Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 9:47:03 GMT -5
GARRETT LANDS EGADS, ONE, TWO, THREE! DING DING DING!
I don’t know why I do this to myself. I can’t hate wrestling, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, and I’ve tried to stop watching, especially when Jayson broke into the WFWF, but as much as it hurts to watch I still tune in every week. It’s what actually brought us together, wrestling that is. He didn’t like telling people for some reason, I never found out why, but we met in wrestling school, not at college despite what he usually told people. He wasn’t as big a star yet, I remember seeing him and realizing he was in a couple of movies, but he wasn’t at his current state of popularity. Still though, he brought buzz with him into training. I see this is still true with him; one thing he was always good at was making people notice him.
We were both 20 when we enrolled to the Los Angeles Wrestling Domain, adding to the irony of Jayson’s fake ‘we met in college’ story. Funnily enough, I didn’t even go to college in California, I went to UNLV. First day was nerve-wracking, I was a bit of a wallflower, and I knew no one. This old wrestler, Colin Brennan, was our head trainer, he wrestled as a Celtic warlord named Cocidius and he was gigantic. We had four or five associate trainers with him; they did far more than him. But one time, I remember Colin decided to step in there with Jayson, and Colin was torched in that ring. That was the first and only time he stepped in there with any one of us.
It was three weeks into training when Jayson actually started talking to me. We started hanging out outside of training, and soon enough we started spending a good amount of our time together, not just three to seven on Monday through Thursday nights. After about another month of that, we started officially dating. By this time, he’d gotten exceptionally good; he was wowing everyone including not just us, but the trainers too. Everyone saw his stardom and they all let them know it. He changed a little bit and I pinpoint this as the turning point, so to speak, for Jayson. Not to say he was humble previous to this, he wasn’t at all, but now he had an air of confidence which I’d call cockiness. A lot of people started disliking him and some even started disliking me, still though I stayed with Jayson and after three months we finished our training at the LA Wrestling Domain, but this is where Jayson soon ran into fame.
It started off pretty normal, a couple movies over a few months; the first two were actually close to Sacramento, some wrestling shows around the Sacramento and LA area, he’d joke that in due time we’d be the king and queen of professional wrestling, even though he was joking sometimes I’d believe it. I’d get booked but they were far and few and mainly to valet Jayson, very rarely would I actually wrestle. Everything was great, puppy love I guess. Looking back, there were signs that we wouldn’t last and I think about how foolish I was to have bought into everything he sold me on.
He got his first major out of town role half a year into our relationship, that’s when things started going downhill fast. He was gone for about two months, would almost never respond to calls, when he did they weren’t over a minute unless he had something go wrong. Anything that went wrong was always so petty, like someone didn’t order the brand of bottled water, or someone changed a word in the script. I never thought about it. I just was a good girlfriend and would listen and agree with what he’d say until he hung up. Then I’d keep missing him until he answered his calls or texts. He came home, but something wasn’t right with him I thought. By now we were living together but we may as well have been on different planets. There were times I wouldn’t see him unless he was in the kitchen getting food. He stayed in the bedroom all day; I’d only hear his voice unless he was talking on the phone. I was being ignored and none of my friends were willing to hear me out or help me. The common response was, “Who cares? You’re dating Jayson Garrett!” Only we practically weren’t. We were boyfriend/girlfriend in title alone at this point and it hurt.
It somehow got worse. I don’t know how, but it did. One day, he snapped and called me a liar, called me unfaithful, said I’d been seeing other guys while he was gone away. I had no response. The current me would’ve slapped him and walked out, but I was young and still naïve and my friends had drilled in that dating a movie star was the best part of my life. I’d just walk off, drive around the city, and come back and Jayson would be back to normal, like nothing ever happened. Sometimes he’d even be a really sweet guy like he’d shown in the first three months of us dating. Then he’d get upset for some reason and say that I can’t get away with pulling the wool over his eyes for this long. He seemed paranoid, now that I think it might have been a cover up, blaming me for being unfaithful when he was gone for long periods of time without me. Whatever the reason, it would go on until our last real fight and when he broke up with me.
It’s been about two years, I still vividly remember it though, his words. They stung. He walked in the door from a movie, I don’t remember which one, and he was insanely busy by now. He tossed his back on the couch by the door and as was par for this timeframe, ignored my hello. For the first time, I decided to go try and see what his problem was.
