Post by Jayson Price on Dec 16, 2018 22:27:39 GMT -5
December 6th, 2018
5:49pm
Somewhere In The Depths Of Mama Mustache's Vagina
"I already killed you last year. You're not even a shell of yourself anymore, you're a fucking joke." Where the fuck does Corey Black get off calling ME a joke?
The voice of Jayson Price can be heard as the scene fades in on the inside of Mama Mustache's vagina. It's dark. Very dark. Luckily Price was smart enough to bring a headlamp along when he started his journey. His beards gotten a little scruffier and his hair a bit longer, but he still looks good for a man that's had to rely only on pussy juice for sustenance. But at the moment his situation and journey have seemingly taken a backseat to a far greater matter.
A twitter feud.
Jayson Price: Here I am, trekking through the rugged wilderness of West Vagina, searching for an emerald ring so that I can rejoin the surface world and take part in the wedding of the millennium, and Corey Black has the gall to call me a joke? Well let's see what he has to say about this!
Price's fingers begin tapping away as he replies to Black, a bubble appearing on screen for the viewers to see.
Jayson Price: Mother fucker needs to spend more time worrying about his shit show and less on Twitter. What's this?
Price looks back down at his phone as Black has quickly replied.
Jayson Price: "You literally lost to Marc Mayhem, shut the fuck up." Wow. Nice way to publicly bury your own roster, I see you learned your business acumen from Seth. Price begins typing his reply.
Jayson Price: There, now surely it's over and in no way will come back to bite me in the ass.
Price looks down as Black again is quick to reply.
Jayson Price: "Oh yeah? Jayson Price vs Odin Balfore next week. Good luck dipshit."
A slight smile comes over Price's face.
Jayson Price: Like I said, it won't bite me in the ass at all.
The scene fades out as Price continues on his quest for the emerald ring, but not before sending out a final tweet for Black, Odin and the world to see.
December 10th, 2018
10:50pm
Newark, Delaware
Backstage Of The Bob Carpenter Center
The scene fades in as we see Jayson Price in his locker room, still wiping Mama Mustache's vaginal juices off of him with a towel.
Jayson Price: All of this is going to be worth it, I just have to-
"Bitch get over here and run this dick because that's the only thing that you got waiting for you."
Price pauses as he hears the voice of Odin Balfore in the hallway. Intrigued as to what's going on, he walks to the door, pulls it open and sticks his head out. He sees a backstage worker and a janitor standing in front of a monitor, watching as Odin walks to the ring with a microphone. No longer intrigued, Price turns to go back inside until...
"I’m the only legend walking around in the back"
...now re-invested in what's happening, Price pulls the door completely open and steps out into the hallway. Eyebrow raised, Price pays close attention to the monitor, ignoring the uncomfortable reactions from the WCF employee and the janitor to sight of his massive organ.
"Move out of the way and respect the ONLY Living Legend in WCF"
A smirk comes over the face of Price as he watches a brawl unfold in the ring. A beatdown of Odin at the hands of Blue and Savage is all Price needs to see before he turns to head back into his locker room. As the door is shut, laughter can be heard emanating from inside.
Janitor: So...did you see the size of his dick?
WCF Employee: I mean how could you not, that thing was enormous.
The scene fades out as the janitor and the WCF Employee both look down at the ground, clearly dejected by their inadequacy.
December 16th, 2018
10pm
Some Farm In Rural West Virginia
The only living legend in WCF, huh?
The voice of Jayson Price is again the first thing we hear as the scene fades in. It's nighttime in West Virginia and Price is far from the luxury of home or even a hotel room as he's sitting on an old barrel, leaning back against a barn on a farm. Arms crossed over his chest, Price is staring up at the stars on full display thanks to being away from the bright lights of the city.
Jayson Price: You know, when this match got made about 10 days ago, I laughed it off. Predictably Corey Black got a little irritated with some of my comments about his roster as I was simply trying to find someone to face me at One. A job which I shouldn't have to do, mind you, since that would a job for the Owner but he's a little too busy re-enacting Infinity War with his dolls in his office. But we'll save that for another day because right now I'm focusing on Odin Balfore. As I said, when Black made this match for Slam, I laughed it off. And it wasn't the laugh of man trying to cope with anything, it was the laugh of a man who was laughing at a poor bastard trying to cope with something.
