Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 15:18:30 GMT -5
I’ve been called lots of things by former friends, jerk, selfish, full of myself, countless others that I’ve heard and forgot throughout my life, but one constantly reoccurring one was reclusive. Everyone would say,
“You’re so reclusive, you know? You never hang out with me or call me.”
I don’t like getting close with people; I never have yearned for a girlfriend to keep me company while I film movies on location or travel around the world wrestling. Soon they’d get needy, and whenever I wouldn’t be there I’d immediately get bombarded by them as they beg me to spend time with them or ‘just take a couple of months off’, my only girlfriend I’d ever had gave me that one, she thought of me as her soul mate, we were just 20 and she was thinking about marriage. I was never home and to this day I still have no clue how we lasted almost 8 months together because in that span I’d been on location twice for a month and a half each time for different movies then trained to wrestle those other 5 months. Her neediness got pathetic and we split apart. It’s not a fear of mine, more of a caution, but I’ve never been interested to a close relationship, be it a friendly or dating relationship, I’ve never been wanted one.
My generic iPhone ringer went off and it was Randall,
“Hey Randall, what’s going on?”
“Nothing Jayson, congrats on the big win though!”
“Thanks man, I appreciate it.”
“No problem, but I called because I was wondering if you wanted to have a little victory party tonight?”
“Sure, usual place?”
“Yes sir.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in 5, take care man.”
The usual is Ralph’s Coffee Shop which is just a few blocks away from my house. The sun is nearly setting; the skies are a mix of pink, orange, and faint rays of yellow from the descending sun. It’s just about out of sight as I hop into my yellow Ferrari Enzo, the result of my WFWF signing bonus, and head down the street in the direction of the coffee shop.
I’m not a big coffee drinker, I enjoy a good cup of tea and a fine piece of literature from though time to time when I’m alone, free from the vices that are Twitter and Instagram, and I'll read from 8 P.M till 3 A.M in my reclining chair in my living room. The constant reading is a habit I picked up on the sets of movies when I was occasionally in my trailers for a couple of hours and your phone can only get you so far. So I began to send the stagehands with about $100 and tell them to bring back whatever sounds good at Barnes and Nobles. They’d come back after an hour with a bag or two full of New York bestsellers and I’d have my boredom cure for the next month of shooting in whatever city we were in. The tea came from when I was younger and due to my hatred of hot chocolate and because I was “too young” to drink coffee, I began to drink tea and I took an immediate liking to it to the point where I’d bring tea into my homeroom of high school in my senior year, then got it banned when it spilled all over this girl’s huge paper or something. She flipped, I laughed, the teacher was not amused and it got banned for the rest of the time I was there and I almost got suspended, jerks.
I pull up and see Randall’s car, a Honda Civic, I keep telling him he needs a different car yet he keeps putting it off, I don’t know why. Ralph’s is one of the very few places in the state of California that I can walk into and not be recognized right away. I’m a regular there and it’s a pretty small place which I’m sure detracts the paparazzi from entering in there expecting a celebrity, but here I am, a celebrity living and in the flesh walking into a place that no other Hollywood stars dare step foot in. I’m on a first name basis with just about every waitress and all the cooks and bartenders. Kelly, the woman that walks in to take you to seat, knows exactly who I’m looking for and walks me to where Randall is sitting, he already is halfway through with his regular black coffee. We exchange quick pleasantries before I order water and a peach, passion fruit tea with four lemon slices and a cup of honey on the side. She sets off to the cook’s area to place my order as I begin to chat with Randall since we haven’t seen each other since our plane ride to Miami for Battleground, he prefers to be outside of the backstage area and have a quiet private life. The house music is being played by a girl with a guitar and the Oakland Athletics game is on a TV right above the bar area on mute with the captions on.
Our waitress, Courtney, brings out my cup of tea. I say thank you, then decline her offer of a menu. I squeeze in three of the lemons and take my spoon out from the napkin and scoop up two spoonfuls of honey into the tea, stirring it to make sure the honey isn’t clumped together in one place in the cup, then I add the fourth lemon slice on the side of my drink as a garnish. I take a sip then restart my conversation with Randall. It’s mostly small talk, how our return flights were, how his family was, stuff like that, until he turns the conversation over to wrestling.
