Post by freak on Sept 20, 2010 22:07:15 GMT -6
Jack Clinton is standing in a wrestling ring that is littered with trash.
You know, in order to be a champion in the wrestling business, you need to trudge through matches with lots of garbage strewn about the ring. But once you get to that peak, like I'm at right now, you shouldn't have to continue trudging through trash. The best of the best don't have to do this. They get to face top of the line competition week after week after week. But here in SNW, there's a severe lack of that. I mean, you have me, Versus Vince, and maybe on his best days now James Jackson. And beyond that, what? A bunch of trash littering the ring, indiscernible from one day to the next.
Is it too much to ask for there to be top level competition for the Texas Heavyweight Champion to face on a weekly basis? I'd settle for those who have been there before. Those who have enough respect for the business that they don't go around to people's dressing rooms guaranteeing wins and giving themselves championships that they don't have nor will ever get if Jack Clinton has anything to say about it. Those who can actually wrestle and aren't basing their reputations on being...well...glorified emo kids.
I'm so sick and tired of the constant disrespect that I've been getting from what in most companies would be the people main-eventing Sunday Night Heat. People like Robert Ravencroft. A man who thinks that just because he has a championship it makes him a great wrestler. It doesn't. You have to have talent to be a wrestler. Otherwise you're just garbage littering the ring. And the way I see it right now I'm walking through a hell of a lot of Robert Ravencroft just so I can make my paycheck this week.
Robert, let me lay it on you like this. Your reputation is growing, and not in a good way. It's growing like a weed, a cancer, a fungus. People are starting to get really tired of you really quick. The only difference is that I think more than their fair share of them aren't willing to do anything about it. That's why I decided to make the match for Natural Selection what I did. Because I want to beat you down and beat you down and beat you down and let your sister and her alleged boyfriend test just how long their threshold is for watching you suffer. It's not just about the Texas Championship anymore. It starts Saturday and it goes on and on and on. You wanna keep on talking shit? You just wait until the consequences come.
And so I see the Sports Nutz are coming back into the wrestling biz. Will the five people who care raise their hands? Seriously, guys, enough. Stop waddling around the ring embarrassing yourselves. There's a good reason why you decided to start this company in the first place. You didn't have it anymore. So why, all of a sudden, are we supposed to believe that you have it again? More garbage I have to wade through. It's gonna be fun winning this week.
That is, if we can all get along. Blake, don't think I'm not paying attention to what you're doing with Austin Virgo. I thought I was clear...do not screw up this match for me. Because I'm not in the mood for this. As a matter of fact, screw it. Don't show up. Vince and I don't need you to defeat the never will be and the has beens. Save yourself the trouble of what's going to happen when you inevitably decide to make this about you. Lord knows you didn't want to listen when I told you the first time.
Are you wondering what'll happen if you don't listen? You see all this trash I'm trudging through right now? It'l be blood. Gallons and gallons of it, spilled out from every orifice of Blake Snyder, Robert Ravencroft, George Dunpork, and Craig Mueller. And I'll relish every second of it.
Oh, this isn't going to end well for you guys...not a bit...
Clinton walks out of said ring. FTB.
You know, in order to be a champion in the wrestling business, you need to trudge through matches with lots of garbage strewn about the ring. But once you get to that peak, like I'm at right now, you shouldn't have to continue trudging through trash. The best of the best don't have to do this. They get to face top of the line competition week after week after week. But here in SNW, there's a severe lack of that. I mean, you have me, Versus Vince, and maybe on his best days now James Jackson. And beyond that, what? A bunch of trash littering the ring, indiscernible from one day to the next.
Is it too much to ask for there to be top level competition for the Texas Heavyweight Champion to face on a weekly basis? I'd settle for those who have been there before. Those who have enough respect for the business that they don't go around to people's dressing rooms guaranteeing wins and giving themselves championships that they don't have nor will ever get if Jack Clinton has anything to say about it. Those who can actually wrestle and aren't basing their reputations on being...well...glorified emo kids.
I'm so sick and tired of the constant disrespect that I've been getting from what in most companies would be the people main-eventing Sunday Night Heat. People like Robert Ravencroft. A man who thinks that just because he has a championship it makes him a great wrestler. It doesn't. You have to have talent to be a wrestler. Otherwise you're just garbage littering the ring. And the way I see it right now I'm walking through a hell of a lot of Robert Ravencroft just so I can make my paycheck this week.
Robert, let me lay it on you like this. Your reputation is growing, and not in a good way. It's growing like a weed, a cancer, a fungus. People are starting to get really tired of you really quick. The only difference is that I think more than their fair share of them aren't willing to do anything about it. That's why I decided to make the match for Natural Selection what I did. Because I want to beat you down and beat you down and beat you down and let your sister and her alleged boyfriend test just how long their threshold is for watching you suffer. It's not just about the Texas Championship anymore. It starts Saturday and it goes on and on and on. You wanna keep on talking shit? You just wait until the consequences come.
And so I see the Sports Nutz are coming back into the wrestling biz. Will the five people who care raise their hands? Seriously, guys, enough. Stop waddling around the ring embarrassing yourselves. There's a good reason why you decided to start this company in the first place. You didn't have it anymore. So why, all of a sudden, are we supposed to believe that you have it again? More garbage I have to wade through. It's gonna be fun winning this week.
That is, if we can all get along. Blake, don't think I'm not paying attention to what you're doing with Austin Virgo. I thought I was clear...do not screw up this match for me. Because I'm not in the mood for this. As a matter of fact, screw it. Don't show up. Vince and I don't need you to defeat the never will be and the has beens. Save yourself the trouble of what's going to happen when you inevitably decide to make this about you. Lord knows you didn't want to listen when I told you the first time.
Are you wondering what'll happen if you don't listen? You see all this trash I'm trudging through right now? It'l be blood. Gallons and gallons of it, spilled out from every orifice of Blake Snyder, Robert Ravencroft, George Dunpork, and Craig Mueller. And I'll relish every second of it.
Oh, this isn't going to end well for you guys...not a bit...
Clinton walks out of said ring. FTB.
