Accept Reality Before You Call Yourself Inevitable.
Feb 23, 2024 16:04:17 GMT -6
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Post by Andrew Garrison on Feb 23, 2024 16:04:17 GMT -6
Something has to give.
To say Andrew Garrison has been on a losing streak would be a massive understatement. Frustration is starting to kick in, and it's because he doesn’t understand what the problem is. Why oh why does no one accept the fact that Andrew Garrison is exactly what he says he is, and that's inevitable. Everyone needs to fall in line and accept that reality. There is no one that looks like him, or can fight like him, or be as marketable as he is. It's just a fact!. Why can’t anyone get with this program?
The stench of cattle shit is rampant even at DFW airport as Andrew gets off the plane after flying coach, yeah coach…he is a fucking star why should he be flying coach? He was sick of flying coach. Jesse Styles is a cheap fuck. Already in a bad mood Andrew grabs his luggage shocked that these minimum wage losers didn’t lose it. Surprised that somehow whatever it was that was fucking with him didn’t throw another fuck you at Garrison by losing his gimmick and gear bag before a massive pay per view, or is it a premium live event. Does NEW broadcast on a streaming service? Because he sure as fuck is paid like they do.
Grumbling to himself living in his own misery he begins to walk towards the Uber/cab area, yeah I know cabs still run, what the fuck? How are these damn things still a thing? And why did NEW NOT send a private car to pick him up to take him to Downtown Fort Worth and the Omni hotel where he wasn’t assigned a suite? Andrew Garrison deserves a suite! He deserves everything all the supposed top stars like Valora, Blair Buchannan, and Johnny Stylez get handed to them by Jesse Styles. Fuck even that shithead Hunter Valentyne gets better treatment, and no one can stand that prick.
He gets into the Uber that he ordered as the driver being courteous offers him a bottle of water, under his breath Andrew says thanks and opens up his phone. He starts looking over the details at Dickies Arena in the email from Jese Styles side bitch Andy discussing arrival time to the venue, where to enter, what time rehearsal begins, you know all the bullshit you have to go through to get to the fight everyone came to see, and with this being an Xcore title match it was going to be a fight. It was time to once again focus on Meg Coleman, the ;”fighter” that is trying to prove how tough she is. The “fighter” who has to prove she has a killer instinct by signing the dotted line agreeing to ruin the promising career she actually does have trying to go hardcore with a man like Garrison. In some way he kind of respected her, the fact she's willing to go through absolute hell and pain she has never experienced in her privileged little life to prove herself. That was something Andrew Garrison didn’t have to prove. He knew who he was, it was just the rest of the world that didn’t get the fucking memo.
Andrew arrived at the Omni Hotel. After checking in he treated himself to a steak dinner at Bob's Steak and Chop which is within the hotel itself. After that and a few glasses of wine he made his way to his room, as basic as it gets, and lies down. He had a busy day tomorrow and needed his rest.
The Next Day.
Another Uber picked up Andrew Garrison as they took the short 15 minute car ride to Dickies Arena where it was going to be a full day of rehearsals, meetings, and press to promote Tension in Texas. He directs the driver to drop him off where side bitch Andy said to do in the email from the other day. He gets out and starts walking into the entrance when he is stopped by one of the NEW Staff guys. He hands Andrew a note and he sees it's from Alan Envy, his mentor, and the reason Tension in Texas was even invented by this company.
Yet somehow he was excluded from the poster for the event that he made famous, in his actual hometown…because Hunter Valentyne needed to get top billing. Please…
He opens the letter and it tells him to walk 300 yards to the white barn looking buildings just behind him to Cattle Barn 32. It simply ended with the word Envy. He turns around and sees the massive collection of cattle barns with numerous loading docks behind him. He didn’t understand what was going on but he did what Envy said. After a few moments he arrived and entered the large area, the smell of cow shit blasted him right in the nose and he heard a collection of moos. He held it and looked around and found Envy with what looked like one of the Mexican workers with him. Alan was stroking the back of the cow speaking to him when Garrison walked up to them.
