Post by freak on Jun 3, 2010 14:04:30 GMT -6
Chris P. has checked into a hotel since we saw him last.
You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that there's a lot of disrespect for me around this company. And it's really starting to bother me. A great deal. I mean, I'm being forced to wrestle in something that if you called it a roach coach you'd be being extremely generous, against a man that to put it quite bluntly just isn't what he claims that he is and doesn't have the balls to say word one to me- just being content to hold his third-tier singles title and act like he's the man. What? Top tier, Texas, Second tier, Von Erich, Third tier, Bad Blood. It's the unfortunate way of things.
And then there's the people who make fun of me because of my name when quite frankly they have no reason to. I've seen more things in the wrestling biz than they EVER have. I've wrestled in more venues- bigger venues and better venues that you don't have to cover yourself in Lysol to enter- than I can remember. I've wrestled much bigger, much badder, and much BETTER than James Jackson and the rest of you schmucks who don't have any respect for me, and when I win the Von Erich Championship that'll be my thirtieth career professional wrestling championship. Think about that number for a second. Thirty. Who else can boast that impressive of a resume? Not many. And certainly not in this company, where the guys at the top only formed it because they'd washed out of so many companies in the past and couldn't handle being unemployed.
When you add it all up, it's just going to add to the continued amount of frustration I've been feeling for most of the last few months. It's just been one bad luck break after another and it just wears on me and wears on me and wears on me. And now it's reached critical mass and I don't know when or where the explosion might take place. And I also don't know who is going to be around when said explosion occurs.
James, the fact that you can't even be bothered with me is just plain offensive. I mean, you claim to be the best wrestler in this company yet you can't take five minutes out of your busy, busy life to say but one word regarding your match against me in that rathole Dunpork's greasy spoon? Are you too good for that? Would it lower your standards to address me? Is that the problem?
Like I said, it goes back to the disrespect angle. On and on and on and on it's gone. No one cares enough about what I do. What I've done. The kind of wrestler I am. They all just see a name that might or might not look punnish and they jump on that. Or like you, James, they just ignore it and don't bother to consider me a threat. Even though I've had more gold around my waist than they have. Even though I've wrestled better people than they have. I've always gone out there with the knowledge that the control over the situation rests with me- and that I have to be the bigger one. Otherwise, I fall back and eventually lose myself in the shuffle with the Sean Halls and the Johnny Moxies. And I've always been mindful of my opponents- because no matter how much better I may be than them, it doesn't guarantee victory.
I don't know. Maybe I've been going about it the wrong way. Maybe I need to start doing things that will not only ensure victory for me, but also make sure that the ones who have continued to disrespect me have that very disrespect turned into fear. Fear of the retribution that I may bring upon them. Fear of what I can do and what I've been able to do. And fear that it might come their way next if I don't like what I see.
And James, unfortunately, that may start with you on Saturday night. But don't feel bad...years from now you can tell your grandkids that you had the honor of being beaten in the middle of the ring by a man who was just plain better than you at every facet of the game and life. That didn't run away when things got bad. That doesn't have the overinflated sense of self that you have.
That is, if I let you survive long enough for that to happen.
FTB.
You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that there's a lot of disrespect for me around this company. And it's really starting to bother me. A great deal. I mean, I'm being forced to wrestle in something that if you called it a roach coach you'd be being extremely generous, against a man that to put it quite bluntly just isn't what he claims that he is and doesn't have the balls to say word one to me- just being content to hold his third-tier singles title and act like he's the man. What? Top tier, Texas, Second tier, Von Erich, Third tier, Bad Blood. It's the unfortunate way of things.
And then there's the people who make fun of me because of my name when quite frankly they have no reason to. I've seen more things in the wrestling biz than they EVER have. I've wrestled in more venues- bigger venues and better venues that you don't have to cover yourself in Lysol to enter- than I can remember. I've wrestled much bigger, much badder, and much BETTER than James Jackson and the rest of you schmucks who don't have any respect for me, and when I win the Von Erich Championship that'll be my thirtieth career professional wrestling championship. Think about that number for a second. Thirty. Who else can boast that impressive of a resume? Not many. And certainly not in this company, where the guys at the top only formed it because they'd washed out of so many companies in the past and couldn't handle being unemployed.
When you add it all up, it's just going to add to the continued amount of frustration I've been feeling for most of the last few months. It's just been one bad luck break after another and it just wears on me and wears on me and wears on me. And now it's reached critical mass and I don't know when or where the explosion might take place. And I also don't know who is going to be around when said explosion occurs.
James, the fact that you can't even be bothered with me is just plain offensive. I mean, you claim to be the best wrestler in this company yet you can't take five minutes out of your busy, busy life to say but one word regarding your match against me in that rathole Dunpork's greasy spoon? Are you too good for that? Would it lower your standards to address me? Is that the problem?
Like I said, it goes back to the disrespect angle. On and on and on and on it's gone. No one cares enough about what I do. What I've done. The kind of wrestler I am. They all just see a name that might or might not look punnish and they jump on that. Or like you, James, they just ignore it and don't bother to consider me a threat. Even though I've had more gold around my waist than they have. Even though I've wrestled better people than they have. I've always gone out there with the knowledge that the control over the situation rests with me- and that I have to be the bigger one. Otherwise, I fall back and eventually lose myself in the shuffle with the Sean Halls and the Johnny Moxies. And I've always been mindful of my opponents- because no matter how much better I may be than them, it doesn't guarantee victory.
I don't know. Maybe I've been going about it the wrong way. Maybe I need to start doing things that will not only ensure victory for me, but also make sure that the ones who have continued to disrespect me have that very disrespect turned into fear. Fear of the retribution that I may bring upon them. Fear of what I can do and what I've been able to do. And fear that it might come their way next if I don't like what I see.
And James, unfortunately, that may start with you on Saturday night. But don't feel bad...years from now you can tell your grandkids that you had the honor of being beaten in the middle of the ring by a man who was just plain better than you at every facet of the game and life. That didn't run away when things got bad. That doesn't have the overinflated sense of self that you have.
That is, if I let you survive long enough for that to happen.
FTB.