Price looks down from the stars and ahead toward the camera.
Jayson Price: Six days ago I was standing backstage at Slam, cleaning myself off and getting ready to leave for the airport early, when I overheard Odin's, shall we call it a passionate rant, about how he wasn't going to be overlooked and wanted his immediate World Title rematch at One. Hey, I get it, you lose your title and you want it back, so you get all worked up and start demanding shit and threatening people until you get your match, we've all been there at some point. I dug it Odin, hell I even got a laugh at how you ran down everyone in the ring, despite it sounding like some of my material recycled and spat out by a drunk fifth grader with a lisp. But where you caught my attention was when you, not once but twice, insinuated that you were the only legend left in WCF.
You been hitting the bottle or what, Odin?
Price looks back up at the stars, a calm look on his face despite the slowly building viciousness in his voice.
Jayson Price: Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to sit here and deny that you aren't deserving of the title of "Legend", I'll be the first to admit you had a legendary career. Seven truly dominant years in the Dub, World Title galore, main events of Pay Per Views, feuds with guys with names like Fly, Orbit, Flash, Black, Dune and X...I could go on but why bother, we all know who you are. Or rather, we all know who you were. Because yeah, you are walking around WCF with that aura around you, you got millions of people who can rattle off every title you won or every big name that you beat, but you've also got just as many people starting to see the rust on you and there's not enough fresh paint in the world to cover that shit up.
It's all been building slowly, at a pace you yourself could see but you hoped that no one else would. You had gone years in WCF with this seemingly unbeatable presence in the ring everytime you stepped inside the ropes. You may have lost a match here and a match there but they were to names worthy enough that people wouldn't look down upon you after. You lose a match to a guy like Jonny Fly or Dune, it is what it is, they're big enough on their own rights that you can take that shit with a grain of sand.
But then you go and you lose to a guy like Alex Richards when you're trying your damndest to look strong heading into a World Title defense. And then you turn around and lose the belt to Bonnie Blue of all fucking people barely weeks after? The aura is gone Odin, you're no longer the Nordic Tank or the All Father, you might have earned the title of Legend in the Dub but you've fallen. Fallen from God status because believe me, no fucking God falls to Bonnie fucking Blue. The wool has been pulled up over the people's eyes and they got a damn good look at what you've become these days as you lumbered down to the ring last week, screaming into a microphone about how the "ONLY LIVING WCF LEGEND" demanded the ring, demanded a World Title Match, demanded respect and everything else under the fucking sun before you got your ass handed to you by Noble Savage and, again, Bonnie fucking Blue.
Price shakes his head and lets out a little chuckle as he reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. After a soothing drag from his smoke, Price continues.
Jayson Price: Yeah, you're a Legend, Odin. But you are far from the only WCF Legend and you sure as fuck aren't the only one still walking and breathing. The difference between you and I though is that while people might talk like I'm embarrassing myself and have become this big joke, I'm in total control of my career and the path that I'm on. I've done enough shit in my career that for once I'm having a bit of fun, hell I just spent nearly 2 weeks up the vagina of a woman and that shit got broadcasted all over the world. Is it a far, far departure from the Price of old that was only about ending careers and winning every title under the fucking sun? Hell yeah it is. But the fact is that I chose to stop being THAT guy and instead do something else to keep people talking. And that's what truly makes me...me. I have an ability to stay relevant in WCF no matter what I do and right now what I'm doing is something that everyone thinks is degrading and amateur and stupid, but the simple fact is that it's still the more original and entertaining thing on Slam and I'm getting paid for it, so I'm pretty sure I'm the one that should be laughing.
