Dear Jim,

I feel your pain, Jim. I sense it. 

It takes a big man to cry for help, Jim, a big man and you have been crying buckets for a while now. In fact, you know what? You’re not just a big man, Jim, you’re a freakin’ warrior. 

I mean who cares if you never served in the military and put your life on the line for our country like the many real, brave warriors have and do.

Who cares if you probably never had a real fight in your life outside of the cyber ones you seem to start just when we are about to forget you once again after the last one you instigated fades into embarrassing memory.

You played a warrior, in a fake sport and that’s good enough for me, Jim.

Who cares how silly it is that you legally changed your name to Warrior…rock on, dude. 

I know that your constant cries for attention have fallen on deaf ears since you faded into obscurity in what seems ages ago but fear not, Warrior, because I want you to know that we hear you now, loud and clear.

It’s not like we have no choice. We live in a world of sensory overload to the point that if someone farts on one side of the world, it can somehow be uploaded and packaged as news to someone else on the other side. 

I smell your flatulence now, Jim, and it’s a pungent odor born out of frustration. Oh it’s real, it’s damn real (sorry Kurt) even if it is misplaced. 

I may not be a member of your “One Warrior Nation”, which seems to require that I be single, in my mid-40s, living in my parent’s basement and have a universal translator to decode your messages, but I am here for you just the same, Jim.

Let’s see if we can find the root to your pain, shall we? 

Now Jim, I am not a psychologist, but I did act as one in a play in high school. Since you have pretended to be a Warrior for more than 20 years, you of all people should appreciate the irony.

I believe that your anger, jealousy, resentment, frustration and child-like behavior was given birth in 1985 when you were just starting out in the CWA. You had a few gimmicks, but nothing clicked until Eddie Gilbert packaged you as part of a new tag team.

You called yourself “Blade Runner Rock” and your partner was a smaller, equally unknown wrestler called “Blade Runner Flash.” You were collectively known as the “Blade Runners.”

You achieved some regional notoriety, but nothing to brag about and thus it did not last long. It’s okay if you don’t remember, Jim. Most of what you did in wrestling has been forgotten by many anyway, so I think you should cut yourself some slack.

I have included a video here to remind you just in case you have indeed forgotten.

You ended up having a falling out with Gilbert and the CWA, something that would later become a pattern with you and just about everyone you worked with, and signed with WCCW where you became the forgettable “Dingo Warrior.”

Your former partner “Blade Runner Flash” signed with WCW and went on to become someone of merit.

Perhaps you heard of him? He goes by the name of Sting.

In retrospect, it must have been difficult to witness what Sting has become, especially when you compare his career, which is still relevant, to yours, which is definitively dead and has been for nearly a decade now.

Yes Jim, I believe this is where the hatred started, but like everything that is given life it must be fed in order to grow. So much like the CWA you left WCCW, twice in two years, and signed with the then WWF.

You got your big break from Vince McMahon and Hulk Hogan when you arrived. Vince needed someone to replace a departing Hogan and you were the man that Hogan agreed to pass the torch to.

You were big and had the look that Vince loves in his champions and unlike Hogan you could move in the ring. No one would confuse you for Lou Thesz but you had more energy than Hogan and seemed to have just as much charisma, if not more.

On paper, it looked like a win/win. You always did look good on paper, Jim.

In Hogan’s absence, you enjoyed some success in feuds with the Macho Man Randy Savage, Undertaker and Jake “The Snake” Roberts . You appeared to do what no one else thought possible.

You appeared to replace Hulk Hogan.

Yes indeed, Jimbo, you grabbed that torch with an unbridled, intense rage and then a funny thing happened on your way to a legacy that never really happened except in your own head. You opened your mouth and tried to give a promo and blew your golden opportunity all to hell.

You tried your best to deliver these deep, thought provoking vignettes that were delivered to you by the gods from space or some wacky weed bull crap and somehow, in the process, you made Scott Steiner look like a master thespian.

It became all too clear that you were definitely not big enough to replace Hogan’s shoes and I would like to apologize, not only myself but everyone else the planet for not only failing to understand what you were saying just about every time you opened your mouth, but also for laughing just about every time you tried.

For all your powers, for all the gods that you spoke to, all the marketing and money Vince poured behind your gimmick and for all the muscles rippling in your alleged chemically created physique you proved to be unworthy and incapable of carrying the torch that Hogan handed you.

