WCF Exclusive: The Ultimate Series Episode 4: Narcissistic
Jul 30, 2017 2:50:17 GMT -5
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Post by "Iron Heart" Ethan King on Jul 30, 2017 2:50:17 GMT -5
The Ultimate Series: Episode 4 - Narcissistic
Starring Ethan King. Filmed by Gavino Octavian Deltas.
Producer Note: All Episodes of The Ultimate Series were filmed prior to the 29th of July, 2017.
Starring Ethan King. Filmed by Gavino Octavian Deltas.
Producer Note: All Episodes of The Ultimate Series were filmed prior to the 29th of July, 2017.
We are presented with a briskly walking Ethan King, who is clearly being filmed with someone with a shaky and unsteady hand, as the camera trembles and wobbles as the unseen cameraman attempts to follow him from behind without dropping the expensive piece of equipment. Ethan pays him little mind as he strides confidently down the Chicago streets with a swagger that only a dual champion and a future Ultimate Showdown winner could possibly muster.
Looming off into the distance, stands the Eye of Everest. Formerly, whenever a Chicago citizen would drive or walk by this renowned area of the city, they would have seen the Chicago Tribune building raised proudly above them. Now? A creation of far more use stood tall, all-seeing and all-powerful above the rest of the city and the people that inhabited it. Ethan turns back to look at the camera, some strands of hair flopping downward over his sharp facial features as the wind begins to pick up.
“Tell me you’re getting this shot, right? We need to get this perfect.”
While he projects his voice above the wind, it’s clear that some of the noise is being ‘blown away’, so to speak. Meanwhile, the voice directly behind the camera is easier to hear, and can immediately be identified as the voice belonging to Ethan’s agent, Gavino Deltas. As he struggles to keep up with Ethan, his tone has a somewhat annoyed note within it.
“Get what perfect? You didn’t even tell me you were going to make me lug around a camera for an hour.”
Although it cannot be heard above the wind, Ethan throws his head back and appears to sigh, before setting his sights straight ahead once more, quickening his steps against the pavement beneath his feet.
“I’m simulating a day in the life of Jayson Price. You know how he rolls. For years he had at least one of his own personal cameramen following him around, filming his every move. He did it so much that the shit became a fucking routine, dude became a one-dimensional joke. He’s the type of guy that’ll go around saying ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’, whilst failing to realize that his whole damn game-plan is broken and that his strategy is a decade old. Like seriously, who still films their entire promo through a goddamn cameraman? At this point, I’m not even sure if we’re watching a wrestler, or a documentary off the history channel.”
“Well, off the top of my head, there is one guy who still goes with this sort of style…”
“Sidney J Warwick doesn’t count. He’s one of those ‘intellectuals’ who is arrogant enough to literally have an entire film made to document his career. Too bad for him that whole things going to end up like a fish out of water – because that shit’s gonna be flopping.”
“Logic lyrics? Really?”
“What? It’s still newer than anything Price has been doing recently.”
“True that.”
The two continue to walk, their pace causing them to overtake countless people along the pavements, some of which pause to look at the camera and then at the man that said camera is being pointed towards. Some of the people seem to recognize Ethan, as he has been a constant figure in Chicago and been present at many of David Sanchez’s mayoral speeches since becoming a part of Everest, but none of them say anything. Much like the Mayor, some of Chicago’s citizens were well aware of the mean streak that Ethan carried along with him and chose to spark up at random intervals, should someone manage to spite him enough.
As the Everest Eye drew nearer with every step, Ethan took a look behind him once more, towards the camera. Although this time, rather than his usual arrogant sneer, his face bore a look of confusion.
“Wait. Now that I think about it, didn’t Price get betrayed by his cameraman before the Trios Tournament that we killed him, Bishop and Digger in?”
The camera bobs up and down, as if to simulate a nod in response from Gavino.