Alan Envy: Ahh, Andrew. I would like you to meet Manuel Esposito.
Andrew looked confused as the man in what looked to be at least his 60’s shook his hand. Garrison looked back at Envy.
Alan Envy: He is going to help you get ready for your match coming up, matter of fact he is going to help you get ready for the rest of your career.
Garrison still looked confused.
Andrew Garrison: So he is a trainer? You don’t want to be my trainer anymore?
Envy smiled as he went back to patting the cow.
Anal Envy: Nah...I've trained you as far as I can. This isn’t wrestling training, this is mental training. We need to get you out of your own head if you want to become the future of NEW like I know you can be. But something is blocking you mentally from doing that. Is it your arrogance? I don’t know. Manuel is a psychologist of 35 years and is one of the best in the country. Your situation reminds me of me when I first started. He got me on track, he can do the same for you.
Andrew Garrison kind of rolled his eyes as he really didn’t want to do this. What worked for Alan god knows how long ago doesn’t necessarily mean it would work for Andrew Garrison.
Andrew Garrison: So where are we having this training? Where is his office located?
Manuel Esposito: Right here, inside the old cattle barn manager’s office. I always found it more effective for people to be uncomfortable with their surroundings when it comes to therapy. From your body language and the way your nose crinkles I can tell you hate the fact you are in this place.
Ok…Andrew was now impressed, because the doc did read him like a book. He would have done everything to leave this cesspool of a place. But then again the entire city of Fort Worth smelled like cow shit and dirt.
Alan Envy: I'll see you in a couple of days kid. Gotta meet up with Brit. I promised her a tour of the Kimbell Art Museum.
Envy winked at Garrison and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder as he walked away.
Manuel Esposito: Shall we?
Hesitantly Andrew followed the psych doc to the office.
Andrew Garrison: So what exactly did you help with Envy so long ago?
Manuel Esposito: Accountability…. I helped him understand that he needs to hold himself accountable in any situation whether he thought he was in the wrong or not. I watched the product because I am a wrestling fan. I’ve seen you work. You’re arrogant, obnoxious, and seem to blame everyone for your problems. Your last match for example against Aily Darrington. She beat you, yet you seem to think you were cheated out of the match. Why?
Andrew Garrison sat down on a dusty couch as Manuel leaned against his desk.
Andrew Garrison: Because the referee is a complete moron and screwed me out of the match. There is no way Ailyn Darrington, a literal jobber, could beat me. That stupid referee quickly counted me, and when I did have her beat he said she got her shoulder up.
Andrew was now in rant mode.
Andrew garrison: You know what it's all a conspiracy. Jesse Styles employs incompetent referees to screw me, keeping me from rising to the top to overthrow his boy Johnny Stylez, to replace his girl Blair Buchannan, and Valora, and his new boy Hunter Valentyne that he pretends like he hates. He has it out for me for some reason. Maybe it's because Alan Envy endorses me. Fuck there has to be heat look at the disrespect Envy has got from him for this event.
Andrew finally stopped ranting and looked at Manuel.
Manuel Esposito: Or….she was just the better wrestler that night? She was motivated because her life is going really well right now? Maybe you’re not in the right place in your personal life and it's bleeding over to your professional one?
Andrew just stared at Manuel. He so wanted to stand up, knock this fucker out, and walk away but out of respect for Alan Envy he didn’t.
Manuel Esposito: Tell me…anything drastic changed in your life recently?
Andrew took a deep breath. He looked to his left hesitant to answer but he decided to anyway.
Andrew Garrison: I got divorced….was just recently finalized and she has more custody over my daughter than I do because of my career choice as so eloquently stated by the judge who spent the whole time looking at Mr….
Ok it was time to stop calling her She who must not be named.
