Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2012 13:00:55 GMT -5
The scene fades in on Hank Brown in his hotel room, standing in front of the mirror in the small bathroom as he's putting on his tie. His phone rings from the nightstand, but he's in a bit of a hurry so he ignores it and allows it to go to voicemail. A few minutes later, freshly shaven and minty breathed, Hank picks up the phone, punches a few buttons and holds the phone up to his ear. He then drops it to the floor as an all too familiar voice speaks...
Voice: Hello Hank. It's been far too long. So what's say you and I get together for old time's sake. Meet me at the restaurant across the street from your hotel in an hour.
There's a clicking sound as the message ends. Hank stares down at the phone, a look of apprehension on his face as he plots his next move.
A short while later
Hank pulls open the door to the small steakhouse that sits across the street from the hotel and walks in. He takes a look around and then walks up to the hostess.
Hank Brown: I was supposed to mee...
Hostess: We've been expecting you Mr. Brown, please follow me.
The hostess grabs a menu from her stand and leads Hank through the restaurant toward a booth at the rear. Hank takes a seat as the hostess hands him the menu.
Hank Brown: Is, uh, he here yet?
Hostess: Not yet. Could I start you off with something to drink.
Hank Brown: Alcohol.
Hostess: What ki...
Hank Brown: I don't care what you bring me, as long as it's got alcohol.
Hostess: Gotcha.
The hostess walks off as Hank takes another look around and then picks up his menu.
Voice: It's been a long time Hank.
Hank jumps nearly a foot out of the booth, smacking both of knees on the underside of the table. He drops his menu to the ground as he sees Price sitting on the opposite side of the table, casually sipping on a beer.
Hank Brown: Fuck I hate when you do that.
Jay Price: Language Hank. After all, this is a family restaurant.
Hank settles back down into the booth and retrieves his menu from the floor.
Hank Brown: It's bad enough the last time I saw you, you threw me into a closet and locked me in.
Jay Price: Aww, come on Hank. You got out of there eventually.
Hank Brown: Eventually?!? I WAS IN THERE FOR SIX HOURS! I MISSED MY PLANE!
Jay Price: Now now Hank, no need to raise your voice. Mistakes were made, mostly by you, I'll admit to that.
Hank Brown: But you...
Jay Price: Have more important matters to discuss then who locked who in a closet. So why don't we go ahead, order some food and get down to business.
Hank starts to argue again, but then decides to give it up and get on with it. After the hostess comes back with Hank's drink, she takes their order and then walks off.
Jay Price: So are you going to ask the million dollar question?
Hank Brown: You made your intentions pretty clear on Slam, so it'd seem rather repetitive to ask you why you came back or why you decided to attack Torture and interfere in the main event. But you know, I do have one question for you. Seth Lerch...why him? You and I both know that he wasn't the one who actually carried out the attack, that was Rage. Seth played a role in it, but his hands weren't the ones with blood on them.
Jay Price: And that's where you're wrong Hank. Seth's hands were as bloody as Rage's after the attack. Yes, he didn't carry it out, but if it hadn't been for him putting the words in Rage's ear and the money in his pocket, my child might still be alive. Rage was simply a puppet being forced to dance by the puppeteer. And if you still want to plead with me about Seth's "innocence", then I implore you to take a minute and think back to World War II. Adolf Hitler orders the killing of millions. He never gets his hands dirty, that's saved for his soldiers, guards and other personnel, but it was his orders they were following. Now are you going to sit there and tell me that Hitler's hands didn't have blood on them?
Hank Brown: You can't seriously be trying to compare what Seth did to what Hitler did? Jay be reasonable.
Jay Price: I see no difference in the audacity between the two men. All I see is a man that wronged me in a way that can never be undone. A life was taken by a man for reasons that made no sense, and now the time has come for that man to face the consequences. For far too long the rich and the elite have been able to live life without consequences. We live in a society where if you have money, or your face is plastered throughout the streets of Hollywood, you get a Get Out Of Jail free card and it makes me sick. It's time for someone to finally put an end to the cycle, and I see no better person to start with than the person running this company.