“I thought so. Isn’t it funny that just last month, Price was searching for the kidnapped Shannan Lerch, who just so happened to be captured by his own fucking cameramen of all people? Like, how in the world do you even get outsmarted and plotted against by two guys who have literally been your bitch for years upon years? Trust Price of all people to get too arrogant and end up getting shitted on by some bottom of the barrel cunts who wouldn’t even know the first thing about being a real man.
“Not only that, but what happened to that whole ‘chapter’ of Jayson’s life, anyway? One minute, he’s in Mexico, almost killed by his own men who formed an entire plan to off him in the most brutal way possible – in a shit-hole with no way of finding any help. Then, from out of nowhere, with some plot convenience that only a Jayson Price could benefit from (hell, you’d think he was filming a movie or some shit, and every single part of it was staged to make him look better), Gravedigger comes along with his gang and saves him from doom.
“The weirdest part about it all? It’s been a month since all of that happened, and there’s been no development to that story whatsoever. Didn’t the two of them – Stu and Bob – capture the ‘woman you love’, Jayson? And after Gravedigger and his incompetent men failed to kill either of them, and after you were robbed of the same chance due to a jammed gun, and thus they both got away unscathed.
“If you really loved her, Jayson, wouldn’t you have gone after them? It’s been almost two months since all of that went down, and yet here you are still being the narcissistic, repetitive and unbearable cunt that you’ve always been. You haven’t hunted them down, you haven’t saved Shannan Lerch, and you’ve just moved right along to continuing your WCF career as you’ve always have. Knowing you, you’re probably going to get fucking embarrassed in this Ultimate Showdown match, and then you’re going to disappear for another few months before making a comeback like you always do. Then, finally, we’ll get some closure on your story, the story of what happened to Shannan, and how you heroically managed to wrest her from the clutches of your former cameramen. Won’t we? And then you’ll take another huge defeat and repeat the whole fucking process all over again. Rinse and repeat. You do the same shit over and over again, and you watch your wealth continue to accumulate, even as the reactions you garner your fans go from ‘wow!’ to ‘cool!’ to ‘meh’ to ‘oh, it’s this guy again.’
“It’s odd how Jayson’s career has gone over the years. It’s inarguable that he is one of the most successful guys in the history of the company. Just look at his record, and all the achievements he has earned over the years. While this would point to someone who should be regarded as a legend of the sport at this point, what he is instead is a fucking recurring side character in a story that should’ve been over a long damn time ago.
“Let me guess… you aren’t getting where I’m coming from? Well allow me to explain it in clearer terms. Look at all the top names that have come through the WCF during it’s time at the forefront of the wrestling industry. Corey Black, Torture, Jonny Fly. Hell, even Gravedigger to a certain extent. All of these guys? Even though they all made their name off of the WCF, they don’t NEED the WCF like Jayson Price NEEDS the WCF. They can all find success elsewhere if they need to, and it can generally be argued that throughout many time periods, that it was the WCF that needed THEM. Jayson Price? He’s never been required. He’s never been mandatory. There are some names that you simply can’t replace, but Price? He’s expendable, he’s your prototypical heel who has been followed by so many who have simply laid down and died due to their inability to bring it to the highest level of them all. Jayson Price? He’s an exception, he’s an anomaly, and while it can be argued that this is because he’s the ‘cream of the crop’ when it comes to being mostly generic and uninteresting, the point remains: Jayson Price is a talent who overachieved. And while he should be commended for such a feat, it’s still a sad reality that he is yet to accept.
“At the end of the day, Price has always been the type of guy to play sidekick to the bigger stars. Even when he’s been the World Champion, has anyone ever considered him to truly be the ‘top guy’? No, of course not. When he captured his first World Championship, he was competing in an era where Jonny Fly was regarded as the man to beat. And while he did manage to do that, it proved to be a fluke when he ended up losing the championship sixteen days later.