But you Odin, you've always relied on that big bad aura of yours. Since the day that you arrived in WCF you were billed as an unstoppable force. Fuck, you were a Nordic Tank! And for nearly 7 full years you laid waste to WCF, only taking the occasional shot to your mystique but always bouncing back because of the names of the guys taking those shots and the fact that you could bounce back so fast and get right back to being Odin Balfore. And now...now what are you really? Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue are sure as fuck not Jonny Fly and Dune. Hell they aren't even Corey Black and Michael X. You got beat by Action Wrestling rejects who were, in fact, WCF rejects before they even became Action Wrestling rejects. And you lost the WCF World Title to arguably the weakest of them. Oof. You know, just saying that out loud, even I can feel the pain you must feel inside as you feel that aura fading faster than your grasp on the World Title scene. I mean, can any of us really imagine a WCF where Odin Balfore is around but not at the top of the ladder? Can you imagine that Odin? Because the way you've fallen, as bad as the damage to your reputation has been, you're going to need a hell of a climb back up to get even an iota of that aura back. And to be real with you, I don't think you have it left in you. I look at you and I see a man who's on his last legs. You went strong for years and then you got bitch slapped by the clock and now you're a hobbling All GrandFather grasping for straws going into One and when you fall, again, there will be no getting back up. It doesn't even matter who ends up winning. At best it's Noble and people will look at you and realize the future's arrived and that you're in the past. Worst case it's Bonnie or Richards and people look at you and say "Welp, we'll probably be hearing about another wrestler suicide in the morning". But hey, at least you'll still get remembered as being a Legend. No matter what, nobody can take that from you. You fucking earned that shit man and you should ride it for the rest of your life.
As for our match on Slam, I'm sure you're going to be coming into it with all the gusto in the world, trying to get the train back on the tracks. Corey Black thinks he's throwing me to the wolves the way he talks about how I'm a shell of my former self and not "that guy" anymore. I'm sure you agree, hell I'm sure everyone agrees. But like I said earlier, I'm in full control of my career at this point unlike the majority of the roster. Everything I'm doing I'm choosing to do, I'm not following anyone's lead. You see me as not being the guy that I used to be because I'm simply not acting like that guy anymore, I'm trying to relax and have a bit of fun for the first time in 9 years. But if the world wants or needs a glimpse of the old me to see that the old Jayson Price still exists, well fuck, all you had to do was ask.
The camera pans down to reveal an older dog lying peacefully on the ground in front of Price, looking up at the stars content.
Jayson Price: This guy here, he just sort of wandered over to me as we were getting set up. Walked right on up to me, nudged my leg, probably looking for some food or a rub on the head. Tugged at my heartstrings a little bit because he reminded me so much of you Odin. Watching him walk I couldn't help but notice just the slightest limp in his step, old age finally caught up with his poor doggy knees it seems. And now, sitting here and looking at him so peaceful, staring up at the sky probably reminiscing about his time as a young pup when he could catch rabbits and fuck any bitch in the land, I get just a bit of a tear in my eye as I realize that he's nearing the end of his days. He can't go back and relive the glory days of his past and his present has become a painful reminder that you can't escape time, so what kind of future can he really look forward to? Just lying around, staring ahead as the world passes him by until the day comes that his heart stops? That's not living! That's not living at all! When you see a poor, defenseless animal like this that has lived a full, rewarding life and has reached the point where he simply cannot do it anymore...you just have to do the right thing and end it's misery. And to do that, you need the right person for the job.
Price hops down off of the barrel and reaches down, patting the dog gently on the head. He stands back upright and motions off camera before being handed a shotgun. He walks off camera, letting out a quiet whistle as he does so, drawing the attention of the dog. On shaky legs the dog pushes itself up off the ground and hobbles toward Price as the camera remains on the barrel.
Jayson Price: I know that you can't understand me boy, but I want you to know that I'm doing this FOR you. I know that if you could speak...
"WOOF".
Jayson Price: Woof indeed.
The blast of the shotgun is the last thing heard before the scene fades out to black.
5:49pm
Somewhere In The Depths Of Mama Mustache's Vagina
"I already killed you last year. You're not even a shell of yourself anymore, you're a fucking joke." Where the fuck does Corey Black get off calling ME a joke?
