Post by James Jackson on Feb 2, 2010 5:02:25 GMT -6
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The actions & words are of my character and are not nor intended to offend anyone in any aspect thank you.
The scene opens showing a man on his knees looking down at the tiled floor below him. The man begins to speak as his head is tilted down.
"You know I could say without sounding arrogant or cocky that there is a lot the two of us have in common. I mean we both have the weight of the world on our shoulders. We've both been abused by our peers, destroyed inside by those around us. Yet we both kept to what we believed in and followed through to our own paths. Surely we both preach different methods and different messages in general but we are alike. I mean you were put in this world to try to turn millions of people into believers. I was born to wrestle to change the very dying breed I live for. We both have many nicknames, your the Messiah, The Holy Savior, Christ Almighty. Me I'm God's Gift, Wrestling's Messiah, Anti-Hardcore Icon, Your Modern Day Hero.
We both are so alike I mean my mother died at a young age, your mother went through the pressure of delivering the savior of the world. My father was a drunk abusive guy who left. Your dad well he always kept be called Mick Foley during the 90s. Which more power to him, we both have our common grounds, yours is the church, mine is the wrestling ring. We both have enemies, yours being the Prince of Darkness, mine being whoever Codi Shane puts before me. You have millions of people who actually hate you. I have the whole state of Texas. Many wars have started due to your name, I've shed my blood, sweat and tears for my words. You died for everyone's sin and well that's were we draw the fine line.
Come to think of it, why did you? Have you seen the filth the world has become. Third world countries everywhere, poor cities, bad economy, wars left and right, blood of the innocent being shed and thats the world you died for. You died for the porn stars, you died for the drunks, you died for the abusers, you died for superheroes who hang out with lionhearts? That's what you died for I mean I feel blessed you died for me. But look at the bigger picture you took two nails to the wood for that. Ever since you went off into the sunset this world has gone straight down the toilet. Kind of reminds me of the sport, wait the industry, no the sports entertainment business that I maintain a job in.
I mean this sport is in the toilet, no one cares about Mondays they got agents running around for 24 hours to watch. Tuesdays no one even knows what channel that show is on. Thursday there to busy re-doing stuff from ten years ago. Friday everyone is too busy paying too much money for actors who make too much money. Sundays too busy praying to you or watching the good ol American sports. I mean I'm kind of surprised people even stumble across and watch SNW. I mean Saturdays in Dallas Fort Worth area you could be busy watching the Mavericks find ways to choke the season again. Then again you could be waiting like every year you do for the Rangers to actually mean something for once. So I guess SNW is watched not because its awesome, no because its in Texas and there isn't anything better these people do but drink beer and play couch potato all day.
I mean I ask one thing why do people boo me? Its like why do people hate you right. I mean I'm the good guy here, I want these people to finally have someone that isn't repeating himself about stuff that happened somewhere else, that doesn't hold a merit to anything in the current year of 2010. Why cheer someone who just talks about his past? Why cheer some overweight people who should get subway and eat fresh? Why would you sit around here and praise some magic guy named Angel. None of this is making any sense to me, can you give me a sign, drop me a lifeline like Regis would come on I need something here to work with. Then it all came to me. It all flashed before my eyes, I figured it all out. Of course these people are going to cheer all these flawed people, these degenerates as there called. I mean the biggest superstar of the 90s was a beer drinking, swearing, bald son of a bitch. Well the superstar of the 2000s was a white rapping man who got all the kids to cheer him because he can wave his hand in front of his face, well hey guess what you sure can see this. So its all coming to me and you know what I will thrive in the role of bad guy, boo me folks go ahead.