“Admirably, he was able to regain the championship years later, but even then, it was regarded as nothing more than a fluke. He wasn’t favoured to beat Wade Moor, a man who at that point in time was one of the most dominant forces in the federation. Moor knew this very well, and thus walked into that match not expecting much of a fight from his competitor. Price caught him off guard, and because of this he was basically handed a second World Title reign. One defense against Adam Young later… and then what the fuck ended up happening? He stepped into the ring with Joey Flash, the guy who was considered the ‘top dog’ of the federation, and got absolutely obliterated. It literally wasn’t even a contest. Once again, Price showed that he has literally no fighting spirit, and lacks all of the pride a champion should maintain even in the face of terrifying competition.
“But the main point of all this? There has never been a time in WCF history where Price has been regarded as the best wrestler of his time. No matter what, there has always been someone, whether it be his own teammate or a long-time rival, that has clearly outmatched him and left him even at his very best… as merely ‘number two’. Price has never known what it’s like to be ‘number one’, he’s always had to take that second place and live with it. This is probably his inner motive for coming back every now and again, he wants to see if he’s still got it, and if he can take that top spot which has always eluded him without fail. But newsflash, Jayson, any chance you had of ever capturing that spot? It died the moment you put in that half-assed effort against Flash and got promptly blown into oblivion. Just like Gravedigger, you’ve been afforded one last opportunity to prove if you’re worth a damn. You were just barely able to get your foot into the door for this Showdown match, after you were pitted against my stablemate, Bale Pascal, in a match literally just one week after a title defense on a PPV. It’s quite fortunate you were put into those circumstances, because without them? You wouldn’t be here. You probably wouldn’t even be on the show. And it’s going to be obvious through the outcome of this match.
"If you’re lucky, you’ll either retain your People’s Championship. But most likely? You’ll end up as a tag team champion alongside your boy. Hey! At least then you’ll have an excuse to go back to your storyline of saving Shannan Lerch from your devious cameramen, and you and Digger can go sucking each other’s dicks as you run off to rescue her.”
He appears as though he is going to say more, but before he can, he’s cut off by Gavino.
“Ethan, I’m loving the shoot and all but… we’re here.”
Unbeknownst to Ethan, the two of them had covered the distance between were they once were, and the sky-high Everest Eye which now raised far above them and disappeared somewhere among the clouds that hung over Chicago. Upon realizing this fact, Ethan smiled and turned back towards the camera, spreading his arms wide.
“Welcome to King Tower!”
“Isn’t it called Everest Eye?”
A little annoyed, Ethan purses his lips together, as though he were about to pout.
“You’re missing the point yet again, Gavin. This is meant to be the day in the life of Jayson Price, remember? He has his own tower and shit. I’m yet to make such an acquisition, so this will have to suffice instead.”
“You sure David’s going to be happy with you going around calling HIS creation ‘King Tower’?”
“Relax. It’s only for a day. David knows that this is purely for promotional purposes, he’ll understand.”
The two enter the building, welcomed in accordingly by the suited men at the entrance, who give Ethan a nod as he gracefully makes his entrance. He immediately finds the nearest elevator. He hurriedly gestures for Gavin to follow him, who awkwardly does, the camera bumping up and down unsteadily as he barely makes it through the closing doors in time. Ethan taps his foot against the elevator floor, while it painstakingly makes it ascent up the ridiculously huge structure known as the Everest Eye, or the ‘King Tower’ as it will go by for today. Gavino shuffles, his movement amplified in the lens of the camera as it virtually flings from side to side. He settles down, before refocusing the camera back on Ethan.
“So, what are you here for, exactly? Besides poking fun at Price.”
“Well, I booked myself a press conference that I’m going to show up to late. Because I’m a narcissistic, self-important douchebag that needs to make this fact totally obvious by doing things that a narcissistic, self-important douchebag would do.”
“So basically… you’re being Jayson Price.”
“Yeah, pretty much. Also, I’m going to spend an incredible amount of time checking myself out in the mirror, because I’m a…”
“Narcissistic, self-important douchebag. Yeah, I get it.”
“I mean, if you think about it, Price is basically me – except I have a far better execution in everything I do. Like, Price basically needs to announce the fact that he’s a cunt every single minute of the day. Me? I just do what I do, and people figure it out on their own.”
