Post by freak on Oct 1, 2010 14:46:45 GMT -6
Jack Clinton, as we know, has decided to put a challenge to Robert Ravencroft for a Texas Championship match, which will be what SNW calls a "submission corner match" and which Ravencroft accepted. The Texas Heavyweight Champion found some inspiration in a match held at the Freeman Coliseum in San Antonio in 1994, and we find Clinton standing outside the building.
November 23, 1994. A history making night in professional wrestling and the state of Texas in more ways than one. Inside this building that night was the last "throw in the towel" match to date that had a top championship on the line. And as Bret Hart writhed in pain in the middle of the ring, his brother screwed him out of the title and Bob Backlund became the World Wrestling Federation champion. The last time that Survivor Series was held the night before Thanksgiving. And the oldest man to ever win the WWF Championship.
And at the same time, an inspiring night. Granted, it's sixteen years later, but it's something you still haven't seen since then. Sure, we have all the I Quit matches we can handle, but after awhile those tend to lose their luster. But a throw in the towel match? Pure, unadulterated brutality. No matter what you do, you have no control over your fate. It's in the hands of your opponent and the person standing in your corner.
People might still be wondering why I decided to put myself in such a position, considering where I stand. Well, to put it quite bluntly a stand needed to be taken. I'm still trying to figure out how Robert Ravencroft, a man who's proven to be more of an annoyance than a wrestler, is the #1 contender to my championship. And no matter what I tried to do, I'm being forced to wrestle a man that quite frankly doesn't belong in the same ring as me, now or ever. But as far as I was concerned, they might make me do it, but I don't have to do it on anyone's terms but my own. And I wasn't about to let a man like Ravencroft think he could take the title from me without expending every last bit of energy he could from his body...while being completely aware of the possibility that it might not have mattered in the first place.
I know Robert thinks I'm underestimating him and nothing could be further from the truth. You can't underestimate what barely exists. A threat, he may present. But in reality, there isn't much for me to worry about. He's made the focus more on him than anything else. He goes around harassing people in their dressing rooms, annoying the everloving crap out of them, and then thinks because they're annoyed by what he's doing they're instantly scared of him and he gets offended. I can't understand what makes someone think that way, but whatever.
One never gets to be a champion by being annoying. Ask Sean Waltman. One also never gets to be a champion just by having an opportunity handed to him. Ask all the rest of the wrestlers over the years that have been given shots, failed, and then faded back into obscurity. It takes work. It takes dedication. It doesn't take having the idiot President of this company in your back pocket, and it sure as hell doesn't take anything else that you've been doing.
I enjoy being the target, as I've said before. But what I don't enjoy is the constant disrespect, which I would've figured by now would have dissipated because I am the champion. But it's still there. It doesn't go away. Because some people just don't understand. They just can't grasp the concept that I'm the top dog in the company right now and are willing to go to whatever lengths necessary to get me out of that position. And they also can't grasp that I don't take too kindly to disrespect...and never learn from the mistakes so many others have made.
So Robert, you can go right ahead and believe that I'm not taking you seriously. That you have a shot to defeat me and become the second man in the history of this company to hold the Texas Heavyweight and Bad Blood Championships at the same time. That somehow, someway you're going to do enough to make Versus Vince throw in the towel and earn yourself my title. Keep right on living in your own delusion, in your own little world, if you feel that it's right.
Meanwhile, reality will set in and set in very very quickly. There's no escape. You can't leave. You can't run. I'm not going anywhere. And I've got all that pent up energy running through my veins, looking to pay someone back for even being put in a position like this. You add it all up and nothing positive comes out of this for you.
So if you have any sense in your head, between now and Natural Selection, you might want to reconsider showing up with all this false bravado you carry yourself with right now. You may think you're scaring people but you're not. You may think you're a great wrestler but you're not. You may think you're championship material but you're not. And perhaps most importantly, you may think that you're going to be Texas Heavyweight Champion after Natural Selection.
You're not.
FTB.
November 23, 1994. A history making night in professional wrestling and the state of Texas in more ways than one. Inside this building that night was the last "throw in the towel" match to date that had a top championship on the line. And as Bret Hart writhed in pain in the middle of the ring, his brother screwed him out of the title and Bob Backlund became the World Wrestling Federation champion. The last time that Survivor Series was held the night before Thanksgiving. And the oldest man to ever win the WWF Championship.
And at the same time, an inspiring night. Granted, it's sixteen years later, but it's something you still haven't seen since then. Sure, we have all the I Quit matches we can handle, but after awhile those tend to lose their luster. But a throw in the towel match? Pure, unadulterated brutality. No matter what you do, you have no control over your fate. It's in the hands of your opponent and the person standing in your corner.
People might still be wondering why I decided to put myself in such a position, considering where I stand. Well, to put it quite bluntly a stand needed to be taken. I'm still trying to figure out how Robert Ravencroft, a man who's proven to be more of an annoyance than a wrestler, is the #1 contender to my championship. And no matter what I tried to do, I'm being forced to wrestle a man that quite frankly doesn't belong in the same ring as me, now or ever. But as far as I was concerned, they might make me do it, but I don't have to do it on anyone's terms but my own. And I wasn't about to let a man like Ravencroft think he could take the title from me without expending every last bit of energy he could from his body...while being completely aware of the possibility that it might not have mattered in the first place.
I know Robert thinks I'm underestimating him and nothing could be further from the truth. You can't underestimate what barely exists. A threat, he may present. But in reality, there isn't much for me to worry about. He's made the focus more on him than anything else. He goes around harassing people in their dressing rooms, annoying the everloving crap out of them, and then thinks because they're annoyed by what he's doing they're instantly scared of him and he gets offended. I can't understand what makes someone think that way, but whatever.
One never gets to be a champion by being annoying. Ask Sean Waltman. One also never gets to be a champion just by having an opportunity handed to him. Ask all the rest of the wrestlers over the years that have been given shots, failed, and then faded back into obscurity. It takes work. It takes dedication. It doesn't take having the idiot President of this company in your back pocket, and it sure as hell doesn't take anything else that you've been doing.
I enjoy being the target, as I've said before. But what I don't enjoy is the constant disrespect, which I would've figured by now would have dissipated because I am the champion. But it's still there. It doesn't go away. Because some people just don't understand. They just can't grasp the concept that I'm the top dog in the company right now and are willing to go to whatever lengths necessary to get me out of that position. And they also can't grasp that I don't take too kindly to disrespect...and never learn from the mistakes so many others have made.
So Robert, you can go right ahead and believe that I'm not taking you seriously. That you have a shot to defeat me and become the second man in the history of this company to hold the Texas Heavyweight and Bad Blood Championships at the same time. That somehow, someway you're going to do enough to make Versus Vince throw in the towel and earn yourself my title. Keep right on living in your own delusion, in your own little world, if you feel that it's right.
Meanwhile, reality will set in and set in very very quickly. There's no escape. You can't leave. You can't run. I'm not going anywhere. And I've got all that pent up energy running through my veins, looking to pay someone back for even being put in a position like this. You add it all up and nothing positive comes out of this for you.
So if you have any sense in your head, between now and Natural Selection, you might want to reconsider showing up with all this false bravado you carry yourself with right now. You may think you're scaring people but you're not. You may think you're a great wrestler but you're not. You may think you're championship material but you're not. And perhaps most importantly, you may think that you're going to be Texas Heavyweight Champion after Natural Selection.
You're not.
FTB.