Andrew Garrison: Melina… of course he couldn’t stop staring at her with his eyes screaming how bad he wanted to get in bed with her. Her lawyer definitely had her looking like a 10 believe that. Fucking women….Men always get screwed in the divorce hearings I swear. Same thing happened to my cousin.
Manuel Esposito: And what was the reason why you both decided to divorce each other after you made a contract with God that you are biblically held too?
Andrew Garrison: I don’t think that applies to us all besides Catholics my friend.
Manuel Esposito sighed and rolled his eyes.
Manuel Esposito: Wouldn’t the world be that much easier if we held to our end what the Scriptures asked us to do…anyway….I’ll save that for Sunday Mass. What happened between you two that leads to the divorce.
Andrew Garrison: She got mad at me for taking jobs with wrestling companies that she didn't agree with, then every time I spoke to a female co-worker she got extremely jealous. Every woman to her is a whore or a phony whore. That's why she has zero friends. Only friends quote unquote are the guys that want to sleep with her it seems.
Manuel Esposito documented something in his notebook before looking at Andrew.
Manuel Esposito: And how did you handle it? Let me guess it was all her fault?
Andrew looked at Manuel angrily.
Andrew Garrison: Considering I was trying to help her support our family because she couldn’t just support us being a model and I wanted to feel like a man yes. I blamed her for being a literal psycho. She had no reason to be jealous or to think I would ever cheat on her, I worshiped that woman and did whatever I could to make her happy. It felt like she just wanted me to be the stay at home dad while d\she did all the work, to me that sounds like control. She always said we are fine with money, you don’t need to act like you have to become this big star and make all the money like you think!
This is bullshit Andrew thought to himself. He needed to be mentally preparing for Meg Coleman and thinking about the ways to destroy her and leaving her in a pile of misery to become Xcore champion. Not expressing feelings and personal shit with the cow psychiatrist here.
Manuel Esposito: And what did you do to ease her concerns?
Andrew Garrison: Nothing because I didn’t need to prove myself to her!
Manuel Esposito: Typical….
Andrew sat up in the chair and looked at the old man.
Manuel Esposito: Typical how the man is never at fault right? Ok…so maybe her claims were incorrect, looking at you I don’t think you are a man that doesn’t want to succeed or contribute. You’re not a home body, but obviously your wife thought you to be pretty special enough that she feared that she would lose you by thinking you were cheating on her, or she wanted to be involved in every aspect of your life no matter what level it was, or that she loved you enough to keep you safe. Did that ever cross your mind? Or did your arrogance get in your way again.
Andrew was livid at that moment but the words somewhat resonated with him. He never thought of it that way. He leaned back.
Andrew Garrison: So what you’re saying is….I fucked up.
Manuel reached over and slapped Andrew on the shoulder.
Manuel Esposito: No…I am saying it's important to not let your pride and arrogance get in the way like you have. There is nothing wrong with having either one of those qualities. You just need to learn when they can benefit you instead of detrimental to you. That mentality is what has caused you to struggle recently. That and this divorce situation has clouded your focus.
Andrew sat there in silence holding back emotions. There was no way he was going to shed a tear in front of this guy.
Manuel Esposito: I see you're a special kid. Everyone sees it. Melina did, Alan Envy does, and soon the world will. This is all up to you to prove it .
A loud moo rang out in the barn.
Manuel Esposito: OOHH…..Time to go milk. Session is over. Consider this on the house ok?
The good doctor gets up and slaps Andrew on the shoulder. He leaves the room as Andrew stares off into space before finally collecting his thoughts. After a few moments Andrew got up and left the barn and started heading back to the Dickies Arena.
In a strange way he felt like the world, well some of it, was lifted off him. He just needed to be slapped in the face with a dose of reality, and that reality was he needed to change and be more open to explore outside of his little bubble. That leads to mental clarity. He only had a couple of days to get ready for Meg Coleman and the Xcore title match. But he still had something weighing him down, that was when he picked his phone up. As he continued walking to the Arena he placed the phone to his ear and greeted the person on the other line.
