Post by freak on Aug 25, 2010 1:30:27 GMT -6
We return to Jack Clinton in his undisclosed location.
I've wrestled a lot of people in my time here in SNW. Every single one, of course, has been different. Yet in every single case they've made claims. Most of us won't bother to speak on them because they're afraid to. But by now, you have to figure that I'm not one of those people. I don't care who I offend. I got the Texas Heavyweight Championship around my waist. I can be a little more blunt with my words, right?
Anyway, let's take a look. Going back to the very beginning, when I was wrestling Viper. One of the biggest jokes this company ever had and yet somehow he got one over on all of us. He convinced us all that he had some discernible wrestling talent in his fluke win over me. And all he did was squawk and squawk and squawk. Then he decided to try and send his little buddies after me- C-Pac and Doomsday. I beat them. And then I beat him again. Where are they now? Out on the street.
Vincent Matthews. A guy who I still can't understand how he got to be the Texas Champion. You left him in any situation where the only way he could've won was by pulling something shifty, and he usually wormed his way to a victory. It was when everything became a fair fight that something was bound to go wrong. And lo and behold, in the last fair fight of his career, what he'd do? He went out and suffered one of the most gruesome leg injuries you'll ever see this side of Sid Vicious. A guy who can't win in a fair fight.
Chris Angel. What more can I say about the guy that's already been said? Either he's one of the best or one of the most overrated. You've heard it all from all comers. The man is my friend, and I always give him his due but here's the one point I'm gonna make on him and the one mistake he made. I gave the man nothing but credit and respect for years and the one thing he decided to do was make me seem like a crutch to him. I still consider the man to be a friend, but that's part of what drove me back at Summer Bash. And that's part of the reason why Chris Angel isn't here right now.
Point is there have been a lot of guys who have tried to call themselves the best when I've said they weren't and while I may not have beaten every single one of them I stood tall in the end. I stood tall despite losing to Viper and his SINdicate buddies and dismantled that stable one by one. I stood tall despite Vincent Matthews rigging the game for his own benefit. I stood tall as Matt Margera, Wench, and Alexander Draven destroyed the Army of the Gods from within. And I stood tallest of all at Summer Bash when the SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship finally, after all this time, made its way around my waist.
And even though he'll try and claim that he isn't going in the same direction he always goes in whenever he's facing someone he knows he's not better than, in the far recesses of James Jackson's mind rests the annoying, gigantic pain in the ass that always has been there. The one who talks up a good game and can beat people when there's no pressure, but when it gets ratcheted up a notch or two or three fades away. Doesn't impress in any way.
And when you compare him to all the names I just mentioned, no matter how hard you try to look or how hard he may try to convince you that it isn't the case, you'll always find two words attached to James Jackson's name- has been. This is a guy who's beaten me twice and I haven't managed to score a win against him since I joined the company. I'll concede that. But those really are the only two of note wins he's had in the past few years. Ever since he lost the UHW Universal Championship for the last time he's struggled to get back once was his. It didn't help matters that the title was rather unceremoniously ripped out from his hands and that the man who eventually rose above the rest to gain the title was, of course, me- but it seemed to take away whatever direction he had. That, without the title, he was exposed as the has been nothing that he is today.
And now he thinks that because somebody likes him in some far off spiritual world that no one has ever seen or heard of, he's going to somehow join me, Silvus, Hellspawn, Castrated Reaper, Vinnie Schizo, and Chris Angel among the people who've held the most prestigious prize that SNW has to offer. I'll never understand what makes the man tick or why it makes him tick, but there's one thing I do understand completely...it's the fact that no matter how many times he may have beaten me in this ring or in any other ring, he's never done it with a championship on the line and I don't plan on becoming the shortest reigning Texas Heavyweight Champion in this company's history.
So James, you can go ahead and keep filling yourself full of that demented hot air you're filling your head with. Keep convincing yourself that this title is yours to win. You may not be saying that but no one is stupid enough to believe you're not thinking it, as I already said beforehand. Come in all balls out and whatnot and try, like you say, to bring whatever monster you think is inside me out. I want you to. It's only going to make my victory that much sweeter.
My only advice to you would be to learn to handle this defeat well. It may be the very last time that anyone feels sorry enough for you to give you a shot at any chanmpionship that resides around the waist of any wrestler in this company. Or it may actually humble you like if the Iron Sheik suplexed you and put you in the Camel Clutch and broke your back and blah blah blah. Hmm...that might actually be fun to see, you being shown a little humility in the middle of the ring.
Ah, who am I kidding? It'll be so much sweeter to watch you throw another temper tantrum after you lose yet another match you think you have no business losing. So see you in Euless, James, and make sure to prepare to taste another defeat. Otherwise, how will you learn?
