Post by Jayson Price on Jun 1, 2014 16:49:30 GMT -5
May 31st, 2014
Price Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
11PM
"Sussudio" by Phil Collins can be heard loudly playing as the scene fades in on the top floor Price Tower. The moonlight filtering through the curtains is the lone light illuminating the living room as Cameraman Stu makes his way off the elevator.
Cameraman Stu: "Where is this mother fucker?"
A faint knocking sound can be heard at the end of the hallway that leads to Price's bedroom. Stu weighs his options and finally decides to go and check on him.
Cameraman Stu: "Price? You up?"
The knocking sound becomes louder as Stu approaches the door to Price's room. Stu knocks on the door and calls out Price's name but the music drowns it out. Stu takes to pounding on the door.
Cameraman Stu: "PRICE! ARE YOU OKAY?"
Still no answer as Stu tries the doorknob. It's unlocked.
Cameraman Stu: "Hey man, I thought we were goi-"
Stu pushes the door open and is greeted by the sight of Jayson Price on his bed, kneeling behind a woman as he thrusts himself into her as she has her face buried between the legs of another woman.
Jayson Price: "Don't just stare at it, eat it."
Price continues to thrust as he turns his head to the nearby mirror and flexes his arm and chest muscles.
Stu, both mesmerized and horrified by the obscene sight in front of him, is frozen in place with his hand still on the doorknob. He tries to speak but the words are stuck in his throat.
Jayson Price: "Do you hear the words being sung? Can you appreciate the brilliance of Phil Collins' words as he sings this part?"
As he speaks, Price repeatedly smacks the ass of the woman he's thrusting into, causing her to scream out in pleasure or pain.
Jayson Price: "Quiet. Enjoy the song."
Price closes his eyes as he turns his head up to the ceiling and begins humming along to the song. Stu finally finds his voice and speaks.
Cameraman Stu: "Uh..uh.."
Price opens his eyes and looks down to see which of the two hookers is interrupting his Phil time and finally notices Stu in the doorway.
Jayson Price: "WHAT THE FUCK STU?"
Price shoves the girl he's kneeling behind away from him, causing both women to roll off the bed and onto the floor. Stu turns and runs before the audience is treated to the sight of Price's member.
Cameraman Stu: "I'M SORRY!"
Stu begins screaming like a frightened little girl as he runs for the elevator. Price runs out from his bedroom in a pair of boxer shorts with a baseball bat raised in the air like an axe.
Jayson Price: "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PERVERT!"
Stu reaches the elevator and begins frantically pressing the button as Price nears. The doors slide open and Stu races inside, slapping a random button before cowering in the corner. The doors begin to slide shut and Stu breathes a sigh of relief. Suddenly the end of the bat appears between the doors before they can close and they pop back open. Price steps into the elevator and presses the end of the bat into Stu's ribs.
Cameraman Stu: "I SAID I WAS SORRY!"
Jayson Price: "Stop sounding so fucking sad! Jesus!"
Stu begins sobbing as Price pulls the bat away from him. Stu finally opens his eyes as he stares up at Price with a bit of hope in his eyes. Price responds by thrusting the end into his face. Stu falls over unconscious as Price hits a button.
Jayson Price: "God damn square."
The scene fades out to black as the doors to the elevator slide shut.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as the sounds of Stealers Wheel's "Stuck In The Middle With You" can be heard playing. Cameraman Stu is seated in a folding chair with a piece of duct tape over his mouth and blood running from his forehead and nose. The camera pans over and we see Jayson Price dancing back and forth to the music, humming along as he twirls a straight razor in the air. Price finally stops dancing and steps forward to lightly slap Stu on the cheek to wake him up.
Jayson Price: "Wakey wakey, hands off snakey."
Stu's eyes flutter as he wakes up and then they open up fully as he realizes where he's at. He tries to get up but his hands and feet are tied. He begins yelling from behind the duct tape so Price slaps him again, this time a bit harder.
Jayson Price: "Will you shut the fuck up? This is my favorite part!"
Price walks over to the boombox sitting on a nearby table and cranks up the song as he resumes dancing and humming. Stu begins rocking back and forth in his chair as he tries to get free. Price begins slashing the knife through the air as he dances his way toward Stu, causing Stu to scream even louder.
Jayson Price: "Shh, it'll all be over soon."
Price reaches the knife out and nicks Stu's face with the point, causing him to begin sobbing.
