| My First Ever Post On My Own Blog (Or how I learned to hate the United States Legal Sytstem) |
[Aug. 25th, 2007|08:08 pm] |
While I doubt many people will read this, I need to get some stuff off my chest, if someone reads it good, if not I don't care that much. I will talk about personal stuff here that wouldn't be appropriate for posting on the primarily pro wrestling related blog I usually visit (the CWO Blog Of Doom for the record). My life has just gone straight to hell in the past year. I'm not even sure if I want to live anymore. It all started at one place: Universal Studios. My whole family have long been habitual park goers and for almost ten years we had annual passes. This brings me to TNA. I started watching when they debuted on Spike TV and long thought they really could be an alternative to the stale product of the WWE. Then they hired Vince Russo and the company's booking has gone down in flames, but that's another rant. Anyway I planned to attend my first show in the Impact Zone at Genesis when Kurt Angle first fought Samoa Joe. I was literally turned away right at the door to the soundstage after waiting in line for over 2 hours, I bitched and received VIP passes to the Turning Point show and a great time was had by all. I then attended Against All Odds in February, again a great time was had. Then comes that fateful March night at Destination X. The show started with a fun (for the live crowd) Ghetto Brawl between Team 3D and LAX. I am visible on camera marking out and cheering 3D on for several minutes during the match (I can be seen wearing a classic Attitude era WarZone shirt). Bubba Ray even almost fell in my lap the fight was so close. Ironic considering the big-time prick he showed himself to be later on that very night.
The next few matches were okay, and then came Jerry Lynn vs. Chris Sabin. Now, what I didn't know yet was that my Mom (who is also somewhat of a fan and loves the live shows) had begun heatedly arguing with a very rude drunken redneck guy. I didn't know because she had moved sections to be closer to the ring, and I had stayed in the bleachers because that's where the crowd brawls always happen. Anyway, I see them stand up arguing, I observe for the next few minutes, then during the match I get up and verbally command the guy to keep away from my Mom. I didn't verbally or physically threaten him (I was still on the stairwell above him at the time), I just told him to back the fuck off as it were. He refused and the commotion drew other fans over. Then Sabin looked over saw me yelling and started hurling various obscenities at me (obviously assuming the youngest and biggest guy was the instigator of the argument that was interrupting his precious match, that's real professional behavior there Chris), I flipped him off and yelled fuck you at him in return. Then he made some kind of hand signal and security (and unknown to me the Orlando Police) started approaching. Next thing I knew I'm being grabbed in a rear choke hold by the 6'8 over 260 pound ex-wrestler turned security guard known as Don Harris (you may remember him from the stable D.O.A., which ironically describes his in-ring career to a tee). I was then handed to the cops and thrown face first to the concrete outside. I then had officers place their knees in my spinal column as they very roughly applied handcuffs. The cuffs ended up staying on for so long and were so tight, I literally couldn't feel my hands for some time until they were removed. Then I was arrested, and spent the night in jail. Ironically, I didn't even get to see the matches I came to see (Angle Vs. Steiner, Joe Vs. Christian, and Elevation X). Of course before I left Universal property I was handed a no trespassing order from a park employee who has indefinitely banned me from park property. Doubly ironic when you consider that three of my favorite horror characters will finally have their own scare mazes at Halloween Horror Nights and I can't go.
Now, onto the police. I have an ongoing court case but fuck it, I'm mad as hell and I'm gonna say what I fucking want in this supposedly "free" country of ours. The police were rough, abusive, verbally rude and crass, and all around holier than thou assholes. I wasn't physically fighting them so I will never see why they needed to use the ridiculous amount of force that they did. I mean you see a 22 year old grown man crying like a frightened child and screaming to know what crimes he committed, and your reaction as a cop is too treat him that much worse? WTF? Not to mention that the main sticking point in my trial is that one officer claims I tried to grab his gun. That alone seemingly has pushed it to a felony charge. That alone caused me to be stripped search (the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life btw). Yeah, it's perfectly believable that a 22 year old with no history of anger problems, violence, insanity, who hasn't ever been under the influence of alcohol or drugs, and has no prior criminal record whatsoever would suddenly snap and try to steal an officer's weapon. Shit, I've never even held a gun, much less fired one. Now I'm set to go to trial in November (some EIGHT months after the incident, god damn the legal system is slow as hell). My PD hasn't seemed very confident (again mostly because of the gun thing), and while she hasn't come out and said it, my two choices are either get bent over and anally raped by the legal system by pleading guilty to something I didn't do, or endure a long drawn out trial where I have a good chance of conviction. My PD has even said that for the majority of the court proceedings the officer's word is the ONLY thing that matters. Other than when I would actually testify, EVERYTHING is assumed to be as the officer says it happened by the court. Never mind that they are balls out fucking LYING, their America's "finest" so everything they say must be the truth. They wouldn't blindly corroborate each others stories, or try to put me through the ringer just to get another arrest and conviction under their belt. They wouldn't throw their weight around and choose to blow their power-hungry load by making an example of an innocent guy.
As a result of the emotional trauma I sustained by being treated like a piece of shit by the police, my college grades then dropped off sharply due to the hard time concentrating and meeting deadlines I was having. I was basically forced to Withdraw Fail from two of my four classes. Then two weeks before the next semester, my beloved six-year-old cat Fluffy got mysteriously ill started having seizures and died all in the span of one week. I have a history of anxiety and depression problems, and the grief of this nearly drove me over the edge. I've always been a shy, quiet guy who only really had one best friend, and his family moved away some years ago. My cat was literally my best friend, losing him was like being stabbed in the heart. This caused me to drop one of my two summer semester classes. This led to me losing my financial aid this semester, and having to pay for my own classes. This was nearly impossible because my family is already under tremendous financial strain as it is. Some times lately I wonder if life is worth going through all this raining shit. I still haven't made up my mind. And if any of my CWO net buddies read this, thanks for giving me fun conversations and a welcoming community where I can shoot the shit when I'm down. You guys are great.
P.S. Bubba Ray showed me his true colors, when he came to the cop car I was in, and pointed and laughed at me. Then he flipped me off and mocked me with the Team 3D hand signal. From the bottom of my heart, you can GO FUCK YOURSELF Bubba. If there's a hell I hope I hope you rot there you inconsiderate son of a bitch. I hope you go to hell and Satan fork-fucks you up your big fat pale white ass. I don't know why I ever cheered for you in the first place, you rotten bastard. Also, FUCK YOU TNA. Your security choked me for no reason, and I sent you an email the next day asking for an apology and never received any response. FUCK TNA, FUCK BUBBA RAY, and FUCK YOU Chris Sabin you metrosexual pussy with a pasted on beard that looks like old pubic hair. FUCK YOU ALL.
Bye, Bye. |
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