Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 8:09:02 GMT -5
The room is totally white. There are no pictures on the walls or no other colors, it’s only white. The camera flashes and the lights that come from it are seen all throughout the room. The photo shoots’ director, Paul, sits in a chair to the left of the main camera.
“Alright Jayson turn to the right,” SNAP, “perfect, now face the camera with your right hand holding up the belt,” SNAP, “great, now give us the Garrett smirk while raising the belt,” SNAP, “wonderful as always Jayson. Alright while you guys adjust the lighting let’s take a quick break. Jayson there's food over there if you'd like anything to eat.”
“Thanks Paul.”
Photo shoots aren’t anything new to me. I do them all the time. At this point they’re just another cost of fame. This one is different though. This one is the first one as WFWF Tag Team Champion. What a better way to quick off the reign of Jayson Garrett then to have a nice photo shoot in my honor. Superbrawl was without a doubt the biggest night of my life. On that night I left champion and to deliver a beat down to a name that’s haunted me my entire career, Ace Bennett. Mr. Bennett’s name has followed me since the day I debuted in this company. I’d been called the next Ace Bennett and while Ace has had a career in WFWF that has been very good, I’m not the “next” anyone. I’ll carve my path out; I’m not going to be the understudy to Ace’s career. I’m going to set out and when you look back at me after I retire then and only then will you be allowed to compare me and Ace and you’ll see my career has surpassed his. I’m not going to be the next Ace Bennett. The only thing I’m focused on is becoming the first Jayson Garrett.
That’s not my concern for Reborn though. That would be turning my attention toward defeating Enchanted and Slanted once again and Josh Dean. Enchanted and Slanted couldn’t prevent me from taking the titles at Superbrawl and they won’t prevent me from another victory. I’m going to prove to you two that the best you’ll ever be is lackeys and you should stay away from my title. Josh Dean is a man who came back with much fanfare, lots of celebration and shock and awe. Josh doesn’t know what’s about to hit him. Maybe the third time will be the charm for your return because I’m going to make sure you start back up with another loss to your name at my hands. My first match as a champion which proves I’m the here and now and my next step is to back it up yet again by beating you three.
I get back to the photo area, careful not to leave any crumbs from the bagel I just had on my suit. I pick the title up from the table I set it down on so I could grab my food and stare at it for a couple seconds.
“Jayson, ready?”
“Yeah,” the belt isn’t heavy for me, but the average guy would struggle with picking it off the ground. Due to the fact I got it a shining from my friend in LA the night before this suit you can see your reflection in it if it weren’t for the center WFWF decal and the nameplate that reads “Jayson Garrett” in black lettering etched into the glimmering gold. The shiny gold belt is only made brighter with the bright lights and white room. I put the championship belt over my shoulder and head back in front of the camera.
“Camera ready? Great. The lighting looks good. Jayson can you take just one step to the right. Actually, Jayson, can you wear the belt?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you. Under the suit coat please.” I oblige to Paul’s requests. He’s done at least five photo shoots for me before. He’s a well known guy among members of the magazine world. He’s one man in Hollywood that actually deserves respect.
“Okay, and hold out the coat, show off the belt.” SNAP “Great, hold it,” SNAP, SNAP “Found our cover photo right there I’d say. Alright—“
My phone rings from the inside coat pocket. I pull it out and the caller ID reads Susannah Frame.
“I’ve gotta take this.”
“Feel free. No rush.” He and the other camera and lighting guys leave the set leaving me alone in the main room. I sit down in Paul’s chair and answer.
“Frame? What’s going on?”
“Jayson, hello, I need you in Seattle as soon as possible.”
“What? Are you joking? I’m in the middle of a photo shoot. Can’t you just tell me whatever you need to tell me in Seattle now?”
“I’m sorry to bug you but I have to show you something and I can’t tell you over the phone. It involves Chase. Look I don’t have time, Jayson you need to come up here. Chase’s house is condemned and this situation is a mess you need to be aware of.”
“They condemned his house? Everett’s police department called me asking about him but I didn’t hear anything back.”
“I’m aware they called you. Was that just to see about his whereabouts?”
“They called just to see how he was in the days leading up to Superbrawl. I told them I walked in on him in a delirious state.”