Hank Brown: Well before you get to all of that, maybe we should talk about what you're going to be doing later tonight. XIII. You, Creeping Death, Greenfever and D-Day teaming up to face Odin, Gage Gannon, Jonny Fly and Gravedigger. First things first, what made you accept the invitation to join Creeping Death's team.
Jay Price: I've got my reasons. For now, let's just say that I owed CD one.
Hank Brown: Very well. Why don't we just get to the point of all this and discuss the opponent's you'll face tonight? Let's start with the one that you have the most history with, Gravedigger.
Jay Price: Grave-fucking-Digger. I'm not going to lie GD, I figured at one point our paths were again going to cross, I just didn't imagine it coming so soon after I came back to the WCF. You see, I wasn't just lounging around my house eating cheetos while I was gone. As I've always done, I kept my eye on what was going on in the WCF. And low and behold, you were the masked son of a bitch Seth had doing his dirty work. By the way, congratulations on now being the 127th person to use the whole "masked menace causing havoc" persona in wrestling. Anyway, when I saw the alliance formed between you, I knew that things were going to get a hell of a lot more interesting when I came back, because, as you saw on Slam, I'm back for Lerch. And Lerch alone.
Now, and I'm just taking a complete stab in the dark here, I'm guessing that Lerch is going to have you standing between myself and my end goal here, so let's just get that whole thing out of the way at XIII. It's fitting too, because as you eluded to the last time that you and I faced at XIII I walked away the victor, albeit the fact that you were hiding under a mask and a fake name. But a win's a win, and mask or no mask, I still got the better of you that night. And of course, as you were quick to point out, you got a slight measure of revenge at One when you pinned me. So the way I see it, you and I are dead even when it comes to the PPV's.
Well shit, so not only am I going to get the opportunity to take out the front line of Lerch's defense only five days after I fired the first shot, but I'm once again going to show you that Jay Price is always going to be one step higher than you on the ladder. You might be able to grab hold of one of my feet, maybe bring me back down to your level for a little bit, but when the sun set's I'm always going to be the one that comes out on top. Ask Torture, Jay Price will, and can, fuck shit up for you.
Hank Brown: Moving right along, let's talk about the captain of the team you'll be facing, the former World Champion, Odin Balfore.
Jay Price: Odin you might be the captain of this so called "Team Bad Motha Fucka", but myself and the world can tell you now that you aren't even the best wrestler on your own team. As much as I hate that smug son of a bitch Gravedigger, I'll put him over you any day of the week because when it comes down to it, he's the only person that I know who can give me a legitimate run for my money inside of the ring. Yeah, you've had yourself a nice little run the past few months. I'll give you that kid.
Price pauses to give a mocking clap of approval.
But if you had been around during some of the glory days of WCF, you'd never have made it past the mid-card. Instead you got lucky and were signed on during a down time when the roster was depleted and management was willing to bring in anybody with a pulse. The best talent...Evans, Slickie and hell even Logan...were already long gone. Guys like Creeping Death and myself, we didn't give a fuck because the place was going downhill and greener pastures were calling over at IWF. Did we bolt when this place was looking bleaker than the Mayan death clock? Fuck yeah we did. Oh, and before you go bashing me for that last sentence, allow me to repeat myself for the world to see: WCF was dying, and I bolted because I didn't give a fuck at the time. So there, I saved you the trouble of rehashing my material for your next rant. But yeah, back to the point. You had a nice run when things around here were dead, but look what happened when the talent came back, hungry for the belt. You lost. Did I have a hand in it? Yes, but honestly that wasn't personal. I could have given a fuck less about who walked out of One with the title, my plan was to simply fuck up Torture's day. Am I going to apologize to you for possibly causing the loss?
