Asylum

(OPEN!- and potential for smut. But I like to include that in anything I do, because there's always a chance...)

(I know this isn't technically at a cemetery or a church, but Jeff's still visiting a fallen 'loved one' so I thought it might count still)

Nashville fairgrounds, Fall 2010:

Endless hours as a child were spent here. He ran a hand over the smooth exterior trying his best to ignore the giant TO BE DEMOLISHED sign plastered over the front doors. He remembered holding his grandmother's hand as she lead him to the ticket booth, helping her cut the tickets so people could come watch the wrestlers of Nashville tell a story in the ring. He could picture himself, the little blonde haired moppet that he was, sneaking out of the booth to watch- thinking about how one day, some day soon, he'd be doing the exact same thing as the men in the ring.

That day came quick. His old change room, right under the stairs- how could he forget? Thankfully no one noticed him there, trying to change for his match. Or maybe they did- they got a whole lot of Jeff Jarrett if they tried to perv.

Finally the Asylum was his once he had his company. It felt so good, so good to own a part of his history, and to put on shows like his father and grandfather once did. But just like everything else, he lost it. Lost the Asylum, lost the company completely to the Carters. Now, he had to watch helplessly as the place was marked for destruction- to be leveled to the ground, to be lost to history.

Jeff swallowed the knot that worked it's way up to his throat. "Christ." He choked out and threw the flowers down on the ground in front of the doorway. He crumpled to his knees, burying his face into his hands as he let out a small, frustrated sob lost in the autumn night air.

Chris was walking by when he heard a small sob. He looked for the sorce and found Jeff crying "Are you ok?" He asked softly.

Jeff tumbled back a bit, having been caught off guard by Chris. He looked up at him and shook his head, letting out a tortured sounding "No". He shook his head and sighed. "Ahm sorry Chris. Jus'... comin' to visit before it's gone."

Chris nodded "Yeah i heard about it, i'm sorry." he said.

Jeff shook his head. "Ahm a failure, Chris. Ah failed to save the Asylum. Ah failed to hold on to mah own company. Ah failed so much an' so many. Ahm so sorry Chris, because ah... ah failed you and the boys most of all. Now look at TNA. Ah don't even recognize it." He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. "Ahm sorry. Ahm jus' tired an' frustrated."

Chris shook his head "Its ok and your not a failure boss, you've just hit a speedbump."

Jeff looked up at him again, and then back down at the flowers he laid down on the ground. "Yeah... ahm sure that's it." He nodded, lying through his teeth. "Chris, what the hell are ya doin' out here anyway? Have ya come to pay your respects too?"

Chris nodded "Yeah and i knew you would be here and wanted to see how you were doing boss."

"Ahhh yeah, ahm fine. A lil' down but that's okay." He got up off the ground. "thanks for stoppin' by, it does mean a lot to me. Come on, let's get the heck outta here."

Chris nodded and asked "You want to go get a drink?"

Jeff nodded slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ah think that'd be a good idea there, Chris. Ah could sure use one right about now. Lead the way- an' by the way, ahm designatin' you the designated driver. Ah plan on havin' more than jus' one drink."

Chris nodded "Ok boss." he said before leading Jeff to his car and getting into the drivers seat. Chris drove to one of the old bars they used to go to when TNA was still in Nashville. Chris smiled softly as they enter the bar and greeted the bartender, who was a old friend.

Jeff was still shaking off the colder than normal fall temperatures as he sat down at the bar, folding his hands tiredly in front of him. He gave a polite nod to the bartender and sighed. "What are ya gettin' Chris? Ah want Jack." Jack Daniels was his favorite. He was rarely seen at a bar drinking anything but.

Chris nodded as he sat down as well "That sounds good i'll have the same." Chris said before he put in their order. Chris smiled as he looked around the bar, the place had barely changed from the old days.

As soon as that drink hit the bar it was down Jeff's throat in a split second. "Mmmmph." He savored the slow burn, sighing softly and shaking it off. "Damn, that was good." He motioned to the bartender for another. "Thanks for this Chris. Ah needed a good drink. Or two."

Chris smiled "No problem boss you looked like you could use one." he said as he took a sip of his drink. He sighed as he looked around the room again, memories returning of coming to here after shows with James, AJ, Christopher and all the rest.

"Ain't that the honest to god truth?" Jeff mused into his drink swallowing down more dark liquid. He played with the glass a little, noticing the far off look on Chris's face. He tilted his head to the side, wondering what was on his mind. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a penny. He slid it over to Chris. "Penny for your thoughts, Chris?"

Chris gave a small almost sad smile "Just remembering the good old day when we used to come here after shows." he said softly before chuckling "I still remember the time James tried to get into a fight with Daniels, he was so drunk and all Christopher had to do was confused him with some big words and James forgot all about the fight."