“Okay, well there’s something else that I need you to be in Everett for.”
“You’re sure this can’t wait?”
“I’ve never called you before have I?” That is true, the only reason I even have her number is so I could have Chase’s address. She must’ve saved it once I called.
“You’re lucky I owe you one for giving me Chase’s address. But you’re paying me back my money for the flight.”
“Fine, this is more important than money.”
“Whatever, I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“I’ll be at the airport to pick you up.”
“Okay, just, this better be really important.”
“I assure you it is.”
“Alright, bye.”
I hang up. I guess it has to be important. Besides, I’ve made trips up there to meet up with Chase, I might as well find out why Chase’s house is condemned and see what is happening with him.
“Paul, there’s been a change of plans. I’m needed up in Seattle. My buddy’s (I’m using this term loosely) in a bit of a jam.”
“I completely understand your situation. We’ve got enough for your photo shoot I think. Keep in touch, we’ll have lunch sometime.”
“I will, take care.” I grab the belt and pull my phone back out and call the airport.
“Hello, this is United Air how may I help you?”
“Hi. This is Jayson Garrett. I need a first class ticket to the next flight to Seattle and I don’t care if you have to bump someone off it. I’ll pay whatever I need to.”
“Oh my goodness! Hello! Of course Mr. Garrett, right away!”
Perfect, just what I like, star struck airline receptionist willing to bump someone off for me. I love LA.
“There are still two extra seats in first class.”
“That would be great, give me one.”
“Of course sir, your flight leaves in two hours. Your boarding pass is available now. Since you’ve flown with us before I have your e-mail here in our database and have sent your boarding pass. Once you print it out and you’ll be ready to fly.”
“Thank you, you’ve done excellent.” I say, voice dripping with insincere charm, but the woman on the other end none the wiser. She giggles.
“Why thank you Mr. Garrett, have a nice flight!”
I hang up with my mission accomplished. I drive home and pack a suitcase and print out the boarding pass and drive myself over to the familiar surroundings of LAX. I garner attention with flight passengers when I fly but with my championship belt it’s only multiplied. I finally get through security, back to Rainsville I go.
Flights are when I sort out my thoughts for the most part. I’ve been thinking about the events of Superbrawl, what I did, what went down, for a long while now. I’m all for a good sneak attack. I’ve executed my fair share of them. I get the reasoning behind them; when someone’s vulnerable, you’ve got to take your opportunity. It takes a serious level of low though to jump a man whom you called your friend not 24 hours before and ruin his moment. I don’t respect that many people and I’m sure every single person is well aware of the fact I like even fewer. Shawn Malakai is a person that I do respect. A guy that took me to the limit in my third match, a guy that on his deathbed took the WFWF World Championship. A guy that went through a tortuous match against four other competitors in a cell, almost as impressive as my victory over six men in a TLC match, but I digress. This man got over that, and then got dropped by Ace Bennett. I obviously won’t speak for Dex but I ran out there because I’m willing to hold some shred of dignity in this freak show full of monsters and crazies and freaks. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not a kind person, but I understand a crime when I see one and Shawn Malakai was a victim and Ace Bennett fit the bill of a criminal.
I am a champion. It feels great. I’ve finally proven to everyone that I’m a star here in the WFWF. I’ve proven that now to my critics, the doubters, the fans, even the guys in the back. I’ve shown them that I’m worthy of championship glory. Climbing the ladder and grabbing that title hanging high above the ring was a reward in itself, and now as champion there’ll be even more eyes upon me. These eyes that will be wide open thought I was just another pretty face. That’s no more. From here on out there’s no choice but to call me the here and now of professional wrestling.
I get off the plane and make my way through the concourse. It’s far less busy than LAX. It lacks the amount of people, the bustling around the concourse, and the amount of noise. It’s always quieter I’ve noticed. I take the escalator to the baggage claim and Frame is there waiting for me. She comes up to me, arm extended.
“First time we’ve met in person I believe,” I shake her hand, “pleasure to meet you. I’m terribly sorry it couldn’t be under better circumstances.”
“Well I wish I knew what exactly the circumstances we’re meeting under are.”
“I’m parked out in the garage. I’ll take you to Chase’s house so you can see for yourself.”