I will not stop with what I'm saying I do believe I'm the Chosen One, unlike some guy who spells his name with one J, two F's two R's two T's ah forget about it. The reality is, the fact of the matter is that I walked into this business in 1999 with a simple purpose I froze my ass off in some small gym in Canada to stand before you all as the best wrestler in this company. I am not something of the flash in the pan or a blast from the past. You see I claim myself to be the Modern Day Hero, because that's what I am, I am the guy everyone should be cheering for. He's the clean cut guy, he doesn't cheat, he doesn't need needles or even chairs to enhance his skill. He actually has some kind of humor and makes a joke unlike some hosts you see on that show on Mondays. I have a tan, I'm not dead, I am not a midget and well I'm the cooler Canadian than that Cage guy. So why do you people not believe in me? Is it because I'm not like others and be this some broken record and talk about how there is some conspiracy theory around here about how I am not getting the respect I deserve damn it."
The man stands up and turns around, and its shown to be James Jackson glaring at the view of the camera. He cracks a slight smirk on his face and continues to speak.
"Jack Clinton, you want to keep talking about a promotion that is dead. You want to keep going on about stuff that happened two years ago? Let me answer the question what does that all mean toward this Saturday, it doesn't mean anything. What happened in the past is just that, so why bring it up. You seem to think your some big bad ass because you like to think you know how the system works. You sound like those fat kids who live in the basement of there parents house typing away on their computers. I mean do you think the people of Texas can understand anything you say when it comes to concepts that include the words book, job, work, dirt, sheet? Half of them don't own jobs, Mexicans do all the work, none of them read books, they all smell like dirt and they sheet in the toilet. Thanks for the logic in what you say big man. Yet let me express this to you in very simple words and some kind of logic that will make you understand. No one in this company or any other company gives a damn that you like to talk the big talk and try to push the envelope and try to be a little edgy. You try to be the big bad boy by talking with words that no one cares about. Hey guess what, news flash for you Jack what I did in UHW doesn't mean anything so why bring it up?
Why bring up the fact that hey I made a simple mistake I made the mistake so you beat me, but hey you kept losing to Vincent Matthews and you still claim you're better. Well with that logic then I'm so better than you pal. The reality is that who cares I sure don't what happened years ago. I mean do honestly think that because you held a very title that hey guess what I held too, makes you bigger and better than me. So you held a major title in a company. Do you know how many people remember the fact that Kerry Von Erich actually won the NWA title, or that Tommy Rich was raising that belt high? I'm sure you're inclined to know that The Colorado Kid was rocky mountain high with that belt, yet tell me what do you have in common with all three of those individuals? You just like them are just another footnote, another name in the archive for historians to talk about and wonder. Flukes, upsets, underdog stories they happen anywhere and everywhere.
The reality is that what your facing is Jack Clinton you can go on about your talk, you can go on about how you're the big bad man who is going to destroy me. Yet some things do change yet some things don't change. The one thing that hasn't changed is that just like then I don't fear you. I'm not scared nor do I care that you call yourself a freak or that you've got some problems with Mr. man of 1,000 plus moves. I want you to understand that at Guys Night Out I didn't return to SNW to be just what you are a footnote. I didn't come along for my quest of wanting to be the man who holds every SNW title for nothing.
So understand something Jack you can respond with the idiots guide on how to respond in professional wrestling, or you can look yourself in the mirror throw your fists up and give it your best shot. I'm begging that I unleash that monster inside of you and he wrecks havoc and he is unleashed from his cage. I want the freak inside of you to show up. I want you to say all your prayers, drink your milk, take your vitamins, say all three of your Is and give it your all. Why Jack, why do you ask so that way when Sunday morning arrives and the dust has finally settled the smoke is cleared up, you have no excuses to the reality and the understanding that Jack Clinton on February 6th 2010 I was better than you. That's all I have to be is better than you on one night and beat you on one night. I could lose to you again and again, but on that day I moved on and on that very day I beat you. Jack Clinton goes up against James Jackson, the strong and overpowering monster faces the technical mastermind, what gives. Come on Jack Saturday we will see why I call myself the best wrestler and there is nothing that will stop me from proving it. You can even pray to the man above and his father before us and that won't even save you."
The camera zooms out as James throws his arms out and tilts his head up as you see a large figure of Jesus on a cross as James slowly walks away from the figure and the scene comes to an end.