“So I’m assuming you saw the Battleground match and Bishop’s title defense, I know you’re confident but he’s tough.”
“Tell me something I don’t know man.”
We both laugh at that, I continue,
“I know that he’s a tough guy but Randall, ye who have little faith, I’ve got this. Look at you getting into wrestling though, I’m so proud.”
I pat him on the head and he chuckles at my remark. I’ll be totally honest, I did not think Randall would be into wrestling, but to his credit, he’s gotten to the point where he can at least carry on a conversation about the goings-on in the WFWF, and I almost feel like a dad whose kid is showing interest in the family business.
“I do not doubt you, I’m just saying…”
“Seriously Randall, there’s no need to worry, think about it, your client, the National Champion, sounds good huh?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well you best get used to it because that’s how you'll be addressing me very soon."
Randall smiles, looks at his watch and then looks to his phone, and finally at me before opening his mouth, then closing it, which I take notice of.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, it’s just that I've been here about an hour and the Mrs. just called me twice and I didn't pick up.”
“If you’re trying to say you've got to go then go ahead, I’m going to head out myself. I’ll catch you later.”
He begins to call Courtney over but I push his hand down,
“What'd you order, like a cup of coffee? I've got the bill, just go, and get a new car by the time I see you next.”
He thanks me before heading out. I give him a tip of my Sacramento Kings baseball cap as he walks out. I’m getting tired myself, so just as Courtney passes me I ask for one more cup of tea and my check. She nods and sets off. I sit there thinking, thinking about the upcoming title match, thinking about the PPV, and thinking about life in general. At 23 years old I've already done things most people dream of, and that’s because I’m the best of the best, I am a legend at wrestling, I am a legend in the acting industry, and becoming champion will be the first step to prove it to the ungrateful people who boo me week in and week out because they’re too ignorant and have way too much pride to admit that they were wrong about me. The sound of a mug being placed on my table snaps me out of my daydream. I mumble a thank you to Courtney as she leaves and sip on my tea, which she was ever so kind to bring me extra honey and lemons with it, as I finished my cup of tea, I filled out the check and placed the cash on the table and stood up and pushed in my wooden chair as I said good night to the lovely wait staff before exciting the door out into the parking lot. It is much different than when I set off to Ralph’s, the night is pitch black, differing from my drive there with the colorful hues in the sky. I turn my headlights on as they lead the way as I begin my drive home.
Joe Bishop says he’s ruined every relationship he’s had, funnily enough, that is why I refuse to create relationships. I refuse to love because people soon become attached to me, and that is when the relationships I have become sickening but those people you once thought as friends soon turn into monsters who out of their longing lash out at you for “not being there” when, in fact, they don’t understand my life, they don’t know that most of them I find annoying and keep them around my social circle for a laugh when I see how their life compares to mine, and yet they’ll make it seem like they’re the center of the universe, and it’s very easy for them to think that with their constant social media pandering, their attention seeking posts and their desperate cries out for attention in 140 characters or less, but they are completely inconsequential when it comes to how this world works. They are at the very bottom of the totem pole of the human race, while I am seated right up at the top. You wanna talk about being the center of the universe, I am the closest thing to it, and it doesn't get more important than me and my life. I am more important than every single person that inhabits this planet.
The third time will not be the charm for you Mr. Bishop because when you step into the ring at Revolution I will make a promise to you, and that promise will be that you won’t walk out of the arena holding your belt, you might not even be walking at all, you will lose the National Championship for a record third time, but this third time will be different, this time you won’t just be losing it only to regain it along the road, you’ll be losing it for good because once I grab hold of that title, I won’t be losing it anytime soon. I have had one match but in that match I have already proven that I am the greatest wrestler in that locker room and that I am the greatest man to walk on this face of the Earth and that statement will be further proven true when I defeat you. Please cherish these last few days with that title because you’ll be parting with it for a long time, as I’ll be holding on to this title longer than you ever have or ever will have held it. Joe you best not get too attached to that title, because it's not a matter of time before I take it away from you.
