Post by Jack Ferriman on Aug 3, 2024 17:11:13 GMT
Jack rubbed the back of his head feeling the nice buzz on the back of his head. Nate and Pax had long hair. He knew it was important culturally to have long hair. Knew it was part of the way they honored the ancestors.
But long hair gave Jack anxiety.
Maybe it was from growing up on the streets. Maybe it was the way that long hair made shit more dangerous.
He tried growing it out every once and a while. Just to try. Just to feel like he fit in better. But sooner or later it would be too much and he’d be in the bathroom cutting his hair again like a dirty secret.
“Your shit is uneven as fuck, babe.” Nate leaned in the doorway.
“Fuck off.” Jack touched the back of his head again as he looked in the mirror.
“Sit your ass down.” Nate moved over grabbing the clippers from Jack’s hands, “If you’re gonna fucking do this at least have your shit even, fuck.”
Jack did as he was told, pouting a little. Nate stood behind Jack, his hands steady and gentle as he prepared the clippers. There's a playful smile on his face, a mix of excitement and tenderness. He kissed the top of Jack’s head softly before he began, whispering reassurances and sweet words that made Jack feel cherished.
As he starts shaving, his touch is careful and precise, ensuring Jack’s comfort throughout the process. Jack could feel the vibrations of the clippers, but more importantly, Jack felt Nate’s love in every motion. Nate pauses occasionally to check in with Jack, brushing off loose hairs and giving him little kisses or a loving squeeze on the shoulder.
A knock on the open door showed Pax and Charlotte standing there.
“Well this is adorable.” Pax grinned as he leaned against the door frame.
Charlotte had a lighter but answering smile on her face as well. “It’s just too cute. Good thing Rini’s not here. She’d die from the overload.”
“His shit was all uneven,” Nate explained as he kept going. “Head up, motherfucker unless you want me to make this worse.”
Jack was blushing, “Sorry.”
“It’s healthier for hair to be trimmed too.” Charlotte added.
“Nah for sure. He gotta look good. I get it.” Pax chuckled softly. “We got standards to maintain.”
“Thanks.” Jack smiled at the pair, “Can’t have Diamond saying I look like shit.”
“You kiddin me? Mans probably gonna try and steal you away from Nate?”
Charlotte scrunched up her nose. “Ew… Man’s old enough to be his father. We got enough ‘Daddy’ shit flyin’ around here.”
Nate laughed, “Nah, I doubt anyone could steal Jack from me. Ojibwe got that love medicine, right Pax?”
“You know it.” Pax smirked slightly. “Don’t mean he won’t try though.” Charlotte merely rolled her eyes, but her smile never dimmed.
But long hair gave Jack anxiety.
Maybe it was from growing up on the streets. Maybe it was the way that long hair made shit more dangerous.
He tried growing it out every once and a while. Just to try. Just to feel like he fit in better. But sooner or later it would be too much and he’d be in the bathroom cutting his hair again like a dirty secret.
“Your shit is uneven as fuck, babe.” Nate leaned in the doorway.
“Fuck off.” Jack touched the back of his head again as he looked in the mirror.
“Sit your ass down.” Nate moved over grabbing the clippers from Jack’s hands, “If you’re gonna fucking do this at least have your shit even, fuck.”
Jack did as he was told, pouting a little. Nate stood behind Jack, his hands steady and gentle as he prepared the clippers. There's a playful smile on his face, a mix of excitement and tenderness. He kissed the top of Jack’s head softly before he began, whispering reassurances and sweet words that made Jack feel cherished.
As he starts shaving, his touch is careful and precise, ensuring Jack’s comfort throughout the process. Jack could feel the vibrations of the clippers, but more importantly, Jack felt Nate’s love in every motion. Nate pauses occasionally to check in with Jack, brushing off loose hairs and giving him little kisses or a loving squeeze on the shoulder.
A knock on the open door showed Pax and Charlotte standing there.
“Well this is adorable.” Pax grinned as he leaned against the door frame.
Charlotte had a lighter but answering smile on her face as well. “It’s just too cute. Good thing Rini’s not here. She’d die from the overload.”
“His shit was all uneven,” Nate explained as he kept going. “Head up, motherfucker unless you want me to make this worse.”
Jack was blushing, “Sorry.”
“It’s healthier for hair to be trimmed too.” Charlotte added.
“Nah for sure. He gotta look good. I get it.” Pax chuckled softly. “We got standards to maintain.”
“Thanks.” Jack smiled at the pair, “Can’t have Diamond saying I look like shit.”
“You kiddin me? Mans probably gonna try and steal you away from Nate?”
Charlotte scrunched up her nose. “Ew… Man’s old enough to be his father. We got enough ‘Daddy’ shit flyin’ around here.”
Nate laughed, “Nah, I doubt anyone could steal Jack from me. Ojibwe got that love medicine, right Pax?”
“You know it.” Pax smirked slightly. “Don’t mean he won’t try though.” Charlotte merely rolled her eyes, but her smile never dimmed.
