Post by bookerman on Dec 1, 2016 15:23:41 GMT
I knew for sure in September. But really, I knew long before that.
I probably knew about a year ago. It was when I tried to do that whole heel turn thing and it didn't get over too well. It was when I was working two minutes out of a ten minute tag match and being more winded than the other three guys when I got to the back. It might have also been the match I had a couple of weeks later, when I spit up blood in my hotel room. I didn't mind my opponent going on running his mouth about beating one of the business's last active legends in ten minutes. I knew at that point, he hadn't beaten the legend he claimed he beat. He beat that legend's empty shell. And the shell was cracking.
I knew.
But I didn't care.
If I had done something right then, right there...it wouldn't matter. I could have fixed it. I have the money. I can afford to fix anything, with the exception of my own broken soul. And when your soul is broken...you don't give a shit if anything else is broken either.
And now, I've lost everything. My career is over My marriage is over. My post-marriage relationship is over. All I have now is a bunch of money I didn't earn, and a bunch of stuff I don't use.
People are going to see right through this, for what it really is. A bitter, old reject trying to get people to like him one more time.
And they're right.
But they need to hear this. Just in case at least one of them still gives two shits and a sausage biscuit. Maybe someone still has one of my old T-shirts. Maybe someone still remembers me overcoming the odds and winning a few big matches on TV back when they were in high school. Maybe some of my old friends will remember how much fun it was to get high with me and my dog. Maybe I'll be worth something to somebody again.
And maybe they would like to know.
So I'm going to use the last little bit of my political muscle that I have in this business....and for maybe the last time, I'm going to make things happen.
At Challenge of Champions, I'm coming to the UKWF. And I have something to say.
I'm warning you, though.
It's not something you're going to want to hear.
Signed,
Madman Szalinski
I probably knew about a year ago. It was when I tried to do that whole heel turn thing and it didn't get over too well. It was when I was working two minutes out of a ten minute tag match and being more winded than the other three guys when I got to the back. It might have also been the match I had a couple of weeks later, when I spit up blood in my hotel room. I didn't mind my opponent going on running his mouth about beating one of the business's last active legends in ten minutes. I knew at that point, he hadn't beaten the legend he claimed he beat. He beat that legend's empty shell. And the shell was cracking.
I knew.
But I didn't care.
If I had done something right then, right there...it wouldn't matter. I could have fixed it. I have the money. I can afford to fix anything, with the exception of my own broken soul. And when your soul is broken...you don't give a shit if anything else is broken either.
And now, I've lost everything. My career is over My marriage is over. My post-marriage relationship is over. All I have now is a bunch of money I didn't earn, and a bunch of stuff I don't use.
People are going to see right through this, for what it really is. A bitter, old reject trying to get people to like him one more time.
And they're right.
But they need to hear this. Just in case at least one of them still gives two shits and a sausage biscuit. Maybe someone still has one of my old T-shirts. Maybe someone still remembers me overcoming the odds and winning a few big matches on TV back when they were in high school. Maybe some of my old friends will remember how much fun it was to get high with me and my dog. Maybe I'll be worth something to somebody again.
And maybe they would like to know.
So I'm going to use the last little bit of my political muscle that I have in this business....and for maybe the last time, I'm going to make things happen.
At Challenge of Champions, I'm coming to the UKWF. And I have something to say.
I'm warning you, though.
It's not something you're going to want to hear.
Signed,
Madman Szalinski
