Post by Jack Ferriman on Mar 11, 2020 18:33:57 GMT
“You want to know what sucks? I mean, aside from just being kind of the low card and considered just a step above a jobber?
Like as much as I want to do well in the roulette I am being completely overlooked. No one is going to have a ‘Jack wins or we riot’ sign. And that’s okay. Hell, that’s expected.
No one gives two hecks if I’m here or not. I’ve had some good matches against some people but no one knows I’m here. No one even considers me as a person.
Because I’m not a part of anything. Sure, Rosa and I were partnered up in the tag team thing but it’s not like we’ve talked since. She wasn’t my biggest fan and that’s legit. I mean, I get it. She’s a quiet type and I can’t shut up. So it makes sense we wouldn’t gel right?
She’s had a hard adjustment too but she doesn’t seem to care. All for the love of the sport and the pomp and circumstance. All the pure hearted for the love of the game stuff. All the good stuff that you hear old time retired wrestlers talk about. All the pure intension and undivided goals. The kind of inspirational stuff that kids eat up and people trying to pass training at the local school tell themselves.
Like… Can I be honest? Not that anyone is likely wanting a Jack Ferriman Hot Take. Maybe some podcaster somewhere with a whole two listeners and that’s legit, buy the merch though, okay? I wouldn’t mind some extra cash.
As much as I would like to be doing this for the love of the sport. As much as I would love to just be going out and just having fun. As much as I would love nothing more than to do this for the thrill.
Hard truth?
I do this to get paid.
I know that sounds terrible and maybe it is. But I need money. I don’t have any family money to fall back on. I live check to check. I barely made it through high school. I’ve been homeless most of my life. I have no employment history and no home address. As much as people talk about how easy it is to get a job at fast food it really isn’t.
I have health concerns, I need good insurance or I can’t afford food. So I work this job and put my body on the line to try and get enough money together when some crazed dude break me I have the cushion not to go back to sleeping on park benches.
There was a time I would have sold my soul for a warm place to sleep. I’m not going to act like that was never an issue.
Getting a good showing at the roulette matters more to me then it does to almost anyone else. Because they might have revenge or a day off or whatever.
This is my life on the line.
And no, this is not a sob story. This is not some sob story. This is not me pivoting to try and guilt anyone. This is just the truth of the matter.
I want this more than you do. You might want revenge, you might want gold. I want to never have to decide between sleeping in a crapped slide at a school playground or sleeping under a tree. I want to feel comfortable. I want to kick some butt and show the suits that I can be worth the money they pay me.
I need this job. I mean, god, I really, really really, need this job.
So no hard feelings but even if you don’t give a crap about me. I am going to toss you out if I get half the chance. I need to prove I deserve this.”
Like as much as I want to do well in the roulette I am being completely overlooked. No one is going to have a ‘Jack wins or we riot’ sign. And that’s okay. Hell, that’s expected.
No one gives two hecks if I’m here or not. I’ve had some good matches against some people but no one knows I’m here. No one even considers me as a person.
Because I’m not a part of anything. Sure, Rosa and I were partnered up in the tag team thing but it’s not like we’ve talked since. She wasn’t my biggest fan and that’s legit. I mean, I get it. She’s a quiet type and I can’t shut up. So it makes sense we wouldn’t gel right?
She’s had a hard adjustment too but she doesn’t seem to care. All for the love of the sport and the pomp and circumstance. All the pure hearted for the love of the game stuff. All the good stuff that you hear old time retired wrestlers talk about. All the pure intension and undivided goals. The kind of inspirational stuff that kids eat up and people trying to pass training at the local school tell themselves.
Like… Can I be honest? Not that anyone is likely wanting a Jack Ferriman Hot Take. Maybe some podcaster somewhere with a whole two listeners and that’s legit, buy the merch though, okay? I wouldn’t mind some extra cash.
As much as I would like to be doing this for the love of the sport. As much as I would love to just be going out and just having fun. As much as I would love nothing more than to do this for the thrill.
Hard truth?
I do this to get paid.
I know that sounds terrible and maybe it is. But I need money. I don’t have any family money to fall back on. I live check to check. I barely made it through high school. I’ve been homeless most of my life. I have no employment history and no home address. As much as people talk about how easy it is to get a job at fast food it really isn’t.
I have health concerns, I need good insurance or I can’t afford food. So I work this job and put my body on the line to try and get enough money together when some crazed dude break me I have the cushion not to go back to sleeping on park benches.
There was a time I would have sold my soul for a warm place to sleep. I’m not going to act like that was never an issue.
Getting a good showing at the roulette matters more to me then it does to almost anyone else. Because they might have revenge or a day off or whatever.
This is my life on the line.
And no, this is not a sob story. This is not some sob story. This is not me pivoting to try and guilt anyone. This is just the truth of the matter.
I want this more than you do. You might want revenge, you might want gold. I want to never have to decide between sleeping in a crapped slide at a school playground or sleeping under a tree. I want to feel comfortable. I want to kick some butt and show the suits that I can be worth the money they pay me.
I need this job. I mean, god, I really, really really, need this job.
So no hard feelings but even if you don’t give a crap about me. I am going to toss you out if I get half the chance. I need to prove I deserve this.”
Well howdy there pardner.