Jayson Price: "Oh come on, I barely even got you that time."
Price reaches out with the knife and cuts Stu a bit deeper, causing tears to gush down his face.
Jayson Price: "See? There was no need to cry the first time, you pussy."
Stu continues sobbing as Price nicks him a third time and then backs away doing a little shuffle. He then tosses the knife to the side as he walks over to the boombox and flips it off.
Jayson Price: "So what was that all about earlier Stu? You get your rocks off watching other guys have sex with women? You want me to bang your wife? Huh? Want me to show her the white mamba? I'll give her the good pipe and make it so you never get any poon."
Stu continues to sob as his tears mix with blood and run down his face.
Jayson Price: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What was that?"
Price cups his ear as he listens to the muffled cries of Stu.
Jayson Price: "What's that? You couldn't hear my question because you're too busy crying like a little bitch?"
Price steps forward and grabs the ear of Stu.
Jayson Price: "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? HUH? YOU LITTLE FUCKING PERVERT? DID YOU GET HARD WATCHING ME FUCK THOSE BROADS? YOU LITTLE ASS PIRATE!"
Price releases Stu's ear and slaps him again. He then rips off the duct tape and Stu lets out a little yelp before going back to sobbing.
Jayson Price: "Jesus, will you turn off the waterworks already?"
Stu winces as Price grabs a second chair but he simply sets it up and takes a seat. Wiping the sweat off his face with his hands, Price shoots Stu a smile.
Jayson Price: "You liking all these movie references?"
Cameraman Stu: "Wh-wh-wh-what?"
Jayson Price: "Nevermind. Now then, what the fuck was that all about earlier?"
Cameraman Stu: "You called me over!"
Jayson Price: "I left you a voicemail and you never called me back. You should know by now you need to fucking call me before you show up."
Cameraman Stu: "WELL NOW I KNOW!"
Jayson Price: "Well that doesn't explain why you were just standing there watching me. What the fuck man? I mean I'm all for doing it on camera but an audience? That's a bit much even when I've been drinking."
Cameraman Stu: "I don't know! Okay? I don't know. I opened the door and I just froze."
Jayson Price: "Was it my O-Face? I've been told it's as beautiful as a sunset."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Then again a ho said it so she may have just been looking for a tip. And she got one."
Price points to his penis for emphasis.
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "So did you learn your lesson?"
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Hello? Anybody home?"
Price reaches over and knocks on Stu's head. He shakes it and then lets out a sigh.
Cameraman Stu: "If you could never make me picture that scene again that'd be just great."
Price grins and chuckles as he sits back.
Cameraman Stu: "So you think you could let me out of this tape now?"
Jayson Price: "Let's see where the night takes us."
Cameraman Stu: "Well I suppose we could talk about the World Title Match against Steve."
Jayson Price: "Eh, nothing to talk about really. Too many people are already overthinking it, trying to make is sound like Steve and I are going to kill each other for the belt and stop being friends and all other kinds of bullshit. I'll tell you what I've been telling everyone, Steve and I are just fine. We're bros now, we'll be bros after the match. Even after I win the belt off of him."
Cameraman Stu: "And if he wins the match?"
Jayson Price: "..."
Cameraman Stu: "Exactly. What ha-"
Jayson Price: "Fuck off. We'll be bros after the match and that's that."
Cameraman Stu: "We'll what about your match at Slam? Against the Big Time Jerks?"
Jayson Price: "..."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Really?"
Cameraman Stu: "Nothing at all to say?"
Jayson Price: "Uh, I'm thinking it would be best for the world if I used Reb's time machine to travel back in time to bitch slap Grandpappy Zebediah Young off of his drunk, twelve year old niece so Adam Young was never born."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, just try picturing that family tree. Fucking branches crisscrossing all over the place like a fucking toddler's drawling."
Cameraman Stu: "Well what does that have to do with the match?"
Jayson Price: "Nothing, I just love making fun of inbred rednecks. In fact, I'm working on a book. Thinking about calling it "50 Shades Of Hand Prints On Your Mother's Face Because She Sassed Me"."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Too long of a title?"
Cameraman Stu: "Just a tad."
Jayson Price: "Oh well, I'm still working on it."
Cameraman Stu: "That's good. So, uh, about me getting out of this tape? I really have to pee."
Jayson Price: "Oh? Well too bad."
Price gets up out of his seat and kicks Stu backward. Stu's left struggling to free himself from the chair while on his back as Price takes back. The scene then fades to black.