I walked into the bedroom,
“Alright, what’s the matter?”
“What are you talking about Virginia? I’m fine!”
I was flustered, “It’s just, and we really haven’t been talking. I mean, about us.”
“Are you throwing accusations at me? Are you saying I haven’t been true to our relationship, to us? Well you’re one to talk aren’t you? I hear from all these people about how you go to clubs every night while I’m gone, you just have total disregard for us.”
I have no clue where he would’ve heard that. All my friends abandoned me once I started telling them my relationship troubles. They thought I was lying and trying to get money out of Jayson.
“Jayson, you know that isn’t true.” I sat down on the bed, he stood up.
“I know this for a fact and so do you! Sneaking around while I’m gone, I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”
“No, Jayson, I’d never-“
“I should’ve known better than to trust you. All you’ve done to me is become dead weight and causing me unneeded stress.”
At this point I’d go out and leave, hopefully he’d relax, but he kept on.
“Sometimes I’d wish we’d never gotten together. We’re over, right now; I want you out of my life and out of my house!”
I pleaded with him to stop, just reevaluate the situation but he stood firm, he told me if I didn’t leave he’d call the police and have me leave as the house was in his name. So I packed up and left that night.
He never called me again. There were times especially in that first month where I would stay up and hope he would call me, ask me to come back to LA. He fell out of my life after that. I stop going to shows, not that there were many to begin with that I was hired on, and there were far fewer once we broke up. I still watched wrestling, every week, and then Jayson got hired.
I can’t stop watching wrestling. I love it far too much. It still hurts seeing Jayson on my screen, smiling, probably long past our relationship. I’ve been able to block out the worst of times, but it’s been difficult moving on without friends, family, any stable relationships, it’s all been extremely hard. He takes on two guys this week, in my opinion two of the most impressive newcomers in a while, Kyle Matthews and Mason Dixon. They’re a new tag team, I like them. The handicap match provides an odd challenge for Garrett, but as easy as it would be to root against Jayson, I don’t stay bitter over what happened. It’s still hard to watch his matches, but I deal with it. Despite all that, despite everything that’s gone on, everything that’s happened because of it, I can’t hate wrestling.
I don’t know why I do this to myself. I can’t hate wrestling, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, and I’ve tried to stop watching, especially when Jayson broke into the WFWF, but as much as it hurts to watch I still tune in every week. It’s what actually brought us together, wrestling that is. He didn’t like telling people for some reason, I never found out why, but we met in wrestling school, not at college despite what he usually told people. He wasn’t as big a star yet, I remember seeing him and realizing he was in a couple of movies, but he wasn’t at his current state of popularity. Still though, he brought buzz with him into training. I see this is still true with him; one thing he was always good at was making people notice him.
We were both 20 when we enrolled to the Los Angeles Wrestling Domain, adding to the irony of Jayson’s fake ‘we met in college’ story. Funnily enough, I didn’t even go to college in California, I went to UNLV. First day was nerve-wracking, I was a bit of a wallflower, and I knew no one. This old wrestler, Colin Brennan, was our head trainer, he wrestled as a Celtic warlord named Cocidius and he was gigantic. We had four or five associate trainers with him; they did far more than him. But one time, I remember Colin decided to step in there with Jayson, and Colin was torched in that ring. That was the first and only time he stepped in there with any one of us.
It was three weeks into training when Jayson actually started talking to me. We started hanging out outside of training, and soon enough we started spending a good amount of our time together, not just three to seven on Monday through Thursday nights. After about another month of that, we started officially dating. By this time, he’d gotten exceptionally good; he was wowing everyone including not just us, but the trainers too. Everyone saw his stardom and they all let them know it. He changed a little bit and I pinpoint this as the turning point, so to speak, for Jayson. Not to say he was humble previous to this, he wasn’t at all, but now he had an air of confidence which I’d call cockiness. A lot of people started disliking him and some even started disliking me, still though I stayed with Jayson and after three months we finished our training at the LA Wrestling Domain, but this is where Jayson soon ran into fame.
