Post by freak on Jan 9, 2009 1:48:14 GMT -6
Jack Clinton is now in his dressing room after watching Viper speak.
Are you kidding, Viper? Do you honestly think I'm going to take you seriously after that last promo you just cut? There are about 100 different ways you could've handled that, and you handled it one of the worst possible of those 100. Are you proud of yourself that you made yourself out to look like a complete and utter fool in front of those same fans that you're signing autographs for?
What makes you think that with that pissant response to what I said that I can take you as anything more than an emo kid? For Christ's sake, Viper, you made yourself out to look like even more of a pussy than you already were! You could've just gone at it and told me to back down and instead you decided to throw a temper tantrum! What the hell is wrong with you?
You want to talk about how you're in it for the joy? Obviously you have to be, because emo kids need all the joy that they can get. You ain't gonna be going anywhere at the rate you're going, so why don't you just stop lying to yourself and end it already? If you wanna keep going into the ring with a smile on your face you go right ahead and do that.
I don't care what kind of person you are. I don't care what kind of music you listen to. You could listen to Deicide, Cannibal Corpse, Frank Sinatra, The Wiggles and Miley Cyrus and I still wouldn't give two rats' asses. It doesn't change the fact that I am going to win this match and the only thing you're gonna have to say about it is "Why?" "Why did this happen to me?" "How did I lose?" And I'll be able to answer in a brief sentence- you got beat by a better man. Plain and simple.
You can keep talking yourself up all you want, Viper. You can talk and pump yourself as full of hot air as you want until you're floating down the street in a damn parade. It ain't gonna make a damn bit of difference. I am not gonna allow you the opportunity to beat me in this match. It just ain't gonna happen. I'm too big, I'm too strong, I'm too good. Just accept it and stop crying.
There is gonna be a lot of hell to pay once I get done with you, Viper. Because once I beat you, then I'm going to step up and take the Von Erich title. Then I'm going to step beyond that and take the SNW Championship. Then I am going to reign over this company and take it to levels that not you, the rest of the emo kids in your group, or the world will ever have seen before. I will be singlehandedly responsible for the meteoric rise of SNW. Do you understand that?
Once I'm done, Viper, I may be charitable. I may offer you a spot standing next to me and potentially helping to reign over SNW with me. Therefore you too can stand tall with me and the rest of my public and be the only true ruling party in this company. Or you can continue to suck wind with the emo kids.
It's up to you, Viper. Don't talk about how you're gonna win, because that just isn't gonna happen. Don't talk about how you're not an emo kid, because you and the rest of your merry bunch of faggots are. Instead, accept your fate, and consider my offer. Together we can reign over this company. But decline my offer...
and your trouble will only be beginning.
Are you kidding, Viper? Do you honestly think I'm going to take you seriously after that last promo you just cut? There are about 100 different ways you could've handled that, and you handled it one of the worst possible of those 100. Are you proud of yourself that you made yourself out to look like a complete and utter fool in front of those same fans that you're signing autographs for?
What makes you think that with that pissant response to what I said that I can take you as anything more than an emo kid? For Christ's sake, Viper, you made yourself out to look like even more of a pussy than you already were! You could've just gone at it and told me to back down and instead you decided to throw a temper tantrum! What the hell is wrong with you?
You want to talk about how you're in it for the joy? Obviously you have to be, because emo kids need all the joy that they can get. You ain't gonna be going anywhere at the rate you're going, so why don't you just stop lying to yourself and end it already? If you wanna keep going into the ring with a smile on your face you go right ahead and do that.
I don't care what kind of person you are. I don't care what kind of music you listen to. You could listen to Deicide, Cannibal Corpse, Frank Sinatra, The Wiggles and Miley Cyrus and I still wouldn't give two rats' asses. It doesn't change the fact that I am going to win this match and the only thing you're gonna have to say about it is "Why?" "Why did this happen to me?" "How did I lose?" And I'll be able to answer in a brief sentence- you got beat by a better man. Plain and simple.
You can keep talking yourself up all you want, Viper. You can talk and pump yourself as full of hot air as you want until you're floating down the street in a damn parade. It ain't gonna make a damn bit of difference. I am not gonna allow you the opportunity to beat me in this match. It just ain't gonna happen. I'm too big, I'm too strong, I'm too good. Just accept it and stop crying.
There is gonna be a lot of hell to pay once I get done with you, Viper. Because once I beat you, then I'm going to step up and take the Von Erich title. Then I'm going to step beyond that and take the SNW Championship. Then I am going to reign over this company and take it to levels that not you, the rest of the emo kids in your group, or the world will ever have seen before. I will be singlehandedly responsible for the meteoric rise of SNW. Do you understand that?
Once I'm done, Viper, I may be charitable. I may offer you a spot standing next to me and potentially helping to reign over SNW with me. Therefore you too can stand tall with me and the rest of my public and be the only true ruling party in this company. Or you can continue to suck wind with the emo kids.
It's up to you, Viper. Don't talk about how you're gonna win, because that just isn't gonna happen. Don't talk about how you're not an emo kid, because you and the rest of your merry bunch of faggots are. Instead, accept your fate, and consider my offer. Together we can reign over this company. But decline my offer...
and your trouble will only be beginning.
