Post by freak on Jul 21, 2010 1:32:43 GMT -6
Jack Clinton has been waiting for Chris Angel to speak and now that he has, it's time to address what he had to say.
I don't know what took so long, but finally we've heard from the Texas Heavyweight Champion, Chris Angel. And I think we saw once and for all just how bothered he really is by what's going down, what's about to go down, and what's already gone down. Because it isn't at a point anymore where it's just match. It's at a point where it's going to be a blood-stained brawl with every one of the four of us letting it all hang out. And Angel knows that.
You really did surprise me, Angel, I must say. I didn't think you'd get THAT offended by what I said. Perhaps I was right, then. This is getting to you a little more than I originally thought. So much so that I perhaps do not know you as well as I originally thought. I REALLY wasn't expecting this out of you. And I must say I'm about as disappointed with you as I may have ever been in the entirety of the time that I've actually known you.
Is that how you really viewed me after all this time? As nothing more than something to be carried along? Never mind the fact that I made you upset by implying that you got Chris P. to attack me. I thought you might be. And you have to be honest, you can't exactly blame me for thinking that way. I have no idea how Chris got it in his head that attacking me was a a good idea. He's not talking and I could honestly care much less what he has to say once he does. But was that absolutely necessary, Angel? Did you HAVE to say things like that? I was more content to stand back and let you and Nash have the spotlight. Did I expect thanks for it? No. But I thought you appreciated that. Apparently that wasn't the case.
You bring up Nash again. Let's go back, shall we? It was a collective effort that got WWA relaunched. From me, you, and Nash. And how far did it get us? It got us to a point where you and I both let our guard down and before you knew it, you were fired and out of a job while Nash took complete control. I was at least there fighting him tooth and nail to try and bring it back to the good side and YOU TURNED ON ME WHILE I WAS TRYING TO DO IT! I thought we were friends enough not to open old cans of worms but if you want to do that, then I'm gonna remind you of that night. And where did it get you? It got us both out of jobs. It split us up altogether. You moved on to the green pastures of retirement, Nash fell off the face of the earth, and I had to go make a name for myself. Again. For the fourth time in two and a half years.
So I went to UHW. By myself. With no allies. I was basically having to start all over like I was a 19-year old kid just breaking into the business. Forget all I did or may not have done in GWX and WWA before that. I built myself back into a brand. I eventually became the top man in the company. I won the UHW Universal Championship about two years ago and I enjoyed every second of it. Because I was FINALLY the man. But again, what happened? I had my legs ripped out from under me and had to start over again.
And so, I came here to SNW. And they wouldn't give me my legs back. You helped me get those back, but would you blame me if I now believe that you felt that it was a chore? You may have held the Bad Blood Championship for over a year but you know what? It means nothing now. You didn't want to rise above it. You were more than content to stay in second gear for an entire twelve months while I chased after the Texas Championship.
But see, this is where things start to go in two different directions. You claim all I did was fail with every opportunity given. It's very easy to do that when you have crooked referees screwing you out of the two best chances you have to win the title. When you get illegally choked out and lose a last man standing match where both people are on their backs at the count of then, tell me how exactly those failures are my own. I hate to break this to you, Angel, but the only reason Matthews went after you was because he was scared to face me again. Never mind the fact that the Sports Nutz wanted to protect their champion. You wanna piss on my career? I hope you can deal with a dueling stream.
And you want to portray yourself as a man of honor. You know something, Angel? No matter what you did to me in the ring or outside it, I always- ALWAYS- thought of you as a man of honor. Whenever anyone wondered if you were what you said you were I stepped up to the plate and defended you. Whenever anyone questioned your ability to me I always made you out to be the good guy.
But you've changed, my man, and this just proves it. And quite frankly, it's not a change that I can or will accept. You wanted to talk about honor...after what you said and what you apparently revealed to be your true feelings about me, you've got about as much honor in my eyes as Danny Palis. And it's probably gonna take quite a bit to make me see you in the light I once did.
If you somehow managed to survive and retain the match I was going to be the friend I thought I was to you and raise your arm in victory. But now if I somehow lose this match to you I just may do something I'll regret. Because now that you apparently have proven to be exactly what I thought you never were- petty, bitter, jealous- what would be the point?
I didn't want to believe my own words. I didn't believe my own words at first. Because deep down inside I thought that there wasn't a dishonorable bone inside you. That you weren't going to take anything that was said personally. You've already proven me wrong about taking it personally...and you're going to pay in kind.
You say the reign of The Dream will continue. I say that if Jack Clinton has anything to do with it, The Dream will become the Unbearable Nightmare. It's become my mission to ensure that the Texas Championship does not leave Southern Methodist University in the possession of Chris Angel. And if I have to resort to methods that even I hadn't considered before...if I have to do anything unbecoming of me...if I have to revisit a side of me that I long thought was dead...so be it.