We enter the parking structure which is welcome sanctuary from the pounding rain. She backs out in her Ford Focus. The car is cluttered, but lacking in trash. There’s a laptop computer in the backseat, several pairs of ear buds, a larger pair of headphones, and files and notebooks stacked upon each other. I imagine she doesn’t travel with anyone back there much.
“Apologies for a bit of clutter, it’s what I’ve needed all week.”
“For work or Chase?”
“Some of both.”
She continues down the freeway. I’m not sure how to react to what’s going on so I stay silent, checking my Twitter occasionally. She finally pulls off the freeway on an exit and maneuvers down the side streets that lead to Chase’s home.
“Here it is.”
It was indeed condemned. I spot an 8x11 piece of paper on the battered screen door. I can’t make it out from the car so I pull my hood up and go on the porch and read the note.
NOTICE: This building is condemned for occupancy by order of officials of the city of Everett, Washington. Violation of order subject to penalties.
“Have you tried calling the city?”
“Yeah. That’s how I knew you were called. This is the part I wanted you here for.”
“Well can we go back to the car? I’d rather not catch a cold out here.”
“Fine.” She unlocks the door and I hop back into the passenger seat.
“Okay, better, continue.”
She takes a deep breath.
“Chase Landon…Chase left police custody after being taken in for questioning,” she begins to tear up.
“Whoa. Okay, let’s go one step at a time. Why was he taken in? Do you know?”
“It was for the disappearance of him and his friend, Victor Danzmare. The old police chief from his original hometown was in town for this and they found him gone after a five-minute break.”
“Okay, so what did they do following that.”
“They came here to look-“ I interrupt.
“Wait, has Chase contacted you? When’s the last time you spoke to Chase?”
“Chase found me, he asked for help. But Chase, (tears begin to come down her face recalling the memory) Chase isn’t what you think he is.”
The hotel.
“What do you mean he’s not what I think?!”
“They found a note,” she takes a breath and continues to cry.
“From who?”
“Victor. It was from Victor. It was a thank you. Jacques Fairbanks, his friend, he made Victor into Chase when Chase went missing.”
“I don’t get it.”
She turns and looks at me for the first time while telling the story.
“Jayson, Chase Landon is Victor Danzmare.”
“Alright Jayson turn to the right,” SNAP, “perfect, now face the camera with your right hand holding up the belt,” SNAP, “great, now give us the Garrett smirk while raising the belt,” SNAP, “wonderful as always Jayson. Alright while you guys adjust the lighting let’s take a quick break. Jayson there's food over there if you'd like anything to eat.”
“Thanks Paul.”
Photo shoots aren’t anything new to me. I do them all the time. At this point they’re just another cost of fame. This one is different though. This one is the first one as WFWF Tag Team Champion. What a better way to quick off the reign of Jayson Garrett then to have a nice photo shoot in my honor. Superbrawl was without a doubt the biggest night of my life. On that night I left champion and to deliver a beat down to a name that’s haunted me my entire career, Ace Bennett. Mr. Bennett’s name has followed me since the day I debuted in this company. I’d been called the next Ace Bennett and while Ace has had a career in WFWF that has been very good, I’m not the “next” anyone. I’ll carve my path out; I’m not going to be the understudy to Ace’s career. I’m going to set out and when you look back at me after I retire then and only then will you be allowed to compare me and Ace and you’ll see my career has surpassed his. I’m not going to be the next Ace Bennett. The only thing I’m focused on is becoming the first Jayson Garrett.
That’s not my concern for Reborn though. That would be turning my attention toward defeating Enchanted and Slanted once again and Josh Dean. Enchanted and Slanted couldn’t prevent me from taking the titles at Superbrawl and they won’t prevent me from another victory. I’m going to prove to you two that the best you’ll ever be is lackeys and you should stay away from my title. Josh Dean is a man who came back with much fanfare, lots of celebration and shock and awe. Josh doesn’t know what’s about to hit him. Maybe the third time will be the charm for your return because I’m going to make sure you start back up with another loss to your name at my hands. My first match as a champion which proves I’m the here and now and my next step is to back it up yet again by beating you three.
I get back to the photo area, careful not to leave any crumbs from the bagel I just had on my suit. I pick the title up from the table I set it down on so I could grab my food and stare at it for a couple seconds.
