Post by Rob on Jul 20, 2011 14:41:13 GMT -6
After the decision to leave became official, former Globalstar Jericho Cross found himself bombarded with emails and tweets asking various questions, most of which were about his leaving. With the numerous attempts to contact him, he decided to pen an open letter in what may be seen by some as offensive and irresponsible and by others as typical Raze fashion. The letter-in its entirety-can be read below.
To my most beloved cultists,
I appreciate the concern over my leaving the company after all I have done there. Now that I think about it, I also appreciate that they didn't have me arrested, dosed more heavily than Kerry Katona and tossed into a rubber room. Maybe one of the suits had my back after all, hmm?
Many of you have asked me all kinds of different questions and given how long it would take to do all that computery crap, I'd never be able to respond to you all before you die. With this considered, I will answer them here. Ready? Good.
-Yes, strange fan, I suppose my "yellow fever" is as rampant as ever. As for your follow-up question pertaining to Munin... yeah, probably.
-Leon and I know each other very well. That is why we tend to fall out. We're moody, annoying bastards and when you put two people like that together, it's going to happen. But I always forgive him because he's a good guy behind it all. That and he can get his ankles all the way behind his ears. Doesn't do it for me, but I had to appreciate the gesture.
-No, I don't know Sean Locke's phone number. If I did, he would have had to change it. And probably leave the country.
-While I did have my doubts for a while beforehand, I have to say that yes, the incident that claimed two of my friends was a very strong factor in my leaving. Having had the time to really think, I also had the opportunity to live pretty much a normal life. Those who know me best will understand the appeal that has for me.
-And finally, I couldn't give a blue and yellow fuck about who joined, left, or got paid to fondle, New Era. They're employed, I'm not. I messed up by letting things get in the way of leading by example and things went wrong. It happens. So asking what I think about the line-up change is a bit like asking what I think of Adolf Hitler and his Third Reich as influences on fashion designers; too many things not to give a shit about that I'd be better off not thinking about it, lest my brain melt, leaving me with the IQ of a P.E teacher.
So that's pretty much all the ones I could find (except for the question about how many fists I could put in Joy Napier, which I cannot answer. I am but one man and as such, do not have enough fists). Some decent questions and some very badly thought out ones. I started in GZW by trying to get under the skin of as many people as I could and I'm glad to see it worked. What I didn't expect was what some would call a "cult following". That being said, I'm glad for it all the same.
Like everyone else who ever stepped into a ring ever, I've had a fair few ups and downs. During the ups, I managed things no one else will ever replicate and became very well known without ever having to-and fuck me sideways, I hate this term-"win the big one". Only recently did I realise that it needn't be a blot on my history. Not everyone wins it and if I was one... fuck it. I could go on and explain it better, but I doubt there's any need. And during the downs, I just went around hugging people when I wasn't shouting at them.
Lots of good memories as well as the shite ones, but all in all, good times. There were moments where I could have done things differently but you know what they say- when in Rome, crucify Jesus. Lots of friends and enemies made during my four years there and went through a lot with them all. Anyone hoping to become a Globalstar, I say go for it, but there will come a time where you have to play ball (they'll say "step up") or go your own way. What you do I leave to you. Just make sure to cause a lot of shit on the way. That's how people stand out, how you'll be remembered.
So basically, I had fun, apparently you had fun and it was probably worth the steep cost in damages along the way. Surely I made the high 6 figures, easily. And no, I haven't forgotten the same question every wrestler gets asked every time they wander off somewhere; will I be back? Well, I have no idea. That's how I feel right now and it's the most honest answer I can give. I might do, I might not. I might run naked through the halls of the Slaughterhouse and shit in John Profit's briefcase while he watches in sheer horror. The point is that it's far too early to tell.
I think I've addressed everything, so I'll be off now. Normal life awaits. To my cult, I say thanks for sticking by me through the sick, depraved, rotten shit I have done. Thank you for pretty much enabling my barely excusable behaviour, consequently turning into, essentially, the Anti-Dalai Lama. Seriously, it's been fun.
