Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 19:35:37 GMT -5
It’s early morning in Sacramento. I’m sitting in my chair in the front room, watching the television. The sun is shining right into my eyes. The birds are outside, mocking me. Even the TV goes fuzzy every now and then. It mocks my loss to Justin Tyger. That now, unbeknownst to them, is water under the bridge. Even I, despite my greatness, must lose eventually, and I did to Justin Tyger. But that’s not what bothers me. What does is the fact that I’m sure Drakz took great joy in seeing me fall in that match. I’m sure he was watching backstage before his match with Cameron Stone, trying to get the upper hand for our soon to be war. He probably saw the loss I suffered and smiled before continuing to get ready, taping his wrists, putting on his stupid yellow and silver boots, and he heads out to the ring and he was fine and happy when he won. I’m sure he wasn’t happy though when I ran out there and attacked him with a steel chair and rained chair shot upon chair shot upon chair shot to him. Drakz better be thankful that Lila was able to give me what I wanted because that was the only thing that prevented him from being taken out of our battle before it even started. What happened at Twisted will be burned into everyone’s memory. At the end of the day I stood tall over Drakz, and that’s just a sign of things to come.
Drakz I’m sure thinks he could outsmart me. I’m just some kid from Hollywood, Drakz is a master of psychological and in ring warfare and he thinks that I can’t match my talk. At Twisted though I proved to him certainly and to all the other fellow competitors and fans that I will dirty my hands. I am not just some Hollywood good looks like Drakz desperately hoped was the case when he called me out. I will not wrestle you like you think. I’m just some pretty boy you thought, I say thought because after the beating and message I sent to you, you would have to be a fool to think I’m not willing to go to a different level to win. I will be in a fight with you that I know for a fact you wouldn’t think would be possible out of me. You’ve been given warning that I am going to beat you within an inch of your career and if that means I’ll have to go that extra inch to finally prove myself to everyone, then you certainly won’t need me to tell you twice that I will.
The phone buzzes on the table. It’s Frame once again.
“What’s the news?”
“Well, I know where Chase is at now.”
“I saw the videos at the show, just because I can’t see the jumbotron doesn’t mean I can’t see what’s happening on it.”
“I just wanted to make sure you knew. But anyways, I called because they allow some visitors, I was able to put in a good word with the staff for you and if you want to see Chase here’s your best shot at it.”
Of course, the week Chase decides to reappear on Earth I’m preparing for war. Still, this is the first time and it’s important for the sake of being champion that I want to know what his deal is.
“Okay, I’ll come tonight.”
“Great, you’ll need to fly into Spokane though, I’ll take you there. It’s Eastern State Hospital, only about 20 minutes away. There's only one flight that comes from Sacramento here, it's at 4:10.”
“Alright, I'll be on that one then.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Bye.”
She hangs up. More traveling to Washington, at least this isn’t just a clue; this is really where Chase is. There’s one flight at 4:10, still mostly full in first class. I buy a ticket and begin to pack my bag.
I drive myself over to the airport and go through standard flight boarding protocol, security, being stopped, asked to sign stuff and take pictures, the usual things that a star has to deal with at airports. I’m able at this point to do it without being angered over it but it’s still more than just a minor annoyance at times. Luckily, I made sure to get there early and I had more than enough time to settle in by the gate. I’m reading through the US Weekly from last week since this airport never seems to keep up to date stock of their magazines. I’m interrupted by a tap on the shoulder:
“Excuse me, Jayson Garrett?”
“Yes, that would be me?”
I look up and see a middle aged guy holding the most recent WFWF Magazine.
“I’m sorry to bother you but would you sign this?”
I’m not even on the cover of it. In fact, of course, it’s a picture of Drakz. I snicker at this.
“You do realize that you want me to sign this cover with a guy I’m about to beat, right?”
“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just that my son’s favorite wrestler is Drakz and this would be funny I thought. Please, I’m a big fan of yours.”
I grab the magazine from him and sign it.
