Post by Jack Ferriman on Mar 20, 2020 15:05:39 GMT
Jack took time to look over his social media every afternoon. Get back from the gym, shower, eat and look over social media. Most of it was just twitter telling him someone he followed had posted something, sometimes it was a funny meme, mostly spam and sometimes a personal message.
They were vague or excited for him but nothing awe-inspiring. Just a friendly message.
Jack enjoyed friendly messages. Made him feel less alone in the world. He felt pretty alone most of the time.
Today had a different kind of message.
Jack had never gotten one so blatant in his life.
Sure, after an indy show sometimes a women who’d had a few drinks or a fight with her boyfriend would make an advance but it was mostly harmless, useless flirting. Nothing Jack had to actually reject. Jack looked at the message in his inbox. He considered the options, mulled over the idea. How bad an idea could it be?
“Terrible.” Jill said loudly.
“You don’t know that.” Jack leaned back in his chair.
“You like men.” Jill reminded him, ”And you really want to have a small fling in a different country with someone you don’t even know?"
“I might like girl too?” Jack offered, “And maybe it could be something—“
“You don’t.”
“But I might.”
“You want to lead on some poor ring-rat in a test to see if you can work with girls. There are easier ways to test this. Try porn.”
“You’re disgusting.” Jack shut the laptop.
“I’m not the one thinking about using another human to no homo us.”
Jack sighed, “What if I do like girls though?”
“Have you ever?”
“…no.”
“Have you even finished a full video involving a girl on porn-hub?”
“…shut up.”
“At least I’m honest.” Jill rolled her eyes. “No point in dragging another person into this mess.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
They were vague or excited for him but nothing awe-inspiring. Just a friendly message.
Jack enjoyed friendly messages. Made him feel less alone in the world. He felt pretty alone most of the time.
Today had a different kind of message.
Jack had never gotten one so blatant in his life.
Sure, after an indy show sometimes a women who’d had a few drinks or a fight with her boyfriend would make an advance but it was mostly harmless, useless flirting. Nothing Jack had to actually reject. Jack looked at the message in his inbox. He considered the options, mulled over the idea. How bad an idea could it be?
“Terrible.” Jill said loudly.
“You don’t know that.” Jack leaned back in his chair.
“You like men.” Jill reminded him, ”And you really want to have a small fling in a different country with someone you don’t even know?"
“I might like girl too?” Jack offered, “And maybe it could be something—“
“You don’t.”
“But I might.”
“You want to lead on some poor ring-rat in a test to see if you can work with girls. There are easier ways to test this. Try porn.”
“You’re disgusting.” Jack shut the laptop.
“I’m not the one thinking about using another human to no homo us.”
Jack sighed, “What if I do like girls though?”
“Have you ever?”
“…no.”
“Have you even finished a full video involving a girl on porn-hub?”
“…shut up.”
“At least I’m honest.” Jill rolled her eyes. “No point in dragging another person into this mess.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“so Roulette is only in 3 days.
3 days to prepare for the unimaginable.
3 days to try and figure out what could come next.
And yeah, maybe I should be focused on the legit talent whose been here month in and month out. Say some words, get pumped, whatever.
But here is my pipping hot take, okay?
Okay.
The fact we all know the roulette is going to bring back old talent who are just coming for a quick cheer before disappearing into the mist?
It sucks. It sucks because I work hard every time I’m booked.
Am I bitter about it?
Not really. It’s just the way things are.
There are going to be guys who are not going to say a word before the show. Just boom, full surprise.
And like sure, that’s a mood.
Not my mood personally.
I’d rather have the crowd know who I am instead of searching through reddit or something to find out who I am missing my first couple minutes in the ring.
It’s interesting not knowing my number when I go out.
Maybe I’ll be up early. Maybe I’ll have a slag with no hope of making it to the end. Could happen.
I could come out late, get an easy victory.
No one is sure and I guess that is kind of the excitement of the whole thing.
But I’m not easy pickings. I’ve been going to the gym. I’ve been working hard. I’ve been doing my best to prove I deserve to be here. And soon I think everyone is going to see that.
Or they won’t. And that will suck.
But I put my best foot forward and it’s important to remember that.
Sometimes we don’t win the matches we want and that’s pretty okay.
I’d rather win but keeping my job is good enough for me.”
3 days to prepare for the unimaginable.
3 days to try and figure out what could come next.
And yeah, maybe I should be focused on the legit talent whose been here month in and month out. Say some words, get pumped, whatever.
But here is my pipping hot take, okay?
Okay.
The fact we all know the roulette is going to bring back old talent who are just coming for a quick cheer before disappearing into the mist?
It sucks. It sucks because I work hard every time I’m booked.
Am I bitter about it?
Not really. It’s just the way things are.
There are going to be guys who are not going to say a word before the show. Just boom, full surprise.
And like sure, that’s a mood.
Not my mood personally.
I’d rather have the crowd know who I am instead of searching through reddit or something to find out who I am missing my first couple minutes in the ring.
It’s interesting not knowing my number when I go out.
Maybe I’ll be up early. Maybe I’ll have a slag with no hope of making it to the end. Could happen.
I could come out late, get an easy victory.
No one is sure and I guess that is kind of the excitement of the whole thing.
But I’m not easy pickings. I’ve been going to the gym. I’ve been working hard. I’ve been doing my best to prove I deserve to be here. And soon I think everyone is going to see that.
Or they won’t. And that will suck.
But I put my best foot forward and it’s important to remember that.
Sometimes we don’t win the matches we want and that’s pretty okay.
I’d rather win but keeping my job is good enough for me.”
Well howdy there pardner.