Post by jacksantore on Sept 8, 2017 3:29:13 GMT -5
"Why do we do this to ourselves? What's the point?"
That would be the voice of New York Native, Jack Santore. He's sitting down inside of his Los Angeles apartment. He has his feet up on the coffee table in front of him.
"I suppose this is the part where I'm supposed to show just how focused I am by being in the gym. Where I do some sort of moves in the ring or shadow box. You have to be completely sweaty, so they know that you worked out hard."
Jack chuckles as he makes eye contact with the camera.
"But really, what's the point? I mean we all work out. We all train for matches. But sometime someone decided that the only way to appear focused is to show our preparation. It's probably the same reason that you think, I'm not focused on you, right Jason? Because I didn't respond to your accusations on twitter exactly as you thought that I should."
Jack leans back on the couch, tapping a finger to his chin.
"Don't get me wrong, I am focused. And I do take you seriously. I take everyone that I step between those ropes with seriously. I mean, you should know this, Jason. You researched me, didn't you? So if you really did your research on me you'd see me giving it my all for every single match that I've had in WCG. When have you seen me take a night off? When have you actually seen me lose because I didn't take someone seriously?"
Jack raises an eyebrow as if he's waiting to get an actual response from Jason.
"No. What it is is that you made up some little narrative in your mind and went with it. You think that because I'm not trash-talking my opponents week after week that it means that I'm weak. You think that because I respect my opponents and actually become friends with them that it means that wrestling isn't as important to me. You think that because I didn't write an epic in response to you on twitter that I don't take you seriously. So let's go through your claims then, shall we?"
Jack clears his throat as he counts off all of the claims Jason Hunter made on twitter by holding up a finger for each claim.
"Yes, I did tear my ACL in high school. HIGH SCHOOL! This was years ago. And all that it did was made my shift my goals. I went from being the star of my school and being well on my way to a Division I school to being pissed off. Pissed off at the world for no longer being able to play football. So what did I do? I went and found MMA where I could be as pissed off as possible and take it out on people physically. Yes, my injuries re-surfaced and I was forced to give that up, which brings me to your second claim."
Jack holds up two fingers this time.
"You say wrestling was my third choice, right? It's just a fallback for me? No. Wrestling was what I should have been doing the whole time. It just took me a little while to realize it. Not everyone is as lucky as you are. Not everyone knows what they want to do from the time they were 8 years old. Some of us have to go through a ton of crap to realize what we're supposed to be doing. So I don't see it as though I failed at football and MMA, no. I see it as football and MMA not being the right fit for me and those things not working out in order to sene me here. Where I really belong."
Jack grins as he takes his feet off of the coffee table, leaning forward a bit to look into the camera.
"You're happy that I'm not a person that talks a lot. You're happy because it gives you an excuse. It's what guys like you do is make excuses. I don't talk a lot of trash; so I'm not focused on you. You lost to your girlfriend; so you lost focus. Oh, but not because she got the better of you. Oh, no! You were worried about hurting her, right?"
Jack chuckles, shaking his head in a dumbfounded manner.
"This is your girlfriend and instead of saying she got the best of you, you proceed to make her look bad by taking away what a win over you meant. You see, I've been in the ring with her before. Tasmin is as tough as they come. It took everything within me to come away with my hand raised against her. Her and Izzy kicked my ass all over that ring and made me earn it. Ruby kicked my ass all over the ring and came out the winner. Why? Because she was better than me that day. I wouldn't ever take that win from her by saying she isn't as talented, Ruby is my friend. But Tasmin is your girlfriend! She's your girlfriend and you made excuses about losing to her."
Jack shakes his head in complete and utter disgust.
"That tells me all that I need to know about who you are, Jason. If a man throws his significant other under the bus even after she beat him at something by cheapening her win, then there's not a whole lot that you won't do. It means I know what you're about. You're more about excuses, making things up about me and being obsessed with all the pretty logos and t-shirts that you have made up for yourself. You let Matt Shields fill up your head and believe your own hype. And that's fine, it's what he's supposed to do. But beneath all of that, you're scared. You're scared because although you have my injuries to exploit, I have wins over Izzy and Tasmin--the girl that's supposedly not as good as you and who beat you too. I have a win over Austen Blackwell, who just competed for a championship and I went toe-to-toe with Gabe Griffin and Donovan LeBlanc. You're not sure what's going to happen. So you can sit back and rest on your narrative that I don't take you seriously, but...how sure are you?"
Jack smirks a bit as he stands up from his couch and grabs a gym bag and heads for the door. It appears that he is going to go train but the cameras don't follow as he opens the door and closes it behind him as the scene fades out.
