What The People Think
by the Angel
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Larger than life, that's me. The man with the ruffled blonde mane, forever looking like a Backstreet Boy. All my "former" fans cheering for me in tough matches, all my "former" fans laughing at my witty comebacks to annoying people...They were former.
I miss my "former" Jerichoholics.
Just goes to show you how screwed up the world of wrestling is. One day, you're the hottest guy in the business, the next....You're cold fish that no one wants to fish for.
I try. Oh, believe me. I want the laughter, I want the cheers, I want the supported. I want it all. I need it all. I have to have it all. I used to have it all.
Notice most things are in past tense. Slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. Each speck was a fan. But I hold my head up high. I put on my Y2J shirts, my ring attire, I try to kick some ass...I do. But to no avail.
Do the fans care? Do the fans chair? Do the fans do anything? Yeah. They boo and shoot me death glares. I am surprised I haven't received hate mail. Ooh. Mail's here. I wonder what I'll find.
Am I angry? Am I cynical? Am I bitter? Life's unsolved mysteries. It's like the center of a tootsie pop. The world may never know. I braid my hair now. It's much more comfortable. The OLD Y2J had the hair down, and the ruffled rock star look. Now it's time for the new Y2J.
New and improved, baby. Much more sarcasm, wittiness, cleverness and more intensity in the ring. Oh yeah, that's the stuff. This will really get the fans back.
And this time, I really, honestly and truly want to know what the people think.
by the Angel
*
Larger than life, that's me. The man with the ruffled blonde mane, forever looking like a Backstreet Boy. All my "former" fans cheering for me in tough matches, all my "former" fans laughing at my witty comebacks to annoying people...They were former.
I miss my "former" Jerichoholics.
Just goes to show you how screwed up the world of wrestling is. One day, you're the hottest guy in the business, the next....You're cold fish that no one wants to fish for.
I try. Oh, believe me. I want the laughter, I want the cheers, I want the supported. I want it all. I need it all. I have to have it all. I used to have it all.
Notice most things are in past tense. Slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. Each speck was a fan. But I hold my head up high. I put on my Y2J shirts, my ring attire, I try to kick some ass...I do. But to no avail.
Do the fans care? Do the fans chair? Do the fans do anything? Yeah. They boo and shoot me death glares. I am surprised I haven't received hate mail. Ooh. Mail's here. I wonder what I'll find.
Am I angry? Am I cynical? Am I bitter? Life's unsolved mysteries. It's like the center of a tootsie pop. The world may never know. I braid my hair now. It's much more comfortable. The OLD Y2J had the hair down, and the ruffled rock star look. Now it's time for the new Y2J.
New and improved, baby. Much more sarcasm, wittiness, cleverness and more intensity in the ring. Oh yeah, that's the stuff. This will really get the fans back.
And this time, I really, honestly and truly want to know what the people think.