Rise to the Top
When you step inside a wrestling ring, you become something else. You become something greater; the world belongs to you and you’re above and beyond all levels of life. You look at that crowd; the crowd looks right back. But here, even as I stand alone in a WRP ring, mentally preparing myself for what comes my way, that feeling isn’t there.
So where’s my mind going to be in front of a live crowd?
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March 2, 2016
Jay Savage prepares for a soon-to-be bout against WRP’s own Danny Harris.
“I spoke to Danny a few weeks ago. He... definitely isn’t an easy guy to reach. He does his tour thing, he does his singing, so even I have to ask myself what the hell he’s doing wrestling when he’s making a hell of a lot more just by stretching his vocals.”
Jay leaned on the door frame of the office of one of WRP’s Talent Relations members. His arms crossed over his chest, he shook his head.
“We all have dreams of doing this, even if life leads us elsewhere,” TR simplified.
“I’d rather be a fan of the business if I knew I could afford a yacht.” Jay pushed himself off the door frame, striding about the office. He was visibly irritated.
The producer placed both elbows on his desk, hand over knuckles. A look of concern crossed him. “What’s the matter, Jay?”
“I don’t like preppy little rich boys throwing money in my face,” he snapped. Hand motions pointing at his superior. “I don’t like the idea that while I’m still climbing that ladder, someone gets to skip in line because they throw money away like used up toilet paper.”
He turned away, his back to the man behind the desk. The same man, leaned against his chair. One brow raised. “No, that’s not it...” he told the new comer.
Savage looked over his shoulder.
“You’re scared.”
Then he looked away and scoffed. “Scared?”
“That’s right. Scared. You got screwed over when you reached that shining moment. When you thought you were on top of the world and now? Now you’ve got nothing but independent shows and self-promotion… and you’re scared it’s going to stay that way.”
Jay said nothing, facing the windows with hands at his hips. He was angry at the fact that the words held so much truth.
“You’re poking at Danny because you feel he’s an easy target, given the situation. I understand that... but it’s not an excuse.”
Jay looked at the TR. “What if it happens again? I lost hope once. I don’t think I can do that again.”
“You won’t.”
There was a silent moment as Jay looked outside until an idea snapped in the producer’s head.
“Let me call Danny and have him set aside some time to meet up with you. I think you’ll realize just how much you two have in common.”
Savage said nothing. Instead, he chose to relax on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Do it.”