“Jayson, ready?”
“Yeah,” the belt isn’t heavy for me, but the average guy would struggle with picking it off the ground. Due to the fact I got it a shining from my friend in LA the night before this suit you can see your reflection in it if it weren’t for the center WFWF decal and the nameplate that reads “Jayson Garrett” in black lettering etched into the glimmering gold. The shiny gold belt is only made brighter with the bright lights and white room. I put the championship belt over my shoulder and head back in front of the camera.
“Camera ready? Great. The lighting looks good. Jayson can you take just one step to the right. Actually, Jayson, can you wear the belt?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you. Under the suit coat please.” I oblige to Paul’s requests. He’s done at least five photo shoots for me before. He’s a well known guy among members of the magazine world. He’s one man in Hollywood that actually deserves respect.
“Okay, and hold out the coat, show off the belt.” SNAP “Great, hold it,” SNAP, SNAP “Found our cover photo right there I’d say. Alright—“
My phone rings from the inside coat pocket. I pull it out and the caller ID reads Susannah Frame.
“I’ve gotta take this.”
“Feel free. No rush.” He and the other camera and lighting guys leave the set leaving me alone in the main room. I sit down in Paul’s chair and answer.
“Frame? What’s going on?”
“Jayson, hello, I need you in Seattle as soon as possible.”
“What? Are you joking? I’m in the middle of a photo shoot. Can’t you just tell me whatever you need to tell me in Seattle now?”
“I’m sorry to bug you but I have to show you something and I can’t tell you over the phone. It involves Chase. Look I don’t have time, Jayson you need to come up here. Chase’s house is condemned and this situation is a mess you need to be aware of.”
“They condemned his house? Everett’s police department called me asking about him but I didn’t hear anything back.”
“I’m aware they called you. Was that just to see about his whereabouts?”
“They called just to see how he was in the days leading up to Superbrawl. I told them I walked in on him in a delirious state.”
“Okay, well there’s something else that I need you to be in Everett for.”
“You’re sure this can’t wait?”
“I’ve never called you before have I?” That is true, the only reason I even have her number is so I could have Chase’s address. She must’ve saved it once I called.
“You’re lucky I owe you one for giving me Chase’s address. But you’re paying me back my money for the flight.”
“Fine, this is more important than money.”
“Whatever, I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“I’ll be at the airport to pick you up.”
“Okay, just, this better be really important.”
“I assure you it is.”
“Alright, bye.”
I hang up. I guess it has to be important. Besides, I’ve made trips up there to meet up with Chase, I might as well find out why Chase’s house is condemned and see what is happening with him.
“Paul, there’s been a change of plans. I’m needed up in Seattle. My buddy’s (I’m using this term loosely) in a bit of a jam.”
“I completely understand your situation. We’ve got enough for your photo shoot I think. Keep in touch, we’ll have lunch sometime.”
“I will, take care.” I grab the belt and pull my phone back out and call the airport.
“Hello, this is United Air how may I help you?”
“Hi. This is Jayson Garrett. I need a first class ticket to the next flight to Seattle and I don’t care if you have to bump someone off it. I’ll pay whatever I need to.”
“Oh my goodness! Hello! Of course Mr. Garrett, right away!”
Perfect, just what I like, star struck airline receptionist willing to bump someone off for me. I love LA.
“There are still two extra seats in first class.”
“That would be great, give me one.”
“Of course sir, your flight leaves in two hours. Your boarding pass is available now. Since you’ve flown with us before I have your e-mail here in our database and have sent your boarding pass. Once you print it out and you’ll be ready to fly.”
“Thank you, you’ve done excellent.” I say, voice dripping with insincere charm, but the woman on the other end none the wiser. She giggles.
“Why thank you Mr. Garrett, have a nice flight!”
I hang up with my mission accomplished. I drive home and pack a suitcase and print out the boarding pass and drive myself over to the familiar surroundings of LAX. I garner attention with flight passengers when I fly but with my championship belt it’s only multiplied. I finally get through security, back to Rainsville I go.
