Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 14:46:17 GMT -5
It has been some time since the loss to the S.O.S. in our tag team match. It takes some time to get over losses every now and then. A big loss stings most. A match like the one at The Clash, or my title match and the Garden. Those are the matches that hurt the most. I tell myself not to worry about them, to get over them and focus. Most of the time I'm able to do just that and at the very least set them aside so I can focus on the future. I do what I am right now, sitting in my living room, vodka with ice in hand, thinking. I look around. I know everything in the room, and can name its spot with even looking, but it's a force of habit. I look to the left, where some modern art painting depicting a fighter plane that's rather out of proportion hangs. I don't even know why I got it on auction. It looks out of place in the elegant atmosphere my living room gives off. That's what I do to get past the losses I've suffered, I let my mind wander.
Sitting alone while simply thinking about a loss will drive me insane eventually, even more so than Chase is right now. I start thinking about Chase now, but stop. I don't want him intruding my thoughts, it's the last thing I want. Then I'll get angry at what happened and if there's one thing the stupid SOB that taught me psychology at Sacramento State it's that those who focus one what causes the problem never truly get over it. I don't even know if that's actual advice based on fact, or just a wacky saying, but it stuck with me so despite the fact he gave me just a C in that class because he just didn't like me, I've always remembered it. Then the phone rings. I check the caller ID, and it's the police, Shirley, the head detective on the Chase case to be exact. Of course, calling about Chase. I've mulled it over for days upon days. What do I say to Chase? How much do I need to bring up? They've already seen the rock that he thinks is a badge so they have to know he's not exactly improving. I decide to myself to hold off, I still need him but maybe he needs me more. I answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Jayson, this is Brian Shirley just checking in for a chat on Chase. We of course watching the Homecoming show to monitor Chase and noticed that he's still somewhat delusional. Is there anything we didn't see that you'd like to add?"
"Really, there's been nothing. The rock must be a trigger of his for some reason. He's just obsessed with it. Nothing I can't handle though."
"Are you sure there's nothing else? Have you pressed him on the issue? Could there be a hidden meaning or some sort of memory the rock sparks? Remember Mr. Garrett-"
I cut him off.
"Yes I'm aware that even the things I may deem insignificant may play an important role. I assure you, there's nothing else to report back on. I'd call you myself if there was. Now I've got the WFWF on the other line, I can't keep them waiting."
"Understood Mr. Garrett, thank you for your continued cooperation."
"Talk to you later Brian."
I hang up. I hate him. I've tried keeping every conversation I've had with him and the police as short as possible. I should've never even agreed to helping them. This has simply served as another wedge driven between my focus and my outer life. It's caused a conflict of career interest and morals. Chase, while crazy, hasn't hurt anyone except then men he's stepped foot in the ring against. If his crazy is still in control and can help him there, then good. Once he gets distracted though like we have been, there's that thought of simply coming out with it and stating that he's too crazy to be a member of society anymore. Now is not the time to share that. My head hurts from the thinking. Bad thinking, not good, calm thinking. I down the rest of the vodka in my glass and dump the ice cubes into the drain before heading back to the living room to rest.
The rematch I've been desperately wanted, the one I've been hoping and training for, is finally here. It's time. It's time to regain the titles. I don't care that we may be seen as "unworthy challengers" after losing to the S.O.S., which is a whole other can of worms. I've learned that the past has to stay in the past. Championship reigns, title failures, other losses. Everything has a place in history and most things belong in forgotten memory. Setting aside everything, clearing my mind, that's what matters. Big Trouble in Little Seattle is going to spell big trouble for the inevitably short title reign of Zmey and Samael. It was in trouble from the moment the referee's hand hit the mat. It was in trouble because no matter what they did, we'd always be in the rearview mirror. No matter what, they could never shake us. They will never until I can get back what I what. What I've needed for the longest time and am so empty without. The titles. Then I'll take them back and send DMK and Samael and Zmey or the midgets or whatever other freaks he finds packing empty handed at every single turn. Then, I'll defeat Dave and Josh, or whatever version of the S.O.S. decides they want to get handed a loss. It's a rotten bunch, those people, those teams. Underhanded, scheming, willing to cut myself and Chase down at every turn. What it'll take is a willingness to rise up, which I'm prepared for. I'm prepared for any challenge thrown in my way, and it'll start in Seattle.
Even if I need to set the past off to the side during the match, I will not be forgetting about the S.O.S. once the night is through. This was never your fight. It never was, it isn't, and it never will be. Ever since you decided to step into what is my personal affair with the current tag team champions I made a silent promise to myself. That promise was that any time I had a chance to derail your momentum, to stop you from surpassing me on my personal quest, I would take that opportunity. Then I failed. Well, Chase forced me to fail. Now though, after I become the tag team champions because I promise I will be, you're going to be first on the list of people I've sending to the back of the line. I'm going to cherish it, especially after what happened at Homecoming. Revenge is not a good trait in the real world. However, this isn't the real world now is it? This is the world that revolves around championships, glory, money, fame, fortune. Revenge is what's going to propel me past you, along with my incredible talent. They can't be my focus. I refuse to let Dean and Dave cloud my judgment for my match. To pollute my thoughts. All the focus that I have will be placed into one thing and one thing only, getting my titles back.
