Pringle
07-23-2010, 03:55 PM
Dear Oscar
Hi there, it’s me again. Still haven't heard from you, so I guess you didn’t like my last gift; I cut that off for you, man. I gave my blood for you, and in return I'm shakled by a restriction order. You called the police again? Why? I don’t understand. I love you. We are meant to be best friends and they won’t even let me phone you anymore. I can’t believe that you still haven't told them about the time we touched foreheads and you told me I was special and that I could be anything I wanted. You said “thanks”. Maybe it was my mask. I was wearing one of your masks that night, perhaps originally you had trouble remebering my face. But you did pick me from a crowd of twenty thousand; I certainly remember that.
Why do you pretend to be scared of me? You don’t need to protect your family. I didn’t mean to scare your daughter that day. All I wanted to do was give her the mask that I had designed and stitched, by hand, for you. I spent hours making it. Me following her was never intended to spark the reaction it did. The only thing I wanted was for her to pass on the present to you. That’s all. Your fucking wife got in the way and ran to the police again; that stupid bitch. You were on tour, your meddlesome wife made out like I was coming at her and the kids with a knife; I wasn’t. How could I give you the gift I made for you if I can’t come within 5 miles of you? Some of the passersby interfered and I ended up with a burst lip. Do not fret, I love the taste of blood.
Anyway, I write to you with a new idea. I know you’ll love it. Everything that’s happened before, I am willing to put behind me and forgive you. I know you meant well. Forget the restriction order. I want to be your tag team partner. We’d be great together, you know we would. You could put in a good word with Vince, he’d listen to you. Then one night you could introduce me, your biggest fan, to everyone as you new partner; someone to help you reach the heights you once graced. They're making a mockery of you. Your most recent reign was horrendously short. They don't care about you. If you allowed me to, I could be the one to catapult you to the grand stage again. Finally, I’d be accepted as well. You owe me that much.
My life has been dedicated to you. I have all your posters on my walls. Before I go to sleep each night, I speak to you about my day; you’re a great listener. One day it would be great if you spoke back.
Even my hamster, Rey, is named after you. He died last week, I cut off his foot because you made me mad, but it’s ok now. Rey still sits in his cage as if he never left.
Your DVD’s, your masks, the T-shirts; I have everything, but still, you won’t talk to me.
If we could be partners that would all change. You would see how much you mean to me and you’d finally appreciate me. I need you. I lost my friends, my girlfriend, and my parents because they couldn’t understand why we are both so special. They called it an “obsession”. I left university to pursue my life long dream with you, man. Everyone says I need help. Well fuck them; they don’t know what we have. They don’t know that we could be the greatest tag team of all-time. I'm at my happiest when thinking about what you and I could achieve together. My ablities will never match the standards you hold, but I’ve been training myself, don’t worry. Sure, my mannequins don’t fight back, but I’ve mastered a few moves with them.
Seeing as I’m your biggest fan, Vince would probably hire me straight away. That could be great for business. The letter I sent him should sweeten the deal for both of us as well. He loves Stephanie, so everything should fall into place nicely.
Soon, I know you’ll realise that you need me just as much as I need you. People have started to hate you. The last time I watched you live I had to bite myself until I bled because the sick morons next to me were shouting terrible things about you - they wouldn't stop. I look out for you, brother. I can’t bear the thought of someone abusing you. With my help, you could be loved again. Just now everybody hates you. Those snotty-nosed little bastards only pretend to like you, even though they know nothing about you. Odds are they don’t know your real name, or your kids’ names. They probably don’t even know about the time you were made to take off your mask. I am well aware of how much that hurt you; they aren’t. None of them were present when you won your first World Title, but I was, I was in the front row; you waved to me, I know it. The idiotic haters said you were benefitting from Eddies death. Nonsense. It’s what Eddie would have wanted.
Through everything, I stuck by you. My support for you never faded into obscurity like the others. The day I lose faith in you will be the day I die. Without you in my life I couldn’t survive. You need to acknowledge me. Please notice me. I need to know you feel the same way that I do. Rey, I know you don’t want to be responsible for my death. I’m carrying these pills for a reason. Don’t let me down again.
I want to be your tag team partner. I need to be your tag team partner.