Long pause, then FTB.
I don't know what took so long, but finally we've heard from the Texas Heavyweight Champion, Chris Angel. And I think we saw once and for all just how bothered he really is by what's going down, what's about to go down, and what's already gone down. Because it isn't at a point anymore where it's just match. It's at a point where it's going to be a blood-stained brawl with every one of the four of us letting it all hang out. And Angel knows that.
You really did surprise me, Angel, I must say. I didn't think you'd get THAT offended by what I said. Perhaps I was right, then. This is getting to you a little more than I originally thought. So much so that I perhaps do not know you as well as I originally thought. I REALLY wasn't expecting this out of you. And I must say I'm about as disappointed with you as I may have ever been in the entirety of the time that I've actually known you.
Is that how you really viewed me after all this time? As nothing more than something to be carried along? Never mind the fact that I made you upset by implying that you got Chris P. to attack me. I thought you might be. And you have to be honest, you can't exactly blame me for thinking that way. I have no idea how Chris got it in his head that attacking me was a a good idea. He's not talking and I could honestly care much less what he has to say once he does. But was that absolutely necessary, Angel? Did you HAVE to say things like that? I was more content to stand back and let you and Nash have the spotlight. Did I expect thanks for it? No. But I thought you appreciated that. Apparently that wasn't the case.
You bring up Nash again. Let's go back, shall we? It was a collective effort that got WWA relaunched. From me, you, and Nash. And how far did it get us? It got us to a point where you and I both let our guard down and before you knew it, you were fired and out of a job while Nash took complete control. I was at least there fighting him tooth and nail to try and bring it back to the good side and YOU TURNED ON ME WHILE I WAS TRYING TO DO IT! I thought we were friends enough not to open old cans of worms but if you want to do that, then I'm gonna remind you of that night. And where did it get you? It got us both out of jobs. It split us up altogether. You moved on to the green pastures of retirement, Nash fell off the face of the earth, and I had to go make a name for myself. Again. For the fourth time in two and a half years.
So I went to UHW. By myself. With no allies. I was basically having to start all over like I was a 19-year old kid just breaking into the business. Forget all I did or may not have done in GWX and WWA before that. I built myself back into a brand. I eventually became the top man in the company. I won the UHW Universal Championship about two years ago and I enjoyed every second of it. Because I was FINALLY the man. But again, what happened? I had my legs ripped out from under me and had to start over again.
And so, I came here to SNW. And they wouldn't give me my legs back. You helped me get those back, but would you blame me if I now believe that you felt that it was a chore? You may have held the Bad Blood Championship for over a year but you know what? It means nothing now. You didn't want to rise above it. You were more than content to stay in second gear for an entire twelve months while I chased after the Texas Championship.
But see, this is where things start to go in two different directions. You claim all I did was fail with every opportunity given. It's very easy to do that when you have crooked referees screwing you out of the two best chances you have to win the title. When you get illegally choked out and lose a last man standing match where both people are on their backs at the count of then, tell me how exactly those failures are my own. I hate to break this to you, Angel, but the only reason Matthews went after you was because he was scared to face me again. Never mind the fact that the Sports Nutz wanted to protect their champion. You wanna piss on my career? I hope you can deal with a dueling stream.
And you want to portray yourself as a man of honor. You know something, Angel? No matter what you did to me in the ring or outside it, I always- ALWAYS- thought of you as a man of honor. Whenever anyone wondered if you were what you said you were I stepped up to the plate and defended you. Whenever anyone questioned your ability to me I always made you out to be the good guy.
But you've changed, my man, and this just proves it. And quite frankly, it's not a change that I can or will accept. You wanted to talk about honor...after what you said and what you apparently revealed to be your true feelings about me, you've got about as much honor in my eyes as Danny Palis. And it's probably gonna take quite a bit to make me see you in the light I once did.
If you somehow managed to survive and retain the match I was going to be the friend I thought I was to you and raise your arm in victory. But now if I somehow lose this match to you I just may do something I'll regret. Because now that you apparently have proven to be exactly what I thought you never were- petty, bitter, jealous- what would be the point?
I didn't want to believe my own words. I didn't believe my own words at first. Because deep down inside I thought that there wasn't a dishonorable bone inside you. That you weren't going to take anything that was said personally. You've already proven me wrong about taking it personally...and you're going to pay in kind.
You say the reign of The Dream will continue. I say that if Jack Clinton has anything to do with it, The Dream will become the Unbearable Nightmare. It's become my mission to ensure that the Texas Championship does not leave Southern Methodist University in the possession of Chris Angel. And if I have to resort to methods that even I hadn't considered before...if I have to do anything unbecoming of me...if I have to revisit a side of me that I long thought was dead...so be it.
Long pause, then FTB.