“Fine, here you are. Make sure your son knows that Drakz is going to be his favorite wrestler anymore because he’ll be finished wrestling after our match.”
He smiles, I get the impression that’s it’s more of a relieved smile than one of actual happiness. Now he laughs.
“I will, thanks Mr. Garrett.”
He turns and walks away at a pace more suited for a race walking competition. What a terrible father, and a terrible person at that. The audacity to shove a magazine at me without me on the cover, that part as a joke. Just another set of people who I’m going to take joy in proving myself to. That don’t know it, they don’t realize it, but I will. I’m going to hit everyone over the head, just like I hit Drakz with a steel chair, with the fact that I am here to stay and to continue to make an impact whether they like it or not.
They call first class on for boarding and I head over to the line and check it, taking a seat in the cabin. A flight attendant walks over.
“Hello sir, may I get you something to drink?”
I sigh.
“Get me a vodka with cranberry juice. It’s been a long day already.”
“Alright sir, right away!”
She comes back quickly; I nod and take a sip from it. The plane finally is full and we get in the air and for the first time I can take a breath.
The flight goes by rather quickly. As fast as we left, we dropped into Spokane just as fast. I head over to the baggage claim area of the airport, stopping for a moment to put on my sunglasses hoping it’ll serve as a line of defense against people recognizing me. It seems to have worked, maybe just luck, either way I meet up with Frame without anyone stopping me for anything.
“Hi again Jayson.”
“Hello Ms. Frame, so where’s the car?”
“I’ll show you to it and take you to the Eastern State Hospital. As I mentioned it’ll be only about 20 minutes. Did you book a hotel room as well, I’ll drop you off there after you visit with him if you’d like?”
“Yeah, I’m at The Davenport.”
“Alright, I know right where that is. It’ll be about the same ride length as from here to the hospital. Do you need to be picked up tomorrow from there to the airport, I’m in town tomorrow still?”
“No, I’ll be fine, when I called they said they’d have rental cars available.”
We cross a street under a highway and head over to her car in the public parking structure. She still has things laid out all over her backseat, a laptop, papers, a tape recorder; books are piled on the floor.
“How much time did you get off for this Chase story?”
“They said as much time as I needed. Besides, what’s happening with Chase and his story has been very big. I’ve been lucky enough that I have been able to spend a good amount of time with it and have it’s be my major local and state buzz story. I’ve actually been recognized around town now as the girl in the WFWF videos.”
She pauses.
“But to find out all this about Chase, how his name isn’t even Chase. I’d found out things about his background like that. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s worth some of the recognition. But I still want to help Chase out. That’s why I called you, I figured maybe you could get some answers from Chase that you wanted and it would help out Chase even by just talking about it.”
My plans of going in there and screaming for answers at Chase are put a bit more into perspective. Besides, I’m sure those rooms are full of cameras and microphones, me screaming at him wouldn’t go over well I’m willing to bet. I’m still mad at Chase over leaving without telling me. Not in the same way I’m mad at Drakz, that’s just hate. I felt disrespected by Chase and even if it may sound like a broken record I am still in need of answers and I want them from him.
We pull into the parking lot of Eastern State Hospital.
“Here it is.”
The building was what I expected it to be. It looked like a huge high school. It was very old and certainly gave off a creepy vibe.
“I’ll have to come in with you to sign off on the fact that you can see Chase.”
“You’re in charge of Chase’s visitor’s list too?”
“Yeah. They said that they’d allow me to set who would be allowed to see him with a written notice.”
She holds up a manila folder.
“Which is one of the things in here.”
I take the folder and skim through, mainly blank papers but there’s a note with writing on it.
“I’ve got to supply a note and at least a call, or enter with them like I am with you, in order for them to see Chase. I won’t have to be in the room though so you’ll be talking to Chase one-on-one.”
The automatic doors slide open and it’s a short walk through a waiting room area to reach the front table. There's a lady in her mid forties manning the front desk
“Hello, what can I help you with today?”