Zoom out, then FTB.
I've wrestled a lot of people in my time here in SNW. Every single one, of course, has been different. Yet in every single case they've made claims. Most of us won't bother to speak on them because they're afraid to. But by now, you have to figure that I'm not one of those people. I don't care who I offend. I got the Texas Heavyweight Championship around my waist. I can be a little more blunt with my words, right?
Anyway, let's take a look. Going back to the very beginning, when I was wrestling Viper. One of the biggest jokes this company ever had and yet somehow he got one over on all of us. He convinced us all that he had some discernible wrestling talent in his fluke win over me. And all he did was squawk and squawk and squawk. Then he decided to try and send his little buddies after me- C-Pac and Doomsday. I beat them. And then I beat him again. Where are they now? Out on the street.
Vincent Matthews. A guy who I still can't understand how he got to be the Texas Champion. You left him in any situation where the only way he could've won was by pulling something shifty, and he usually wormed his way to a victory. It was when everything became a fair fight that something was bound to go wrong. And lo and behold, in the last fair fight of his career, what he'd do? He went out and suffered one of the most gruesome leg injuries you'll ever see this side of Sid Vicious. A guy who can't win in a fair fight.
Chris Angel. What more can I say about the guy that's already been said? Either he's one of the best or one of the most overrated. You've heard it all from all comers. The man is my friend, and I always give him his due but here's the one point I'm gonna make on him and the one mistake he made. I gave the man nothing but credit and respect for years and the one thing he decided to do was make me seem like a crutch to him. I still consider the man to be a friend, but that's part of what drove me back at Summer Bash. And that's part of the reason why Chris Angel isn't here right now.
Point is there have been a lot of guys who have tried to call themselves the best when I've said they weren't and while I may not have beaten every single one of them I stood tall in the end. I stood tall despite losing to Viper and his SINdicate buddies and dismantled that stable one by one. I stood tall despite Vincent Matthews rigging the game for his own benefit. I stood tall as Matt Margera, Wench, and Alexander Draven destroyed the Army of the Gods from within. And I stood tallest of all at Summer Bash when the SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship finally, after all this time, made its way around my waist.
And even though he'll try and claim that he isn't going in the same direction he always goes in whenever he's facing someone he knows he's not better than, in the far recesses of James Jackson's mind rests the annoying, gigantic pain in the ass that always has been there. The one who talks up a good game and can beat people when there's no pressure, but when it gets ratcheted up a notch or two or three fades away. Doesn't impress in any way.
And when you compare him to all the names I just mentioned, no matter how hard you try to look or how hard he may try to convince you that it isn't the case, you'll always find two words attached to James Jackson's name- has been. This is a guy who's beaten me twice and I haven't managed to score a win against him since I joined the company. I'll concede that. But those really are the only two of note wins he's had in the past few years. Ever since he lost the UHW Universal Championship for the last time he's struggled to get back once was his. It didn't help matters that the title was rather unceremoniously ripped out from his hands and that the man who eventually rose above the rest to gain the title was, of course, me- but it seemed to take away whatever direction he had. That, without the title, he was exposed as the has been nothing that he is today.
And now he thinks that because somebody likes him in some far off spiritual world that no one has ever seen or heard of, he's going to somehow join me, Silvus, Hellspawn, Castrated Reaper, Vinnie Schizo, and Chris Angel among the people who've held the most prestigious prize that SNW has to offer. I'll never understand what makes the man tick or why it makes him tick, but there's one thing I do understand completely...it's the fact that no matter how many times he may have beaten me in this ring or in any other ring, he's never done it with a championship on the line and I don't plan on becoming the shortest reigning Texas Heavyweight Champion in this company's history.
So James, you can go ahead and keep filling yourself full of that demented hot air you're filling your head with. Keep convincing yourself that this title is yours to win. You may not be saying that but no one is stupid enough to believe you're not thinking it, as I already said beforehand. Come in all balls out and whatnot and try, like you say, to bring whatever monster you think is inside me out. I want you to. It's only going to make my victory that much sweeter.
My only advice to you would be to learn to handle this defeat well. It may be the very last time that anyone feels sorry enough for you to give you a shot at any chanmpionship that resides around the waist of any wrestler in this company. Or it may actually humble you like if the Iron Sheik suplexed you and put you in the Camel Clutch and broke your back and blah blah blah. Hmm...that might actually be fun to see, you being shown a little humility in the middle of the ring.
Ah, who am I kidding? It'll be so much sweeter to watch you throw another temper tantrum after you lose yet another match you think you have no business losing. So see you in Euless, James, and make sure to prepare to taste another defeat. Otherwise, how will you learn?
Zoom out, then FTB.