“Only an egomaniac like you would suggest you’re better at being a complete cunt than someone else, you know that?”
Ethan winks at the camera, while smirking in a way that only he could, not Jayson Price.
“My point exactly.”
The elevator finally stops, opening its doors to reveal a large hallway, with huge doors that presumably lead to rooms that are even more generously sized. Without missing a beat, Ethan starts to take long strides down the hallway, which is immaculate in terms of its clean presentation and modern look.
“You still didn’t really explain what you’re doing here.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m getting dressed. And then I’m going to look at myself in the-“
“You said the last bit before. Don’t worry, I heard it the first time.”
Ethan shakes his head and ignores him, continuing to walk ahead.
“Where are you going to get changed in here, anyway? Isn’t this whole thing for servers? Like… information and whatnot?”
A booming laugh echoes through the hallway via Ethan King, who seems surprised by the question.
“That’s what David says. Everybody at this point should know there’s something more to this entire operation. There’s always something underlying the surface with David, that’s just how he works.”
He pauses, turning to his left and gripping down onto a door handle.
“Besides that, it didn’t take much convincing for David to have a room built in here specifically for me. It’s quite the masterpiece, if I do say so myself. Spacious, luxurious, and quite a flattering view. Plus, it gives me a place to stay when David decides he wants to call all of us to ‘HQ’ at some ludicrous hour at night.”
Ethan twists the handle, carelessly swinging the door open as he reveals the grand room that had been afforded to him by David Sanchez. The room itself is pleasant on the eye, a fine black carpet that nicely compliments the red leather couch backed up against a dark wall, facing a sleek television that must be at bare minimum sixty inches in size. A plush king-sized bed is also present in the room, and there is a blast of natural lighting that finishes the look, provided by the huge wall which is made up entirely of glass. Besides that, there also happens to be an ensuite which appears to be just as well-fitted as the bedroom itself. Upon seeing this, Gavino lets out a low whistle.
“Remind me again why you’re currently renting out an apartment?”
“It’s pretty much what I’m used to. Since I started college, I was the one paying off my own fees and working jobs to make sure I could keep up with the expenses. Honestly, if this was the only place I was able to live? I’d be feeling like I’m at a Jayson Price level of incompetence. I hear he’s pretty used to piggybacking off of others. Just look at his various times as a member of the old-look and new-look editions of Pantheon to see what I’m talking about.”
After saying this, he pulls off his the casual grey T-Shirt he was wearing, before sliding open the door to a wardrobe which doubles as a mirror. He shuffles through the various articles of clothing for a moment, and then pulls out an all-white, button-up dress shirt from Armani. He fits his arms through it and begins to do up the buttons, while Gavino coughs loudly, drawing Ethan’s attention for a brief moment.
“What?”
“Don’t you think you should be avoiding taking off your shirt in a room occupied by another man? Gravedigger has been suggesting a lot of things about you and David lately…”
Ethan chuckles, as he finishes buttoning-up the shirt, giving himself as a satisfied nod as he begins to shuffle through the wardrobe again.
“If anything, Gravedigger should be grateful I’m doing it. I’m giving him more ammunition to make his old-fashioned, weak as piss insults that would hardly have an effect on a pre-pubescent boy, let alone a man that is about to sweep the Ultimate Showdown match and become World Champion.”
“You’re really confident you’re going to be walking away with the title, aren’t you?”
“At the very least? I’ll be walking away with the Television Title around my waist. All I know is that it’s going to be Everest that makes up the final three of this competition. And after that? It’s anybody’s game.”
Ethan smiles, as he finds a pair of black trousers. Just like his shirt, the pair has been made by Armani. He glances towards the camera, before walking into the ensuite and shutting a white sliding door, to prevent viewing of his special ‘package’. Gavino awkwardly waits outside as Ethan outfits himself accordingly. Thirty seconds pass by, and then Ethan opens up the door, his Jayson Price-esque outfit now complete. He beckons for Gavino to enter the ensuite to capture some much needed footage.
