Post by Jayce Pierce on Mar 11, 2024 13:10:54 GMT -5
I sat there in the empty waiting room. There was something about this meeting that made me nervous. I had met with my probation office twice since being released. But this was the first time meeting with her since my daughter took out an order of protection against me. I just had a feeling that was something that had gotten back to her. It was something that was going to be brought up.
And it made me so incredibly nervous. That’s when I heard a door open. Bringing my eyes up I could see the redheaded woman peering at me. She waved her hand towards me in a very unamused way. I found myself standing up right away and walking into her office. Being sure to shut the door behind me. By that time she had walked back behind her desk to take a seat. Her focus is still on me. It made me feel even more uneasy than I did.
“Care to explain the situation? Or should I just assume you’re about to throw everything away for a third time Mr. Pierce.”
“I wish I could explain.”
“Wish you could?” Her eyebrows raised causing those glasses that sat on her face to tilt briefly. “How do you come in here and say something like that when I’m being told you’ve got an order of protection filed against you? Are you just that clueless that you can’t explain how this came about? You’re expecting me to buy that story like this is my first day on the job?!”
I felt the shakiness in my voice when I began to speak up.
“I am not trying to bullshit you. I wouldn’t do that. When I tell you I am trying to turn my life around and right all my wrongs. I mean that.” My hands were shaking as well as my voice. This whole situation still upset me. “One of those things I was trying to correct with my life was being a shitty father. First thing I did was attempt to contact my daughter. And I guess that was a mistake. Because she wants nothing to do with me. To the point she’s willing to go this far. It hurts. It really hurts, but I swear I wasn’t looking for any kind of trouble. That part of my life is over.”
I had finished speaking when I looked up at her. Watching her tap her rose colored nails tap against the top of her desk. Like it was helping her decide whether or not she believed what I was saying. The worst feeling in the world with being a criminal all your life was feeling like you were in trouble when you actually hadn’t done anything wrong. This was nerve racking.
“I said I wanted an opportunity. . .” I stroked my beard. “And I’ve been presented with one at Thunder In Paradise Three. An opportunity I have to share with five other people. Names like Leah Ageuro, Xavier Lux, El Diablo Blanco, Jack N. Mehoff, and Jason Cashe.”
Silence overcame me for a moment. Taking a second to gather my thoughts. A slight uneasy back and forth in each step I took.
“I am not going to be one to complain about an opportunity. Not when I asked for one, but I’m also a man that’s going to call out the obvious. I’m a man that’s been brutally honest. It’s embedded deep in my dna. I can’t help that. So, with that being said. I’m not clueless. I’m not dumb. I’m not blind. No one believes in me. No one considers me a threat. No one takes anything I say to heart. Not a single person in this match is worried about me. To each of them I’m a stepping stone. I’m just a guy they can step right on over on their way to making a name for themselves. Just another person they can walk on while earning a shot at the Prestige Championship.”
I balled up my right hand into a fist. Squeezing it over and over again in a bit of a frustrated manner. I was very frustrated. I could even say I was mad and retrospect felt disrespected in the highest magnitude, Now although I felt that way. I had no one to blame but myself.
“And like I said I’m an honest man. I don’t beat around the bush with things. I can’t blame you all for thinking like that. After all, it’s something I bought onto myself.” I could feel my palm of my hand becoming heated with how hard I squeezed it shut. “No point in going over the past, but at the end of the day when you look at things. I’ve done nothing with my time here in Thunder Pro. I’ve been just a guy here. Just a man that blends into the background. Just someone that exists with no real purpose. Pathetic, am I right?”
I scoffed slightly. Having no problem pointing out my own shortcomings. After all, it was going to be used against me. It was going to be used to “expose” me. Why not go ahead and tell on myself? Point out all the bad to show I wasn’t delusional compared to some that signed their name to the dotted line.
“Fine.”
She spoke and it broke the unsettling silence that had filled the room.
