Post by jhawk on Aug 4, 2018 15:24:30 GMT -6
It was unusually quiet for a Saturday night in the penthouse apartment in San Diego. It had Jamie worried. He was checking up on his twin brother, who wasn’t one to let a Saturday night go by without taking advantage of it. If he wasn’t hosting some sort party at the penthouse, then he was in the VIP lounge at the Kat Box, which was among the hottest clubs in San Diego. But tonight, was different. Jamie had just gotten back to the states from a business trip in north Africa. Working as a doctor he would along with other travel to third world to help those that didn’t have any access to a hospital or medical care. It was a demanding job, so Jamie didn’t have much time to pay much attention to what was going on the wrestling world. He would call Jason every now and then to see how he was doing, but other than that he wasn’t much of a fan. Since Jason had signed the dotted line with Millennium Jamie had started to pay more attention. He was concerned over his brother’s health. Jamie didn’t doubt for a second that it would only be a matter of months before Jason’s back injuries would catch up with him again. Though the first few weeks had gone well. Jamie hadn’t seen any signs of Jason’s previous injuries, but he did see the aftermath of Jason’s win over Cass Baumer.
Jamie had called Jason this morning but the usually out-going, happy go lucky egotist of a brother hadn’t picked up. Jamie had tried to call him all day but to no avail.
It was dark in the penthouse. Jamie switched the lights on as he entered. Except for the silence nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The apartment was clean. Almost to clean for Jamie’s liking, but that was how his brother was. If you can’t see your reflection in it than it isn’t clean enough. It didn’t matter if were the windows or the wooden floor. Nothing was clean enough until you could see your reflection in it. Walking through the apartment Jamie looked for anything that could give any indication about Jason’s whereabouts. And there was something that stock out like a sore thumb. In this mansion of cleanliness, it was unheard of the let a closet door stay open. Jamie chuckled as he remembered how Jason would get moody if he forgets to close the door on a closet when they were younger. Jamie went to close it when he noticed that there was nothing but liquor and booze inside.
Oh, Jamie thought to himself. This again. Jamie looked towards a door on the left.
Jamie Hawk
Jason? You in there?
He asked knocking on the door. He didn’t expect much of an answer. At best he would get some disgruntled noises. Which is exactly what he got. Jason always got unusually quiet when he was in a really bad mood. Inside Jamie was greeted by the light flashing from the flat screen hanging on the wall. Around him the numerous title belts Jason had won over the years reflected the lights around, making the rays dance around the throne in the middle of the room, where the fallen king sat. Jamie could only see one of Jason’s arms slung over the chair. He was holding a wine bottle which he was sipping from as he watched his own highlights from years past. The wars with Corey Casey, Nick Ridicule and Aaron O’Shea were all there. Not only on the TV but also framed on the walls above the title belts that stood so well organized on pedestals, in a circle around the chair Jason was sitting in.
Jamie Hawk
You alright?
Jason Hawk
I’ll show them...
Jamie Hawk
I can’t hear you.
Jason took another sip of the wine and continued watching his own highlights. Jamie walked around the room looking at the different pictures of Jason’s career. One stood out to him. Jason was stood on the top rope. The NLWF Undisputed title in his hands, raised above his head. Shadow Demon and The Notorious K.I.D were laid out in the ring and not a single fan in the crowd was in their seat. Jamie could hear the roars from just looking at the picture. He remembered it well. He had been backstage to support his brother that night as he won his first ever world title. The belt itself sat underneath the picture. Jamie looked over at his brother. Slumped down in his chair, working on his third bottle of wine of the evening. This wasn’t the same man who had won all these titles all those years ago.
Jamie Hawk
I know you aren’t going to respond but I am still going to talk. I know you listen.
Jamie says as he leans against the chair.
Jamie Hawk
That is still you. It might be some years ago. But that is still you, they might not remember. But that will forever be you. They can’t take that away from you. I’ve watched you the last few weeks. You can still go. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but you’ll smooth that out with time. But realize that time doesn’t stop. Even though the clock keeps on ticking time still stands still for you. You have to start of fresh. You got away with the cocky act when you were younger. They loved the young rookie sticking it to the grizzly old veterans. You were exactly what they needed. But now? You are no rookie no more. Now it just comes across as embarrassing, pathetic even. Drop the whole act. I know that is a lot to ask of you. You don’t need. Let your work in the ring speak for you. You’re good enough. That will win them back. For your own best. Don’t tell them to care. Go out there and show them to care. Now give me that bottle.
Jamie reaches for the bottle, but Jason hisses at him.
Jamie Hawk
Fine, keep it then. I am crashing in the guest room tonight.
Jamie leaves Jason to himself. The highlights flash in front of him. The glory days who suddenly seem so long gone, are still ringing in his mind. As Jason watches himself pin Chuck Matthews he downs the last of the wine and mumbles to himself.
Jason Hawk
I’ll show them.