“Get in here, we’re almost done with a day in the life of WCF’s resident alcoholic and overall disappointment, Jayson Price.”
“Is that what we’ll be titling it?”
Ethan shrugs.
“Probably better than anything he could come up with. Let’s do it.”
With his index finger, Ethan scoops out a small amount of wax from a rounded container. He runs it through his messy locks, taming them by pulling them all backwards. The finished product is a sophisticated look that is reminiscent of a high-profile businessman, much better than anything Jayson Price could ever possibly achieve. Ethan glances at himself in a mirror, inspecting his perfectly slicked back hair, his fit physique that is amplified by the tight-fitting dress shirt. Pleased with himself, he smiles in the mirror, and winks at himself.
“You never cease to impress. No wonder you’re the next big thing.”
He talks to himself in the mirror, just as Jayson Price would… but better. At this point, Gavino can be seen holding the camera, and shaking his head in an almost disappointed manner.
“Don’t you think you’re taking this a little far? I believe you’ve proven your point.”
“Hey, Gavin… you know that conference I said I booked?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not even going to go to it.”
“Why not?”
Ethan pivots around on one foot, fluidly turning to face the camera, still wearing a grin that shows off his perfectly white teeth.
“Because right now? I’m doing Jayson Price better than he himself can. That’s the superior type of talent that I’ve proven myself to be. While Jayson rocked up to his press conference late, I don’t even feel the slightest need to make an appearance there. Those people, those reporters that are desperate to get the latest story, and ask me redundant questions such as ‘who will take the World Title if it comes down to you and Singh, or you and Sanchez’? I don’t need to put up with that. I’ve already made it clear that I’m far above that level, unlike Price who still feels the need to pander to these people that he constantly states he ‘doesn’t care about’ and that ‘he’s so far above’. It’s quite ironic that this man of all people is carrying around the People’s Championship, but that shouldn’t be a problem after this match, considering he’ll probably be walking out with nothing more than this tag team championship that I’ve been burdened with.
“But that burden? It has given me the chance to expose Price, and it has given me the chance to take upon this enlightening project that I have just now… completed. I walked into today with the aim of living out a day as Jayson Price would, and after doing it for only a few hours… I’ve discovered something.
“Whatever little thing that Jayson Price has had going for him during his career? I can emulate it to perfection. In fact, I can do it far better than the man himself has ever been able to do it. This probably stems from the fact that Price himself is nothing but a copy of every overdone heel that’s a wannabe badass with some mischief to him, but me? I own that shit. I evolve it, and I’ve evolved it today. Hell, Price doesn’t even have a cameraman with him anymore, Price is still going to fucking press conferences so many years into his career. Who is he? Frank Patrick Venable? Who even needs to rely on that shit anymore to get a half-decent promo finished?
“It’s pathetic, Jayson. You’re a Double Grand Slam Champion for gods’ sake. Can you act like it? The last time you and I met in a ring, the only thing you really had to say about me was that I was relatively unaccomplished. But if we take a look at your 2017? You’ve done absolutely nothing of worth. Seriously, if we include your return with the rest of Pantheon back in 2016, I can basically sum up everything you’ve done since then and spoilers… it’s not exactly flattering of your ‘abilities’.
“You returned with Pantheon in 2016, and with them you defeated Team WCF in the Hellimination match. But you? You weren’t one of the men to survive that match. Somehow, someway, you managed to get yourself pinned by fucking Crazy J of all people. This is the same guy that bragged about ‘defending his hardcore championship’ in a fucking tag team match. The same guy that was a running joke and a member of the biggest laughing stock in WCF since well… you, I suppose.
“Fast forward to ONE and you’re competing in a match for the Alpha Championship in an attempt to regain your moniker of ‘Mister Every Title’. In this match, you face the overwhelming odds of facing some of the top competition in the company, including the likes of…
“Joe Smarts.
“Kid Krazy.
“And Jason O’Neal.