Hell no. If you're as dominating and unbeatable as you like to run around claiming to be you should have already had that match well in hand and Creeping Death should have been a cadaver lying on the mat. Instead, you were about one second away from a ten count saving your ass and your title. So instead of getting your panties in a bunch over what I may or may not have been the cause of, maybe you need to start looking in the mirror and start blaming the man who was really at fault for you losing the WCF Title. It wasn't me, it wasn't Torture, and it wasn't Seth Lerch. It was you. And now, things are about to get even worse for you and the little make believe world you like to think you live in, because you've got two groups of people that are gunning for recognition. You've got the young guys like Fly, Gannon and Nathan Von Liebert, all of whom I'd be willing to put money on against you, just itching to make a name for themselves. And then you've got group number two, which is the guys that have a name already made, but are here to simply restore the order. And in that group, I'm leading the way. I'm coming back with a level of intensity and rage and aggression the likes you've never seen before. You only got a glimpse of what I can do, and that was at a time when I was a shell of what I once was. But now, you're not getting the Jay Price that was at the tail end of a breakdown. You're getting the Jay Price that burst threw the doors of WCF and put everyone on notice, day fucking one.
So please, continue make your snide little jokes. Hell, I'm laughing right along with everyone else. "Haha, he called Price a little puppy." I liked that one in particular because, honestly, it's fitting. Because tomorrow night I'm going to piss all over your plans to become relevant again.
Hank Brown: And what about Gage Gannon?
Jay Price: I look at Gage Gannon, and I see myself when I debuted in '09. And I don't mean that as he looks as dominating, or he looks as talented or even that he shows the same promise. I meant that he sounds exactly like I did when I first started, sans the butchering of the English language. From referring to himself as the future of the company, to announcing that the future is now, it's as if young Gannon took the time to brush up on his Price 101 and decided the best way to make it was to imitate the best. Now some might say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but I say it's downright depressing. Shit, I can't even remember all of the people that have come into WCF claiming to be "The Future" since I myself dropped that moniker. It's become the new trend in wrestling it seems, right up there with donning a ski mask and attacking people with a lead pipe. So you see Gannon, you're not The Future of anything, you're just another cliche bound to end up following the path of guys like Blade LaVigne, right out the door and into the arms of another company you can claim to be "The Future" of while those of us who can actually back up our words succeed.
At the moment the waitress arrives with the food and sets it on the table.
Hank Brown: Any last words?
Jay Price: Yeah. Corey, consider us even after XIII.
And the scene fades out.
Voice: Hello Hank. It's been far too long. So what's say you and I get together for old time's sake. Meet me at the restaurant across the street from your hotel in an hour.
There's a clicking sound as the message ends. Hank stares down at the phone, a look of apprehension on his face as he plots his next move.
A short while later
Hank pulls open the door to the small steakhouse that sits across the street from the hotel and walks in. He takes a look around and then walks up to the hostess.
Hank Brown: I was supposed to mee...
Hostess: We've been expecting you Mr. Brown, please follow me.
The hostess grabs a menu from her stand and leads Hank through the restaurant toward a booth at the rear. Hank takes a seat as the hostess hands him the menu.
Hank Brown: Is, uh, he here yet?
Hostess: Not yet. Could I start you off with something to drink.
Hank Brown: Alcohol.
Hostess: What ki...
Hank Brown: I don't care what you bring me, as long as it's got alcohol.
Hostess: Gotcha.
The hostess walks off as Hank takes another look around and then picks up his menu.
Voice: It's been a long time Hank.
Hank jumps nearly a foot out of the booth, smacking both of knees on the underside of the table. He drops his menu to the ground as he sees Price sitting on the opposite side of the table, casually sipping on a beer.
Hank Brown: Fuck I hate when you do that.
Jay Price: Language Hank. After all, this is a family restaurant.
Hank settles back down into the booth and retrieves his menu from the floor.
Hank Brown: It's bad enough the last time I saw you, you threw me into a closet and locked me in.
Jay Price: Aww, come on Hank. You got out of there eventually.
Hank Brown: Eventually?!? I WAS IN THERE FOR SIX HOURS! I MISSED MY PLANE!
Jay Price: Now now Hank, no need to raise your voice. Mistakes were made, mostly by you, I'll admit to that.
Hank Brown: But you...