Price Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
11PM
"Sussudio" by Phil Collins can be heard loudly playing as the scene fades in on the top floor Price Tower. The moonlight filtering through the curtains is the lone light illuminating the living room as Cameraman Stu makes his way off the elevator.
Cameraman Stu: "Where is this mother fucker?"
A faint knocking sound can be heard at the end of the hallway that leads to Price's bedroom. Stu weighs his options and finally decides to go and check on him.
Cameraman Stu: "Price? You up?"
The knocking sound becomes louder as Stu approaches the door to Price's room. Stu knocks on the door and calls out Price's name but the music drowns it out. Stu takes to pounding on the door.
Cameraman Stu: "PRICE! ARE YOU OKAY?"
Still no answer as Stu tries the doorknob. It's unlocked.
Cameraman Stu: "Hey man, I thought we were goi-"
Stu pushes the door open and is greeted by the sight of Jayson Price on his bed, kneeling behind a woman as he thrusts himself into her as she has her face buried between the legs of another woman.
Jayson Price: "Don't just stare at it, eat it."
Price continues to thrust as he turns his head to the nearby mirror and flexes his arm and chest muscles.
Stu, both mesmerized and horrified by the obscene sight in front of him, is frozen in place with his hand still on the doorknob. He tries to speak but the words are stuck in his throat.
Jayson Price: "Do you hear the words being sung? Can you appreciate the brilliance of Phil Collins' words as he sings this part?"
As he speaks, Price repeatedly smacks the ass of the woman he's thrusting into, causing her to scream out in pleasure or pain.
Jayson Price: "Quiet. Enjoy the song."
Price closes his eyes as he turns his head up to the ceiling and begins humming along to the song. Stu finally finds his voice and speaks.
Cameraman Stu: "Uh..uh.."
Price opens his eyes and looks down to see which of the two hookers is interrupting his Phil time and finally notices Stu in the doorway.
Jayson Price: "WHAT THE FUCK STU?"
Price shoves the girl he's kneeling behind away from him, causing both women to roll off the bed and onto the floor. Stu turns and runs before the audience is treated to the sight of Price's member.
Cameraman Stu: "I'M SORRY!"
Stu begins screaming like a frightened little girl as he runs for the elevator. Price runs out from his bedroom in a pair of boxer shorts with a baseball bat raised in the air like an axe.
Jayson Price: "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PERVERT!"
Stu reaches the elevator and begins frantically pressing the button as Price nears. The doors slide open and Stu races inside, slapping a random button before cowering in the corner. The doors begin to slide shut and Stu breathes a sigh of relief. Suddenly the end of the bat appears between the doors before they can close and they pop back open. Price steps into the elevator and presses the end of the bat into Stu's ribs.
Cameraman Stu: "I SAID I WAS SORRY!"
Jayson Price: "Stop sounding so fucking sad! Jesus!"
Stu begins sobbing as Price pulls the bat away from him. Stu finally opens his eyes as he stares up at Price with a bit of hope in his eyes. Price responds by thrusting the end into his face. Stu falls over unconscious as Price hits a button.
Jayson Price: "God damn square."
The scene fades out to black as the doors to the elevator slide shut.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as the sounds of Stealers Wheel's "Stuck In The Middle With You" can be heard playing. Cameraman Stu is seated in a folding chair with a piece of duct tape over his mouth and blood running from his forehead and nose. The camera pans over and we see Jayson Price dancing back and forth to the music, humming along as he twirls a straight razor in the air. Price finally stops dancing and steps forward to lightly slap Stu on the cheek to wake him up.
Jayson Price: "Wakey wakey, hands off snakey."
Stu's eyes flutter as he wakes up and then they open up fully as he realizes where he's at. He tries to get up but his hands and feet are tied. He begins yelling from behind the duct tape so Price slaps him again, this time a bit harder.
Jayson Price: "Will you shut the fuck up? This is my favorite part!"
Price walks over to the boombox sitting on a nearby table and cranks up the song as he resumes dancing and humming. Stu begins rocking back and forth in his chair as he tries to get free. Price begins slashing the knife through the air as he dances his way toward Stu, causing Stu to scream even louder.
Jayson Price: "Shh, it'll all be over soon."
Price reaches the knife out and nicks Stu's face with the point, causing him to begin sobbing.
Jayson Price: "Oh come on, I barely even got you that time."
