End Game RP: Jayson Garrett

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I walk through the halls of my house. The walls are hung posters from movies and paintings and PPV posters or a promotional poster with me on it. Some would call that self-centered. I'd call them unsuccessful. They're are all from moments in time that I know made me a better competitor. Sometimes you have to remember the good in order to forget the bad in the past. I divided it up, one wall movies, the other WFWF and I stay on the WFWF side. There's the banner for my Superbrawl tag team titles match where I won the gold and next to that is the tag team title encased in a glass case. There's the Battleground poster from when I made my debut here with the gear I wore next to it. Coming close to two years ago now. That shocks me. Then I walk past my bookshelf that serves as a glorified DVD holder. DVDs of movies, my movies, TV shows, then there's a DVD of every single match I'd wrestled in the WFWF each held in a clear CD case. I pull one out from the middle. 

Boise, Idaho 

Dream Catcher 

6/21/14 

Written in my handwriting neatly across the transparent part of the case in a red sharpie. I put that one back and look at another. Same exact format, location on top, event title in the middle, date on the bottom. I haven't watched any, but they still sit on the shelf. The shelf usually remains dusty. I don't have the time anyway. I begin walking away but I stop and return back and pull out the first one in the row. 

Miami, Florida 

Battleground 

8/10/13 

The first match. Everyone I'd ever met always say how they'll never forgot their first match. Be it in a warehouse and it was literally their first match, or the first time they ever stepped out into the bright lights of a jam-packed arena dying to have someone to cheer or boo, they don't forget they say. I must be the exception because I remember neither. It might have had to do with the night of heavy drinking that followed, but most of that day is a vague fog. I look at it in my hand. Maybe you don't have to always forget. I head back into the living room and pop it out of the case, turn on the TV and DVD player, and push it in. As I sit back in my chair, I press play. 

The match starts off with the entrances, then the opening portion, and the memories come flooding to me. Maybe I'd simply suppressed them? Whatever it is, I remember all that had happened. From before the match, arriving to the arena. Almost puking before the match after finding a piece of hair in the pasta I had in catering. Having this big locker room to myself. The interview before hand where I felt I had to intimidate Daniel Knight to show everyone I wasn't messing around. The match progressed, I hit a standing dropkick then get nailed by some kid whose name I forgot since the match intros with a flying crossbody. The more I watch, the more I think about everything that happened from then till now. This version of me that's on the TV is vastly different from the one that's going to war at End Game. He's less confused. 

I hit my EGADS finisher on the TV, the referee drops down and makes a count, one, two, three. The bell rings and I stand back up in triumph. The DVD cuts out at this point. I still hadn't a clue what I was doing in the WFWF. Sure I'd just gotten a shot at the National Championship, and the current me would take that ball and run just like I'm sure my partner DJS will when his time comes. This me on the TV screen though? He was lost in the world. Fresh off a movie set and not a clue how to deal with wrestling despite my independent years. Sure I'd known show business and how to fight, but under these bright lights I was still curious. Not scared, not nervous, just unsure. I finally know what level I have to get to so I can go out into that ring and fight for my life, my purposes, and at End Game, fight for my titles. 

I take that DVD out of the CD player and place it in the case. I walk back into the den and make my way to the shelf, but something stops me. In front of my face, the sight of some of my greatest failures. The giant poster that serves no other purpose than to remind me of how I failed. The tag team championship, my greatest accomplishment, hangs on the wall as an icon of mockery reminding me of how I couldn't hang on to that title. Time seems to run a bit slower and I think harder and harder about this. How this room showcases the minor accomplishments and even my failures. I stare at the Battle at the Garden poster. Taking a deep breath, I grab it and throw it down off the wall. The protective glass frame around it shatters all over the floor, my shoes protecting me from the glass. Next is the Superbrawl banner, thrown down just like the poster before. Then the DVDs, I turn to them. I feel contempt of which I've never felt directed to inanimate objects before. All the past, my failures, every last one of them captured on 1080 HD footage. I pull each one of them out and a bit calmer than earlier I walk with them to the living room once again. I set a few logs into my fireplace and grabbed the lighter out of the junk drawer. One by one, each DVD, still in the case, is dropped into the fire. 