I hope you've enjoyed it DMK. I hope your monster has been happy with the gold you led him towards. Your teams' tag team championship fame is going to be done soon. It'll be just a matter of waiting for the inevitable. It won't be like The Clash. That's going to be the only victory you get in the near future against us. Against me. That'll be the last one. You won't be pinning me, you won't be making me tap out, hell, I'm not going to get counted out against you because every time you think I've been knocked down and out for the count and won't have the guts to step right back up and get in your face, I will. I'm going to personally dispel any doubts you have about me. You think I can't hang? You think I can't prove it? Watch me. Watch me pin your golden children DMK. Samael, watch me prove that I'm better than you, previous results need not apply. Zmey, watch me prove that you're not invincible and show the entire world that you will be beaten, and it'll be me that beats you. This is going to be the start of your fall. In Seattle, I'm going to beat you. Then whenever you want to challenge me again, I'm going to beat you. Whoever is thrown at me, I'm going to beat them too. There's no way anyone will keep me down. I'm determined. Enjoy it while you can, because it'll be gone before you can even process it.
The x-factor, Chase Landon. I could ask where was Chase when I was out cold in the center of the ring, but that'd just be a rhetorical question because I know where he was. He was outside the ring, out cold after having run into the ring with surely no plan in mind. His lack of judgment cost me the match, it cost me my chance to get revenge on the S.O.S. for everything. He gets another chance to make it up. He gets to prove something too. He gets to prove that he's not just the delinquent tag team partner of Jayson Garrett, Hollywood God. It's his turn not just to prove something to the world, but to me. When he was gone, who carried the tag team titles? Me. Who's carried him through our team in the ring and out? Me. He has a chance to make me forget about everything. To make me forgive him for all the past wrongs. For running away without me knowing. For being empty-minded in the ring at times. For being my dead weight. Regardless, he's my tag team partner. This is a huge match. It's for what he's wanted so long so he can have something prove himself. It's what I've wanted for vindication, to stick it to everyone who called me a "Hollywood blowhard" or someone who didn't deserve anything in this ring simply. He wants it just as bad as I do. There's one compliment I'm giving him, and it's that he's going to fight. He will fight Zmey who's far larger and Samael who's most likely more cunning than he is. Fact is, he's not going to get out fought. I'm not going to get out fought. We must work as a team. It's a rotten crowd, the tag team division. Chase and I, we're better than the damn lot.
Sitting alone while simply thinking about a loss will drive me insane eventually, even more so than Chase is right now. I start thinking about Chase now, but stop. I don't want him intruding my thoughts, it's the last thing I want. Then I'll get angry at what happened and if there's one thing the stupid SOB that taught me psychology at Sacramento State it's that those who focus one what causes the problem never truly get over it. I don't even know if that's actual advice based on fact, or just a wacky saying, but it stuck with me so despite the fact he gave me just a C in that class because he just didn't like me, I've always remembered it. Then the phone rings. I check the caller ID, and it's the police, Shirley, the head detective on the Chase case to be exact. Of course, calling about Chase. I've mulled it over for days upon days. What do I say to Chase? How much do I need to bring up? They've already seen the rock that he thinks is a badge so they have to know he's not exactly improving. I decide to myself to hold off, I still need him but maybe he needs me more. I answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Jayson, this is Brian Shirley just checking in for a chat on Chase. We of course watching the Homecoming show to monitor Chase and noticed that he's still somewhat delusional. Is there anything we didn't see that you'd like to add?"
"Really, there's been nothing. The rock must be a trigger of his for some reason. He's just obsessed with it. Nothing I can't handle though."
"Are you sure there's nothing else? Have you pressed him on the issue? Could there be a hidden meaning or some sort of memory the rock sparks? Remember Mr. Garrett-"
I cut him off.
"Yes I'm aware that even the things I may deem insignificant may play an important role. I assure you, there's nothing else to report back on. I'd call you myself if there was. Now I've got the WFWF on the other line, I can't keep them waiting."
"Understood Mr. Garrett, thank you for your continued cooperation."
"Talk to you later Brian."
I hang up. I hate him. I've tried keeping every conversation I've had with him and the police as short as possible. I should've never even agreed to helping them. This has simply served as another wedge driven between my focus and my outer life. It's caused a conflict of career interest and morals. Chase, while crazy, hasn't hurt anyone except then men he's stepped foot in the ring against. If his crazy is still in control and can help him there, then good. Once he gets distracted though like we have been, there's that thought of simply coming out with it and stating that he's too crazy to be a member of society anymore. Now is not the time to share that. My head hurts from the thinking. Bad thinking, not good, calm thinking. I down the rest of the vodka in my glass and dump the ice cubes into the drain before heading back to the living room to rest.