The voice of Jayson Price can be heard as the scene fades in on the inside of Mama Mustache's vagina. It's dark. Very dark. Luckily Price was smart enough to bring a headlamp along when he started his journey. His beards gotten a little scruffier and his hair a bit longer, but he still looks good for a man that's had to rely only on pussy juice for sustenance. But at the moment his situation and journey have seemingly taken a backseat to a far greater matter.
A twitter feud.
Jayson Price: Here I am, trekking through the rugged wilderness of West Vagina, searching for an emerald ring so that I can rejoin the surface world and take part in the wedding of the millennium, and Corey Black has the gall to call me a joke? Well let's see what he has to say about this!
Price's fingers begin tapping away as he replies to Black, a bubble appearing on screen for the viewers to see.
@realjaysonprice
This "shell" could still easily take any title in this company on any given night. I don't give a fuck if it's TV, Hardcore or World, hell I'll tag with a broomstick for the Tag Titles, you don't have a champion that could beat me. And that's the real fucking joke.
This "shell" could still easily take any title in this company on any given night. I don't give a fuck if it's TV, Hardcore or World, hell I'll tag with a broomstick for the Tag Titles, you don't have a champion that could beat me. And that's the real fucking joke.
Jayson Price: Mother fucker needs to spend more time worrying about his shit show and less on Twitter. What's this?
Price looks back down at his phone as Black has quickly replied.
Jayson Price: "You literally lost to Marc Mayhem, shut the fuck up." Wow. Nice way to publicly bury your own roster, I see you learned your business acumen from Seth. Price begins typing his reply.
@realjaysonprice
And Joey Flash lost to Grime. And Adam Young has beaten how many former World Champions? Shit happens. But the fact remains I still win a hell of a lot more than I lose.
And Joey Flash lost to Grime. And Adam Young has beaten how many former World Champions? Shit happens. But the fact remains I still win a hell of a lot more than I lose.
Jayson Price: There, now surely it's over and in no way will come back to bite me in the ass.
Price looks down as Black again is quick to reply.
Jayson Price: "Oh yeah? Jayson Price vs Odin Balfore next week. Good luck dipshit."
A slight smile comes over Price's face.
Jayson Price: Like I said, it won't bite me in the ass at all.
The scene fades out as Price continues on his quest for the emerald ring, but not before sending out a final tweet for Black, Odin and the world to see.
@realjaysonprice
God will fall.
God will fall.
December 10th, 2018
10:50pm
Newark, Delaware
Backstage Of The Bob Carpenter Center
The scene fades in as we see Jayson Price in his locker room, still wiping Mama Mustache's vaginal juices off of him with a towel.
Jayson Price: All of this is going to be worth it, I just have to-
"Bitch get over here and run this dick because that's the only thing that you got waiting for you."
Price pauses as he hears the voice of Odin Balfore in the hallway. Intrigued as to what's going on, he walks to the door, pulls it open and sticks his head out. He sees a backstage worker and a janitor standing in front of a monitor, watching as Odin walks to the ring with a microphone. No longer intrigued, Price turns to go back inside until...
"I’m the only legend walking around in the back"
...now re-invested in what's happening, Price pulls the door completely open and steps out into the hallway. Eyebrow raised, Price pays close attention to the monitor, ignoring the uncomfortable reactions from the WCF employee and the janitor to sight of his massive organ.
"Move out of the way and respect the ONLY Living Legend in WCF"
A smirk comes over the face of Price as he watches a brawl unfold in the ring. A beatdown of Odin at the hands of Blue and Savage is all Price needs to see before he turns to head back into his locker room. As the door is shut, laughter can be heard emanating from inside.
Janitor: So...did you see the size of his dick?
WCF Employee: I mean how could you not, that thing was enormous.
The scene fades out as the janitor and the WCF Employee both look down at the ground, clearly dejected by their inadequacy.
December 16th, 2018
10pm
Some Farm In Rural West Virginia
The only living legend in WCF, huh?
The voice of Jayson Price is again the first thing we hear as the scene fades in. It's nighttime in West Virginia and Price is far from the luxury of home or even a hotel room as he's sitting on an old barrel, leaning back against a barn on a farm. Arms crossed over his chest, Price is staring up at the stars on full display thanks to being away from the bright lights of the city.
