Post by sh17 on Nov 13, 2009 18:42:19 GMT -6
All is quiet on the plush green field at Amon G. Carter stadium. Not a soul is occupying the stands, all you hear is the wind through the trees and the soft noise of cars driving by on the streets outside. Yet right in the middle is Vincent Matthews, his SNW Texas title belt on his shoulder looking around. The shot zooms in, and we see Matthews looks focused yet content.
This is a weekend of hard fought battles. Tomorrow night, in this very stadium the entire college football world will be entranced by the spectacle.In Las Vegas, two hard hitting skilled pugilists will square off to determine who is the best. Which brings me back to what I've gotten myself into. Except when I step into the ring for my war, and don't be mistaken it will be a war, it will be the best taking on someone who only thinks they are the best.
Unlike Manny Pacquiao and Miguel Cotto, there is only one truly superior competitior involved in this dogfight. There is only one real true title worthy man involved in this match. I am the title holder, and I will not be dethroned by someone who has yet to prove he can even stand on my level. I've won cage matches against Matt Margera, I've beaten two men at once including my competitor at Natural Selection, I've become the biggest star this company has to offer. What has Jack Clinton done? He's lost. He lost to me at Summer Bash, he lost to my hand picked captain Goryokaku so I could gain control of this match, and he lost last week when my team showed that we will finish his team on the same night I lay him out for the count and retain this title that has become my pride and joy. A symbol of my hard work and sacrifice, external personification of how great I truly am.
Natural Selection will be where I finally write in stone that I am for real a champion. I know there are plently of doubters, and while I believe you swine to be sorely misguided I can not fault you. This is the biggest title in the land, the most prestigious belt one can add to their resume. Right now it's in my corner, and I have high doubts that this sucker and slander artist has any chance of ripping this belt away from me. He's nothing but a gigantic oaf, who wants to try and convince the dumb masses that he has some advantage. Oh sure, they blindly follow his word like they do that of the current President. But just like the Commander in Chief, he can deliver on none of his promises and he is dealing in lies.
So just like TCU-Utah, just like Pacquiao-Cotto, in my fight the true winner will emerge and become victorious. There are no illusions, they are no smoke and mirrors. In this combat I will fling myself into, there is no room for that. There has to be a winner, and there has to be a loser. I am a winner, and there is no doubt about that. Jack Clinton is a loser, and you can check the SNW record books to prove that claim. Come Natural Selection, the history books will see a new chapter written. History is written by the winners, so rest assured I will pick up the pen and etch my name once against amongst the greats in our business.
This is a weekend of hard fought battles. Tomorrow night, in this very stadium the entire college football world will be entranced by the spectacle.In Las Vegas, two hard hitting skilled pugilists will square off to determine who is the best. Which brings me back to what I've gotten myself into. Except when I step into the ring for my war, and don't be mistaken it will be a war, it will be the best taking on someone who only thinks they are the best.
Unlike Manny Pacquiao and Miguel Cotto, there is only one truly superior competitior involved in this dogfight. There is only one real true title worthy man involved in this match. I am the title holder, and I will not be dethroned by someone who has yet to prove he can even stand on my level. I've won cage matches against Matt Margera, I've beaten two men at once including my competitor at Natural Selection, I've become the biggest star this company has to offer. What has Jack Clinton done? He's lost. He lost to me at Summer Bash, he lost to my hand picked captain Goryokaku so I could gain control of this match, and he lost last week when my team showed that we will finish his team on the same night I lay him out for the count and retain this title that has become my pride and joy. A symbol of my hard work and sacrifice, external personification of how great I truly am.
Natural Selection will be where I finally write in stone that I am for real a champion. I know there are plently of doubters, and while I believe you swine to be sorely misguided I can not fault you. This is the biggest title in the land, the most prestigious belt one can add to their resume. Right now it's in my corner, and I have high doubts that this sucker and slander artist has any chance of ripping this belt away from me. He's nothing but a gigantic oaf, who wants to try and convince the dumb masses that he has some advantage. Oh sure, they blindly follow his word like they do that of the current President. But just like the Commander in Chief, he can deliver on none of his promises and he is dealing in lies.
So just like TCU-Utah, just like Pacquiao-Cotto, in my fight the true winner will emerge and become victorious. There are no illusions, they are no smoke and mirrors. In this combat I will fling myself into, there is no room for that. There has to be a winner, and there has to be a loser. I am a winner, and there is no doubt about that. Jack Clinton is a loser, and you can check the SNW record books to prove that claim. Come Natural Selection, the history books will see a new chapter written. History is written by the winners, so rest assured I will pick up the pen and etch my name once against amongst the greats in our business.