It started off pretty normal, a couple movies over a few months; the first two were actually close to Sacramento, some wrestling shows around the Sacramento and LA area, he’d joke that in due time we’d be the king and queen of professional wrestling, even though he was joking sometimes I’d believe it. I’d get booked but they were far and few and mainly to valet Jayson, very rarely would I actually wrestle. Everything was great, puppy love I guess. Looking back, there were signs that we wouldn’t last and I think about how foolish I was to have bought into everything he sold me on.
He got his first major out of town role half a year into our relationship, that’s when things started going downhill fast. He was gone for about two months, would almost never respond to calls, when he did they weren’t over a minute unless he had something go wrong. Anything that went wrong was always so petty, like someone didn’t order the brand of bottled water, or someone changed a word in the script. I never thought about it. I just was a good girlfriend and would listen and agree with what he’d say until he hung up. Then I’d keep missing him until he answered his calls or texts. He came home, but something wasn’t right with him I thought. By now we were living together but we may as well have been on different planets. There were times I wouldn’t see him unless he was in the kitchen getting food. He stayed in the bedroom all day; I’d only hear his voice unless he was talking on the phone. I was being ignored and none of my friends were willing to hear me out or help me. The common response was, “Who cares? You’re dating Jayson Garrett!” Only we practically weren’t. We were boyfriend/girlfriend in title alone at this point and it hurt.
It somehow got worse. I don’t know how, but it did. One day, he snapped and called me a liar, called me unfaithful, said I’d been seeing other guys while he was gone away. I had no response. The current me would’ve slapped him and walked out, but I was young and still naïve and my friends had drilled in that dating a movie star was the best part of my life. I’d just walk off, drive around the city, and come back and Jayson would be back to normal, like nothing ever happened. Sometimes he’d even be a really sweet guy like he’d shown in the first three months of us dating. Then he’d get upset for some reason and say that I can’t get away with pulling the wool over his eyes for this long. He seemed paranoid, now that I think it might have been a cover up, blaming me for being unfaithful when he was gone for long periods of time without me. Whatever the reason, it would go on until our last real fight and when he broke up with me.
It’s been about two years, I still vividly remember it though, his words. They stung. He walked in the door from a movie, I don’t remember which one, and he was insanely busy by now. He tossed his back on the couch by the door and as was par for this timeframe, ignored my hello. For the first time, I decided to go try and see what his problem was.
I walked into the bedroom,
“Alright, what’s the matter?”
“What are you talking about Virginia? I’m fine!”
I was flustered, “It’s just, and we really haven’t been talking. I mean, about us.”
“Are you throwing accusations at me? Are you saying I haven’t been true to our relationship, to us? Well you’re one to talk aren’t you? I hear from all these people about how you go to clubs every night while I’m gone, you just have total disregard for us.”
I have no clue where he would’ve heard that. All my friends abandoned me once I started telling them my relationship troubles. They thought I was lying and trying to get money out of Jayson.
“Jayson, you know that isn’t true.” I sat down on the bed, he stood up.
“I know this for a fact and so do you! Sneaking around while I’m gone, I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”
“No, Jayson, I’d never-“
“I should’ve known better than to trust you. All you’ve done to me is become dead weight and causing me unneeded stress.”
At this point I’d go out and leave, hopefully he’d relax, but he kept on.
“Sometimes I’d wish we’d never gotten together. We’re over, right now; I want you out of my life and out of my house!”
I pleaded with him to stop, just reevaluate the situation but he stood firm, he told me if I didn’t leave he’d call the police and have me leave as the house was in his name. So I packed up and left that night.
He never called me again. There were times especially in that first month where I would stay up and hope he would call me, ask me to come back to LA. He fell out of my life after that. I stop going to shows, not that there were many to begin with that I was hired on, and there were far fewer once we broke up. I still watched wrestling, every week, and then Jayson got hired.
I can’t stop watching wrestling. I love it far too much. It still hurts seeing Jayson on my screen, smiling, probably long past our relationship. I’ve been able to block out the worst of times, but it’s been difficult moving on without friends, family, any stable relationships, it’s all been extremely hard. He takes on two guys this week, in my opinion two of the most impressive newcomers in a while, Kyle Matthews and Mason Dixon. They’re a new tag team, I like them. The handicap match provides an odd challenge for Garrett, but as easy as it would be to root against Jayson, I don’t stay bitter over what happened. It’s still hard to watch his matches, but I deal with it. Despite all that, despite everything that’s gone on, everything that’s happened because of it, I can’t hate wrestling.