Jayson Price: You know, when this match got made about 10 days ago, I laughed it off. Predictably Corey Black got a little irritated with some of my comments about his roster as I was simply trying to find someone to face me at One. A job which I shouldn't have to do, mind you, since that would a job for the Owner but he's a little too busy re-enacting Infinity War with his dolls in his office. But we'll save that for another day because right now I'm focusing on Odin Balfore. As I said, when Black made this match for Slam, I laughed it off. And it wasn't the laugh of man trying to cope with anything, it was the laugh of a man who was laughing at a poor bastard trying to cope with something.
Price looks down from the stars and ahead toward the camera.
Jayson Price: Six days ago I was standing backstage at Slam, cleaning myself off and getting ready to leave for the airport early, when I overheard Odin's, shall we call it a passionate rant, about how he wasn't going to be overlooked and wanted his immediate World Title rematch at One. Hey, I get it, you lose your title and you want it back, so you get all worked up and start demanding shit and threatening people until you get your match, we've all been there at some point. I dug it Odin, hell I even got a laugh at how you ran down everyone in the ring, despite it sounding like some of my material recycled and spat out by a drunk fifth grader with a lisp. But where you caught my attention was when you, not once but twice, insinuated that you were the only legend left in WCF.
You been hitting the bottle or what, Odin?
Price looks back up at the stars, a calm look on his face despite the slowly building viciousness in his voice.
Jayson Price: Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to sit here and deny that you aren't deserving of the title of "Legend", I'll be the first to admit you had a legendary career. Seven truly dominant years in the Dub, World Title galore, main events of Pay Per Views, feuds with guys with names like Fly, Orbit, Flash, Black, Dune and X...I could go on but why bother, we all know who you are. Or rather, we all know who you were. Because yeah, you are walking around WCF with that aura around you, you got millions of people who can rattle off every title you won or every big name that you beat, but you've also got just as many people starting to see the rust on you and there's not enough fresh paint in the world to cover that shit up.
It's all been building slowly, at a pace you yourself could see but you hoped that no one else would. You had gone years in WCF with this seemingly unbeatable presence in the ring everytime you stepped inside the ropes. You may have lost a match here and a match there but they were to names worthy enough that people wouldn't look down upon you after. You lose a match to a guy like Jonny Fly or Dune, it is what it is, they're big enough on their own rights that you can take that shit with a grain of sand.
But then you go and you lose to a guy like Alex Richards when you're trying your damndest to look strong heading into a World Title defense. And then you turn around and lose the belt to Bonnie Blue of all fucking people barely weeks after? The aura is gone Odin, you're no longer the Nordic Tank or the All Father, you might have earned the title of Legend in the Dub but you've fallen. Fallen from God status because believe me, no fucking God falls to Bonnie fucking Blue. The wool has been pulled up over the people's eyes and they got a damn good look at what you've become these days as you lumbered down to the ring last week, screaming into a microphone about how the "ONLY LIVING WCF LEGEND" demanded the ring, demanded a World Title Match, demanded respect and everything else under the fucking sun before you got your ass handed to you by Noble Savage and, again, Bonnie fucking Blue.
Price shakes his head and lets out a little chuckle as he reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. After a soothing drag from his smoke, Price continues.
Jayson Price: Yeah, you're a Legend, Odin. But you are far from the only WCF Legend and you sure as fuck aren't the only one still walking and breathing. The difference between you and I though is that while people might talk like I'm embarrassing myself and have become this big joke, I'm in total control of my career and the path that I'm on. I've done enough shit in my career that for once I'm having a bit of fun, hell I just spent nearly 2 weeks up the vagina of a woman and that shit got broadcasted all over the world. Is it a far, far departure from the Price of old that was only about ending careers and winning every title under the fucking sun? Hell yeah it is. But the fact is that I chose to stop being THAT guy and instead do something else to keep people talking. And that's what truly makes me...me. I have an ability to stay relevant in WCF no matter what I do and right now what I'm doing is something that everyone thinks is degrading and amateur and stupid, but the simple fact is that it's still the more original and entertaining thing on Slam and I'm getting paid for it, so I'm pretty sure I'm the one that should be laughing.