“You’re so reclusive, you know? You never hang out with me or call me.”
I don’t like getting close with people; I never have yearned for a girlfriend to keep me company while I film movies on location or travel around the world wrestling. Soon they’d get needy, and whenever I wouldn’t be there I’d immediately get bombarded by them as they beg me to spend time with them or ‘just take a couple of months off’, my only girlfriend I’d ever had gave me that one, she thought of me as her soul mate, we were just 20 and she was thinking about marriage. I was never home and to this day I still have no clue how we lasted almost 8 months together because in that span I’d been on location twice for a month and a half each time for different movies then trained to wrestle those other 5 months. Her neediness got pathetic and we split apart. It’s not a fear of mine, more of a caution, but I’ve never been interested to a close relationship, be it a friendly or dating relationship, I’ve never been wanted one.
My generic iPhone ringer went off and it was Randall,
“Hey Randall, what’s going on?”
“Nothing Jayson, congrats on the big win though!”
“Thanks man, I appreciate it.”
“No problem, but I called because I was wondering if you wanted to have a little victory party tonight?”
“Sure, usual place?”
“Yes sir.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in 5, take care man.”
The usual is Ralph’s Coffee Shop which is just a few blocks away from my house. The sun is nearly setting; the skies are a mix of pink, orange, and faint rays of yellow from the descending sun. It’s just about out of sight as I hop into my yellow Ferrari Enzo, the result of my WFWF signing bonus, and head down the street in the direction of the coffee shop.
I’m not a big coffee drinker, I enjoy a good cup of tea and a fine piece of literature from though time to time when I’m alone, free from the vices that are Twitter and Instagram, and I'll read from 8 P.M till 3 A.M in my reclining chair in my living room. The constant reading is a habit I picked up on the sets of movies when I was occasionally in my trailers for a couple of hours and your phone can only get you so far. So I began to send the stagehands with about $100 and tell them to bring back whatever sounds good at Barnes and Nobles. They’d come back after an hour with a bag or two full of New York bestsellers and I’d have my boredom cure for the next month of shooting in whatever city we were in. The tea came from when I was younger and due to my hatred of hot chocolate and because I was “too young” to drink coffee, I began to drink tea and I took an immediate liking to it to the point where I’d bring tea into my homeroom of high school in my senior year, then got it banned when it spilled all over this girl’s huge paper or something. She flipped, I laughed, the teacher was not amused and it got banned for the rest of the time I was there and I almost got suspended, jerks.
I pull up and see Randall’s car, a Honda Civic, I keep telling him he needs a different car yet he keeps putting it off, I don’t know why. Ralph’s is one of the very few places in the state of California that I can walk into and not be recognized right away. I’m a regular there and it’s a pretty small place which I’m sure detracts the paparazzi from entering in there expecting a celebrity, but here I am, a celebrity living and in the flesh walking into a place that no other Hollywood stars dare step foot in. I’m on a first name basis with just about every waitress and all the cooks and bartenders. Kelly, the woman that walks in to take you to seat, knows exactly who I’m looking for and walks me to where Randall is sitting, he already is halfway through with his regular black coffee. We exchange quick pleasantries before I order water and a peach, passion fruit tea with four lemon slices and a cup of honey on the side. She sets off to the cook’s area to place my order as I begin to chat with Randall since we haven’t seen each other since our plane ride to Miami for Battleground, he prefers to be outside of the backstage area and have a quiet private life. The house music is being played by a girl with a guitar and the Oakland Athletics game is on a TV right above the bar area on mute with the captions on.
Our waitress, Courtney, brings out my cup of tea. I say thank you, then decline her offer of a menu. I squeeze in three of the lemons and take my spoon out from the napkin and scoop up two spoonfuls of honey into the tea, stirring it to make sure the honey isn’t clumped together in one place in the cup, then I add the fourth lemon slice on the side of my drink as a garnish. I take a sip then restart my conversation with Randall. It’s mostly small talk, how our return flights were, how his family was, stuff like that, until he turns the conversation over to wrestling.
