Post by freak on Aug 12, 2010 20:10:29 GMT -6
Jack Clinton is pacing around his locker room.
You know something, Jackson, I ain't in the mood to hear another one of your sleep-inducing speeches about how you're this and you're that and how you're the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread and you're owed so much. I'm tired of your speeches, I'm tired of your matches, and most importantly, I'm tired of being thrown in these retarded matches that quite frankly don't accomplish anything. Never mind the fact that I'm also sick of dealing with Paco Mexicano across the ring- how has he not been fired yet?
James, you don't need to worry about me turning on you or you doing the same or when it's gonna happen. As soon as that bell rings, I'm gonna start the match, walk over to you, tag you in, fling you over the top, and leave. I'm gonna let you fend for yourself. I have more important concerns to deal with. Specifically, who I have to go have a talk to this time regarding me defending my SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship against you.
You wanna talk about how you're gonna take my title from me at The Main Event? Well, I hate to break it to you, James, but you don't deserve another shot at the Texas Champion. You know why? Because every time you get a shot, you keep on dropping the ball. You can't beat anyone who has this title yet you want to regard yourself as the best wrestler in SNW. I'm tired of you, the fans are tired of you, and I'm almost 100 percent sure management's tired of your continued failures. You're like the Isiah Thomas of SNW- you keep getting chances despite all the screw ups you make when you have those chances.
Yet for months and months and months all we hear out of you are the same things- that you're so great, that everyone is substandard compared to you, and that even though you don't have a title to back up any of your claims, you're the greatest wrestler in SNW and we all should be kissing your feet and fondling your balls. Meanwhile, you haven't mattered much in the grand scheme of things lately and people like Kijar Donnelly and Robert Ravencroft have passed you by. Sounds like you may be getting out of the picture, eh James?
You bring up all the names of the people involved in the elimination match at Summer Bash. I don't know what happened to Chris Angel, but I'll still give him the label of more deserving of a shot than you. Versus Vince has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's more deserving of a shot than you ever did. Hell, even that alcoholic bum who can;t beat Mike LaFontaine, Danny Palis, is more deserving of a title shot than you are.
I'm gonna lay it on you like this, James. The shot that you get at the Main Event is going to be the last Texas Championship shot you get for the forseeable future. I don't care if they strip me of the damn championship. If you lose the match at the Main Event, as far as I'm concerned you go back to the end of the line and start working your way back up. I'd rather defend my title against all the Danny Palises and the Tyler Guevaras of the world than ever step in the ring with you again.
You always wanna talk about how you're so much better than me. About how you're the best wrestler in this company. You want to talk about how you're wasting your time with me and how you're going to take the title from me. Well James, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but these are the clear facts.
Jack holds up the SNW Texas Championship.
I've got this. You don't. And God willing you're never going to hold this title again. Your problems aren't done with...oh, they're only beginning.
Jack puts down the belt, sits down, and starts laughing.
FTB.
You know something, Jackson, I ain't in the mood to hear another one of your sleep-inducing speeches about how you're this and you're that and how you're the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread and you're owed so much. I'm tired of your speeches, I'm tired of your matches, and most importantly, I'm tired of being thrown in these retarded matches that quite frankly don't accomplish anything. Never mind the fact that I'm also sick of dealing with Paco Mexicano across the ring- how has he not been fired yet?
James, you don't need to worry about me turning on you or you doing the same or when it's gonna happen. As soon as that bell rings, I'm gonna start the match, walk over to you, tag you in, fling you over the top, and leave. I'm gonna let you fend for yourself. I have more important concerns to deal with. Specifically, who I have to go have a talk to this time regarding me defending my SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship against you.
You wanna talk about how you're gonna take my title from me at The Main Event? Well, I hate to break it to you, James, but you don't deserve another shot at the Texas Champion. You know why? Because every time you get a shot, you keep on dropping the ball. You can't beat anyone who has this title yet you want to regard yourself as the best wrestler in SNW. I'm tired of you, the fans are tired of you, and I'm almost 100 percent sure management's tired of your continued failures. You're like the Isiah Thomas of SNW- you keep getting chances despite all the screw ups you make when you have those chances.
Yet for months and months and months all we hear out of you are the same things- that you're so great, that everyone is substandard compared to you, and that even though you don't have a title to back up any of your claims, you're the greatest wrestler in SNW and we all should be kissing your feet and fondling your balls. Meanwhile, you haven't mattered much in the grand scheme of things lately and people like Kijar Donnelly and Robert Ravencroft have passed you by. Sounds like you may be getting out of the picture, eh James?
You bring up all the names of the people involved in the elimination match at Summer Bash. I don't know what happened to Chris Angel, but I'll still give him the label of more deserving of a shot than you. Versus Vince has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's more deserving of a shot than you ever did. Hell, even that alcoholic bum who can;t beat Mike LaFontaine, Danny Palis, is more deserving of a title shot than you are.
I'm gonna lay it on you like this, James. The shot that you get at the Main Event is going to be the last Texas Championship shot you get for the forseeable future. I don't care if they strip me of the damn championship. If you lose the match at the Main Event, as far as I'm concerned you go back to the end of the line and start working your way back up. I'd rather defend my title against all the Danny Palises and the Tyler Guevaras of the world than ever step in the ring with you again.
You always wanna talk about how you're so much better than me. About how you're the best wrestler in this company. You want to talk about how you're wasting your time with me and how you're going to take the title from me. Well James, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but these are the clear facts.
Jack holds up the SNW Texas Championship.
I've got this. You don't. And God willing you're never going to hold this title again. Your problems aren't done with...oh, they're only beginning.
Jack puts down the belt, sits down, and starts laughing.
FTB.