Andrew Garrison: Mel? No wait, don't hang up. No…..Well..I do want to talk to Winter but…I need to talk to you….
To say Andrew Garrison has been on a losing streak would be a massive understatement. Frustration is starting to kick in, and it's because he doesn’t understand what the problem is. Why oh why does no one accept the fact that Andrew Garrison is exactly what he says he is, and that's inevitable. Everyone needs to fall in line and accept that reality. There is no one that looks like him, or can fight like him, or be as marketable as he is. It's just a fact!. Why can’t anyone get with this program?
The stench of cattle shit is rampant even at DFW airport as Andrew gets off the plane after flying coach, yeah coach…he is a fucking star why should he be flying coach? He was sick of flying coach. Jesse Styles is a cheap fuck. Already in a bad mood Andrew grabs his luggage shocked that these minimum wage losers didn’t lose it. Surprised that somehow whatever it was that was fucking with him didn’t throw another fuck you at Garrison by losing his gimmick and gear bag before a massive pay per view, or is it a premium live event. Does NEW broadcast on a streaming service? Because he sure as fuck is paid like they do.
Grumbling to himself living in his own misery he begins to walk towards the Uber/cab area, yeah I know cabs still run, what the fuck? How are these damn things still a thing? And why did NEW NOT send a private car to pick him up to take him to Downtown Fort Worth and the Omni hotel where he wasn’t assigned a suite? Andrew Garrison deserves a suite! He deserves everything all the supposed top stars like Valora, Blair Buchannan, and Johnny Stylez get handed to them by Jesse Styles. Fuck even that shithead Hunter Valentyne gets better treatment, and no one can stand that prick.
He gets into the Uber that he ordered as the driver being courteous offers him a bottle of water, under his breath Andrew says thanks and opens up his phone. He starts looking over the details at Dickies Arena in the email from Jese Styles side bitch Andy discussing arrival time to the venue, where to enter, what time rehearsal begins, you know all the bullshit you have to go through to get to the fight everyone came to see, and with this being an Xcore title match it was going to be a fight. It was time to once again focus on Meg Coleman, the ;”fighter” that is trying to prove how tough she is. The “fighter” who has to prove she has a killer instinct by signing the dotted line agreeing to ruin the promising career she actually does have trying to go hardcore with a man like Garrison. In some way he kind of respected her, the fact she's willing to go through absolute hell and pain she has never experienced in her privileged little life to prove herself. That was something Andrew Garrison didn’t have to prove. He knew who he was, it was just the rest of the world that didn’t get the fucking memo.
Andrew arrived at the Omni Hotel. After checking in he treated himself to a steak dinner at Bob's Steak and Chop which is within the hotel itself. After that and a few glasses of wine he made his way to his room, as basic as it gets, and lies down. He had a busy day tomorrow and needed his rest.
The Next Day.
Another Uber picked up Andrew Garrison as they took the short 15 minute car ride to Dickies Arena where it was going to be a full day of rehearsals, meetings, and press to promote Tension in Texas. He directs the driver to drop him off where side bitch Andy said to do in the email from the other day. He gets out and starts walking into the entrance when he is stopped by one of the NEW Staff guys. He hands Andrew a note and he sees it's from Alan Envy, his mentor, and the reason Tension in Texas was even invented by this company.
Yet somehow he was excluded from the poster for the event that he made famous, in his actual hometown…because Hunter Valentyne needed to get top billing. Please…
He opens the letter and it tells him to walk 300 yards to the white barn looking buildings just behind him to Cattle Barn 32. It simply ended with the word Envy. He turns around and sees the massive collection of cattle barns with numerous loading docks behind him. He didn’t understand what was going on but he did what Envy said. After a few moments he arrived and entered the large area, the smell of cow shit blasted him right in the nose and he heard a collection of moos. He held it and looked around and found Envy with what looked like one of the Mexican workers with him. Alan was stroking the back of the cow speaking to him when Garrison walked up to them.