There is a stack of DVDs in the center of the pit simply waiting to get burned, to be forgotten. The fire is set on the wood surrounding it and it takes only a few minutes for the pile to begin to smolder. An occasional pop occurs and the plastic case begins to melt and the DVDs char. They all catch on fire at about the same time of the process. I sit down in front of the fire and look at it for a bit. They will never always be gone, the matches will always be available online or in the WFWF vault or referenced in my matches, and I can't change that. What I can change is how I let them ignore me. The past constantly looming over me. When I have a target on my back placed there by the tag team champions and more top contenders, I can't look back. Then after this match, I can't look back. The DVDs are burnt to a crisp, the flames still going strong. I look into the den where there is a mess of glass from my bit of rage. I sigh and go grab a broom. The mess is temporary, just like current status on top of the mountain is. Samael, Zmey, DMK, and even Dean and Dave will find that out soon. The past is what will burn, not the future. 

J.K. Simmons lied in Whiplash. The two most dangerous words in the English language aren't "good job." Good job can be a motivator, as in, "Good job, but not quite." Something I'd heard before in my tag team endeavors. There were the matches against Sam and Zmey. Both of those I put up quite possibly two of the greatest fights I'd ever had in my life. It was close but I got two parting words that I heard from the arena staff when I left the arena, "Good job." Then there was the match against the SOS where I wanted that match to be won by me more than life itself. Just a three count away. Then I heard it again, "Good job." Those two words can be used to motivate, to push, to drill into one's head until they understand that they no longer want to get patted on the back. They want to hold the gold and have that to be the reward, not some empty words. Those words have motivated me more than anything else I could have ever heard or read. Those two words have kept me going because there are two more dangerous words. Except these two words are not dangerous for me or DJS, they're dangerous for the rest of the men in the match. Those two words are "unfinished business."

Two teams I have a history with and a partner with whom I have none. Somewhat fitting really for my opportunity at regaining the titles since that I've spent so much timeholding, then going after these titles that now with DJS I can get them in our first match. This is an opportunity of a lifetime that would be great not just for us, but for anyone else. In our first match as a team our breakout match will take place at End Game. Now the question that everyone has been wondering is, "Why DJS? What made him your choice?" That question is rather obvious to me for several reasons. The first reason is, of course, his ability. Calculated, cerebral, and has a great past and a better future ahead. DJS is ten years my senior but you're a damn fool if you think we both don't wrestle like we're 25. The second is the fact that he has a brilliant mind alongside him with his wife. DMK is always present on the outside and with the SOS, who knows what tricks they'll have up their sleeves. Finally, there'll be support on the outside and if worst comes to worst, I like our chances and winning a battle on the outside. The final reason was simply because it fit. The opportunity presented itself to team up with a man who is already making waves in the WFWF, a number one contender to the National Championship and will undoubtedly win that. This was a guy who saw my plight, my struggle to get to the top of this mountain that I've been climbed to seemingly no end and chose to help me. And he's damn right, you can't have Hollywood in this tag team division without Unhinged.

A storm is certainly coming at End Game. This has been brewing for far too long and it's going to reach it's thrilling conclusion soon. The four men I will be squaring off with along with my partner will see the chapters of this portion of their career end. These two teams with their witty initialism names can even beat the hell out of each other to start for all I care. I, along with DJS, will certainly tell you that we have no problem with letting it be a brawl to start off without us involved. When the time is right, we'll take the opportunity away from whichever team we wish. It doesn't matter if I know them very well like Zmey and Samael, a little bit like Dean, or not at all like Dave. What matters is the fact that I'm good enough to go in the ring and show each of the four that I'm capable of dominating them. The newest team on the block is going to show that maybe experience is something everyone puts too much stock into. 

The SOS and the KKK are each presenting similar but different challenges. While I know Zmey and Samael better than the other two, the two teams are more similar despite their motives being so far away. Josh and Samael each have their own background in martial arts and are able to do damn near anything that you can dream of in the ring. Dave and Zmey are both big powerhouses in their own right, Zmey obviously being bigger but neither of them are anything to scoff at. These two teams fit seemingly hand-in-hand while in the ring and they'll surely have many more great battles with each other. It'll just so happen that those battles will take place for the right to climb back up the tag team ladder as opposed for the belts themselves because the titles will be in our hands for a long, long time. 

