Before I wrote this, I had to air a few grievances to the Director of Fun. And maybe I am supposed to use our
liaison for this, but he has a tendency to ruffle feathers. And I'm coming to extend an olive branch.
All I'm looking for are certain assurances. Certain guarantees that any professional athlete would want, and that,
frankly, I've earned. Just look at how the fans have taken to me since putting this mask on! I got a bigger ovation
in Chicago than Generico did.
I'm tired of having to look over my shoulder all the time. And the fans have proven what I said in my last blog to
be true: you throw on a mask around here, and all of a sudden you are somebody. Did I become a better wrestler for
putting this thing over my face? No. But people recognize my skills now, after years of wallowing in obscurity. Now
I find a place to work regularly, and I have to fear for my safety? Your back on the active duty roster, Mike. Get over it.
Look, I'm not here to pick a fight. I'm here to ask you to listen to your friend Jigsaw! Let it go.
The GEKIDO are here to stay and to get the acclaim we always deserved. We're not going anywhere. So get used to it.
Why can't we all get along?
I'd HATE to have to resort to lowering myself to your level. Maybe I'll take out my frustrations on your little
buddy Fire Ant this Sunday in Manhattan.