“So I’m assuming you saw the Battleground match and Bishop’s title defense, I know you’re confident but he’s tough.”
“Tell me something I don’t know man.”
We both laugh at that, I continue,
“I know that he’s a tough guy but Randall, ye who have little faith, I’ve got this. Look at you getting into wrestling though, I’m so proud.”
I pat him on the head and he chuckles at my remark. I’ll be totally honest, I did not think Randall would be into wrestling, but to his credit, he’s gotten to the point where he can at least carry on a conversation about the goings-on in the WFWF, and I almost feel like a dad whose kid is showing interest in the family business.
“I do not doubt you, I’m just saying…”
“Seriously Randall, there’s no need to worry, think about it, your client, the National Champion, sounds good huh?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well you best get used to it because that’s how you'll be addressing me very soon."
Randall smiles, looks at his watch and then looks to his phone, and finally at me before opening his mouth, then closing it, which I take notice of.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, it’s just that I've been here about an hour and the Mrs. just called me twice and I didn't pick up.”
“If you’re trying to say you've got to go then go ahead, I’m going to head out myself. I’ll catch you later.”
He begins to call Courtney over but I push his hand down,
“What'd you order, like a cup of coffee? I've got the bill, just go, and get a new car by the time I see you next.”
He thanks me before heading out. I give him a tip of my Sacramento Kings baseball cap as he walks out. I’m getting tired myself, so just as Courtney passes me I ask for one more cup of tea and my check. She nods and sets off. I sit there thinking, thinking about the upcoming title match, thinking about the PPV, and thinking about life in general. At 23 years old I've already done things most people dream of, and that’s because I’m the best of the best, I am a legend at wrestling, I am a legend in the acting industry, and becoming champion will be the first step to prove it to the ungrateful people who boo me week in and week out because they’re too ignorant and have way too much pride to admit that they were wrong about me. The sound of a mug being placed on my table snaps me out of my daydream. I mumble a thank you to Courtney as she leaves and sip on my tea, which she was ever so kind to bring me extra honey and lemons with it, as I finished my cup of tea, I filled out the check and placed the cash on the table and stood up and pushed in my wooden chair as I said good night to the lovely wait staff before exciting the door out into the parking lot. It is much different than when I set off to Ralph’s, the night is pitch black, differing from my drive there with the colorful hues in the sky. I turn my headlights on as they lead the way as I begin my drive home.
Joe Bishop says he’s ruined every relationship he’s had, funnily enough, that is why I refuse to create relationships. I refuse to love because people soon become attached to me, and that is when the relationships I have become sickening but those people you once thought as friends soon turn into monsters who out of their longing lash out at you for “not being there” when, in fact, they don’t understand my life, they don’t know that most of them I find annoying and keep them around my social circle for a laugh when I see how their life compares to mine, and yet they’ll make it seem like they’re the center of the universe, and it’s very easy for them to think that with their constant social media pandering, their attention seeking posts and their desperate cries out for attention in 140 characters or less, but they are completely inconsequential when it comes to how this world works. They are at the very bottom of the totem pole of the human race, while I am seated right up at the top. You wanna talk about being the center of the universe, I am the closest thing to it, and it doesn't get more important than me and my life. I am more important than every single person that inhabits this planet.
The third time will not be the charm for you Mr. Bishop because when you step into the ring at Revolution I will make a promise to you, and that promise will be that you won’t walk out of the arena holding your belt, you might not even be walking at all, you will lose the National Championship for a record third time, but this third time will be different, this time you won’t just be losing it only to regain it along the road, you’ll be losing it for good because once I grab hold of that title, I won’t be losing it anytime soon. I have had one match but in that match I have already proven that I am the greatest wrestler in that locker room and that I am the greatest man to walk on this face of the Earth and that statement will be further proven true when I defeat you. Please cherish these last few days with that title because you’ll be parting with it for a long time, as I’ll be holding on to this title longer than you ever have or ever will have held it. Joe you best not get too attached to that title, because it's not a matter of time before I take it away from you.