. A loser. A man who was never going to amount to much of anything in the wrestling world. Remember two years ago, James? When you were the big man in the company and decided to vanish into thin air never to be heard from again for awhile? Who was the guy they handed your mantel to? That's right, it was ME! Because, again, I proved the doubters wrong!
Do you notice a pattern there? On and on and on over the last couple of years it's been nothing but doubt about me. About my abilities. About what I can really get done in the ring. You should know, but instead you forget. Instead you try to already push yourself through to the next level without realizing the mountain you have to climb over to get there. A big, freakish looking, pissed off mountain that's cracking at the seams. Maybe I'm getting a little too monotonous here but still- you think that this is just going to be a casual stroll through the park. I'm here to tell you it ain't.
And almost every single word you said is going to make it tougher and tougher and tougher for you to escape your two eventual fates. The first, of course, is your inevitable loss to me. The second is the forced looking back at your choices and a forced new set. And if I know you as well as I think I know you, having worked with you for most of the last half decade as I have, you'll vanish into irrelevancy once again when we're done here. Your reputation, unfortunately, precedes you.
I trust, though, that you'll prove me wrong on that part for once. Because I'd hate to see you take a dive and run away from me again just when things were starting to get a little interesting...
Clinton sits back. FTB.
James, James, James...you see, this is the problem that I've had with you over the last three years and change. You're too deluded as to what you are and how much worth you really have. Because I look at what you said and it doesn't impress me a bit. It's a rerun. I've seen all this before back in UHW...and what happened to you there? You were held back like a slow kid in kindergarten, and all because you were too stubborn to admit what you were doing wasn't right or take steps to try and fix your situation. And here we are again, the delusions reappearing.
You see, James, there's a little problem with your logic. Yeah, you and Silvus have been through quite the wringer together...but you haven't done any of that with me. In fact, we've only faced each other ONCE. And I BEAT you that one time. Of course, we were scheduled to go down that road again two years ago...but what happened? You ran away like the scared little girl most of your coworkers know you to be. Why am I not surprised you decide to be a big man now that you've returned after another episode of you pussying out?
As far as I'm concerned, you wanna ask me if I can defeat the best wrestler in SNW? Why are YOU, of all people, asking me this question? I'm at the point where I seriously need to question the sanity of some people involved in the decision making around here because the only people worth a shit in this so called tournament are Alex Daniels and me. You belong in the janitor's room at a Walmart mopping floors and Wench? As far as I'm concerned she can go star in a Wizard of Oz stage show as a Munchkin. Neither one of you are worth the time or the effort. Hell, I feel like I'm wasting your time cutting this promo, but I'm gonna continue.
You wanna talk about staking claims to things? How about you worry about what's gonna be standing across from you in the ring this Saturday night? If I was you I really wouldn't continue down this shit-talking, dickwaving path you find yourself on. Because right now, the last thing I need is a worthless sack of cow dung like you trying to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and trying to convince everyone that you are more than what at least 85% of the locker room that's worked with you in the past knows you really and truly are.
In case you haven't noticed, James, things haven't exactly been going right for the last couple of weeks in Jack Clinton's kingdom. As a matter of fact, the kingdom's all but crumbled around me and I'm left to pick up whatever pieces I can and throw them at the people trying to stand in my way. And whoever's there is coming across me at the wrong time and in the wrong place. Because there's a volcano slowly building pressure inside me...and sooner or later, within the next week, it's going to erupt and erupt severely. And there's going to be little or nothing left for you to do once it does, James.
You wanna know why, or how, perhaps? Because I've grown sick and tired of people talking shit about things that neither are accurate or titles that don't belong to them. And I've also grown sick and tired of people thinking that they're better than me all because they have things that I don't. Do you honestly think that Vincent Matthews is a better wrestler than me because he's currently the Texas Champion? I proved time and again in the ring with him over the last few months that he may be the champion but he is not better than Jack Clinton. I proved it to many wrestlers over the last two years when all they said was that I was a freak. A loser. A man who was never going to amount to much of anything in the wrestling world. Remember two years ago, James? When you were the big man in the company and decided to vanish into thin air never to be heard from again for awhile? Who was the guy they handed your mantel to? That's right, it was ME! Because, again, I proved the doubters wrong!
Do you notice a pattern there? On and on and on over the last couple of years it's been nothing but doubt about me. About my abilities. About what I can really get done in the ring. You should know, but instead you forget. Instead you try to already push yourself through to the next level without realizing the mountain you have to climb over to get there. A big, freakish looking, pissed off mountain that's cracking at the seams. Maybe I'm getting a little too monotonous here but still- you think that this is just going to be a casual stroll through the park. I'm here to tell you it ain't.
And almost every single word you said is going to make it tougher and tougher and tougher for you to escape your two eventual fates. The first, of course, is your inevitable loss to me. The second is the forced looking back at your choices and a forced new set. And if I know you as well as I think I know you, having worked with you for most of the last half decade as I have, you'll vanish into irrelevancy once again when we're done here. Your reputation, unfortunately, precedes you.
I trust, though, that you'll prove me wrong on that part for once. Because I'd hate to see you take a dive and run away from me again just when things were starting to get a little interesting...
Clinton sits back. FTB.