You alienated everyone you worked with by believing your own hype and failed to sell your opponents offense, which is the greatest insult in the business. You were given creative control and somehow you still blew it. You became a greedy, high-maintenance problem.

You ended up coming and going from the WWE, each time leaving in controversy at your own hands. Once over an alleged dispute about you wanting more money, another over an alleged failed drug test and the last over an alleged contract dispute and allegedly taking unapproved time off.

Hogan, the man you were supposed to make everyone forget about, came back and continued his legacy; hell, he got even bigger if that was possible, while you were quickly and understandably forgotten.

That burned your ass worse than a three-foot tall fire. The beast within you was dining well.

Out of work and no one knocking down your door, WCW and Hulk Hogan once again gave you a lifeline and attempted to put you over and again you failed.

The only work you could find was sporadic appearances with low-budget promotions that no one attended. You appeared in a movie no one watched. You tried to open a gym and failed. You tried to be a motivational speaker and soon realized that making racial slurs was not exactly a successful formula for that type of market.

Constant failure breeds contempt.

If that were not enough, WCW proved you a fraud by introducing the “Ultimate Surprise”- a man coming to the aid of Hulk Hogan and his battle with Kevin Sullivan and Vader. He was known as The Renegade and he bore a striking resemblance to the Ultimate Warrior.

This proved once and for all that anyone could put on face paint, tie ribbons around his biceps, run to the ring, snort and act like a maniac and create a buzz.

That demon inside you was now dining in an all you can eat buffet. You realized the novelty that you were. It seems that anyone could have been the Ultimate Warrior and probably would have done a better job. Don't believe me? Check out John Morrison and RVD doing your bit in the videos I have provided.

As the years passed and you fell further into trivia, Hogan, Nash and Sting were still finding ways to be relevant in the business.

You could no longer contain your resentment. Your once-reputation as a one-time great in the wrestling ring was replaced by rumors of how wacky you became.

These days, with no one reaching out for your services in the ring, you wage your own battles by taking cheap shots in the guise of being someone who claims to be a speaker of “truth.”

Hulk Hogan, the man you were hand picked to replace and failed miserably in doing so, became a target out of jealousy. You promised to out Hogan with some unknown truth in a series of videos, the weapon of a “real” warrior it seems, and once again added to your long list of failures by failing to deliver.

Now it seems that Kevin Nash has earned your ire for being your age and getting another contract from the WWE while you sit on your ass, behind your camera, crying about how Nash has had his time and is holding back the “young boys” from getting their big break.

You fool no one, Jim. You could give a rat’s ass about any “up and coming” wrestlers.Your attempts at being altruistic in your motives yet again reveal what you’re best at: epic failure.

Who did you ever put over in your brief career? Name one guy. You never put anyone over and here you are years later, living off fame that someone else created for you, trying to once again reinvent yourself off someone else’s coattails by claiming your beef with Nash is about his politics and holding young guys down?

You're just pissed that your day in the sun lasted a hell of a lot shorter than your ego expected and Hogan and Nash simply remind you of what you are incapable of…staying relevant.

You suffer from Displaced Anger: look it up. I know how hard it must be to think of yourself so highly when it comes to the wrestling industry only to be constantly reminded that your real legacy in the business was more a kin to a short-lived, easily forgotten blip on the wrestling radar.

Instead of being the legend you hoped, you're simply the answer to a trivia question.

Who’s next on your parade of self pity: Oprah Winfrey? Are you going to call her out on who has the rights the rights to ‘O.W.N”?

Oprah Winfrey Network vs. One Warrior Nation?  

Sure, why not end what’s left of your legacy by having Oprah Winfrey make your ass tap out in court?

I, of course, mean this in jest but at the rate you're going, I would not put it past you.

So Jim, let’s find a way to shelf this displaced anger. You’re not really mad at Hogan and Nash, you are truly mad at yourself for blowing so many opportunities and burning so many bridges simply because you were at war with yourself for not having the talent to have the career your ego expected.

Instead of telling Kevin Nash to "pack his bags" and exit the business, why don’t you finally unpack the baggage you have been carrying for years and move on.

You have a wonderful family now, a wife of nearly a decade and two wonderful daughters which proves that you can stick with something and be successful.

That's your legacy and one you can be proud of.

Make peace with where you stand in the halls of wrestling's history. Come to grips that your legendary career exists only within your head and one that in retrospect, pales in comparison to the men you are calling out, and failing miserably in doing so.

It's okay "brother"...let it go.