Price reaches out with the knife and cuts Stu a bit deeper, causing tears to gush down his face.
Jayson Price: "See? There was no need to cry the first time, you pussy."
Stu continues sobbing as Price nicks him a third time and then backs away doing a little shuffle. He then tosses the knife to the side as he walks over to the boombox and flips it off.
Jayson Price: "So what was that all about earlier Stu? You get your rocks off watching other guys have sex with women? You want me to bang your wife? Huh? Want me to show her the white mamba? I'll give her the good pipe and make it so you never get any poon."
Stu continues to sob as his tears mix with blood and run down his face.
Jayson Price: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What was that?"
Price cups his ear as he listens to the muffled cries of Stu.
Jayson Price: "What's that? You couldn't hear my question because you're too busy crying like a little bitch?"
Price steps forward and grabs the ear of Stu.
Jayson Price: "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? HUH? YOU LITTLE FUCKING PERVERT? DID YOU GET HARD WATCHING ME FUCK THOSE BROADS? YOU LITTLE ASS PIRATE!"
Price releases Stu's ear and slaps him again. He then rips off the duct tape and Stu lets out a little yelp before going back to sobbing.
Jayson Price: "Jesus, will you turn off the waterworks already?"
Stu winces as Price grabs a second chair but he simply sets it up and takes a seat. Wiping the sweat off his face with his hands, Price shoots Stu a smile.
Jayson Price: "You liking all these movie references?"
Cameraman Stu: "Wh-wh-wh-what?"
Jayson Price: "Nevermind. Now then, what the fuck was that all about earlier?"
Cameraman Stu: "You called me over!"
Jayson Price: "I left you a voicemail and you never called me back. You should know by now you need to fucking call me before you show up."
Cameraman Stu: "WELL NOW I KNOW!"
Jayson Price: "Well that doesn't explain why you were just standing there watching me. What the fuck man? I mean I'm all for doing it on camera but an audience? That's a bit much even when I've been drinking."
Cameraman Stu: "I don't know! Okay? I don't know. I opened the door and I just froze."
Jayson Price: "Was it my O-Face? I've been told it's as beautiful as a sunset."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Then again a ho said it so she may have just been looking for a tip. And she got one."
Price points to his penis for emphasis.
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "So did you learn your lesson?"
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Hello? Anybody home?"
Price reaches over and knocks on Stu's head. He shakes it and then lets out a sigh.
Cameraman Stu: "If you could never make me picture that scene again that'd be just great."
Price grins and chuckles as he sits back.
Cameraman Stu: "So you think you could let me out of this tape now?"
Jayson Price: "Let's see where the night takes us."
Cameraman Stu: "Well I suppose we could talk about the World Title Match against Steve."
Jayson Price: "Eh, nothing to talk about really. Too many people are already overthinking it, trying to make is sound like Steve and I are going to kill each other for the belt and stop being friends and all other kinds of bullshit. I'll tell you what I've been telling everyone, Steve and I are just fine. We're bros now, we'll be bros after the match. Even after I win the belt off of him."
Cameraman Stu: "And if he wins the match?"
Jayson Price: "..."
Cameraman Stu: "Exactly. What ha-"
Jayson Price: "Fuck off. We'll be bros after the match and that's that."
Cameraman Stu: "We'll what about your match at Slam? Against the Big Time Jerks?"
Jayson Price: "..."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Really?"
Cameraman Stu: "Nothing at all to say?"
Jayson Price: "Uh, I'm thinking it would be best for the world if I used Reb's time machine to travel back in time to bitch slap Grandpappy Zebediah Young off of his drunk, twelve year old niece so Adam Young was never born."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, just try picturing that family tree. Fucking branches crisscrossing all over the place like a fucking toddler's drawling."
Cameraman Stu: "Well what does that have to do with the match?"
Jayson Price: "Nothing, I just love making fun of inbred rednecks. In fact, I'm working on a book. Thinking about calling it "50 Shades Of Hand Prints On Your Mother's Face Because She Sassed Me"."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "Too long of a title?"
Cameraman Stu: "Just a tad."
Jayson Price: "Oh well, I'm still working on it."
Cameraman Stu: "That's good. So, uh, about me getting out of this tape? I really have to pee."
Jayson Price: "Oh? Well too bad."
Price gets up out of his seat and kicks Stu backward. Stu's left struggling to free himself from the chair while on his back as Price takes back. The scene then fades to black.