“And once again… somehow, and in some miraculous fucking way, YOU of all people manages to take the pinfall, courtesy of that bald headed faggot O’Neal. Keep in mind, this is the same guy that I’ve taken out twice, and also featuring in that match were two guys who were pretty much known for being complete fucking fodder when it came to wrestling, and pretty much life in general.
“And yet you choked, you lost your only chance at being Mister Every Title once more, and out of all possible circumstances, you were the one to get pinned. I could go on about this for however long you wanted me to, but I think I’m going to leave it there. That entire results speaks for itself, it’s worse than Vinnie Jones beating David Sanchez in the Trilogy Cup, something that I still give him shit for every now and again. Literally, that’s how bad you managed to be the night.
“And perhaps… that one result was a sign? A sign that you were starting to slip further and further away from your ‘peak’ when you were winning all those championships, and you were regarded as one of the upper-echelon talents of the federation. Oh Jayson, where have those good days gone? Eventually, even Pantheon realized that you were nothing but a complete fucking liability, and they ended up replacing you with Andre Holmes and Dag Riddik.
“Let me repeat that for you. You were replaced by ANDRE HOLMES and DAG RIDDIK. Now maybe, just maybe, I can understand Andre. He’s a keen and active young talent who has actually achieved some things here. Even though it’s so obvious that he’s way out of his fucking depth in a match like Ultimate Showdown, at least he actually tries – something you consistently fail to do.
“But Dag Riddik? Really? Pantheon were that desperate to get rid of you that they brought along Dag Riddik. Basically, they considered Riddik to have a higher potential with them than they thought you had. In simpler terms, Dag had a higher ceiling than you did.
“Now, it wasn’t long after that Dag basically disappeared off the face of the planet. But it can be argued that him doing that is pretty much equal to everything you’ve done since being booted from Pantheon for the second straight time.
“Because really? You haven’t done much. Sure, you got a small amount of revenge against Pantheon by pinning one of your replacements in Andre Holmes to make it to the Finals of Trios, but then? You just got beat again. Just like everyone expected you to get beat. You’ve literally fallen so far down that you’re not even being given a chance in this match, and rightfully so.
“And now here you stand before me Jayson, ready to do battle with me and seven other men in the Ultimate Showdown match. It’s impressive that even with your overwhelming levels of mediocrity, you still find your way into these sorts of high stakes situations. But just by judging your performances at ONE last year, and Asesinato De Mayo? You’re about to take another L, another disappointing defeat.
“But you don’t care, right? After all, you’re above all this shit. You’re a long-time star and veteran of this company, this won’t impact you anymore. And that… Jayson Price?
“That’s the exact mentality that’s gotten you absolutely fucking nowhere this year. I see it in your eyes, you don’t care about this shit anymore. You’re a former A minus level talent that’s putting in a C level effort. And right now? You’re looking into the eyes of an A+ talent who has no qualms about kicking your head straight through that fucking ring and putting you out of commission for good. Besides, another coma would probably do you some good, now wouldn’t it? You’d probably be doing more than what you’ve been doing in recent times, at the very least.”
Ethan sighs, and walks out of the ensuite, straightening out his shirt and making his way over to the red leather couch, he bends over and sits down, leaning back comfortably into the material.
“So, you’re actually serious about not going to the conference?”
“I’m telling you, I’ve one-upped Price in every way imaginable today. I have no reason to keep even trying to act like him – I’m just making him look better at this point. Which, if I’m being honest, he kind of needs me to do if he wants to maintain any sort of relevance.”
“What’s your game-plan?”
Ethan’s eyes narrow, as he glares directly into his camera, the smiles and laid-back tone of voice from before now making way for a much more serious, determined demeanour.
“I’m going to absolutely fucking eviscerate Jayson Price. He’s probably stepping into this match thinking he has just as much chance as anybody – if not more. But that? That’s just him telling himself he still belongs here. And that’s something that I cannot stand for.
“There’s no more room in this Golden Age for someone like you, Price. Now? I’m the one writing your story, and if I had to give you a spoiler about how it ends?
“I’d tell you that it’s going to come to an abrupt and gruesome end, very, very soon.”