The one thing that has bothered me for the longest time is the fact that Josh and Dave consider themselves so righteous. They see their little group as the be-all end-all of what should be considered good and bad. They couldn't be further away from the deciders for it because neither of them knows about right or wrong. Their visions of how things should be done are so tinted to fit their vendetta that the mere insinuation that these two could decide a moral high ground is laughable at best. If they want to talk about morals, how about the fact that when I wanted nothing more than to take apart the KKK when I was still on my own and they couldn't have cared less about me when I was nearly attacked, out they come to save the day for Cameron Stone after his match with Zmey. Not only that, but Dave got his buddies a shot at the KKK before I even set foot in that ring with them which was an injustice of epic proportions. I personally will enjoy taking their balls and shoving them back into their respective better halves' purses and I have no doubt DJS will do the same. The sinners see themselves as the most holy, but you two will be exposed. 

Zmey and Samael are a team that I've had a pair of tries to defeat in tag team competition to no avail. I tried with everything I could give, but I was just barely short. At F*ck in LA however I found the key. I got a victory over Zmey in the center of the ring, rolled-up, 1-2-3. There's a large contingent of the WFWF fans that would claim my victory as a fluke and tainted because DJS interfered. That has no effect on how I feel or what it means for the match, the fact is that I won. Even if it took a chair, Zmey isn't unbeatable. Samael being alongside him at End Game doesn't matter. DMK is probably planting these false hopes in Samael and Zmey's head that the only thing that can stop them is something that isn't human. That's going to be proven untrue at End Game when two humans will certainly stop their title reign dead in their tracks and it's not Josh and Dave. My victory over Zmey was just the beginning for what's going to be a stretch of success for myself and DJS over the KKK. End Game is just the next step.

I sweep up the glass. Somewhat ironically, a fit of rage caused this mess and a fit of rage is going to be what it takes to get the titles back into my grasp. I look back at the wall of what's left that I didn't shove down. Just a few more pictures of myself and the tag team title. The tag team title won with Chase Landon. I stare at it as I sweep which effectively decreases my sweeping accuracy pretty heavily. The title that was in my grasp for half a year is simply hanging there, mocking the fact that it's locked up in that glass box and out of my touch. While I've competed for the World and National titles, right now the one that means the most to me is this tag team championship. The one that I've spent countless days, weeks, months, closer to a year now, focused on grabbing, then defending, and now getting back. This End Game match isn't the End Game for my tag team title hopes. This is going to be the start of my next reign with DJS as kings of the mountain. I set the broom on the window sill and press my hand on the glass casing. Even while it's in the box it still gleams gold. It won't be long till it's mine again, it won't be long at all. 

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PPV time lads! Hope you enjoyed reading this, I think the three teams involved have a really cool and unique dynamic and I'm really hoping that came across. In case the bold/unbolded is a bit confusing, bold is the monologue, unbolded is occurring in real time. Thanks, take care, and good luck.

[Drakz]

This was refreshing mate! To finally get a look at just Jayson Garrett and how he feels. No outside story line, not even a secondary character to bounce things off, just plain and simple Garrett. I liked it. There were some well thought out lines in it but there were also a few that made little sense. Make sure you read everything back carefully before you post it to ensure it all reads properly. There were a few points in this were it got a bit rambling but you usually pulled it back shortly after.

My two favourite lines in this were:

"Some would call that self-centered. I'd call them unsuccessful."

I think that fits the Garrett character so perfectly. It's egotistical but also holds an element of truth, ideas I think you've built Jayson up from.

"The newest team on the block is going to show that maybe experience is something everyone puts too much stock into."

This was a great line for setting up the credibility of your new teaming with DJS whilst also leaving us questioning our expectations of the two more experienced teams.

You've still got work to do, (who hasn't?) but this new direction could well be what you need to really get a grasp on what Garrett is about. Keep it up man.

[jdfranchise]

This is one of the strongest things I've read from you in a while Jay. Drakz pretty well covered a lot of my talking points, but I liked how well this flowed in an overall scope. I think as far as your content you did exactly what you needed to do to put to rest the Jayson Garrett we've come to know. The literal tearing down of his past was a very nice turn of events. Really sets this new direction you're going off to a good start. Good job bro.

[Rated R]

Like the others I'm digging that we've got the chance to see you take things in a new direction. I think the the team with Chase went on so long that it became kind of one note with the whole schizophrenia stuff and I got kind of burnt out with it because it didn't seem to be going anywhere for a while. Now you've got a new partner and for me you've really struck gold because the character of Sabbath is someone you could really play off of and use to develop Garrett in an interesting way. This was a solid start along that route, it was nice and succinct, told a good story, focused on the match and was always entertaining. If those are the four basics to writing here then you really nailed them. Good job.