That would be the voice of New York Native, Jack Santore. He's sitting down inside of his Los Angeles apartment. He has his feet up on the coffee table in front of him.
"I suppose this is the part where I'm supposed to show just how focused I am by being in the gym. Where I do some sort of moves in the ring or shadow box. You have to be completely sweaty, so they know that you worked out hard."
Jack chuckles as he makes eye contact with the camera.
"But really, what's the point? I mean we all work out. We all train for matches. But sometime someone decided that the only way to appear focused is to show our preparation. It's probably the same reason that you think, I'm not focused on you, right Jason? Because I didn't respond to your accusations on twitter exactly as you thought that I should."
Jack leans back on the couch, tapping a finger to his chin.
"Don't get me wrong, I am focused. And I do take you seriously. I take everyone that I step between those ropes with seriously. I mean, you should know this, Jason. You researched me, didn't you? So if you really did your research on me you'd see me giving it my all for every single match that I've had in WCG. When have you seen me take a night off? When have you actually seen me lose because I didn't take someone seriously?"
Jack raises an eyebrow as if he's waiting to get an actual response from Jason.
"No. What it is is that you made up some little narrative in your mind and went with it. You think that because I'm not trash-talking my opponents week after week that it means that I'm weak. You think that because I respect my opponents and actually become friends with them that it means that wrestling isn't as important to me. You think that because I didn't write an epic in response to you on twitter that I don't take you seriously. So let's go through your claims then, shall we?"
Jack clears his throat as he counts off all of the claims Jason Hunter made on twitter by holding up a finger for each claim.
"Yes, I did tear my ACL in high school. HIGH SCHOOL! This was years ago. And all that it did was made my shift my goals. I went from being the star of my school and being well on my way to a Division I school to being pissed off. Pissed off at the world for no longer being able to play football. So what did I do? I went and found MMA where I could be as pissed off as possible and take it out on people physically. Yes, my injuries re-surfaced and I was forced to give that up, which brings me to your second claim."
Jack holds up two fingers this time.
"You say wrestling was my third choice, right? It's just a fallback for me? No. Wrestling was what I should have been doing the whole time. It just took me a little while to realize it. Not everyone is as lucky as you are. Not everyone knows what they want to do from the time they were 8 years old. Some of us have to go through a ton of crap to realize what we're supposed to be doing. So I don't see it as though I failed at football and MMA, no. I see it as football and MMA not being the right fit for me and those things not working out in order to sene me here. Where I really belong."
Jack grins as he takes his feet off of the coffee table, leaning forward a bit to look into the camera.
"You're happy that I'm not a person that talks a lot. You're happy because it gives you an excuse. It's what guys like you do is make excuses. I don't talk a lot of trash; so I'm not focused on you. You lost to your girlfriend; so you lost focus. Oh, but not because she got the better of you. Oh, no! You were worried about hurting her, right?"
Jack chuckles, shaking his head in a dumbfounded manner.
"This is your girlfriend and instead of saying she got the best of you, you proceed to make her look bad by taking away what a win over you meant. You see, I've been in the ring with her before. Tasmin is as tough as they come. It took everything within me to come away with my hand raised against her. Her and Izzy kicked my ass all over that ring and made me earn it. Ruby kicked my ass all over the ring and came out the winner. Why? Because she was better than me that day. I wouldn't ever take that win from her by saying she isn't as talented, Ruby is my friend. But Tasmin is your girlfriend! She's your girlfriend and you made excuses about losing to her."
Jack shakes his head in complete and utter disgust.
"That tells me all that I need to know about who you are, Jason. If a man throws his significant other under the bus even after she beat him at something by cheapening her win, then there's not a whole lot that you won't do. It means I know what you're about. You're more about excuses, making things up about me and being obsessed with all the pretty logos and t-shirts that you have made up for yourself. You let Matt Shields fill up your head and believe your own hype. And that's fine, it's what he's supposed to do. But beneath all of that, you're scared. You're scared because although you have my injuries to exploit, I have wins over Izzy and Tasmin--the girl that's supposedly not as good as you and who beat you too. I have a win over Austen Blackwell, who just competed for a championship and I went toe-to-toe with Gabe Griffin and Donovan LeBlanc. You're not sure what's going to happen. So you can sit back and rest on your narrative that I don't take you seriously, but...how sure are you?"
Jack smirks a bit as he stands up from his couch and grabs a gym bag and heads for the door. It appears that he is going to go train but the cameras don't follow as he opens the door and closes it behind him as the scene fades out.