With love
Pringle - Your biggest fan
Hi there, it’s me again. Still haven't heard from you, so I guess you didn’t like my last gift; I cut that off for you, man. I gave my blood for you, and in return I'm shakled by a restriction order. You called the police again? Why? I don’t understand. I love you. We are meant to be best friends and they won’t even let me phone you anymore. I can’t believe that you still haven't told them about the time we touched foreheads and you told me I was special and that I could be anything I wanted. You said “thanks”. Maybe it was my mask. I was wearing one of your masks that night, perhaps originally you had trouble remebering my face. But you did pick me from a crowd of twenty thousand; I certainly remember that.
Why do you pretend to be scared of me? You don’t need to protect your family. I didn’t mean to scare your daughter that day. All I wanted to do was give her the mask that I had designed and stitched, by hand, for you. I spent hours making it. Me following her was never intended to spark the reaction it did. The only thing I wanted was for her to pass on the present to you. That’s all. Your fucking wife got in the way and ran to the police again; that stupid bitch. You were on tour, your meddlesome wife made out like I was coming at her and the kids with a knife; I wasn’t. How could I give you the gift I made for you if I can’t come within 5 miles of you? Some of the passersby interfered and I ended up with a burst lip. Do not fret, I love the taste of blood.
Anyway, I write to you with a new idea. I know you’ll love it. Everything that’s happened before, I am willing to put behind me and forgive you. I know you meant well. Forget the restriction order. I want to be your tag team partner. We’d be great together, you know we would. You could put in a good word with Vince, he’d listen to you. Then one night you could introduce me, your biggest fan, to everyone as you new partner; someone to help you reach the heights you once graced. They're making a mockery of you. Your most recent reign was horrendously short. They don't care about you. If you allowed me to, I could be the one to catapult you to the grand stage again. Finally, I’d be accepted as well. You owe me that much.
My life has been dedicated to you. I have all your posters on my walls. Before I go to sleep each night, I speak to you about my day; you’re a great listener. One day it would be great if you spoke back.
Even my hamster, Rey, is named after you. He died last week, I cut off his foot because you made me mad, but it’s ok now. Rey still sits in his cage as if he never left.
Your DVD’s, your masks, the T-shirts; I have everything, but still, you won’t talk to me.
If we could be partners that would all change. You would see how much you mean to me and you’d finally appreciate me. I need you. I lost my friends, my girlfriend, and my parents because they couldn’t understand why we are both so special. They called it an “obsession”. I left university to pursue my life long dream with you, man. Everyone says I need help. Well fuck them; they don’t know what we have. They don’t know that we could be the greatest tag team of all-time. I'm at my happiest when thinking about what you and I could achieve together. My ablities will never match the standards you hold, but I’ve been training myself, don’t worry. Sure, my mannequins don’t fight back, but I’ve mastered a few moves with them.
Seeing as I’m your biggest fan, Vince would probably hire me straight away. That could be great for business. The letter I sent him should sweeten the deal for both of us as well. He loves Stephanie, so everything should fall into place nicely.
Soon, I know you’ll realise that you need me just as much as I need you. People have started to hate you. The last time I watched you live I had to bite myself until I bled because the sick morons next to me were shouting terrible things about you - they wouldn't stop. I look out for you, brother. I can’t bear the thought of someone abusing you. With my help, you could be loved again. Just now everybody hates you. Those snotty-nosed little bastards only pretend to like you, even though they know nothing about you. Odds are they don’t know your real name, or your kids’ names. They probably don’t even know about the time you were made to take off your mask. I am well aware of how much that hurt you; they aren’t. None of them were present when you won your first World Title, but I was, I was in the front row; you waved to me, I know it. The idiotic haters said you were benefitting from Eddies death. Nonsense. It’s what Eddie would have wanted.
Through everything, I stuck by you. My support for you never faded into obscurity like the others. The day I lose faith in you will be the day I die. Without you in my life I couldn’t survive. You need to acknowledge me. Please notice me. I need to know you feel the same way that I do. Rey, I know you don’t want to be responsible for my death. I’m carrying these pills for a reason. Don’t let me down again.
I want to be your tag team partner. I need to be your tag team partner.
With love
Pringle - Your biggest fan