Flights are when I sort out my thoughts for the most part. I’ve been thinking about the events of Superbrawl, what I did, what went down, for a long while now. I’m all for a good sneak attack. I’ve executed my fair share of them. I get the reasoning behind them; when someone’s vulnerable, you’ve got to take your opportunity. It takes a serious level of low though to jump a man whom you called your friend not 24 hours before and ruin his moment. I don’t respect that many people and I’m sure every single person is well aware of the fact I like even fewer. Shawn Malakai is a person that I do respect. A guy that took me to the limit in my third match, a guy that on his deathbed took the WFWF World Championship. A guy that went through a tortuous match against four other competitors in a cell, almost as impressive as my victory over six men in a TLC match, but I digress. This man got over that, and then got dropped by Ace Bennett. I obviously won’t speak for Dex but I ran out there because I’m willing to hold some shred of dignity in this freak show full of monsters and crazies and freaks. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not a kind person, but I understand a crime when I see one and Shawn Malakai was a victim and Ace Bennett fit the bill of a criminal.
I am a champion. It feels great. I’ve finally proven to everyone that I’m a star here in the WFWF. I’ve proven that now to my critics, the doubters, the fans, even the guys in the back. I’ve shown them that I’m worthy of championship glory. Climbing the ladder and grabbing that title hanging high above the ring was a reward in itself, and now as champion there’ll be even more eyes upon me. These eyes that will be wide open thought I was just another pretty face. That’s no more. From here on out there’s no choice but to call me the here and now of professional wrestling.
I get off the plane and make my way through the concourse. It’s far less busy than LAX. It lacks the amount of people, the bustling around the concourse, and the amount of noise. It’s always quieter I’ve noticed. I take the escalator to the baggage claim and Frame is there waiting for me. She comes up to me, arm extended.
“First time we’ve met in person I believe,” I shake her hand, “pleasure to meet you. I’m terribly sorry it couldn’t be under better circumstances.”
“Well I wish I knew what exactly the circumstances we’re meeting under are.”
“I’m parked out in the garage. I’ll take you to Chase’s house so you can see for yourself.”
We enter the parking structure which is welcome sanctuary from the pounding rain. She backs out in her Ford Focus. The car is cluttered, but lacking in trash. There’s a laptop computer in the backseat, several pairs of ear buds, a larger pair of headphones, and files and notebooks stacked upon each other. I imagine she doesn’t travel with anyone back there much.
“Apologies for a bit of clutter, it’s what I’ve needed all week.”
“For work or Chase?”
“Some of both.”
She continues down the freeway. I’m not sure how to react to what’s going on so I stay silent, checking my Twitter occasionally. She finally pulls off the freeway on an exit and maneuvers down the side streets that lead to Chase’s home.
“Here it is.”
It was indeed condemned. I spot an 8x11 piece of paper on the battered screen door. I can’t make it out from the car so I pull my hood up and go on the porch and read the note.
NOTICE: This building is condemned for occupancy by order of officials of the city of Everett, Washington. Violation of order subject to penalties.
“Have you tried calling the city?”
“Yeah. That’s how I knew you were called. This is the part I wanted you here for.”
“Well can we go back to the car? I’d rather not catch a cold out here.”
“Fine.” She unlocks the door and I hop back into the passenger seat.
“Okay, better, continue.”
She takes a deep breath.
“Chase Landon…Chase left police custody after being taken in for questioning,” she begins to tear up.
“Whoa. Okay, let’s go one step at a time. Why was he taken in? Do you know?”
“It was for the disappearance of him and his friend, Victor Danzmare. The old police chief from his original hometown was in town for this and they found him gone after a five-minute break.”
“Okay, so what did they do following that.”
“They came here to look-“ I interrupt.
“Wait, has Chase contacted you? When’s the last time you spoke to Chase?”
“Chase found me, he asked for help. But Chase, (tears begin to come down her face recalling the memory) Chase isn’t what you think he is.”
The hotel.
“What do you mean he’s not what I think?!”
“They found a note,” she takes a breath and continues to cry.
“From who?”
“Victor. It was from Victor. It was a thank you. Jacques Fairbanks, his friend, he made Victor into Chase when Chase went missing.”
“I don’t get it.”
She turns and looks at me for the first time while telling the story.
“Jayson, Chase Landon is Victor Danzmare.”
