Post by freak on Jan 4, 2010 23:22:49 GMT -6
We find Jack Clinton at his home in San Diego, as usual. It's become a place for a lot of reflection lately, as to how he can't seem to win the Texas Championship even though his opponent did not win the match. (even though he didn't STAND, neither did Clinton). Now that he is forced to face Chris Angel to keep that spot, he's been reflecting on things and trying to find some motivation.
You know, when you're placed into a situation where you need to find something to motivate you. When not only are you robbed of your opportunity to become Texas Champion- AGAIN- you lose your automatic rematch that you've again earned due to circumstances well beyond your control, and have to face off against a friend...a partner...a man who you might know better than anyone else in this company, if not the wrestling world. Chris Angel vs. Jack Clinton. Another fight, the first in a long time. Two men who are perhaps at the top of their game, both friends and rivals at this point in time.
And you know as well as I do that we aren't afraid to tear each other apart to get what we hope to achieve if it's so fated that we shall meet in the ring. Much as in the case of what we're dealing with here. But since it's been so long since we've last met, a lot has happened. I've changed. I've discarded what Angel knew me as and became the embodiment of so much more and so much better. Over the last two years I've gone from the loner that I portrayed- the evil goof I portrayed- to the most dominant force in professional wrestling today. And I've done some things that I didn't want to do and that pissed some people off, but you know what? I'm not gonna back away from it. I did what I had to do. At least the people had enough grace to welcome me back into their good sides once I decided to seek them back out.
Anyway, I'm starting to ramble. As I was saying, there comes a time where you have to find motivation when there's someone across the ring from you who knows you as well and who you can call a friend...one of your best in the business. But, at the same time, someone who you have plenty of history with, some good and some bad. And yes, there has been a lot of good, especially lately. But there's been plenty of bad just the same. And as such, I've gotta dig into that to find motivation. And when I get into the past for my motivation, I have to go to the very recent past...specifically the last time I saw Chris Angel in the ring.
Angel wanted to bring up how we finally conquered Steven Adams- and we did. It was the completion of a plan we had started back in GWX in 2004, when the original WWA closed down. Adams returned when we reformed WWA early the next year and we continued to fight for control...and eventually we led a revolt against Steven Adams and completely eradicated him from professional wrestling. And we stood together in the ring with Jonny Nash and rose together...but it all lasted just a few seconds.
See, Nash was a conniver and a backstabber. Always has been. It's his way. Kind of what Vincent Matthews wants to be but never ever could be no matter how hard he tries. Nash had it at an art. And he pulled the wool over both my eyes and Angel's eyes...because he had signed over control of WWA to Adams and defeated him to gain total control. It was our own fault, perhaps, because we gave him the power of attorney so he could do that. We trusted him enough not to, but he did it anyway.
We heard the ring announcer say it that night and we couldn't believe it. We heard it...and then he went in the ring and stabbed us both in the back. I was lucky enough to stay employed. But as I watched Angel leave the building that night...as he wasn't so lucky...I vowed to myself that night that I would find some way, some chance, I would pay back Nash for what he'd done. That he had made a mistake.
Nash magically vanished several weeks later. And so Chris P. came into the picture and kept things going...until Nash decided he wanted control again. Naturally, since Chris and I were friends, I took up arms on his side and had given Angel a call to try and come back. But someone got to him before that...Nash got to him before that. And the man who I was proud to call my friend was allying himself with the man who had taken control of the company away from him...and then he got to Chris and by that point, it was over. My two best friends in the wrestling world stabbed me in the back. They STABBED ME IN THE BACK...for what?
I left WWA and signed with UHW. I wanted to get as far away from all of that as I could. Chris followed me and it took a long time for me to fully forgive him, but I did. As far as I was concerned, though, Angel was a page in my past. He basically had vanished after WWA folded and no one knew where he was. So naturally, once I heard that SNW was looking to sign him, I was a little leery. After all, the memory was still fresh in my mind...how couldn't it be? It was probably the linchpin that sent me down the path I started on last year and what led me to become what I am now. But Angel proved to be the friend I knew before and not the backstabber that I knew most recently...
but something inside me has been bothering me this whole time. Yeah, we've brought sexy back to SNW (for lack of a better term)...but I still haven't totally forgotten about what happened the last time we were in a wrestling ring. It just won't go away...and as a result, that's what I've decided to use for my motivation.
Angel, believe me, I'm not trying to say anything that might jeopardize our friendship. You've been one of the better friends I've had in this business...and one of the few allies I have in SNW. But never once have you apologized for your actions...never once have you explained to me why you did what you did. And that does bother me. Quite a bit. And over the last few days I've let it consume me. Let it get under my skin. Let it bother me that much that I've no choice but to forget our friendship for this week.
Don't worry, Angel, we still are friends after all. I'm not going to end that over this...but when we step in the ring, all those bad feelings are going to come pouring out of me like blood flows from a suicidal kid's wrists. It's gonna be brutal, and it's gonna be ugly. And if there's anything going for you hopefully it'll end quick.
My only regret is that it's you standing across from me and not Vincent Matthews...but I hope that he does pay attention. Because if I'm willing to do what I'm willing to do to my best friend in this company, can you imagine the lengths I'll go to to finally eradicate him from the company? If I'm willing to nearly paralyze the love of his life...that means that I'm willing to do whatever is necessary. To be above nothing.