The actions & words are of my character and are not nor intended to offend anyone in any aspect thank you.
The scene opens showing a man on his knees looking down at the tiled floor below him. The man begins to speak as his head is tilted down.
"You know I could say without sounding arrogant or cocky that there is a lot the two of us have in common. I mean we both have the weight of the world on our shoulders. We've both been abused by our peers, destroyed inside by those around us. Yet we both kept to what we believed in and followed through to our own paths. Surely we both preach different methods and different messages in general but we are alike. I mean you were put in this world to try to turn millions of people into believers. I was born to wrestle to change the very dying breed I live for. We both have many nicknames, your the Messiah, The Holy Savior, Christ Almighty. Me I'm God's Gift, Wrestling's Messiah, Anti-Hardcore Icon, Your Modern Day Hero.
We both are so alike I mean my mother died at a young age, your mother went through the pressure of delivering the savior of the world. My father was a drunk abusive guy who left. Your dad well he always kept be called Mick Foley during the 90s. Which more power to him, we both have our common grounds, yours is the church, mine is the wrestling ring. We both have enemies, yours being the Prince of Darkness, mine being whoever Codi Shane puts before me. You have millions of people who actually hate you. I have the whole state of Texas. Many wars have started due to your name, I've shed my blood, sweat and tears for my words. You died for everyone's sin and well that's were we draw the fine line.
Come to think of it, why did you? Have you seen the filth the world has become. Third world countries everywhere, poor cities, bad economy, wars left and right, blood of the innocent being shed and thats the world you died for. You died for the porn stars, you died for the drunks, you died for the abusers, you died for superheroes who hang out with lionhearts? That's what you died for I mean I feel blessed you died for me. But look at the bigger picture you took two nails to the wood for that. Ever since you went off into the sunset this world has gone straight down the toilet. Kind of reminds me of the sport, wait the industry, no the sports entertainment business that I maintain a job in.
I mean this sport is in the toilet, no one cares about Mondays they got agents running around for 24 hours to watch. Tuesdays no one even knows what channel that show is on. Thursday there to busy re-doing stuff from ten years ago. Friday everyone is too busy paying too much money for actors who make too much money. Sundays too busy praying to you or watching the good ol American sports. I mean I'm kind of surprised people even stumble across and watch SNW. I mean Saturdays in Dallas Fort Worth area you could be busy watching the Mavericks find ways to choke the season again. Then again you could be waiting like every year you do for the Rangers to actually mean something for once. So I guess SNW is watched not because its awesome, no because its in Texas and there isn't anything better these people do but drink beer and play couch potato all day.
I mean I ask one thing why do people boo me? Its like why do people hate you right. I mean I'm the good guy here, I want these people to finally have someone that isn't repeating himself about stuff that happened somewhere else, that doesn't hold a merit to anything in the current year of 2010. Why cheer someone who just talks about his past? Why cheer some overweight people who should get subway and eat fresh? Why would you sit around here and praise some magic guy named Angel. None of this is making any sense to me, can you give me a sign, drop me a lifeline like Regis would come on I need something here to work with. Then it all came to me. It all flashed before my eyes, I figured it all out. Of course these people are going to cheer all these flawed people, these degenerates as there called. I mean the biggest superstar of the 90s was a beer drinking, swearing, bald son of a bitch. Well the superstar of the 2000s was a white rapping man who got all the kids to cheer him because he can wave his hand in front of his face, well hey guess what you sure can see this. So its all coming to me and you know what I will thrive in the role of bad guy, boo me folks go ahead.