“I believe you. I do. But...” Of course there was a but. Why wouldn’t there be? I let my eyes remain on her while she continued. “While I understand this is a difficult thing to be dealing with. You have to understand how serious this matter is. You cannot have any contact with her. That means from showing up in person to sending a text and so forth. You have to abide by that order of protection for however long it's in play.”
Hearing that wasn’t something that I didn’t already know, but man did it make it even harder to deal with. All I could do was nod my head to show I understood.
“I mean it Mr. Pierce. If you break this order of protection. I’m just going to consider it a violation of your probation. And this whole thing with being let out early because of the state will be out the window. You’ll serve out the rest of your sentence. With time added, because I’ll see to it that extra charges are brought on. You’re a grown man. You’ll understand there are consequences one way or another.”
She kept staring at me from over the brim of her glasses. I found myself nodding once again.
“I get it. I get it. I really do. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life. You’ve got no reason to believe that I’m a changed man. No one does. I just have to prove it. And I will.”
“I hope for your sake you do. Now, you're excused. Have a good rest of your day.”
I couldn’t wait to get out of there. So that uneasy feeling in my gut would go away. Standing right up and out the door I went. Closing it behind him. Feeling as if an immediate weight had been lifted off my shoulders. . . at least for now.
“I know it’s pathetic, but then again in a weird way. I feel like it gives me an advantage. An advantage that none of you have bothered to take into consideration.” For the moment my lips found themselves starting to curl into a little bit of a smirk. “See, I could be like El Diablo. I could have all eyes on me because I stand out by being different and wrestle in a mask. Something that’s a bit of a lost art form nowadays. I could be like Jack N. Mehoff. Run around here with a juvenile name with a hidden meaning and act like a complete child for being someone over the age of twenty.”
I found myself starting to really look up at the recording camera. Finding that comfort zone within myself so to speak.
“I could be like Leah who seems to do more pouting and whining about her shortcomings than actually doing something about it. I could even be like Lux. Remind everyone what kind of veteran of the game I am. Talk about my experiences of traveling up and down the road. The various promotions I’ve worked for. Numerous championships I’ve held. Carry myself like a douchebag through and through. Or I could be like Jason Cashe. You know the loud mouth that never knows when to shut the Fudge up. Where my entire personality is that of a jock that peaked in high school and never amounted to anything else after that. Still carrying myself like I’m the baddest motherfucker on the planet that can knock anyone and everyone out. Because I’m just that dude.”
The thoughts had already started to creep into my mind. I was doing myself no favors here. By no means was I making any friends. If anything I was making myself a big target. One that they all had a reason to go after now.
“But doing all of that would take away the advantage I have. That advantage being - the element of surprise.” I nodded my head gently. “I bring the element of surprise to the table. Because my feet aren’t as grounded as yours. Because I haven’t truly been given the chance to showcase what I’m capable of. And because you all have already written me off. This allows me to shock and awe when the spotlight is on. It allows me to put the fans on the edge of their seats. And it allows me to put you all on your heels. Having that advantage is something I like. . .”
I let a bit of a grin cross my lips.
“And you know, going back to keeping it real. I know that logically the powers that be. The other men and women on the roster. The fans. The internet trolls. Hell even people in this match, All of them believe this match is only going to come down to two men. Those two men being Lux and Jason. They're already the so-called stars of the show. But you see the beauty about what people think is it's an opinion. Doesn't mean it's right or wrong. It's just their opinion. And opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one to which they're all full of Poop.” A bit of a shrug left my shoulders. “I have no intentions of being a nobody anymore and I damn sure am not going to play second fiddle to these two. Just because they're viewed as established. It's time that things get shaken up around here. Time for the regime of Thunder Pro to get flipped and dumped on it's head. I'm just the man to do it.”
The type of Poop that was coming out of my mouth. It was painting myself in the corner. I knew that, but that was when I did the best. The moment I put pressure on myself. The moment I had to face fear of dropping the ball. Something about it just made me better. That being said, I made one last step. My face was the true focal point of the camera.