Jay Price: Have more important matters to discuss then who locked who in a closet. So why don't we go ahead, order some food and get down to business.
Hank starts to argue again, but then decides to give it up and get on with it. After the hostess comes back with Hank's drink, she takes their order and then walks off.
Jay Price: So are you going to ask the million dollar question?
Hank Brown: You made your intentions pretty clear on Slam, so it'd seem rather repetitive to ask you why you came back or why you decided to attack Torture and interfere in the main event. But you know, I do have one question for you. Seth Lerch...why him? You and I both know that he wasn't the one who actually carried out the attack, that was Rage. Seth played a role in it, but his hands weren't the ones with blood on them.
Jay Price: And that's where you're wrong Hank. Seth's hands were as bloody as Rage's after the attack. Yes, he didn't carry it out, but if it hadn't been for him putting the words in Rage's ear and the money in his pocket, my child might still be alive. Rage was simply a puppet being forced to dance by the puppeteer. And if you still want to plead with me about Seth's "innocence", then I implore you to take a minute and think back to World War II. Adolf Hitler orders the killing of millions. He never gets his hands dirty, that's saved for his soldiers, guards and other personnel, but it was his orders they were following. Now are you going to sit there and tell me that Hitler's hands didn't have blood on them?
Hank Brown: You can't seriously be trying to compare what Seth did to what Hitler did? Jay be reasonable.
Jay Price: I see no difference in the audacity between the two men. All I see is a man that wronged me in a way that can never be undone. A life was taken by a man for reasons that made no sense, and now the time has come for that man to face the consequences. For far too long the rich and the elite have been able to live life without consequences. We live in a society where if you have money, or your face is plastered throughout the streets of Hollywood, you get a Get Out Of Jail free card and it makes me sick. It's time for someone to finally put an end to the cycle, and I see no better person to start with than the person running this company.
Hank Brown: Well before you get to all of that, maybe we should talk about what you're going to be doing later tonight. XIII. You, Creeping Death, Greenfever and D-Day teaming up to face Odin, Gage Gannon, Jonny Fly and Gravedigger. First things first, what made you accept the invitation to join Creeping Death's team.
Jay Price: I've got my reasons. For now, let's just say that I owed CD one.
Hank Brown: Very well. Why don't we just get to the point of all this and discuss the opponent's you'll face tonight? Let's start with the one that you have the most history with, Gravedigger.
Jay Price: Grave-fucking-Digger. I'm not going to lie GD, I figured at one point our paths were again going to cross, I just didn't imagine it coming so soon after I came back to the WCF. You see, I wasn't just lounging around my house eating cheetos while I was gone. As I've always done, I kept my eye on what was going on in the WCF. And low and behold, you were the masked son of a bitch Seth had doing his dirty work. By the way, congratulations on now being the 127th person to use the whole "masked menace causing havoc" persona in wrestling. Anyway, when I saw the alliance formed between you, I knew that things were going to get a hell of a lot more interesting when I came back, because, as you saw on Slam, I'm back for Lerch. And Lerch alone.
Now, and I'm just taking a complete stab in the dark here, I'm guessing that Lerch is going to have you standing between myself and my end goal here, so let's just get that whole thing out of the way at XIII. It's fitting too, because as you eluded to the last time that you and I faced at XIII I walked away the victor, albeit the fact that you were hiding under a mask and a fake name. But a win's a win, and mask or no mask, I still got the better of you that night. And of course, as you were quick to point out, you got a slight measure of revenge at One when you pinned me. So the way I see it, you and I are dead even when it comes to the PPV's.
Well shit, so not only am I going to get the opportunity to take out the front line of Lerch's defense only five days after I fired the first shot, but I'm once again going to show you that Jay Price is always going to be one step higher than you on the ladder. You might be able to grab hold of one of my feet, maybe bring me back down to your level for a little bit, but when the sun set's I'm always going to be the one that comes out on top. Ask Torture, Jay Price will, and can, fuck shit up for you.
