Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2010 14:39:53 GMT -5
Time: 12:00pm
Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene opens up outside of Jay Price's south Philadelphia home, where Hank Brown and his cameraman have just pulled up in their white van with the WCF logo on the side. Hank parks the van alongside the curb and shuts off the engine as the two climb out. The cameraman grabs his gear out of the back of the van and follows Hank up the path to the front door. Hank knocks on the front door and waits for an answer. Inside of the house Trevor and Jordan are busy playing video games downstairs in the den. Jordan pauses the game and listens.
Jordan: Did you hear that?
Trevor: Hear what?
Jordan: It sounded like somebody knocking on a door.
Trevor: Dude you need to cut back on the weed.
Jordan unpauses the game and the two go back to playing. Back outside of the house Hank is growing impatient as he continues to knock on the door.
Cameraman: Maybe nobody is home?
Hank Brown: No he's here, his car is parked in the driveway.
Hank reaches down and turns the door handle and finds it to be unlocked. He slowly pushes the door open and sticks his head inside.
Hank Brown: Hello? Anybody home?
Hank pushes the door all the way open and steps into the hallway. It's quiet and it seems as though nobody is home.
Cameraman: See I told you, nobodies home.
Hank Brown: Yeah you're probably right, I guess we shou..
From somewhere in the house the sound of laughter can be heard. Hank walks down the hallway toward the living room and looks around to find it empty. Hank continues to walk around the house followed by the cameraman in search of Price. Downstairs Jordan pauses the game again as the sound of footsteps can be heard on the floorboards above.
Jordan: Okay I might be high, but I know I'm not imagining that.
The two set down their controllers and quietly heads up the stairs. Trevor opens the door at the top of the steps a crack and looks out. Standing only a few feet in front of him, with their backs turned to him, are Hank and the cameraman. Trevor turns toward Jordan and mouths the words "it's Hank" before easing the door open slowly.
Hank Brown: Okay you heard the voices too right?
Cameraman: Yeah I heard them.
Hank Brown: So where in the hell are they?
Cameraman: I don't know, maybe the...AHH!
Jordan taps the cameraman on the shoulder causing him to jump up in the air and drop his camera.
Hank Brown: What the hell did you do that for?
Trevor: What the hell are you doing in here?
Jordan: Yeah I don't think either of us let you in.
Hank Brown: Oh well I..umm..had an interview with Jay scheduled.
Trevor: Well he isn't home right now.
Hank Brown: Well where is he?
Jordan: He doesn't tell us where he's going, he just leaves.
Hank Brown: Any idea when he'll be back?
Trevor: Nope.
Hank Brown: Well great, this was just one big waste of time. Let's get out of here.
Cameraman: What about my camera? The lens is cracked.
Hank Brown: Oh shut up and come on.
Hank storms out of the house and heads for the van with the cameraman in tow. Back inside of the house Jordan and Trevor are grinning as they watch Hank throw a bitch fit in the van.
Trevor: Think we should have told him that Jay is at the hospital?
Jordan: Nah that was funnier.
Jordan pushes the door shut and the two head back downstairs to resume playing video games as the scene fades out.
Time: 1:15pm
The scene opens back up inside of a private hospital room where Jay Price is lounging in a chair beside a hospital bed. Currently he's eating some cherry jell-o out of a clear plastic cup while watching Kazaam on the TV in the corner. Lying in the bed next to him is Kimberly Williams, still unconscious from the brutal attack she suffered at the hands of Nikki Venus at Timebomb. The door to the room opens and a nurse walks in wheeling a cart. She checks Kimberly's vitals and changes her IV bag before turning her attention to Price.
Nurse: Family member?
Jay Price: Nope.
Nurse: Husband? Fiancee?
Jay Price: Nope.
Nurse: Then what's your relationship with Ms. Williams?
Jay Price: I've been banging her for the last week and a half.
The nurse looks appalled as she turns and wheels the cart out of the room. Price laughs at his own joke as he turns the volume to the TV up a little bit more.
Kim: You're such an asshole Jay.
Jay Price: It's about time you woke your lazy ass up.
Kim: Uggh..I feel like I got ran over by a damn truck.
Jay Price: Oh you took a ddt to the ground. Quit being such a damn wimp.
Kim: I didn't sign up to be some whores punching bag Jay. Why didn't you tell me I could get hurt when you hired me?
Jay Price: I figured you'd be smart enough to realize that being at ringside at a wrestling match could be dangerous.
Kim: Well obviously I didn't know that.
Jay Price: Meh, you'll live.
Kim: Such an asshole.
Jay Price: So I've been told.
Kim: So any word on when I'm getting out of here?
Jay Price: A couple of days. They want to make sure you didn't fuck your neck up too badly.
