Post by Jack Ferriman on Jul 11, 2024 16:22:42 GMT
Jack stood in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror as the water in the shower was heating up. He looked at his face. He’d wanted to be booked for months. Something besides being fed to Tytus or Cyrus. He’d been embarrassed, humiliated. He hadn’t even beaten the guy who had fucked him over. No, Tytus had cheated to win and management let it happen. Captured on camera and did management give him a chance to get revenge for the dirty finish? No. Even when Tytus and Cyrus locked him and Nate in the locker room, they’d had to stop the two meatheads from interfering in Pax’s match. Had he gotten a chance to fit the two fucks again? No. He got shoved to the bench, sat out, and watched as everything passed him by. Pax got to face them in Joker in The Pack. And that was that. Nothing further. No follow-up. He had been used as a tool and nothing more. Pax did well enough to get a spot for Heir to the throne. It made sense in a way. Pax was an ex-world champion. An ex-Joker in the Pack. Pax was grade A main event material. Nate got his moment to go and claim a belt.
Jack was happy for them. He was. He had a little jealousy, sure. He was still human. He’d felt left behind. Like management forgot he was even here. He appreciated the way Nate constantly reminded at least the crowd he existed. And he was finally getting booked. Maybe everything Nate had said about the belt helping was legit.
But he’d hoped for a tag match.
Jack knew what this match was. First time he was matched in months and it was a triple threat against everyone’s favorite Being Infamous member and RAM. No one wanted him to win this. No one expected him to win this. Even if Pax, the girls from Birds of Prey, and Nate said they believed in him and were hyping him up. He knew what this match was. An easy way to push two talents in a match that let neither of them get pinned.
It pissed him off. He was a hard worker. He did everything management had ever asked him to do. He’d done okay in the mixed-tag tournament. He’d done pretty well in the tag team tournament when he’d been Jaymat’s partner. He was a much better tag wrestler than he was a solo act. He knew that and he accepted that. He’d gone to therapy. He’d walked the steps.
Maybe if he at least made a good showing here they’d remember he was a good worker and let him get more bookings so Nate wasn’t constantly the one paying for everything. He just wanted to feel like he mattered.
A knock on the bathroom door pulled Jack out of his downward spiral, “You good babe?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Jack lied shaking his head before getting in the shower.
Jack stands in an empty room taking a couple deep breathes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, lend me your ears! Tonight, I stand before you not just as Jack Ferriman, but as the harbinger of change!"
“First, tonight I want to talk about someone who thinks he's got it rough. Someone who loves to wallow in his self-pity, whine about how life isn't fair and expects all of you to feel sorry for him. I'm talking about RAM!"
Jack rolls his eyes, "RAM, you come out here week after week, crying about how you're misunderstood, and how you don't get the respect you deserve. Do you think because you throw a tantrum, people should sympathize with you? Newsflash, kid, this is wrestling, not a therapy session!"
“Trust me I should know. I’ve lost more matches then you have. I got my shit rocked by two big fuckers. And I got benched because management forgot about me. But not you. They book you constantly. They seem to believe in you, fuck if I understand why.”
"You want to talk about hardships? You want to talk about fighting for respect? Let me tell you something, RAM. Respect isn't given, it's earned. It's earned through blood, sweat, and tears. It's earned by stepping into this ring and giving it your all, not by whining and crying like a spoiled brat! And that’s all anyone thinks of you as, a spoiled brat."
Jack shrugs, "You think the world owes you something? You think these fans owe you something? They owe you nothing! You want their respect, you want their admiration, you better start acting like a man and not a petulant child! You see, RAM, I've been through hell and back in this ring. I've faced giants, legends, and everything in between. I've fought for every inch of my being and had my ass handed to me and I did it without whining, without complaining. I did it with my fists, with my heart, with my soul."
“I have two boys who believe in me. Who trusts me. TDH might not be at the height of other tag teams or factions but it keeps me grounded. It keeps me focused. And they believed in me when no one else did. I might have joined a cult for some hype once but I got pulled out of that. I can never repay them for helping me get my shit together and put me back in therapy. Therapy does wonders when you actually try. Not just use it to bitch and moan. I can’t believe you allow them to broadcast your therapy out there for everyone. It’s the cringe for me.” Jack makes a face.
"So, RAM, if you want to prove you're more than just a whining, self-pitying kid, then step up. Step into this ring with me and show the world what you're made of. But be warned, when you do, you're stepping into a world of pain. A world where your excuses won't save you, your tears won't protect you. Because in this ring, there's no room for pity, no room for whining. There's only room for fighters."
“And it’s not just me you have to worry about. You also have to worry about the returning future Hall of Famer.”
Jack smiles, "You see, there's a name that's been whispered in hushed tones, a name that's been chanted in arenas all over the world. The name of the so-called 'Greatest of All Time'... Rob Diamond! Rob, you've been living on borrowed time. You think you're untouchable, a legend, the pinnacle of wrestling. But legends are just that—stories. And stories can be rewritten. Tonight, I'm holding the pen."
The intensity in Jack's eyes grows, "You're not a god. You're a legend, sure but you're just a man. I've studied you, Rob. I know your every move, your every weakness. And tonight, I will exploit them all."