But you Odin, you've always relied on that big bad aura of yours. Since the day that you arrived in WCF you were billed as an unstoppable force. Fuck, you were a Nordic Tank! And for nearly 7 full years you laid waste to WCF, only taking the occasional shot to your mystique but always bouncing back because of the names of the guys taking those shots and the fact that you could bounce back so fast and get right back to being Odin Balfore. And now...now what are you really? Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue are sure as fuck not Jonny Fly and Dune. Hell they aren't even Corey Black and Michael X. You got beat by Action Wrestling rejects who were, in fact, WCF rejects before they even became Action Wrestling rejects. And you lost the WCF World Title to arguably the weakest of them. Oof. You know, just saying that out loud, even I can feel the pain you must feel inside as you feel that aura fading faster than your grasp on the World Title scene. I mean, can any of us really imagine a WCF where Odin Balfore is around but not at the top of the ladder? Can you imagine that Odin? Because the way you've fallen, as bad as the damage to your reputation has been, you're going to need a hell of a climb back up to get even an iota of that aura back. And to be real with you, I don't think you have it left in you. I look at you and I see a man who's on his last legs. You went strong for years and then you got bitch slapped by the clock and now you're a hobbling All GrandFather grasping for straws going into One and when you fall, again, there will be no getting back up. It doesn't even matter who ends up winning. At best it's Noble and people will look at you and realize the future's arrived and that you're in the past. Worst case it's Bonnie or Richards and people look at you and say "Welp, we'll probably be hearing about another wrestler suicide in the morning". But hey, at least you'll still get remembered as being a Legend. No matter what, nobody can take that from you. You fucking earned that shit man and you should ride it for the rest of your life.
As for our match on Slam, I'm sure you're going to be coming into it with all the gusto in the world, trying to get the train back on the tracks. Corey Black thinks he's throwing me to the wolves the way he talks about how I'm a shell of my former self and not "that guy" anymore. I'm sure you agree, hell I'm sure everyone agrees. But like I said earlier, I'm in full control of my career at this point unlike the majority of the roster. Everything I'm doing I'm choosing to do, I'm not following anyone's lead. You see me as not being the guy that I used to be because I'm simply not acting like that guy anymore, I'm trying to relax and have a bit of fun for the first time in 9 years. But if the world wants or needs a glimpse of the old me to see that the old Jayson Price still exists, well fuck, all you had to do was ask.
The camera pans down to reveal an older dog lying peacefully on the ground in front of Price, looking up at the stars content.
Jayson Price: This guy here, he just sort of wandered over to me as we were getting set up. Walked right on up to me, nudged my leg, probably looking for some food or a rub on the head. Tugged at my heartstrings a little bit because he reminded me so much of you Odin. Watching him walk I couldn't help but notice just the slightest limp in his step, old age finally caught up with his poor doggy knees it seems. And now, sitting here and looking at him so peaceful, staring up at the sky probably reminiscing about his time as a young pup when he could catch rabbits and fuck any bitch in the land, I get just a bit of a tear in my eye as I realize that he's nearing the end of his days. He can't go back and relive the glory days of his past and his present has become a painful reminder that you can't escape time, so what kind of future can he really look forward to? Just lying around, staring ahead as the world passes him by until the day comes that his heart stops? That's not living! That's not living at all! When you see a poor, defenseless animal like this that has lived a full, rewarding life and has reached the point where he simply cannot do it anymore...you just have to do the right thing and end it's misery. And to do that, you need the right person for the job.
Price hops down off of the barrel and reaches down, patting the dog gently on the head. He stands back upright and motions off camera before being handed a shotgun. He walks off camera, letting out a quiet whistle as he does so, drawing the attention of the dog. On shaky legs the dog pushes itself up off the ground and hobbles toward Price as the camera remains on the barrel.
Jayson Price: I know that you can't understand me boy, but I want you to know that I'm doing this FOR you. I know that if you could speak...
"WOOF".
Jayson Price: Woof indeed.
The blast of the shotgun is the last thing heard before the scene fades out to black.