I will not stop with what I'm saying I do believe I'm the Chosen One, unlike some guy who spells his name with one J, two F's two R's two T's ah forget about it. The reality is, the fact of the matter is that I walked into this business in 1999 with a simple purpose I froze my ass off in some small gym in Canada to stand before you all as the best wrestler in this company. I am not something of the flash in the pan or a blast from the past. You see I claim myself to be the Modern Day Hero, because that's what I am, I am the guy everyone should be cheering for. He's the clean cut guy, he doesn't cheat, he doesn't need needles or even chairs to enhance his skill. He actually has some kind of humor and makes a joke unlike some hosts you see on that show on Mondays. I have a tan, I'm not dead, I am not a midget and well I'm the cooler Canadian than that Cage guy. So why do you people not believe in me? Is it because I'm not like others and be this some broken record and talk about how there is some conspiracy theory around here about how I am not getting the respect I deserve damn it."
The man stands up and turns around, and its shown to be James Jackson glaring at the view of the camera. He cracks a slight smirk on his face and continues to speak.
"Jack Clinton, you want to keep talking about a promotion that is dead. You want to keep going on about stuff that happened two years ago? Let me answer the question what does that all mean toward this Saturday, it doesn't mean anything. What happened in the past is just that, so why bring it up. You seem to think your some big bad ass because you like to think you know how the system works. You sound like those fat kids who live in the basement of there parents house typing away on their computers. I mean do you think the people of Texas can understand anything you say when it comes to concepts that include the words book, job, work, dirt, sheet? Half of them don't own jobs, Mexicans do all the work, none of them read books, they all smell like dirt and they sheet in the toilet. Thanks for the logic in what you say big man. Yet let me express this to you in very simple words and some kind of logic that will make you understand. No one in this company or any other company gives a damn that you like to talk the big talk and try to push the envelope and try to be a little edgy. You try to be the big bad boy by talking with words that no one cares about. Hey guess what, news flash for you Jack what I did in UHW doesn't mean anything so why bring it up?
Why bring up the fact that hey I made a simple mistake I made the mistake so you beat me, but hey you kept losing to Vincent Matthews and you still claim you're better. Well with that logic then I'm so better than you pal. The reality is that who cares I sure don't what happened years ago. I mean do honestly think that because you held a very title that hey guess what I held too, makes you bigger and better than me. So you held a major title in a company. Do you know how many people remember the fact that Kerry Von Erich actually won the NWA title, or that Tommy Rich was raising that belt high? I'm sure you're inclined to know that The Colorado Kid was rocky mountain high with that belt, yet tell me what do you have in common with all three of those individuals? You just like them are just another footnote, another name in the archive for historians to talk about and wonder. Flukes, upsets, underdog stories they happen anywhere and everywhere.
The reality is that what your facing is Jack Clinton you can go on about your talk, you can go on about how you're the big bad man who is going to destroy me. Yet some things do change yet some things don't change. The one thing that hasn't changed is that just like then I don't fear you. I'm not scared nor do I care that you call yourself a freak or that you've got some problems with Mr. man of 1,000 plus moves. I want you to understand that at Guys Night Out I didn't return to SNW to be just what you are a footnote. I didn't come along for my quest of wanting to be the man who holds every SNW title for nothing.
So understand something Jack you can respond with the idiots guide on how to respond in professional wrestling, or you can look yourself in the mirror throw your fists up and give it your best shot. I'm begging that I unleash that monster inside of you and he wrecks havoc and he is unleashed from his cage. I want the freak inside of you to show up. I want you to say all your prayers, drink your milk, take your vitamins, say all three of your Is and give it your all. Why Jack, why do you ask so that way when Sunday morning arrives and the dust has finally settled the smoke is cleared up, you have no excuses to the reality and the understanding that Jack Clinton on February 6th 2010 I was better than you. That's all I have to be is better than you on one night and beat you on one night. I could lose to you again and again, but on that day I moved on and on that very day I beat you. Jack Clinton goes up against James Jackson, the strong and overpowering monster faces the technical mastermind, what gives. Come on Jack Saturday we will see why I call myself the best wrestler and there is nothing that will stop me from proving it. You can even pray to the man above and his father before us and that won't even save you."
The camera zooms out as James throws his arms out and tilts his head up as you see a large figure of Jesus on a cross as James slowly walks away from the figure and the scene comes to an end.