Kim: So what's going on this week?
Jay Price: Nothing really, Seth gave me the week off for pinning Creeps.
Kim: Are you going to show up at Slam?
Jay Price: Of course I am. You know I have to give all my adoring fans their weekly dose of Price.
Kim tries to hold back a laugh.
Jay Price: Something funny?
Kim: Nothing.
Jay Price: Thought so. Anyway I gotta get out here and head back to the house. You hurry up and get better, I'm going to need you in top shape in time for Explosion.
Kim: Wait what? I'm not going to be back at ringside anytime soon.
Jay Price: We'll see about that.
Price gets out of the chair and pulls his sunglasses down from off the top of his head.
Kim: Hey wait! Did you eat my fucking jell-o?
Jay Price: No, the nurse stole it while you were sleeping.
Kim: That bitch!
Price heads off toward the door, grinning as Kim angrily pushes the button to summon the nurse.
[Scene Fade]
Time: 2:00pm
I AM YOUR GOD!
The scene fades back in with Jay Price, Trevor and Jordan sitting around Price's living room back in his South Philly home. Price is sitting on his couch wearing a clown mask while holding a mirror up to his face.
Jordan: What the hell are you doing?
Price sets the mirror down and pulls the mask off of his face.
Jay Price: I don't know, I figured with everybody claiming to be God while wearing a mask or face paint I'd give it a try.
Trevor: Yeah well no offense but you looked like a fucking moron.
Jay Price: Apparently you have to be a special type of person to be able to pull that look off.
Jordan: So how's Kim doing?
Jay Price: She'll be all right. Doc said she be able to check out in a few days.
Trevor: That's good.
Jordan: Yeah, glad to hear it.
Jay Price: All right enough with all this caring bullshit let's talk business. I'm not wrestling on Sunday but the three of us are still going to make an appearance.
Jordan: Sweet. What are we doing?
Jay Price: We aren't doing anything. I'm going to have a little sit down with Seth to talk about some things and you two are tagging along because I'm not leaving the two of you alone in my house for two days.
Trevor: Oh come on Jay, we won't do anything stupid.
Jay Price: Oh really? So then tell me why Hank called me up to inform me that I owe his cameraman a thousand dollars for a new camera because of you two.
Trevor and Jordan look at each other and grin.
Jay Price: Exactly. Besides it's about time you two got formally introduced to the boss.
Jordan: Are we finally going to get contracts?
Jay Price: Hell no! You two aren't anywhere near ready to start wrestling professionally.
Trevor: Well maybe we would be if you would actually start training us.
Jay Price: Uh in case you haven't noticed I'm a rather busy person.
Price reaches over beside him on the couch and picks up the remote before turning the TV on to the end of Kazaam.
Jay Price: But don't worry, now that we're all done with this searching bullshit we can start making plans to get you two into the ring in the near future.
Trevor: Speaking of that, why did we even go out to California in the first place? You spent all of 15 minutes talking to some guy in a back alley before we headed for the airport to go to Dallas.
Jay Price: Let's just say that the information I got from that guy ended our search prematurely.
Jordan: And what were we searching for anyway?
Jay Price: My mother.
Jordan: And what did the guy tell you about her?
Jay Price: That he has no fucking clue where she went. Apparently she got in trouble with the feds a few years ago and disappeared with some guy to avoid prison time.
Trevor: And he couldn't tell you all of that over the phone? That's some bullshit.
Jay Price: Which is also why he disappeared not long after that meeting.
Jordan: Nice. So what are we going to do about Explosion?
Jay Price: What do you mean?
Jordan: Well this "Oblivion" guy apparently means business. Didn't you see the video from his recent promo?
Jay Price: Yeah I saw it.
Jordan: And?
Jay Price: And it looked like his last few dozen promos. Look here's the thing you need to know about Oblivion. He's.....fucking mental. He's another nut job that runs around claiming to be God. The only difference between him and everyone else in WCF that claims the same thing is that he has a merry band of brainwashed lunatics and midgets that follow his every word.
Trevor: Sounds like a damn cult.
Jay Price: Pretty much. Don't get me wrong, the guy knows how to recruit the bottom of the barrel for his followers....and his women, but he also isn't the pushover that Creeping Death was. That's where you two are going to come in. I want you both in the arena and on hand just in case any of his little minions decide that they want to get involved.
Jordan: You can count on us.
Jay Price: Good. Now..
Price reaches down onto the coffee table in front of him and picks up a brown wooden box. He puts the box on his lap, opens up the lid and pulls out a baggie with some joints already rolled inside.
Jay Price: Who feels like getting high off their ass?
Price opens up the baggie and hands both Trevor and Jordan a joint before pulling one out for himself and closing the box back up. The scene ends with Price pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting up the end of his.
Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene opens up outside of Jay Price's south Philadelphia home, where Hank Brown and his cameraman have just pulled up in their white van with the WCF logo on the side. Hank parks the van alongside the curb and shuts off the engine as the two climb out. The cameraman grabs his gear out of the back of the van and follows Hank up the path to the front door. Hank knocks on the front door and waits for an answer. Inside of the house Trevor and Jordan are busy playing video games downstairs in the den. Jordan pauses the game and listens.
Jordan: Did you hear that?
Trevor: Hear what?
Jordan: It sounded like somebody knocking on a door.
Trevor: Dude you need to cut back on the weed.
Jordan unpauses the game and the two go back to playing. Back outside of the house Hank is growing impatient as he continues to knock on the door.
Cameraman: Maybe nobody is home?
Hank Brown: No he's here, his car is parked in the driveway.
Hank reaches down and turns the door handle and finds it to be unlocked. He slowly pushes the door open and sticks his head inside.
Hank Brown: Hello? Anybody home?
Hank pushes the door all the way open and steps into the hallway. It's quiet and it seems as though nobody is home.
Cameraman: See I told you, nobodies home.
Hank Brown: Yeah you're probably right, I guess we shou..
From somewhere in the house the sound of laughter can be heard. Hank walks down the hallway toward the living room and looks around to find it empty. Hank continues to walk around the house followed by the cameraman in search of Price. Downstairs Jordan pauses the game again as the sound of footsteps can be heard on the floorboards above.
Jordan: Okay I might be high, but I know I'm not imagining that.
The two set down their controllers and quietly heads up the stairs. Trevor opens the door at the top of the steps a crack and looks out. Standing only a few feet in front of him, with their backs turned to him, are Hank and the cameraman. Trevor turns toward Jordan and mouths the words "it's Hank" before easing the door open slowly.
Hank Brown: Okay you heard the voices too right?
Cameraman: Yeah I heard them.
Hank Brown: So where in the hell are they?
Cameraman: I don't know, maybe the...AHH!
Jordan taps the cameraman on the shoulder causing him to jump up in the air and drop his camera.
Hank Brown: What the hell did you do that for?
Trevor: What the hell are you doing in here?
Jordan: Yeah I don't think either of us let you in.
Hank Brown: Oh well I..umm..had an interview with Jay scheduled.
Trevor: Well he isn't home right now.
Hank Brown: Well where is he?
Jordan: He doesn't tell us where he's going, he just leaves.
Hank Brown: Any idea when he'll be back?
Trevor: Nope.
Hank Brown: Well great, this was just one big waste of time. Let's get out of here.
Cameraman: What about my camera? The lens is cracked.
Hank Brown: Oh shut up and come on.
Hank storms out of the house and heads for the van with the cameraman in tow. Back inside of the house Jordan and Trevor are grinning as they watch Hank throw a bitch fit in the van.
Trevor: Think we should have told him that Jay is at the hospital?
Jordan: Nah that was funnier.
Jordan pushes the door shut and the two head back downstairs to resume playing video games as the scene fades out.
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Time: 1:15pm
The scene opens back up inside of a private hospital room where Jay Price is lounging in a chair beside a hospital bed. Currently he's eating some cherry jell-o out of a clear plastic cup while watching Kazaam on the TV in the corner. Lying in the bed next to him is Kimberly Williams, still unconscious from the brutal attack she suffered at the hands of Nikki Venus at Timebomb. The door to the room opens and a nurse walks in wheeling a cart. She checks Kimberly's vitals and changes her IV bag before turning her attention to Price.
Nurse: Family member?
Jay Price: Nope.
Nurse: Husband? Fiancee?
Jay Price: Nope.
Nurse: Then what's your relationship with Ms. Williams?
Jay Price: I've been banging her for the last week and a half.
The nurse looks appalled as she turns and wheels the cart out of the room. Price laughs at his own joke as he turns the volume to the TV up a little bit more.
Kim: You're such an asshole Jay.
Jay Price: It's about time you woke your lazy ass up.
Kim: Uggh..I feel like I got ran over by a damn truck.
Jay Price: Oh you took a ddt to the ground. Quit being such a damn wimp.
Kim: I didn't sign up to be some whores punching bag Jay. Why didn't you tell me I could get hurt when you hired me?
Jay Price: I figured you'd be smart enough to realize that being at ringside at a wrestling match could be dangerous.
Kim: Well obviously I didn't know that.
Jay Price: Meh, you'll live.
Kim: Such an asshole.
Jay Price: So I've been told.
Kim: So any word on when I'm getting out of here?
Jay Price: A couple of days. They want to make sure you didn't fuck your neck up too badly.
Kim: So what's going on this week?
