Post by RAM on Sept 25, 2024 13:49:29 GMT
Through an anonymous source, TMZ has acquired a cryptic note allegedly written in a Tokyo-area hotel room by IWF wrestler Robert Allen Marshall, a.k.a. "RAM." While the note itself was not dated, hotel customer logs indicate that he had been staying at room 2117, which featured a balcony overlooking a busy street in the Shinjuku ward. The source, who spoke on condition of anonymity, told TMZ that he and an associate, whom he did not name, witnessed Mr. Marshall teetering on the edge of the balcony railing in an apparent suicide attempt. To his relief, the source told the outlet that Mr. Marshall trembled from head to toe as he stepped back down from the railing and asked for help.
The incident allegedly took place just days before a pay-per-view event at the Tokyo Dome this past September. The note, which was provided to TMZ, reads as follows:
TMZ has reached out to Mr. Marshall for comment on the matter, but so far they've recieved no response.
The incident allegedly took place just days before a pay-per-view event at the Tokyo Dome this past September. The note, which was provided to TMZ, reads as follows:
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To whom it may concern:
When I was beaten constantly by an abusive uncle, my aunt Liz would often help me find solace in the world of gaming. She introduced me to the likes of Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis classics like Chrono Trigger or Sonic the Hedgehog. I instantly became enamored with the smooth, crisp graphics and tight controls. Flash forward to today, and the gaming landscape has changed a ton since those days.
In fact, they decided to make them look like fucking movies now!
I feel as if my life's been one big movie, traveling from place to place and seeing things I never thought I'd see. I thought I could find the same amont of solace in the wrestling business as I had with working on computers and playing games. But alas, I've learned that this business only served as a reminder of the bullshit and the beatings and the verbal taunts I've taken throughout my childhood and all the way through high school.
Don't get me wrong, wrestling is hard work.
My bones ache after every match.
Yet oft at times, I find myself going to a quiet park and silently hoping that the pain would just go away, hoping that I'd find peace in this new life.
Truth is, I've found myself taking legal drugs, from pain meds and anti-depression meds, to help me dull whatever was hurting in my mind and body. Yet...I had trouble sleeping at night. I've had nightmares of being burned alive by intense flames, kneeling over the one person in my life that truly wanted to show me what love actually meant.
Maybe I should just beat the shit out of some random Ben & Jerry's delivery guy backstage. What's the difference between that and being inside a squared circle for an hour? It's not easy to take a bunch of shit from the self-anointed guardians who do nothing but bad mouth and taunt you just because you trained with someone other than themselves. Nah, I guess that won't make everything I've experienced in my life simply vanish so I can be at peace.
I don't like it here, in Imperial. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up a fuss, not for a low-tier jobber like me.
No hard feelings – Robert.
PS: Tell Fiona I'm sorry for busting up her favorite office chair...
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To whom it may concern:
When I was beaten constantly by an abusive uncle, my aunt Liz would often help me find solace in the world of gaming. She introduced me to the likes of Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis classics like Chrono Trigger or Sonic the Hedgehog. I instantly became enamored with the smooth, crisp graphics and tight controls. Flash forward to today, and the gaming landscape has changed a ton since those days.
In fact, they decided to make them look like fucking movies now!
I feel as if my life's been one big movie, traveling from place to place and seeing things I never thought I'd see. I thought I could find the same amont of solace in the wrestling business as I had with working on computers and playing games. But alas, I've learned that this business only served as a reminder of the bullshit and the beatings and the verbal taunts I've taken throughout my childhood and all the way through high school.
Don't get me wrong, wrestling is hard work.
My bones ache after every match.
Yet oft at times, I find myself going to a quiet park and silently hoping that the pain would just go away, hoping that I'd find peace in this new life.
Truth is, I've found myself taking legal drugs, from pain meds and anti-depression meds, to help me dull whatever was hurting in my mind and body. Yet...I had trouble sleeping at night. I've had nightmares of being burned alive by intense flames, kneeling over the one person in my life that truly wanted to show me what love actually meant.
Maybe I should just beat the shit out of some random Ben & Jerry's delivery guy backstage. What's the difference between that and being inside a squared circle for an hour? It's not easy to take a bunch of shit from the self-anointed guardians who do nothing but bad mouth and taunt you just because you trained with someone other than themselves. Nah, I guess that won't make everything I've experienced in my life simply vanish so I can be at peace.
I don't like it here, in Imperial. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up a fuss, not for a low-tier jobber like me.
No hard feelings – Robert.
PS: Tell Fiona I'm sorry for busting up her favorite office chair...
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TMZ has reached out to Mr. Marshall for comment on the matter, but so far they've recieved no response.
Well howdy there pardner.