FiLA RP: Jayson Garrett

"What do you mean by missing again?"

"Sometime in between your match at the last WFWF show and now, Chase has gone MIA. WFWF headquarters reported back to us after they couldn't reach him after several attempts. Where were you?"

"Me?! You never said it's my job to babysit him every day of the week. You said travel with him, watch out for him while on the road. Guess who's not on the road right now?"
I say this as the old Turkish woman who works at the spa continues to apply pressure on my neck. This was my spa weekend, the WFWF gave me a reward for a job well done as an employee and after some hellacious matches, which I'll be jumping right back into, I think I certainly earned this. Now, Chase is gone. Again.

"We had an agreement in place for you to be in Washington with him on off days and travel days, if you'll recall."

"When the hell did you say this?!"

"When we first met backstage at Black Friday."

"This isn't an off day, this is off time. MY off time. There's a big difference. It's not Chase's off time. This was supposed to be my relaxation period and now, now you're dropping this?"

"Well this is a serious matter. We'll have to call you into the police station for questioning, when's the fastest you can get to our base office?"
I sigh. Just like that, my time off turns right back into work. Well, semi-work.

"Soon, I guess. How fast do you want me to get there?"

"Anytime works for us, probably soon though, so you can enjoy the rest of your time off."
Too late.

"Alright, I'll be there tomorrow. Bye Brian."

"We will see you tomorrow Mr. Garrett."
I hang up. Idiot. I tell the massage woman to hand me my bathrobe and I head back into the locker room and get dressed, off to think about the one thing I didn't want to over my time off, Chase Landon.


I'd figure there'd be a nicer waiting room or something. Or even a VIP waiting room where people not here to visit their moronic friends and family stuck inside the cells can hang out and not be fearful of the other people sitting in the room with them. Brian Shirley, the head detective and the bane of my existence outside the squared circle comes out to greet me.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice."

"You better be thankful. Trying to pin Chase's disappearance on me while I'm on a spa vacation."

"I never pinned anything on you, I was just wondering where you were, it was a simple misunderstanding Mr. Garrett and I haven't spoken to her but I'm sure Ms. Coleman will agree."

"She better."
Silence, Brian makes it awkward by waiting too long to speak.

"Well, Mr. Garrett, she's ready to see you, I'll be coming with you and showing you the way. Follow me."
He leads me down a hallway through I side door right outside the waiting room. It's not too long of a walk to Coleman's office, but the hallway past her office continues on for a long stretch. Brian opens the door and peers in.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course, both of you come on in."
He opens the door to her office. It's dimly lit, a stark contrast from the fluorescent lights in the hall. Her desk is leaned on the back wall facing the door of her fairly large office. We take seats in front of her.

"Mr. Garrett, thank you for coming on such short notice."
I nod my head.

"I'll skip past the small talk since I'm sure you're busy enough as is and we don't want to keep you here too long. First off I want to know why you weren't with Chase between shows?"

"Well I'd gotten the show off. I wasn't going to travel with him, so I didn't expect to be needed."

"And why is that?"

"Because all you needed was someone to watch out for him while we traveled. I wasn't signing on to be a personal babysitter for Chase. I was doing something I was gonna do anyway so I figured I'd be able to help."
Of course, the one time I try to help out for the good of everyone involved, it blows right back up. I continue on.

"You can't pin this all on me. You do know I easily could've said no."

"But you didn't, now did you? We all expected that you would watch him regardless of if you were 'on the show' or not and would be making trips."

"So wouldn't this be a failure on your side of communication?"

"Of course not, we'd already even sent Brian out there so you could report back on Chase's behavior."

"Then why not have HIM watch out for him?! You found my hotel in London before, you could have easily been able to put him up in the same hotel as Chase."

"But because of our agreement we were under the impression that you'd be watching out for Chase. Besides, you'd have been backstage for him."

"Again, failure to communicate. Look, whatever the case may be, here's the thing, Chase is missing. Again. What's the status?"
She takes a bit of an elongated breath.

"We don't know. We have no leads on the idea. Anywhere here and in the surrounding towns that Chase may be hiding out in have already been checked and checked again by both our department and state police. Chase is without a trace again, which is why we called you back here."

"Oh no, I'm not looking for him. You can count that out."
The audacity of her to ask for a favor after blaming me alone for Chase's disappearance. Instead of taking the blame for the breakdown in communication. Or the fact that we're dealing with an insane guy.

"It's not that. What we want is for you just to be an inside source in the WFWF."

"Why? So if Chase reappears without me knowing on WFWF TV you can blame me some more for not telling you? I don't never know what Chase is up to, especially now, obviously since you know, he's missing."

"No, no. If Chase contacts you, or the WFWF, you would let us know. Would you do this?"

"No. No I will not."
She's taken aback by the denial, I hold my ground.

