Jonathan Storm: October 16, 2001

Hey...

Man, it's been ages since I managed to sit down and write. It feels like it at least. Professional wrestlers are on the road an average of 200 days a year. I'm on it 300. I rarely see my home, my season tickets to the Anaheim Angels are almost useless (I think Darrin Stearns got more use out of my tickets the last month of the season than I ever could. I only caught one game, and it was one of the last times I was hanging out with Michael Trey), and I own a large house that's mostly vacant. However, when I get home and to my computer, it's a whole lot nicer. So I'm catching up on columns and whatnot, and I'm going to start off by saying this.

Go suck one, Hoffman.

I'm going to answer my detractors right here, right now. This goes for Hoffman, Cash, and just about anyone else not directly involved in my life. Go to hell.

Do you know why? I think you guys are way too full of yourselves for your own good. I've spent the past year of my life, proving myself. Going at my career full tilt, giving everything I have to this sport. I try to keep the mood light, a smile on my face, and I try to have some fun. For your holier-than-thou attitudes to show up and to say what you say, it's ridiculous. I'm sick of your asinine claims, and your thoughts that I owe you something.

Cash, you're really a waste...you stroll back into the NYSWF like we owe you something. We've managed to do just fine without you...we couldn't even care less if you were here. Got it?

Hoffman, you've got some strong words for a guy who's been hit in the head so many times, you can't remember your own telephone number...I made the Lightweight Title, Matt. I've held it more often than you have, and I broke your record. It's a shame you can't give credit where credit's due. You know what else? I don't care about your stupid phrase...I was giving credit by using it to a true legend in this sport, Michael Trey. You're not respectable, Matt...you're bitter, and nothing more.

I know I'm coming off a bit angry, but I am. I'd like to think that I've earned a modicum of respect from the people in this "circuit", but apparently I'm not good enough for that. Apparently I don't deserve that respect, despite what I've done. The Dirtsheet recently started covering the HWF. Gentlemen, right there. I'm the World Champ. I've got every right in the world to say that you two are nothing more than overrated cretins. And I did say it...so there.

I don't owe the two of you anything...and neither of you owe me anything.

All you do is owe me the respect I think I'm entitled to. It's not a lot, but it's enough for you "critics" to shut your mouth and finally admit one thing.

I'm not as bad as you claim I am.

Until next week, have a happy one.

Jonathan D. Collins