It's a side of Jack Clinton you don't see that often...but this time, it needs to come out. And when it does, no one is safe.
Clinton gets up and leaves.
You know, when you're placed into a situation where you need to find something to motivate you. When not only are you robbed of your opportunity to become Texas Champion- AGAIN- you lose your automatic rematch that you've again earned due to circumstances well beyond your control, and have to face off against a friend...a partner...a man who you might know better than anyone else in this company, if not the wrestling world. Chris Angel vs. Jack Clinton. Another fight, the first in a long time. Two men who are perhaps at the top of their game, both friends and rivals at this point in time.
And you know as well as I do that we aren't afraid to tear each other apart to get what we hope to achieve if it's so fated that we shall meet in the ring. Much as in the case of what we're dealing with here. But since it's been so long since we've last met, a lot has happened. I've changed. I've discarded what Angel knew me as and became the embodiment of so much more and so much better. Over the last two years I've gone from the loner that I portrayed- the evil goof I portrayed- to the most dominant force in professional wrestling today. And I've done some things that I didn't want to do and that pissed some people off, but you know what? I'm not gonna back away from it. I did what I had to do. At least the people had enough grace to welcome me back into their good sides once I decided to seek them back out.
Anyway, I'm starting to ramble. As I was saying, there comes a time where you have to find motivation when there's someone across the ring from you who knows you as well and who you can call a friend...one of your best in the business. But, at the same time, someone who you have plenty of history with, some good and some bad. And yes, there has been a lot of good, especially lately. But there's been plenty of bad just the same. And as such, I've gotta dig into that to find motivation. And when I get into the past for my motivation, I have to go to the very recent past...specifically the last time I saw Chris Angel in the ring.
Angel wanted to bring up how we finally conquered Steven Adams- and we did. It was the completion of a plan we had started back in GWX in 2004, when the original WWA closed down. Adams returned when we reformed WWA early the next year and we continued to fight for control...and eventually we led a revolt against Steven Adams and completely eradicated him from professional wrestling. And we stood together in the ring with Jonny Nash and rose together...but it all lasted just a few seconds.
See, Nash was a conniver and a backstabber. Always has been. It's his way. Kind of what Vincent Matthews wants to be but never ever could be no matter how hard he tries. Nash had it at an art. And he pulled the wool over both my eyes and Angel's eyes...because he had signed over control of WWA to Adams and defeated him to gain total control. It was our own fault, perhaps, because we gave him the power of attorney so he could do that. We trusted him enough not to, but he did it anyway.
We heard the ring announcer say it that night and we couldn't believe it. We heard it...and then he went in the ring and stabbed us both in the back. I was lucky enough to stay employed. But as I watched Angel leave the building that night...as he wasn't so lucky...I vowed to myself that night that I would find some way, some chance, I would pay back Nash for what he'd done. That he had made a mistake.
Nash magically vanished several weeks later. And so Chris P. came into the picture and kept things going...until Nash decided he wanted control again. Naturally, since Chris and I were friends, I took up arms on his side and had given Angel a call to try and come back. But someone got to him before that...Nash got to him before that. And the man who I was proud to call my friend was allying himself with the man who had taken control of the company away from him...and then he got to Chris and by that point, it was over. My two best friends in the wrestling world stabbed me in the back. They STABBED ME IN THE BACK...for what?
I left WWA and signed with UHW. I wanted to get as far away from all of that as I could. Chris followed me and it took a long time for me to fully forgive him, but I did. As far as I was concerned, though, Angel was a page in my past. He basically had vanished after WWA folded and no one knew where he was. So naturally, once I heard that SNW was looking to sign him, I was a little leery. After all, the memory was still fresh in my mind...how couldn't it be? It was probably the linchpin that sent me down the path I started on last year and what led me to become what I am now. But Angel proved to be the friend I knew before and not the backstabber that I knew most recently...
but something inside me has been bothering me this whole time. Yeah, we've brought sexy back to SNW (for lack of a better term)...but I still haven't totally forgotten about what happened the last time we were in a wrestling ring. It just won't go away...and as a result, that's what I've decided to use for my motivation.
Angel, believe me, I'm not trying to say anything that might jeopardize our friendship. You've been one of the better friends I've had in this business...and one of the few allies I have in SNW. But never once have you apologized for your actions...never once have you explained to me why you did what you did. And that does bother me. Quite a bit. And over the last few days I've let it consume me. Let it get under my skin. Let it bother me that much that I've no choice but to forget our friendship for this week.
Don't worry, Angel, we still are friends after all. I'm not going to end that over this...but when we step in the ring, all those bad feelings are going to come pouring out of me like blood flows from a suicidal kid's wrists. It's gonna be brutal, and it's gonna be ugly. And if there's anything going for you hopefully it'll end quick.
My only regret is that it's you standing across from me and not Vincent Matthews...but I hope that he does pay attention. Because if I'm willing to do what I'm willing to do to my best friend in this company, can you imagine the lengths I'll go to to finally eradicate him from the company? If I'm willing to nearly paralyze the love of his life...that means that I'm willing to do whatever is necessary. To be above nothing.
It's a side of Jack Clinton you don't see that often...but this time, it needs to come out. And when it does, no one is safe.
Clinton gets up and leaves.
