Post by freak on Aug 24, 2010 1:18:02 GMT -6
Jack Clinton has decided to go away for a few days to clear his head. Therefore, he's in another undisclosed location (because disclosing it would not make a lick of sense) to speak on his first defense of the Texas Heavyweight Championship since he won it at Summer Bash.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. The view from the top is great. Finally slogging my way fully through the muck and bullshit, overcoming every last obstacle in my way. And at Summer Bash, the journey finally came to an end when I beat two of the best wrestlers in SNW and Danny Palis to become the Texas Champion. So therefore, regardless of what people may try to tell themselves, I'm the best wrestler in this company. It's not something that I didn't already know, BTW, but now that I'm the top guy with the biggest prize the company has to offer it just gives me that much more of a confirmation.
And now, who do I find in front of me but another wannabe. Another so-called championship contender. A guy who I've already said that I've grown bored of facing. Apparently people are deaf. They don't want to hear what I say about James Jackson- that he just isn't worth the money he's paid. That he just isn't worth shot after shot after shot. But somebody obviously must like the guy. I mean, after all, when most people claim they're the best and then get defeated by a guy wrestling one of his first matches in SNW for a championship belt...I don't doubt that Kijar Donnelly is gonna be up at the top sooner rather than later, but considering how much of an overinflated sense of self that James Jackson has, can't you consider that to be an embarrassment? He claims that he's the best wrestler yet can't beat someone who, at that point in his SNW career, was an unproven commodity? Come on. The best don't do that. The best don't get beat by people they don't know enough about yet. That happens to people who get complacent. If you're as good as you claim to be, then you should rise above that.
I love how Jackson decides then to call me a failure. Last I checked, I'm not the one who's been fading out of the spotlight ever since I lost the Bad Blood Championship in a match that, if I'm as good as I claim to be, I should win. And look at what's happened to you since. You've been in and out and in and out so much that we can never tell where you are or what your standing is in this company. But then again, anybody who's wrestled with you in the last four years can tell that's just normal with you. You'll come in, win what you win, and then go away for an extended period of time. You won't tell anybody where you're going, but when you get back you expect to have what you had before. And you know what offends me the most? That you get away with it. In most other companies, wrestling and non-wrestling alike, there's a little thing called "blackballing" when you do something like that. I don't get how that works.
I love how you want to make an idle threat about how if you lose, you'll tear up your contract and walk away. And then what? When everybody lets their guard down, you'll swoop in and try and pull the same shit you've always pulled and claim that this is your world and we're all just living in it. Spare me the sob story, James, I've heard it all before and it bores the everloving shit out of me. It's like going to see the movie Kick-Ass back when it opened...on the surface it looks like a promising statement but when actually seen for what it is it's an assault on the human psyche that almost requires the person behind it to apologize to the rest of the world for wasting their time.
James, I really wish you were serious on that front. I mean, it's not like you're actually doing anything but collecting dust being on the payroll anyway. Maybe we could create a belt for you that says "Dust Collecting Champion", have a big ceremony in the middle of the ring for you, and let you hold that high in the air. But I'm getting a little too far off topic here. Because I would love nothing more than to add to my resume "forced James Jackson to retire from professional wrestling". To have them announce me as such, as well. But knowing you, just being around a wrestling ring is what keeps you alive. You know nothing else. You can be nothing else.
You claim that there's nothing that I'm going to do about you taking my Texas Championship away from me. James, the only way you're going to take this championship off of my waist and out of my hands is if one of the following things happens: if I don't show up, if I pull a Fantasia and down a whole bottle of pills tonight or in the next few days, if I get stuck in that nine-day traffic jam in China, if God himself shows up at Trinity High School, if Kerry Von Erich magically comes back to life, or if Lacey Von Erich learns how to wrestle. In other words, it ain't happening. It ain't happening now and it ain't never gonna happen.
You want to try and dictate terms, James? You don't have the kind of pull to be dictating terms on how I'm going to wrestle. Who do you think you are, Floyd Mayweather? If I'm gonna step in the ring with you, I'm not gonna do it any other way than my own. You want to see things out of me that you haven't seen in awhile? Well, I may bring them, I may not. You won't know until the Main Event comes. You won't know what I'm bringing to the table because I want it to be a surprise. I want you to do all the preparation you think you need to do. I really do.
More importantly, James, I want you to start preparing for what you're going to say after you lose this match. I want you to start concocting the excuses you're going to come up with as to how you didn't beat me. We all know there'll be plenty. Start by coming up with the classic standard, "I'm still the best in the world, you got lucky." Maybe continue by saying "I'm the real champion" and all that. You've got a lot of time to consider all of that, James, but I would start now if I was you. Get yourself a head start.
When I came to SNW not a soul thought that I'd ever amount to anything. Now? Now I'm the big cheese. I'm the man who holds all the cards. And as far as I see it, James, I have the best hand out there. All you have is a measly 7-2 offsuit and I got aces. Are you gonna be stupid and try to play the 7-2, knowing what you have up against you, or are you going to be smart, accept your fate, and let your conscience be your guide?