“Hi, I’m here with Jayson Garrett to give you my permission that he may see Chase Landon. (She hands the note over to the lady behind the desk) Here’s the written permission that is also needed.”
“Of course, I’ll be sure to make sure this is on file. Thank you very much. I’ll buzz over and let him know that he has a visitor. Just a moment.”
She walks back to a room behind two closed doors. I look around the room, the décor it seems hasn’t been changed since the 1950s. There’s tacky floral carpeting and fake flowers on wooden tables spread out all around the room. I stand at the desk silently. The worker comes back about five minutes later, not as happily as she left.
“I’m sorry Mr. Garrett but Chase has denied your request to see him.”
Frame looks just as confused as I do.
“Wait, what did he do?”
“He said that at this time he does not want to see you, sir, I’m very sorry about that.”
“Did you mention Susannah said he could?”
“We did, he still said no, he isn’t going to budge. I’m sorry but even though you signed off on it we aren’t allowed to see visitors without the patient’s permission.”
“No, I don't think you understand, I came here from Sacramento so I could see this guy, I should still be there preparing for the biggest match of my life. We’re tag team champions together, this isn’t right! Let me see him now!”
“Sir, I will call security if that is necessary.”
I take a step back.
“You know what, fine. I don’t care! I don’t need him. I’ll beat Drakz then I’ll win the WFWF Championship and I’ll defend the tag titles all by myself! You tell Chase that I’m fine on my own, I’m better. Susannah, we’re leaving.”
I turn around and start the walk out the door. I hear Frame’s heels click on the tile floor as she walks out. Apologizing profusely. She finally catches up.
“Jayson, you can’t just go on ranting about Chase and your goals to some lady while you’re in a mental hospital.”
I sit in the car, angry but I’m aware that I’d been defeated.
“I don’t care. Just take me to the hotel.”
“Alright.”
It was a quiet 20 minutes, I didn’t even try to start a conversation. It seemed to drag on. Finally we were there.
“Here it is, the Davenport Hotel. Look, Jayson, I didn’t think Chase would decline seeing you, I'm sorry about that.”
“Well he did. Whatever, I don’t care, I carried him anyway, I can carry the tag team titles by myself some more.”
I slam my passenger’s seat door and grab my bag out of the trunk before I walk into the lobby. I get my room key and head up to my room and throw the bag down on the couch. I’m too annoyed with Chase to order room service. Maybe Chase doesn't want to have anything to do with me, I don't care. All that matters in that at Up The Garden Path I'm going to show Drakz that he's no longer WFWF's now, I am.
Drakz I’m sure thinks he could outsmart me. I’m just some kid from Hollywood, Drakz is a master of psychological and in ring warfare and he thinks that I can’t match my talk. At Twisted though I proved to him certainly and to all the other fellow competitors and fans that I will dirty my hands. I am not just some Hollywood good looks like Drakz desperately hoped was the case when he called me out. I will not wrestle you like you think. I’m just some pretty boy you thought, I say thought because after the beating and message I sent to you, you would have to be a fool to think I’m not willing to go to a different level to win. I will be in a fight with you that I know for a fact you wouldn’t think would be possible out of me. You’ve been given warning that I am going to beat you within an inch of your career and if that means I’ll have to go that extra inch to finally prove myself to everyone, then you certainly won’t need me to tell you twice that I will.
The phone buzzes on the table. It’s Frame once again.
“What’s the news?”
“Well, I know where Chase is at now.”
“I saw the videos at the show, just because I can’t see the jumbotron doesn’t mean I can’t see what’s happening on it.”
“I just wanted to make sure you knew. But anyways, I called because they allow some visitors, I was able to put in a good word with the staff for you and if you want to see Chase here’s your best shot at it.”
Of course, the week Chase decides to reappear on Earth I’m preparing for war. Still, this is the first time and it’s important for the sake of being champion that I want to know what his deal is.
“Okay, I’ll come tonight.”
“Great, you’ll need to fly into Spokane though, I’ll take you there. It’s Eastern State Hospital, only about 20 minutes away. There's only one flight that comes from Sacramento here, it's at 4:10.”
