Post by freak on Jan 8, 2009 0:52:55 GMT -6
Our hero Jack Clinton has watched what Viper has to say. We join him backstage.
Okay, Viper, so am I instantly supposed to be impressed by the credentials you bring to the table? Oh, wow, he's in a "dark stable." Wooooooo...I'm so afraid. Why don't you just take all your group members, dress in black, ill-fitting clothes, call yourselves emo kids, and talk about slitting each other's wrists? Because that's what I think of "dark leaning", so to speak, groups. It makes me mad, pisses me off to no end, makes me sick...well, you get the idea, right?
Nothing bugs me more than someone using a dark gimmick these days. It seems that everywhere I've been someone- myself admittedly included- has tried to get places with a dark gimmick. It may be good for a few laughs, but in the end what does it get you? Little to nothing. That's right, little to nothing. You end up becoming a shell of yourself and the gimmick begins to envelop you and before you know it, you're sitting in your house with cut marks on your wrist wondering when it'll all end.
Basically, Viper, that's how I see you and all the pathetic sheep that you have following you- as a bunch of emo kids who enjoy slitting their wrists while bitching and moaning about how the world has held them back while not admitting that they and they alone are the only reason why they are where they are.
When you get to a point like that you have a choice to make. You can either waste your time, continue to live like that, and make a mess of your life. Or you can do the right thing. You can stand up, you can take control of the situation and stop living that way. And you know what? That's exactly what I did. I stopped being the emo kid and started being what I really am....the biggest damn draw in this company and all over the world. My true self is showing now, not the emo side that everyone wanted me to be.
And as such I have a responsibility to myself. A responsibility only to myself, do you understand that? No one watching the shows, no one buying tickets to see us wrestle, no one but Jack Goddamned Clinton. And as such I feel at some point that I need to have gold wrapped around my waist. I'm sorry that this promotion decided that it doesn't want to be known outside of Texas, but you know what? I don't care. As long as I get it, right?
The way that I see it, I'm on a path to the top here in SNW. And I do not need nor want anyone to be standing in my way. If such things do happen, well, I suddenly stop being charitable and start throwing things to the side like the garbage they are. And yes, Viper, that does count you.
All you are to me is trash on the side of the road. And as far as trash is concerned, it either needs to get blown to the side of the road or risk getting squashed by the trucks coming down. I'm the truck, you're the Big Mac box some idiot threw out his window.
I don't expect you to lie down for me. I'm not Vince Russo, for Christ's sake. What I do expect, however, is to walk out of the show this week as one of the two finalists in this whole Von Erich tournament thing. You can have all the emo kid stuff you want- slit your wrists, dress in black, convince yourself you're so dark. It's not going to matter.
I am going to win this match, I am going to DOMINATE this match, and when it all comes down to it I will be walking out of the building one step closer to my goal.
That ain't a rumor, VIper....that is absolute FACT.
Okay, Viper, so am I instantly supposed to be impressed by the credentials you bring to the table? Oh, wow, he's in a "dark stable." Wooooooo...I'm so afraid. Why don't you just take all your group members, dress in black, ill-fitting clothes, call yourselves emo kids, and talk about slitting each other's wrists? Because that's what I think of "dark leaning", so to speak, groups. It makes me mad, pisses me off to no end, makes me sick...well, you get the idea, right?
Nothing bugs me more than someone using a dark gimmick these days. It seems that everywhere I've been someone- myself admittedly included- has tried to get places with a dark gimmick. It may be good for a few laughs, but in the end what does it get you? Little to nothing. That's right, little to nothing. You end up becoming a shell of yourself and the gimmick begins to envelop you and before you know it, you're sitting in your house with cut marks on your wrist wondering when it'll all end.
Basically, Viper, that's how I see you and all the pathetic sheep that you have following you- as a bunch of emo kids who enjoy slitting their wrists while bitching and moaning about how the world has held them back while not admitting that they and they alone are the only reason why they are where they are.
When you get to a point like that you have a choice to make. You can either waste your time, continue to live like that, and make a mess of your life. Or you can do the right thing. You can stand up, you can take control of the situation and stop living that way. And you know what? That's exactly what I did. I stopped being the emo kid and started being what I really am....the biggest damn draw in this company and all over the world. My true self is showing now, not the emo side that everyone wanted me to be.
And as such I have a responsibility to myself. A responsibility only to myself, do you understand that? No one watching the shows, no one buying tickets to see us wrestle, no one but Jack Goddamned Clinton. And as such I feel at some point that I need to have gold wrapped around my waist. I'm sorry that this promotion decided that it doesn't want to be known outside of Texas, but you know what? I don't care. As long as I get it, right?
The way that I see it, I'm on a path to the top here in SNW. And I do not need nor want anyone to be standing in my way. If such things do happen, well, I suddenly stop being charitable and start throwing things to the side like the garbage they are. And yes, Viper, that does count you.
All you are to me is trash on the side of the road. And as far as trash is concerned, it either needs to get blown to the side of the road or risk getting squashed by the trucks coming down. I'm the truck, you're the Big Mac box some idiot threw out his window.
I don't expect you to lie down for me. I'm not Vince Russo, for Christ's sake. What I do expect, however, is to walk out of the show this week as one of the two finalists in this whole Von Erich tournament thing. You can have all the emo kid stuff you want- slit your wrists, dress in black, convince yourself you're so dark. It's not going to matter.
I am going to win this match, I am going to DOMINATE this match, and when it all comes down to it I will be walking out of the building one step closer to my goal.
That ain't a rumor, VIper....that is absolute FACT.