Alan Envy: Ahh, Andrew. I would like you to meet Manuel Esposito.
Andrew looked confused as the man in what looked to be at least his 60’s shook his hand. Garrison looked back at Envy.
Alan Envy: He is going to help you get ready for your match coming up, matter of fact he is going to help you get ready for the rest of your career.
Garrison still looked confused.
Andrew Garrison: So he is a trainer? You don’t want to be my trainer anymore?
Envy smiled as he went back to patting the cow.
Anal Envy: Nah...I've trained you as far as I can. This isn’t wrestling training, this is mental training. We need to get you out of your own head if you want to become the future of NEW like I know you can be. But something is blocking you mentally from doing that. Is it your arrogance? I don’t know. Manuel is a psychologist of 35 years and is one of the best in the country. Your situation reminds me of me when I first started. He got me on track, he can do the same for you.
Andrew Garrison kind of rolled his eyes as he really didn’t want to do this. What worked for Alan god knows how long ago doesn’t necessarily mean it would work for Andrew Garrison.
Andrew Garrison: So where are we having this training? Where is his office located?
Manuel Esposito: Right here, inside the old cattle barn manager’s office. I always found it more effective for people to be uncomfortable with their surroundings when it comes to therapy. From your body language and the way your nose crinkles I can tell you hate the fact you are in this place.
Ok…Andrew was now impressed, because the doc did read him like a book. He would have done everything to leave this cesspool of a place. But then again the entire city of Fort Worth smelled like cow shit and dirt.
Alan Envy: I'll see you in a couple of days kid. Gotta meet up with Brit. I promised her a tour of the Kimbell Art Museum.
Envy winked at Garrison and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder as he walked away.
Manuel Esposito: Shall we?
Hesitantly Andrew followed the psych doc to the office.
Andrew Garrison: So what exactly did you help with Envy so long ago?
Manuel Esposito: Accountability…. I helped him understand that he needs to hold himself accountable in any situation whether he thought he was in the wrong or not. I watched the product because I am a wrestling fan. I’ve seen you work. You’re arrogant, obnoxious, and seem to blame everyone for your problems. Your last match for example against Aily Darrington. She beat you, yet you seem to think you were cheated out of the match. Why?
Andrew Garrison sat down on a dusty couch as Manuel leaned against his desk.
Andrew Garrison: Because the referee is a complete moron and screwed me out of the match. There is no way Ailyn Darrington, a literal jobber, could beat me. That stupid referee quickly counted me, and when I did have her beat he said she got her shoulder up.
Andrew was now in rant mode.
Andrew garrison: You know what it's all a conspiracy. Jesse Styles employs incompetent referees to screw me, keeping me from rising to the top to overthrow his boy Johnny Stylez, to replace his girl Blair Buchannan, and Valora, and his new boy Hunter Valentyne that he pretends like he hates. He has it out for me for some reason. Maybe it's because Alan Envy endorses me. Fuck there has to be heat look at the disrespect Envy has got from him for this event.
Andrew finally stopped ranting and looked at Manuel.
Manuel Esposito: Or….she was just the better wrestler that night? She was motivated because her life is going really well right now? Maybe you’re not in the right place in your personal life and it's bleeding over to your professional one?
Andrew just stared at Manuel. He so wanted to stand up, knock this fucker out, and walk away but out of respect for Alan Envy he didn’t.
Manuel Esposito: Tell me…anything drastic changed in your life recently?
Andrew took a deep breath. He looked to his left hesitant to answer but he decided to anyway.
Andrew Garrison: I got divorced….was just recently finalized and she has more custody over my daughter than I do because of my career choice as so eloquently stated by the judge who spent the whole time looking at Mr….
Ok it was time to stop calling her She who must not be named.
Andrew Garrison: Melina… of course he couldn’t stop staring at her with his eyes screaming how bad he wanted to get in bed with her. Her lawyer definitely had her looking like a 10 believe that. Fucking women….Men always get screwed in the divorce hearings I swear. Same thing happened to my cousin.