Jay Price: Nothing really, Seth gave me the week off for pinning Creeps.
Kim: Are you going to show up at Slam?
Jay Price: Of course I am. You know I have to give all my adoring fans their weekly dose of Price.
Kim tries to hold back a laugh.
Jay Price: Something funny?
Kim: Nothing.
Jay Price: Thought so. Anyway I gotta get out here and head back to the house. You hurry up and get better, I'm going to need you in top shape in time for Explosion.
Kim: Wait what? I'm not going to be back at ringside anytime soon.
Jay Price: We'll see about that.
Price gets out of the chair and pulls his sunglasses down from off the top of his head.
Kim: Hey wait! Did you eat my fucking jell-o?
Jay Price: No, the nurse stole it while you were sleeping.
Kim: That bitch!
Price heads off toward the door, grinning as Kim angrily pushes the button to summon the nurse.
[Scene Fade]
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Time: 2:00pm
I AM YOUR GOD!
The scene fades back in with Jay Price, Trevor and Jordan sitting around Price's living room back in his South Philly home. Price is sitting on his couch wearing a clown mask while holding a mirror up to his face.
Jordan: What the hell are you doing?
Price sets the mirror down and pulls the mask off of his face.
Jay Price: I don't know, I figured with everybody claiming to be God while wearing a mask or face paint I'd give it a try.
Trevor: Yeah well no offense but you looked like a fucking moron.
Jay Price: Apparently you have to be a special type of person to be able to pull that look off.
Jordan: So how's Kim doing?
Jay Price: She'll be all right. Doc said she be able to check out in a few days.
Trevor: That's good.
Jordan: Yeah, glad to hear it.
Jay Price: All right enough with all this caring bullshit let's talk business. I'm not wrestling on Sunday but the three of us are still going to make an appearance.
Jordan: Sweet. What are we doing?
Jay Price: We aren't doing anything. I'm going to have a little sit down with Seth to talk about some things and you two are tagging along because I'm not leaving the two of you alone in my house for two days.
Trevor: Oh come on Jay, we won't do anything stupid.
Jay Price: Oh really? So then tell me why Hank called me up to inform me that I owe his cameraman a thousand dollars for a new camera because of you two.
Trevor and Jordan look at each other and grin.
Jay Price: Exactly. Besides it's about time you two got formally introduced to the boss.
Jordan: Are we finally going to get contracts?
Jay Price: Hell no! You two aren't anywhere near ready to start wrestling professionally.
Trevor: Well maybe we would be if you would actually start training us.
Jay Price: Uh in case you haven't noticed I'm a rather busy person.
Price reaches over beside him on the couch and picks up the remote before turning the TV on to the end of Kazaam.
Jay Price: But don't worry, now that we're all done with this searching bullshit we can start making plans to get you two into the ring in the near future.
Trevor: Speaking of that, why did we even go out to California in the first place? You spent all of 15 minutes talking to some guy in a back alley before we headed for the airport to go to Dallas.
Jay Price: Let's just say that the information I got from that guy ended our search prematurely.
Jordan: And what were we searching for anyway?
Jay Price: My mother.
Jordan: And what did the guy tell you about her?
Jay Price: That he has no fucking clue where she went. Apparently she got in trouble with the feds a few years ago and disappeared with some guy to avoid prison time.
Trevor: And he couldn't tell you all of that over the phone? That's some bullshit.
Jay Price: Which is also why he disappeared not long after that meeting.
Jordan: Nice. So what are we going to do about Explosion?
Jay Price: What do you mean?
Jordan: Well this "Oblivion" guy apparently means business. Didn't you see the video from his recent promo?
Jay Price: Yeah I saw it.
Jordan: And?
Jay Price: And it looked like his last few dozen promos. Look here's the thing you need to know about Oblivion. He's.....fucking mental. He's another nut job that runs around claiming to be God. The only difference between him and everyone else in WCF that claims the same thing is that he has a merry band of brainwashed lunatics and midgets that follow his every word.
Trevor: Sounds like a damn cult.
Jay Price: Pretty much. Don't get me wrong, the guy knows how to recruit the bottom of the barrel for his followers....and his women, but he also isn't the pushover that Creeping Death was. That's where you two are going to come in. I want you both in the arena and on hand just in case any of his little minions decide that they want to get involved.
Jordan: You can count on us.
Jay Price: Good. Now..
Price reaches down onto the coffee table in front of him and picks up a brown wooden box. He puts the box on his lap, opens up the lid and pulls out a baggie with some joints already rolled inside.
Jay Price: Who feels like getting high off their ass?
Price opens up the baggie and hands both Trevor and Jordan a joint before pulling one out for himself and closing the box back up. The scene ends with Price pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting up the end of his.