“Okay. so let’s do this once more with feeling I guess. I’ll admit I was surprised to see I was facing Rob Diamond, again. We just faced each other last time I was booked, which is not the best feeling in the world if I can be honest.
Rob Diamond is the GOAT. He’s one of the greats. He’s a fan favorite. He always brings his all to any match he has. He said some nice things about me. Implied there was a time I could have been in Being Infamous or whatever.
I agree I do good work. Maybe I do sit on the sidelines and wait for a booking instead of jumping forward and demanding one. I don’t like rocking the boat. I don't like annoying people. I just kind of vibe. Would I prefer to do tag-team matches with Nate and Pax? Yeah. I feel more comfortable in a team. I feel more comfortable having someone there with me. Hell, I came into this company in a mixed-tag tournament with Rosa DeLuca as my partner. I did solo after we flunked out of that. Then I joined the Church of Crosse with Jaymat as my tag partner until that fell apart. Now I’m with TDH. I like being part of a team.
Solo, I’m less sure on my feet. But the way things are I have to figure out how to be sure on my feet. Rob Diamond is a little bit of a learning curve to handling things solo. I mean, sure, he is trying to work his way to the top. I get that. I support that. It’s better than some of these legends who come back and demand a shot at the title right away just because they were big somewhere else.
I work my ass off here. I show up every time I am booked. I do good work. Maybe I won’t win. That’s fine. Winning isn’t everything. Doesn’t need to be everything. I just am going to remind people I’m not a pushover.
Do I wish I had more? Do I wish people here didn’t treat me like a joke? Sure.
But there was a time when almost everyone here wasn’t treated like a joke.
Rob Diamond has made a fucking career out of being seen as a joke and making people eat their words. I love that for him. I wish I could do that. Like, I wish I had half your fucking talent, man. You got fucking kids who see your matches and go, ‘That’s what I want to do’. You fucking inspire people. You got the accolades and the charm.
I want that. More than anything. Maybe I should take after you and lean into the shit people say to me. Make the joke first so they can’t. I don’t know how to start doing that. My anxiety is a motherfucker.
I know what I want.
I don't care how good a man Warren acts like he is, if all that kids see on TV is that heroes gotta be white and handsome, it's gonna kill them. Heroes come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and you gotta show people that or they'll never recognize it.
That’s what I want. And maybe beating you in a match will get me there. Maybe finding a way to survive a match with you, the greatest of all fucking time, maybe the greatest this company has ever seen, maybe that’s a step in the right direction.
One day at a time.
Yeah, one day at a time.
Ain't nobody gonna stop me. I can fucking do this.
Rob, you and me.
Let's go."
Rob Diamond is the GOAT. He’s one of the greats. He’s a fan favorite. He always brings his all to any match he has. He said some nice things about me. Implied there was a time I could have been in Being Infamous or whatever.
I agree I do good work. Maybe I do sit on the sidelines and wait for a booking instead of jumping forward and demanding one. I don’t like rocking the boat. I don't like annoying people. I just kind of vibe. Would I prefer to do tag-team matches with Nate and Pax? Yeah. I feel more comfortable in a team. I feel more comfortable having someone there with me. Hell, I came into this company in a mixed-tag tournament with Rosa DeLuca as my partner. I did solo after we flunked out of that. Then I joined the Church of Crosse with Jaymat as my tag partner until that fell apart. Now I’m with TDH. I like being part of a team.
Solo, I’m less sure on my feet. But the way things are I have to figure out how to be sure on my feet. Rob Diamond is a little bit of a learning curve to handling things solo. I mean, sure, he is trying to work his way to the top. I get that. I support that. It’s better than some of these legends who come back and demand a shot at the title right away just because they were big somewhere else.
I work my ass off here. I show up every time I am booked. I do good work. Maybe I won’t win. That’s fine. Winning isn’t everything. Doesn’t need to be everything. I just am going to remind people I’m not a pushover.
Do I wish I had more? Do I wish people here didn’t treat me like a joke? Sure.
But there was a time when almost everyone here wasn’t treated like a joke.
Rob Diamond has made a fucking career out of being seen as a joke and making people eat their words. I love that for him. I wish I could do that. Like, I wish I had half your fucking talent, man. You got fucking kids who see your matches and go, ‘That’s what I want to do’. You fucking inspire people. You got the accolades and the charm.
I want that. More than anything. Maybe I should take after you and lean into the shit people say to me. Make the joke first so they can’t. I don’t know how to start doing that. My anxiety is a motherfucker.
I know what I want.
I don't care how good a man Warren acts like he is, if all that kids see on TV is that heroes gotta be white and handsome, it's gonna kill them. Heroes come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and you gotta show people that or they'll never recognize it.
That’s what I want. And maybe beating you in a match will get me there. Maybe finding a way to survive a match with you, the greatest of all fucking time, maybe the greatest this company has ever seen, maybe that’s a step in the right direction.
One day at a time.
Yeah, one day at a time.
Ain't nobody gonna stop me. I can fucking do this.
Rob, you and me.
Let's go."
Well howdy there pardner.