“Alright, I'll be on that one then.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Bye.”
She hangs up. More traveling to Washington, at least this isn’t just a clue; this is really where Chase is. There’s one flight at 4:10, still mostly full in first class. I buy a ticket and begin to pack my bag.
I drive myself over to the airport and go through standard flight boarding protocol, security, being stopped, asked to sign stuff and take pictures, the usual things that a star has to deal with at airports. I’m able at this point to do it without being angered over it but it’s still more than just a minor annoyance at times. Luckily, I made sure to get there early and I had more than enough time to settle in by the gate. I’m reading through the US Weekly from last week since this airport never seems to keep up to date stock of their magazines. I’m interrupted by a tap on the shoulder:
“Excuse me, Jayson Garrett?”
“Yes, that would be me?”
I look up and see a middle aged guy holding the most recent WFWF Magazine.
“I’m sorry to bother you but would you sign this?”
I’m not even on the cover of it. In fact, of course, it’s a picture of Drakz. I snicker at this.
“You do realize that you want me to sign this cover with a guy I’m about to beat, right?”
“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just that my son’s favorite wrestler is Drakz and this would be funny I thought. Please, I’m a big fan of yours.”
I grab the magazine from him and sign it.
“Fine, here you are. Make sure your son knows that Drakz is going to be his favorite wrestler anymore because he’ll be finished wrestling after our match.”
He smiles, I get the impression that’s it’s more of a relieved smile than one of actual happiness. Now he laughs.
“I will, thanks Mr. Garrett.”
He turns and walks away at a pace more suited for a race walking competition. What a terrible father, and a terrible person at that. The audacity to shove a magazine at me without me on the cover, that part as a joke. Just another set of people who I’m going to take joy in proving myself to. That don’t know it, they don’t realize it, but I will. I’m going to hit everyone over the head, just like I hit Drakz with a steel chair, with the fact that I am here to stay and to continue to make an impact whether they like it or not.
They call first class on for boarding and I head over to the line and check it, taking a seat in the cabin. A flight attendant walks over.
“Hello sir, may I get you something to drink?”
I sigh.
“Get me a vodka with cranberry juice. It’s been a long day already.”
“Alright sir, right away!”
She comes back quickly; I nod and take a sip from it. The plane finally is full and we get in the air and for the first time I can take a breath.
The flight goes by rather quickly. As fast as we left, we dropped into Spokane just as fast. I head over to the baggage claim area of the airport, stopping for a moment to put on my sunglasses hoping it’ll serve as a line of defense against people recognizing me. It seems to have worked, maybe just luck, either way I meet up with Frame without anyone stopping me for anything.
“Hi again Jayson.”
“Hello Ms. Frame, so where’s the car?”
“I’ll show you to it and take you to the Eastern State Hospital. As I mentioned it’ll be only about 20 minutes. Did you book a hotel room as well, I’ll drop you off there after you visit with him if you’d like?”
“Yeah, I’m at The Davenport.”
“Alright, I know right where that is. It’ll be about the same ride length as from here to the hospital. Do you need to be picked up tomorrow from there to the airport, I’m in town tomorrow still?”
“No, I’ll be fine, when I called they said they’d have rental cars available.”
We cross a street under a highway and head over to her car in the public parking structure. She still has things laid out all over her backseat, a laptop, papers, a tape recorder; books are piled on the floor.
“How much time did you get off for this Chase story?”
“They said as much time as I needed. Besides, what’s happening with Chase and his story has been very big. I’ve been lucky enough that I have been able to spend a good amount of time with it and have it’s be my major local and state buzz story. I’ve actually been recognized around town now as the girl in the WFWF videos.”
She pauses.
“But to find out all this about Chase, how his name isn’t even Chase. I’d found out things about his background like that. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s worth some of the recognition. But I still want to help Chase out. That’s why I called you, I figured maybe you could get some answers from Chase that you wanted and it would help out Chase even by just talking about it.”
