This is a little piece I'm writing to Roddy Piper. I hope he reads this.
You need to read the headline on him at www.wwe.com to understand this.
When Piper came back, I didn't know who he was. Mainly cause he had fought either before I was born or when I was really young. So I didn't remember him. But after a while, after hearing him talk and seeing him on SmackDown, something about him caught my eye. I wanted to learn about him. And I did. Online, TV, and books gave me all the info on him. In a matter of days he'd become my favorite wrestler. Even though everyone seemed to hate him, I didn't. I thought he was funny, charming and, even a little cute. (ok not a little) After he came back, my head filled with all sorts of new dreams. I wanted his autograph, to see him at a live event, meet him, talk to him in person, wrestle with him in his corner and have my arm raised in victory with his. But all that is gone now. When I read the article, saying he wasn't going to be employed anymore, my heart ripped in two. I cryed for nor what now seems days. I still cry now sometimes. All that went through my mind was "He's gone." My dreams now? Gone also. I've never felt so alone. So depressed. So...numb. That's all I feel now. That cold numbness. Please Hot Rod, come back. Please stop that loneliness and sadness. God Bless You.
Forever and always your fan,
Gina
When Piper came back, I didn't know who he was. Mainly cause he had fought either before I was born or when I was really young. So I didn't remember him. But after a while, after hearing him talk and seeing him on SmackDown, something about him caught my eye. I wanted to learn about him. And I did. Online, TV, and books gave me all the info on him. In a matter of days he'd become my favorite wrestler. Even though everyone seemed to hate him, I didn't. I thought he was funny, charming and, even a little cute. (ok not a little) After he came back, my head filled with all sorts of new dreams. I wanted his autograph, to see him at a live event, meet him, talk to him in person, wrestle with him in his corner and have my arm raised in victory with his. But all that is gone now. When I read the article, saying he wasn't going to be employed anymore, my heart ripped in two. I cryed for nor what now seems days. I still cry now sometimes. All that went through my mind was "He's gone." My dreams now? Gone also. I've never felt so alone. So depressed. So...numb. That's all I feel now. That cold numbness. Please Hot Rod, come back. Please stop that loneliness and sadness. God Bless You.
Forever and always your fan,
Gina
