Post by freak on Jul 19, 2010 1:58:49 GMT -6
We come across Chris P. sitting in a dressing room with a bag full of mail.
You know, there was some part of me that was starting to have second thoughts about what I did to both Jack Clinton and Dave Mason. I was starting to worry that perhaps I had gone a little too far. But I also thought that the fans would understand. I figured that they wouldn't take my defection to the wrong side of the aisle as seriously as they took certain people's. I hoped our fans were smarter than that. And then the letters started coming in. How these people got my address, I don't know. Maybe someone in the SNW offices felt like they wanted to be funny.
Naturally, I got the people asking me, "Why, Chris, why." You have to expect that. They'll tell it to you at the shows, they'll write letters to you, they'll email you, they'll leave comments on your website. It doesn't matter. But I sure as hell wasn't expecting some of what I got. My life threatened. People attacking my personal life. My family. My livelihood. I've had to hire full security for my family 24 hours a day because they've been harassing them on a daily basis. My own home has been vandalized. I can't even walk down the street in my own damn neighborhood without people leaning out their window to swear at me, throw garbage at me, or spit at me.
So you know where the regret went? Right out the damn window. I didn't do anything to any of these people. They have no reason to be angry with me. I had to do what I had to do for me. Because in the end, when they all go home, I'm still an employee of SNW. I need to look out for number one. I don't have time for the people who sit on their computers for 20 hours a day playing World of Warcraft and who get all pissy just because I do something they didn't like.
I know now what Hogan must've gone through 14 years ago. We were in the same boat. Maybe my star was a little more brighter than his was. But still, we were two guys the fans were just gushing over...and when we started looking out for number one, the people just couldn't believe it. I can just imagine what's going to happen when I win the Von Erich belt in six days. So many people are going to shit themselves in agony just seeing what will happen when I pin that useless grub Alex Daniels for a 1-2-3 in the middle of that ring. And I couldn't care less. They didn't do enough for me when I came here, so why should I instantly start caring now? Screw 'em. If this is what constitutes a death threat-worthy letter, maybe some of these people need a good long stay in a rubber room.
I'm done being Chris P.. I've had enough of being the same guy for so long. It got me far early in my career but where has it gotten me lately? Nowhere. It got me a spot in SNW, but what happened with that? Pushed aside by the people who brought me in. Forgotten about. Forced to start over and make myself look good. Which I shouldn't have to do after being in the business for a decade. And the people are too stupid to realize that. To them I should just be the happy go lucky guy they know and love. Well, how are you supposed to do that when you realize just how far down you've allowed yourself to fall while being subservient to those same people?
I just hope that all the people watching in that money pit Saturday and all the people who are gonna be buying up the pay-per-view broadcast like the good sheep they are get good and mad when I win. REAL good and mad. It'll just make me feel better and better about what I did. And when people ask me why I'm happy with my actions, I'll just point out the letters I got and see what they say. Hopefully, if there's any justice in the world, they'll shut up for once.
But as we all know, there's about as much chance of that happening as a hobo has of becoming President, so I would give this piece of advice...suck it up and deal with it.
FTB.
You know, there was some part of me that was starting to have second thoughts about what I did to both Jack Clinton and Dave Mason. I was starting to worry that perhaps I had gone a little too far. But I also thought that the fans would understand. I figured that they wouldn't take my defection to the wrong side of the aisle as seriously as they took certain people's. I hoped our fans were smarter than that. And then the letters started coming in. How these people got my address, I don't know. Maybe someone in the SNW offices felt like they wanted to be funny.
Naturally, I got the people asking me, "Why, Chris, why." You have to expect that. They'll tell it to you at the shows, they'll write letters to you, they'll email you, they'll leave comments on your website. It doesn't matter. But I sure as hell wasn't expecting some of what I got. My life threatened. People attacking my personal life. My family. My livelihood. I've had to hire full security for my family 24 hours a day because they've been harassing them on a daily basis. My own home has been vandalized. I can't even walk down the street in my own damn neighborhood without people leaning out their window to swear at me, throw garbage at me, or spit at me.
So you know where the regret went? Right out the damn window. I didn't do anything to any of these people. They have no reason to be angry with me. I had to do what I had to do for me. Because in the end, when they all go home, I'm still an employee of SNW. I need to look out for number one. I don't have time for the people who sit on their computers for 20 hours a day playing World of Warcraft and who get all pissy just because I do something they didn't like.
I know now what Hogan must've gone through 14 years ago. We were in the same boat. Maybe my star was a little more brighter than his was. But still, we were two guys the fans were just gushing over...and when we started looking out for number one, the people just couldn't believe it. I can just imagine what's going to happen when I win the Von Erich belt in six days. So many people are going to shit themselves in agony just seeing what will happen when I pin that useless grub Alex Daniels for a 1-2-3 in the middle of that ring. And I couldn't care less. They didn't do enough for me when I came here, so why should I instantly start caring now? Screw 'em. If this is what constitutes a death threat-worthy letter, maybe some of these people need a good long stay in a rubber room.
I'm done being Chris P.. I've had enough of being the same guy for so long. It got me far early in my career but where has it gotten me lately? Nowhere. It got me a spot in SNW, but what happened with that? Pushed aside by the people who brought me in. Forgotten about. Forced to start over and make myself look good. Which I shouldn't have to do after being in the business for a decade. And the people are too stupid to realize that. To them I should just be the happy go lucky guy they know and love. Well, how are you supposed to do that when you realize just how far down you've allowed yourself to fall while being subservient to those same people?
I just hope that all the people watching in that money pit Saturday and all the people who are gonna be buying up the pay-per-view broadcast like the good sheep they are get good and mad when I win. REAL good and mad. It'll just make me feel better and better about what I did. And when people ask me why I'm happy with my actions, I'll just point out the letters I got and see what they say. Hopefully, if there's any justice in the world, they'll shut up for once.
But as we all know, there's about as much chance of that happening as a hobo has of becoming President, so I would give this piece of advice...suck it up and deal with it.
FTB.