Manuel Esposito: And what was the reason why you both decided to divorce each other after you made a contract with God that you are biblically held too?
Andrew Garrison: I don’t think that applies to us all besides Catholics my friend.
Manuel Esposito sighed and rolled his eyes.
Manuel Esposito: Wouldn’t the world be that much easier if we held to our end what the Scriptures asked us to do…anyway….I’ll save that for Sunday Mass. What happened between you two that leads to the divorce.
Andrew Garrison: She got mad at me for taking jobs with wrestling companies that she didn't agree with, then every time I spoke to a female co-worker she got extremely jealous. Every woman to her is a whore or a phony whore. That's why she has zero friends. Only friends quote unquote are the guys that want to sleep with her it seems.
Manuel Esposito documented something in his notebook before looking at Andrew.
Manuel Esposito: And how did you handle it? Let me guess it was all her fault?
Andrew looked at Manuel angrily.
Andrew Garrison: Considering I was trying to help her support our family because she couldn’t just support us being a model and I wanted to feel like a man yes. I blamed her for being a literal psycho. She had no reason to be jealous or to think I would ever cheat on her, I worshiped that woman and did whatever I could to make her happy. It felt like she just wanted me to be the stay at home dad while d\she did all the work, to me that sounds like control. She always said we are fine with money, you don’t need to act like you have to become this big star and make all the money like you think!
This is bullshit Andrew thought to himself. He needed to be mentally preparing for Meg Coleman and thinking about the ways to destroy her and leaving her in a pile of misery to become Xcore champion. Not expressing feelings and personal shit with the cow psychiatrist here.
Manuel Esposito: And what did you do to ease her concerns?
Andrew Garrison: Nothing because I didn’t need to prove myself to her!
Manuel Esposito: Typical….
Andrew sat up in the chair and looked at the old man.
Manuel Esposito: Typical how the man is never at fault right? Ok…so maybe her claims were incorrect, looking at you I don’t think you are a man that doesn’t want to succeed or contribute. You’re not a home body, but obviously your wife thought you to be pretty special enough that she feared that she would lose you by thinking you were cheating on her, or she wanted to be involved in every aspect of your life no matter what level it was, or that she loved you enough to keep you safe. Did that ever cross your mind? Or did your arrogance get in your way again.
Andrew was livid at that moment but the words somewhat resonated with him. He never thought of it that way. He leaned back.
Andrew Garrison: So what you’re saying is….I fucked up.
Manuel reached over and slapped Andrew on the shoulder.
Manuel Esposito: No…I am saying it's important to not let your pride and arrogance get in the way like you have. There is nothing wrong with having either one of those qualities. You just need to learn when they can benefit you instead of detrimental to you. That mentality is what has caused you to struggle recently. That and this divorce situation has clouded your focus.
Andrew sat there in silence holding back emotions. There was no way he was going to shed a tear in front of this guy.
Manuel Esposito: I see you're a special kid. Everyone sees it. Melina did, Alan Envy does, and soon the world will. This is all up to you to prove it .
A loud moo rang out in the barn.
Manuel Esposito: OOHH…..Time to go milk. Session is over. Consider this on the house ok?
The good doctor gets up and slaps Andrew on the shoulder. He leaves the room as Andrew stares off into space before finally collecting his thoughts. After a few moments Andrew got up and left the barn and started heading back to the Dickies Arena.
In a strange way he felt like the world, well some of it, was lifted off him. He just needed to be slapped in the face with a dose of reality, and that reality was he needed to change and be more open to explore outside of his little bubble. That leads to mental clarity. He only had a couple of days to get ready for Meg Coleman and the Xcore title match. But he still had something weighing him down, that was when he picked his phone up. As he continued walking to the Arena he placed the phone to his ear and greeted the person on the other line.
Andrew Garrison: Mel? No wait, don't hang up. No…..Well..I do want to talk to Winter but…I need to talk to you….