He pauses, "So, Rob Diamond, brace yourself. Because tonight, the myth of the GOAT ends, and the era of Jack Ferriman begins. I will walk into this ring, I will face you, and I will conquer you. And when it's all said and done, when the dust settles and the smoke clears, everyone will remember this night as the night that people stop underestimating me.”
“For both Rob and RAM, It's time to face reality. Because when you step into this ring with me, there will be no mercy, no sympathy. There will only be one outcome—your downfall."
Jack was happy for them. He was. He had a little jealousy, sure. He was still human. He’d felt left behind. Like management forgot he was even here. He appreciated the way Nate constantly reminded at least the crowd he existed. And he was finally getting booked. Maybe everything Nate had said about the belt helping was legit.
But he’d hoped for a tag match.
Jack knew what this match was. First time he was matched in months and it was a triple threat against everyone’s favorite Being Infamous member and RAM. No one wanted him to win this. No one expected him to win this. Even if Pax, the girls from Birds of Prey, and Nate said they believed in him and were hyping him up. He knew what this match was. An easy way to push two talents in a match that let neither of them get pinned.
It pissed him off. He was a hard worker. He did everything management had ever asked him to do. He’d done okay in the mixed-tag tournament. He’d done pretty well in the tag team tournament when he’d been Jaymat’s partner. He was a much better tag wrestler than he was a solo act. He knew that and he accepted that. He’d gone to therapy. He’d walked the steps.
Maybe if he at least made a good showing here they’d remember he was a good worker and let him get more bookings so Nate wasn’t constantly the one paying for everything. He just wanted to feel like he mattered.
A knock on the bathroom door pulled Jack out of his downward spiral, “You good babe?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Jack lied shaking his head before getting in the shower.
Jack stands in an empty room taking a couple deep breathes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, lend me your ears! Tonight, I stand before you not just as Jack Ferriman, but as the harbinger of change!"
“First, tonight I want to talk about someone who thinks he's got it rough. Someone who loves to wallow in his self-pity, whine about how life isn't fair and expects all of you to feel sorry for him. I'm talking about RAM!"
Jack rolls his eyes, "RAM, you come out here week after week, crying about how you're misunderstood, and how you don't get the respect you deserve. Do you think because you throw a tantrum, people should sympathize with you? Newsflash, kid, this is wrestling, not a therapy session!"
“Trust me I should know. I’ve lost more matches then you have. I got my shit rocked by two big fuckers. And I got benched because management forgot about me. But not you. They book you constantly. They seem to believe in you, fuck if I understand why.”
"You want to talk about hardships? You want to talk about fighting for respect? Let me tell you something, RAM. Respect isn't given, it's earned. It's earned through blood, sweat, and tears. It's earned by stepping into this ring and giving it your all, not by whining and crying like a spoiled brat! And that’s all anyone thinks of you as, a spoiled brat."
Jack shrugs, "You think the world owes you something? You think these fans owe you something? They owe you nothing! You want their respect, you want their admiration, you better start acting like a man and not a petulant child! You see, RAM, I've been through hell and back in this ring. I've faced giants, legends, and everything in between. I've fought for every inch of my being and had my ass handed to me and I did it without whining, without complaining. I did it with my fists, with my heart, with my soul."
“I have two boys who believe in me. Who trusts me. TDH might not be at the height of other tag teams or factions but it keeps me grounded. It keeps me focused. And they believed in me when no one else did. I might have joined a cult for some hype once but I got pulled out of that. I can never repay them for helping me get my shit together and put me back in therapy. Therapy does wonders when you actually try. Not just use it to bitch and moan. I can’t believe you allow them to broadcast your therapy out there for everyone. It’s the cringe for me.” Jack makes a face.
"So, RAM, if you want to prove you're more than just a whining, self-pitying kid, then step up. Step into this ring with me and show the world what you're made of. But be warned, when you do, you're stepping into a world of pain. A world where your excuses won't save you, your tears won't protect you. Because in this ring, there's no room for pity, no room for whining. There's only room for fighters."
“And it’s not just me you have to worry about. You also have to worry about the returning future Hall of Famer.”
Jack smiles, "You see, there's a name that's been whispered in hushed tones, a name that's been chanted in arenas all over the world. The name of the so-called 'Greatest of All Time'... Rob Diamond! Rob, you've been living on borrowed time. You think you're untouchable, a legend, the pinnacle of wrestling. But legends are just that—stories. And stories can be rewritten. Tonight, I'm holding the pen."
The intensity in Jack's eyes grows, "You're not a god. You're a legend, sure but you're just a man. I've studied you, Rob. I know your every move, your every weakness. And tonight, I will exploit them all."
He pauses, "So, Rob Diamond, brace yourself. Because tonight, the myth of the GOAT ends, and the era of Jack Ferriman begins. I will walk into this ring, I will face you, and I will conquer you. And when it's all said and done, when the dust settles and the smoke clears, everyone will remember this night as the night that people stop underestimating me.”
“For both Rob and RAM, It's time to face reality. Because when you step into this ring with me, there will be no mercy, no sympathy. There will only be one outcome—your downfall."
Well howdy there pardner.