"I snooped around for you for these past months with Chase and it was miserable. Now you want me involved again with that guy who's god knows where while you hold out hope you can find him and bring him to justice? How sick must you be to be this desperate to want to find a mentally tormented guy who's obviously insane."
I'm cut off.

"We don't know for sure he's insane. He was signed out of that mental ward."

"Yeah, you wanna know what he thinks? He thinks he escaped. He's so unstable I don't think he knows where he is half the time. He had a rock that he thought was a police badge. He thought he killed an officer and took it to hide because he thought it was evidence. So if anyone on this world, shrinks included, has any idea of what they're talking about when they say that Chase's insane, it's me."

"Why didn't you tell us any of this?"

"Because while you sat in here, I was babysitting Chase all around the globe while trying to win matches. And now, I have a match I should be focusing on with a monster named Tugarin Zmey. You've been interrupting my affairs, my state of mind, my training, even now when Chase is out someone. I'm leaving now. I'm going to put Chase Landon out of my mind, and if I were to stumble across him, I'm doing what's best for me."

After my tirade, I storm out her door and slam it behind me. A WFWF.com reporter asks what my business in Washington is. I don't have to answer. I know as well as anyone that they'll sensationalize what I say. I ignore them. I'll keep my thoughts to myself and reveal them personally when it comes time. For now however, I am free.
I'm finally free of that. As cruel as that may be, especially with Chase now missing. This isn't me just saying out of sight, out of mind. It couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm going to remember this time. I'm going to remember the title victory. His going missing. The losses. The failures. Everything I put on Chase. I'll remember this turmoil. The police meetings and the phone calls and the paranoia Chase had. I'm not going to allow myself to forget how that mental instability affected Chase Landon. Especially in the upcoming show where I face Zmey.


It's been nearly two weeks since I've put things to rest. Chase Landon may not be gone forever, but it looks likely. The phone rings from the Olympia Police Department sometimes, but I don't answer. I don't know if I even want to know about any developments right now honestly. Now, I'm the most focused I've ever been. I don't even want to think about Chase. Now, it's all about Zmey. He's a dangerous man. If I don't stay focused on one man, one task, I will fall. That's not an uncertainty, that's a fact. Zmey must be what's on my mind.

Sometimes they say the devil you know is better than the devil you don't. I know Zmey alright. I know him up and down, left and right. I know his moves, his counters, what his strong points and weak points are. There's one thing I don't know though. It's something no one knows. Not even his tag partner or even DMK. That would be what is going on inside his head. Not what DMK says or orders or plants in his monster's mind. I'm talking about his thoughts. What goes through his mind when he's in the ring beating the holy hell out of someone. Will I ever find out? Mostly likely not. But it's something I've studied. His movements have been watched over and over by me. Since that final meeting I've seen everything he has to offer in that ring. I may not know what his personal thoughts are, but fighting wise I know what's coming next before he even does. Would he be better than a man I don't know? I can't say so for sure. But what I do know is the fact that I've never been more prepared to take on an opponent in my entire life.

I've seen Zmey staring across from me countless times. It is about damn time that Beowulf slays the Dragon. That time is now. I've fallen short before. I can admit this. They weren't fruitless attempts though. Each time I stood across from Zmey it served a purpose. Trial by fire. Now is my opportunity to show one on one that this Dragon can be tamed by me and I can do it by myself, no distractions. DMK has interfered and once his Dragon is on the ropes I'm sure he'll interfere once again. This time I'm not going to focus on what he does. No. This match is going to have one key to success for Jayson Garrett, and that's keeping my eyes on Zmey no matter what. I cannot be bothered, and I will not. Not by a partner. Not by an opposing manager. Just eyes on Zmey.

I've had a show off and I used it, despite a slight travel to Washington, to recover and get in the best shape physically and mentally that I've been in my WFWF career, and that is a fact. I'm no longer the Hollywood kid that I was. I don't have the same reputation that I did when I entered on the scene as a movie star. I'm not out there just to dazzle the crowd or watch out for a troubled partner. This show proves something for me. This shows to everyone that I'm going to be more focused than ever. It doesn't matter when it was in my career. This Jayson Garrett is smarter, wiser, he knows more about fighting than a young Jayson Garrett ever would. It doesn't matter, from singles to tag to six-man, I'm going to show you what I mean.

It's a homecoming for me. This is my town. It's the one I was made in as a movie star. It's a town where if you can make it here, just like New York, you'll be able to make it everywhere. It's been kind to me in my life. Now I get made as a competitor. The crowd will witness the humanization of a monster. That is simply the first step. Now, with Chase Landon gone from my mind, who knows what the future holds? I do. The future is going to be bright. The past year, more even, I've stated that and every time I said it I got eye rolls. Now I get even more. I get serious doubts. Here is the chance though. What has been the longest chapter of my career, the Landon and Garrett partnership, is done. The next one begins with Zmey. It begins in LA. It begins at F*ck in LA.