The rematch I've been desperately wanted, the one I've been hoping and training for, is finally here. It's time. It's time to regain the titles. I don't care that we may be seen as "unworthy challengers" after losing to the S.O.S., which is a whole other can of worms. I've learned that the past has to stay in the past. Championship reigns, title failures, other losses. Everything has a place in history and most things belong in forgotten memory. Setting aside everything, clearing my mind, that's what matters. Big Trouble in Little Seattle is going to spell big trouble for the inevitably short title reign of Zmey and Samael. It was in trouble from the moment the referee's hand hit the mat. It was in trouble because no matter what they did, we'd always be in the rearview mirror. No matter what, they could never shake us. They will never until I can get back what I what. What I've needed for the longest time and am so empty without. The titles. Then I'll take them back and send DMK and Samael and Zmey or the midgets or whatever other freaks he finds packing empty handed at every single turn. Then, I'll defeat Dave and Josh, or whatever version of the S.O.S. decides they want to get handed a loss. It's a rotten bunch, those people, those teams. Underhanded, scheming, willing to cut myself and Chase down at every turn. What it'll take is a willingness to rise up, which I'm prepared for. I'm prepared for any challenge thrown in my way, and it'll start in Seattle.
Even if I need to set the past off to the side during the match, I will not be forgetting about the S.O.S. once the night is through. This was never your fight. It never was, it isn't, and it never will be. Ever since you decided to step into what is my personal affair with the current tag team champions I made a silent promise to myself. That promise was that any time I had a chance to derail your momentum, to stop you from surpassing me on my personal quest, I would take that opportunity. Then I failed. Well, Chase forced me to fail. Now though, after I become the tag team champions because I promise I will be, you're going to be first on the list of people I've sending to the back of the line. I'm going to cherish it, especially after what happened at Homecoming. Revenge is not a good trait in the real world. However, this isn't the real world now is it? This is the world that revolves around championships, glory, money, fame, fortune. Revenge is what's going to propel me past you, along with my incredible talent. They can't be my focus. I refuse to let Dean and Dave cloud my judgment for my match. To pollute my thoughts. All the focus that I have will be placed into one thing and one thing only, getting my titles back.
I hope you've enjoyed it DMK. I hope your monster has been happy with the gold you led him towards. Your teams' tag team championship fame is going to be done soon. It'll be just a matter of waiting for the inevitable. It won't be like The Clash. That's going to be the only victory you get in the near future against us. Against me. That'll be the last one. You won't be pinning me, you won't be making me tap out, hell, I'm not going to get counted out against you because every time you think I've been knocked down and out for the count and won't have the guts to step right back up and get in your face, I will. I'm going to personally dispel any doubts you have about me. You think I can't hang? You think I can't prove it? Watch me. Watch me pin your golden children DMK. Samael, watch me prove that I'm better than you, previous results need not apply. Zmey, watch me prove that you're not invincible and show the entire world that you will be beaten, and it'll be me that beats you. This is going to be the start of your fall. In Seattle, I'm going to beat you. Then whenever you want to challenge me again, I'm going to beat you. Whoever is thrown at me, I'm going to beat them too. There's no way anyone will keep me down. I'm determined. Enjoy it while you can, because it'll be gone before you can even process it.
The x-factor, Chase Landon. I could ask where was Chase when I was out cold in the center of the ring, but that'd just be a rhetorical question because I know where he was. He was outside the ring, out cold after having run into the ring with surely no plan in mind. His lack of judgment cost me the match, it cost me my chance to get revenge on the S.O.S. for everything. He gets another chance to make it up. He gets to prove something too. He gets to prove that he's not just the delinquent tag team partner of Jayson Garrett, Hollywood God. It's his turn not just to prove something to the world, but to me. When he was gone, who carried the tag team titles? Me. Who's carried him through our team in the ring and out? Me. He has a chance to make me forget about everything. To make me forgive him for all the past wrongs. For running away without me knowing. For being empty-minded in the ring at times. For being my dead weight. Regardless, he's my tag team partner. This is a huge match. It's for what he's wanted so long so he can have something prove himself. It's what I've wanted for vindication, to stick it to everyone who called me a "Hollywood blowhard" or someone who didn't deserve anything in this ring simply. He wants it just as bad as I do. There's one compliment I'm giving him, and it's that he's going to fight. He will fight Zmey who's far larger and Samael who's most likely more cunning than he is. Fact is, he's not going to get out fought. I'm not going to get out fought. We must work as a team. It's a rotten crowd, the tag team division. Chase and I, we're better than the damn lot.