So, kids, remember that to grow up nice and strong, you need to eat nothing but meat, drink lots of beer and heed the wise words of the Dark One with all your little hearts.
Hail Satan,
Jericho Cross + (Hmm... what key is it for a swastika?)
To my most beloved cultists,
I appreciate the concern over my leaving the company after all I have done there. Now that I think about it, I also appreciate that they didn't have me arrested, dosed more heavily than Kerry Katona and tossed into a rubber room. Maybe one of the suits had my back after all, hmm?
Many of you have asked me all kinds of different questions and given how long it would take to do all that computery crap, I'd never be able to respond to you all before you die. With this considered, I will answer them here. Ready? Good.
-Yes, strange fan, I suppose my "yellow fever" is as rampant as ever. As for your follow-up question pertaining to Munin... yeah, probably.
-Leon and I know each other very well. That is why we tend to fall out. We're moody, annoying bastards and when you put two people like that together, it's going to happen. But I always forgive him because he's a good guy behind it all. That and he can get his ankles all the way behind his ears. Doesn't do it for me, but I had to appreciate the gesture.
-No, I don't know Sean Locke's phone number. If I did, he would have had to change it. And probably leave the country.
-While I did have my doubts for a while beforehand, I have to say that yes, the incident that claimed two of my friends was a very strong factor in my leaving. Having had the time to really think, I also had the opportunity to live pretty much a normal life. Those who know me best will understand the appeal that has for me.
-And finally, I couldn't give a blue and yellow fuck about who joined, left, or got paid to fondle, New Era. They're employed, I'm not. I messed up by letting things get in the way of leading by example and things went wrong. It happens. So asking what I think about the line-up change is a bit like asking what I think of Adolf Hitler and his Third Reich as influences on fashion designers; too many things not to give a shit about that I'd be better off not thinking about it, lest my brain melt, leaving me with the IQ of a P.E teacher.
So that's pretty much all the ones I could find (except for the question about how many fists I could put in Joy Napier, which I cannot answer. I am but one man and as such, do not have enough fists). Some decent questions and some very badly thought out ones. I started in GZW by trying to get under the skin of as many people as I could and I'm glad to see it worked. What I didn't expect was what some would call a "cult following". That being said, I'm glad for it all the same.
Like everyone else who ever stepped into a ring ever, I've had a fair few ups and downs. During the ups, I managed things no one else will ever replicate and became very well known without ever having to-and fuck me sideways, I hate this term-"win the big one". Only recently did I realise that it needn't be a blot on my history. Not everyone wins it and if I was one... fuck it. I could go on and explain it better, but I doubt there's any need. And during the downs, I just went around hugging people when I wasn't shouting at them.
Lots of good memories as well as the shite ones, but all in all, good times. There were moments where I could have done things differently but you know what they say- when in Rome, crucify Jesus. Lots of friends and enemies made during my four years there and went through a lot with them all. Anyone hoping to become a Globalstar, I say go for it, but there will come a time where you have to play ball (they'll say "step up") or go your own way. What you do I leave to you. Just make sure to cause a lot of shit on the way. That's how people stand out, how you'll be remembered.
So basically, I had fun, apparently you had fun and it was probably worth the steep cost in damages along the way. Surely I made the high 6 figures, easily. And no, I haven't forgotten the same question every wrestler gets asked every time they wander off somewhere; will I be back? Well, I have no idea. That's how I feel right now and it's the most honest answer I can give. I might do, I might not. I might run naked through the halls of the Slaughterhouse and shit in John Profit's briefcase while he watches in sheer horror. The point is that it's far too early to tell.
I think I've addressed everything, so I'll be off now. Normal life awaits. To my cult, I say thanks for sticking by me through the sick, depraved, rotten shit I have done. Thank you for pretty much enabling my barely excusable behaviour, consequently turning into, essentially, the Anti-Dalai Lama. Seriously, it's been fun.
So, kids, remember that to grow up nice and strong, you need to eat nothing but meat, drink lots of beer and heed the wise words of the Dark One with all your little hearts.
Hail Satan,
Jericho Cross + (Hmm... what key is it for a swastika?)