“Tough times create better men. Thunder Pro, you're about to see me at my best!"
And it made me so incredibly nervous. That’s when I heard a door open. Bringing my eyes up I could see the redheaded woman peering at me. She waved her hand towards me in a very unamused way. I found myself standing up right away and walking into her office. Being sure to shut the door behind me. By that time she had walked back behind her desk to take a seat. Her focus is still on me. It made me feel even more uneasy than I did.
“Care to explain the situation? Or should I just assume you’re about to throw everything away for a third time Mr. Pierce.”
“I wish I could explain.”
“Wish you could?” Her eyebrows raised causing those glasses that sat on her face to tilt briefly. “How do you come in here and say something like that when I’m being told you’ve got an order of protection filed against you? Are you just that clueless that you can’t explain how this came about? You’re expecting me to buy that story like this is my first day on the job?!”
I felt the shakiness in my voice when I began to speak up.
“I am not trying to bullshit you. I wouldn’t do that. When I tell you I am trying to turn my life around and right all my wrongs. I mean that.” My hands were shaking as well as my voice. This whole situation still upset me. “One of those things I was trying to correct with my life was being a shitty father. First thing I did was attempt to contact my daughter. And I guess that was a mistake. Because she wants nothing to do with me. To the point she’s willing to go this far. It hurts. It really hurts, but I swear I wasn’t looking for any kind of trouble. That part of my life is over.”
I had finished speaking when I looked up at her. Watching her tap her rose colored nails tap against the top of her desk. Like it was helping her decide whether or not she believed what I was saying. The worst feeling in the world with being a criminal all your life was feeling like you were in trouble when you actually hadn’t done anything wrong. This was nerve racking.
“I said I wanted an opportunity. . .” I stroked my beard. “And I’ve been presented with one at Thunder In Paradise Three. An opportunity I have to share with five other people. Names like Leah Ageuro, Xavier Lux, El Diablo Blanco, Jack N. Mehoff, and Jason Cashe.”
Silence overcame me for a moment. Taking a second to gather my thoughts. A slight uneasy back and forth in each step I took.
“I am not going to be one to complain about an opportunity. Not when I asked for one, but I’m also a man that’s going to call out the obvious. I’m a man that’s been brutally honest. It’s embedded deep in my dna. I can’t help that. So, with that being said. I’m not clueless. I’m not dumb. I’m not blind. No one believes in me. No one considers me a threat. No one takes anything I say to heart. Not a single person in this match is worried about me. To each of them I’m a stepping stone. I’m just a guy they can step right on over on their way to making a name for themselves. Just another person they can walk on while earning a shot at the Prestige Championship.”
I balled up my right hand into a fist. Squeezing it over and over again in a bit of a frustrated manner. I was very frustrated. I could even say I was mad and retrospect felt disrespected in the highest magnitude, Now although I felt that way. I had no one to blame but myself.
“And like I said I’m an honest man. I don’t beat around the bush with things. I can’t blame you all for thinking like that. After all, it’s something I bought onto myself.” I could feel my palm of my hand becoming heated with how hard I squeezed it shut. “No point in going over the past, but at the end of the day when you look at things. I’ve done nothing with my time here in Thunder Pro. I’ve been just a guy here. Just a man that blends into the background. Just someone that exists with no real purpose. Pathetic, am I right?”
I scoffed slightly. Having no problem pointing out my own shortcomings. After all, it was going to be used against me. It was going to be used to “expose” me. Why not go ahead and tell on myself? Point out all the bad to show I wasn’t delusional compared to some that signed their name to the dotted line.
“Fine.”
She spoke and it broke the unsettling silence that had filled the room.
“I believe you. I do. But...” Of course there was a but. Why wouldn’t there be? I let my eyes remain on her while she continued. “While I understand this is a difficult thing to be dealing with. You have to understand how serious this matter is. You cannot have any contact with her. That means from showing up in person to sending a text and so forth. You have to abide by that order of protection for however long it's in play.”