My plans of going in there and screaming for answers at Chase are put a bit more into perspective. Besides, I’m sure those rooms are full of cameras and microphones, me screaming at him wouldn’t go over well I’m willing to bet. I’m still mad at Chase over leaving without telling me. Not in the same way I’m mad at Drakz, that’s just hate. I felt disrespected by Chase and even if it may sound like a broken record I am still in need of answers and I want them from him.
We pull into the parking lot of Eastern State Hospital.
“Here it is.”
The building was what I expected it to be. It looked like a huge high school. It was very old and certainly gave off a creepy vibe.
“I’ll have to come in with you to sign off on the fact that you can see Chase.”
“You’re in charge of Chase’s visitor’s list too?”
“Yeah. They said that they’d allow me to set who would be allowed to see him with a written notice.”
She holds up a manila folder.
“Which is one of the things in here.”
I take the folder and skim through, mainly blank papers but there’s a note with writing on it.
I, Susannah Frame, sign off on allowing Jayson Garrett to visit Chase Landon while Mr. Landon is a patient at the Eastern State Hospital.
-Susannah Frame
“I’ve got to supply a note and at least a call, or enter with them like I am with you, in order for them to see Chase. I won’t have to be in the room though so you’ll be talking to Chase one-on-one.”
The automatic doors slide open and it’s a short walk through a waiting room area to reach the front table. There's a lady in her mid forties manning the front desk
“Hello, what can I help you with today?”
“Hi, I’m here with Jayson Garrett to give you my permission that he may see Chase Landon. (She hands the note over to the lady behind the desk) Here’s the written permission that is also needed.”
“Of course, I’ll be sure to make sure this is on file. Thank you very much. I’ll buzz over and let him know that he has a visitor. Just a moment.”
She walks back to a room behind two closed doors. I look around the room, the décor it seems hasn’t been changed since the 1950s. There’s tacky floral carpeting and fake flowers on wooden tables spread out all around the room. I stand at the desk silently. The worker comes back about five minutes later, not as happily as she left.
“I’m sorry Mr. Garrett but Chase has denied your request to see him.”
Frame looks just as confused as I do.
“Wait, what did he do?”
“He said that at this time he does not want to see you, sir, I’m very sorry about that.”
“Did you mention Susannah said he could?”
“We did, he still said no, he isn’t going to budge. I’m sorry but even though you signed off on it we aren’t allowed to see visitors without the patient’s permission.”
“No, I don't think you understand, I came here from Sacramento so I could see this guy, I should still be there preparing for the biggest match of my life. We’re tag team champions together, this isn’t right! Let me see him now!”
“Sir, I will call security if that is necessary.”
I take a step back.
“You know what, fine. I don’t care! I don’t need him. I’ll beat Drakz then I’ll win the WFWF Championship and I’ll defend the tag titles all by myself! You tell Chase that I’m fine on my own, I’m better. Susannah, we’re leaving.”
I turn around and start the walk out the door. I hear Frame’s heels click on the tile floor as she walks out. Apologizing profusely. She finally catches up.
“Jayson, you can’t just go on ranting about Chase and your goals to some lady while you’re in a mental hospital.”
I sit in the car, angry but I’m aware that I’d been defeated.
“I don’t care. Just take me to the hotel.”
“Alright.”
It was a quiet 20 minutes, I didn’t even try to start a conversation. It seemed to drag on. Finally we were there.
“Here it is, the Davenport Hotel. Look, Jayson, I didn’t think Chase would decline seeing you, I'm sorry about that.”
“Well he did. Whatever, I don’t care, I carried him anyway, I can carry the tag team titles by myself some more.”
I slam my passenger’s seat door and grab my bag out of the trunk before I walk into the lobby. I get my room key and head up to my room and throw the bag down on the couch. I’m too annoyed with Chase to order room service. Maybe Chase doesn't want to have anything to do with me, I don't care. All that matters in that at Up The Garden Path I'm going to show Drakz that he's no longer WFWF's now, I am.
I dont know good luck 