Choose wisely, James. Your future may well be at stake after all.
FTB.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. The view from the top is great. Finally slogging my way fully through the muck and bullshit, overcoming every last obstacle in my way. And at Summer Bash, the journey finally came to an end when I beat two of the best wrestlers in SNW and Danny Palis to become the Texas Champion. So therefore, regardless of what people may try to tell themselves, I'm the best wrestler in this company. It's not something that I didn't already know, BTW, but now that I'm the top guy with the biggest prize the company has to offer it just gives me that much more of a confirmation.
And now, who do I find in front of me but another wannabe. Another so-called championship contender. A guy who I've already said that I've grown bored of facing. Apparently people are deaf. They don't want to hear what I say about James Jackson- that he just isn't worth the money he's paid. That he just isn't worth shot after shot after shot. But somebody obviously must like the guy. I mean, after all, when most people claim they're the best and then get defeated by a guy wrestling one of his first matches in SNW for a championship belt...I don't doubt that Kijar Donnelly is gonna be up at the top sooner rather than later, but considering how much of an overinflated sense of self that James Jackson has, can't you consider that to be an embarrassment? He claims that he's the best wrestler yet can't beat someone who, at that point in his SNW career, was an unproven commodity? Come on. The best don't do that. The best don't get beat by people they don't know enough about yet. That happens to people who get complacent. If you're as good as you claim to be, then you should rise above that.
I love how Jackson decides then to call me a failure. Last I checked, I'm not the one who's been fading out of the spotlight ever since I lost the Bad Blood Championship in a match that, if I'm as good as I claim to be, I should win. And look at what's happened to you since. You've been in and out and in and out so much that we can never tell where you are or what your standing is in this company. But then again, anybody who's wrestled with you in the last four years can tell that's just normal with you. You'll come in, win what you win, and then go away for an extended period of time. You won't tell anybody where you're going, but when you get back you expect to have what you had before. And you know what offends me the most? That you get away with it. In most other companies, wrestling and non-wrestling alike, there's a little thing called "blackballing" when you do something like that. I don't get how that works.
I love how you want to make an idle threat about how if you lose, you'll tear up your contract and walk away. And then what? When everybody lets their guard down, you'll swoop in and try and pull the same shit you've always pulled and claim that this is your world and we're all just living in it. Spare me the sob story, James, I've heard it all before and it bores the everloving shit out of me. It's like going to see the movie Kick-Ass back when it opened...on the surface it looks like a promising statement but when actually seen for what it is it's an assault on the human psyche that almost requires the person behind it to apologize to the rest of the world for wasting their time.
James, I really wish you were serious on that front. I mean, it's not like you're actually doing anything but collecting dust being on the payroll anyway. Maybe we could create a belt for you that says "Dust Collecting Champion", have a big ceremony in the middle of the ring for you, and let you hold that high in the air. But I'm getting a little too far off topic here. Because I would love nothing more than to add to my resume "forced James Jackson to retire from professional wrestling". To have them announce me as such, as well. But knowing you, just being around a wrestling ring is what keeps you alive. You know nothing else. You can be nothing else.
You claim that there's nothing that I'm going to do about you taking my Texas Championship away from me. James, the only way you're going to take this championship off of my waist and out of my hands is if one of the following things happens: if I don't show up, if I pull a Fantasia and down a whole bottle of pills tonight or in the next few days, if I get stuck in that nine-day traffic jam in China, if God himself shows up at Trinity High School, if Kerry Von Erich magically comes back to life, or if Lacey Von Erich learns how to wrestle. In other words, it ain't happening. It ain't happening now and it ain't never gonna happen.
You want to try and dictate terms, James? You don't have the kind of pull to be dictating terms on how I'm going to wrestle. Who do you think you are, Floyd Mayweather? If I'm gonna step in the ring with you, I'm not gonna do it any other way than my own. You want to see things out of me that you haven't seen in awhile? Well, I may bring them, I may not. You won't know until the Main Event comes. You won't know what I'm bringing to the table because I want it to be a surprise. I want you to do all the preparation you think you need to do. I really do.
More importantly, James, I want you to start preparing for what you're going to say after you lose this match. I want you to start concocting the excuses you're going to come up with as to how you didn't beat me. We all know there'll be plenty. Start by coming up with the classic standard, "I'm still the best in the world, you got lucky." Maybe continue by saying "I'm the real champion" and all that. You've got a lot of time to consider all of that, James, but I would start now if I was you. Get yourself a head start.
When I came to SNW not a soul thought that I'd ever amount to anything. Now? Now I'm the big cheese. I'm the man who holds all the cards. And as far as I see it, James, I have the best hand out there. All you have is a measly 7-2 offsuit and I got aces. Are you gonna be stupid and try to play the 7-2, knowing what you have up against you, or are you going to be smart, accept your fate, and let your conscience be your guide?
Choose wisely, James. Your future may well be at stake after all.
FTB.