Hearing that wasn’t something that I didn’t already know, but man did it make it even harder to deal with. All I could do was nod my head to show I understood.
“I mean it Mr. Pierce. If you break this order of protection. I’m just going to consider it a violation of your probation. And this whole thing with being let out early because of the state will be out the window. You’ll serve out the rest of your sentence. With time added, because I’ll see to it that extra charges are brought on. You’re a grown man. You’ll understand there are consequences one way or another.”
She kept staring at me from over the brim of her glasses. I found myself nodding once again.
“I get it. I get it. I really do. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life. You’ve got no reason to believe that I’m a changed man. No one does. I just have to prove it. And I will.”
“I hope for your sake you do. Now, you're excused. Have a good rest of your day.”
I couldn’t wait to get out of there. So that uneasy feeling in my gut would go away. Standing right up and out the door I went. Closing it behind him. Feeling as if an immediate weight had been lifted off my shoulders. . . at least for now.
“I know it’s pathetic, but then again in a weird way. I feel like it gives me an advantage. An advantage that none of you have bothered to take into consideration.” For the moment my lips found themselves starting to curl into a little bit of a smirk. “See, I could be like El Diablo. I could have all eyes on me because I stand out by being different and wrestle in a mask. Something that’s a bit of a lost art form nowadays. I could be like Jack N. Mehoff. Run around here with a juvenile name with a hidden meaning and act like a complete child for being someone over the age of twenty.”
I found myself starting to really look up at the recording camera. Finding that comfort zone within myself so to speak.
“I could be like Leah who seems to do more pouting and whining about her shortcomings than actually doing something about it. I could even be like Lux. Remind everyone what kind of veteran of the game I am. Talk about my experiences of traveling up and down the road. The various promotions I’ve worked for. Numerous championships I’ve held. Carry myself like a douchebag through and through. Or I could be like Jason Cashe. You know the loud mouth that never knows when to shut the Fudge up. Where my entire personality is that of a jock that peaked in high school and never amounted to anything else after that. Still carrying myself like I’m the baddest motherfucker on the planet that can knock anyone and everyone out. Because I’m just that dude.”
The thoughts had already started to creep into my mind. I was doing myself no favors here. By no means was I making any friends. If anything I was making myself a big target. One that they all had a reason to go after now.
“But doing all of that would take away the advantage I have. That advantage being - the element of surprise.” I nodded my head gently. “I bring the element of surprise to the table. Because my feet aren’t as grounded as yours. Because I haven’t truly been given the chance to showcase what I’m capable of. And because you all have already written me off. This allows me to shock and awe when the spotlight is on. It allows me to put the fans on the edge of their seats. And it allows me to put you all on your heels. Having that advantage is something I like. . .”
I let a bit of a grin cross my lips.
“And you know, going back to keeping it real. I know that logically the powers that be. The other men and women on the roster. The fans. The internet trolls. Hell even people in this match, All of them believe this match is only going to come down to two men. Those two men being Lux and Jason. They're already the so-called stars of the show. But you see the beauty about what people think is it's an opinion. Doesn't mean it's right or wrong. It's just their opinion. And opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one to which they're all full of Poop.” A bit of a shrug left my shoulders. “I have no intentions of being a nobody anymore and I damn sure am not going to play second fiddle to these two. Just because they're viewed as established. It's time that things get shaken up around here. Time for the regime of Thunder Pro to get flipped and dumped on it's head. I'm just the man to do it.”
The type of Poop that was coming out of my mouth. It was painting myself in the corner. I knew that, but that was when I did the best. The moment I put pressure on myself. The moment I had to face fear of dropping the ball. Something about it just made me better. That being said, I made one last step. My face was the true focal point of the camera.
“Tough times create better men. Thunder Pro, you're about to see me at my best!"