Hank Brown: Moving right along, let's talk about the captain of the team you'll be facing, the former World Champion, Odin Balfore.
Jay Price: Odin you might be the captain of this so called "Team Bad Motha Fucka", but myself and the world can tell you now that you aren't even the best wrestler on your own team. As much as I hate that smug son of a bitch Gravedigger, I'll put him over you any day of the week because when it comes down to it, he's the only person that I know who can give me a legitimate run for my money inside of the ring. Yeah, you've had yourself a nice little run the past few months. I'll give you that kid.
Price pauses to give a mocking clap of approval.
But if you had been around during some of the glory days of WCF, you'd never have made it past the mid-card. Instead you got lucky and were signed on during a down time when the roster was depleted and management was willing to bring in anybody with a pulse. The best talent...Evans, Slickie and hell even Logan...were already long gone. Guys like Creeping Death and myself, we didn't give a fuck because the place was going downhill and greener pastures were calling over at IWF. Did we bolt when this place was looking bleaker than the Mayan death clock? Fuck yeah we did. Oh, and before you go bashing me for that last sentence, allow me to repeat myself for the world to see: WCF was dying, and I bolted because I didn't give a fuck at the time. So there, I saved you the trouble of rehashing my material for your next rant. But yeah, back to the point. You had a nice run when things around here were dead, but look what happened when the talent came back, hungry for the belt. You lost. Did I have a hand in it? Yes, but honestly that wasn't personal. I could have given a fuck less about who walked out of One with the title, my plan was to simply fuck up Torture's day. Am I going to apologize to you for possibly causing the loss?
Hell no. If you're as dominating and unbeatable as you like to run around claiming to be you should have already had that match well in hand and Creeping Death should have been a cadaver lying on the mat. Instead, you were about one second away from a ten count saving your ass and your title. So instead of getting your panties in a bunch over what I may or may not have been the cause of, maybe you need to start looking in the mirror and start blaming the man who was really at fault for you losing the WCF Title. It wasn't me, it wasn't Torture, and it wasn't Seth Lerch. It was you. And now, things are about to get even worse for you and the little make believe world you like to think you live in, because you've got two groups of people that are gunning for recognition. You've got the young guys like Fly, Gannon and Nathan Von Liebert, all of whom I'd be willing to put money on against you, just itching to make a name for themselves. And then you've got group number two, which is the guys that have a name already made, but are here to simply restore the order. And in that group, I'm leading the way. I'm coming back with a level of intensity and rage and aggression the likes you've never seen before. You only got a glimpse of what I can do, and that was at a time when I was a shell of what I once was. But now, you're not getting the Jay Price that was at the tail end of a breakdown. You're getting the Jay Price that burst threw the doors of WCF and put everyone on notice, day fucking one.
So please, continue make your snide little jokes. Hell, I'm laughing right along with everyone else. "Haha, he called Price a little puppy." I liked that one in particular because, honestly, it's fitting. Because tomorrow night I'm going to piss all over your plans to become relevant again.
Hank Brown: And what about Gage Gannon?
Jay Price: I look at Gage Gannon, and I see myself when I debuted in '09. And I don't mean that as he looks as dominating, or he looks as talented or even that he shows the same promise. I meant that he sounds exactly like I did when I first started, sans the butchering of the English language. From referring to himself as the future of the company, to announcing that the future is now, it's as if young Gannon took the time to brush up on his Price 101 and decided the best way to make it was to imitate the best. Now some might say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but I say it's downright depressing. Shit, I can't even remember all of the people that have come into WCF claiming to be "The Future" since I myself dropped that moniker. It's become the new trend in wrestling it seems, right up there with donning a ski mask and attacking people with a lead pipe. So you see Gannon, you're not The Future of anything, you're just another cliche bound to end up following the path of guys like Blade LaVigne, right out the door and into the arms of another company you can claim to be "The Future" of while those of us who can actually back up our words succeed.
At the moment the waitress arrives with the food and sets it on the table.
Hank Brown: Any last words?
Jay Price: Yeah. Corey, consider us even after XIII.
And the scene fades out.
