Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 19:19:08 GMT -5
September 26th, 2013
Undisclosed Location
11:30pm
Voice: "TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!"
We hear the loud, rough voice of a man as the scene slowly fades in on a dark hallway. A lone light bulb gently swings on a wire from the low ceiling, only briefly giving a look ahead. The sounds of fist hitting skin echo down the hallway as the cameraman slowly makes his way toward the source.
Voice: "Would you stop hitting him already? We're not going to be able to understand a word he says even if he decides to talk."
Voice: "YOU STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!"
More sounds of fists hitting skin as the cameraman slows down, barely creeping down the hallway to avoid giving himself away.
Voice: "NOW TELL ME! TELL ME EVERYTHING!"
Voice: "Fuck you! I already told you everything!"
Voice: "YOU'RE A GODDAMN LYING PIECE OF SHIT!"
Voice: "Calm down already. If he says he's told us everything, he's told us everything. Why don't we just let him go?"
Voice: "LET HIM GO? LET HIM GO!? ILL LET HIM GO STRAIGHT TO HELL WHEN IM THROUGH RIPPING HIS HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS!"
Voice: "Fuck off you deranged son of a bitch!"
There's a loud crashing sound from the end of the hallway and the cameraman stops in his tracks.
Voice: "THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU TELL US NOW OR I WILL TWIST YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF OF YOUR NECK AND SHIT INTO YOUR THROAT!"
Voice: "Why don't you untie me and try that you cocksucker?"
Voice: "Untie him? That's a great idea! Let's untie him and let him go. We've done enough and he's told us everything he knows."
Voice: "HE'S TOLD US NOTHING!"
As the two voices continue to argue with each other and the third voice continues to yell out obscenities at both of them, the cameraman slowly makes his way down the hallway. He reaches an open doorway and, with a deep breath, he slowly points the camera into the doorway. Jay Price is standing with his back to the camera, his recently dyed and cut orange mohawk illuminated by the low hanging light bulb directly over his head. The other person in the room can't be seen as they're currently lying on their back, seated in a chair with their ankles taped to the legs. As the cameraman moves closer to the doorway his foot catches the wall. Price's head turns slightly to the right, revealing his painted face. The cameraman sucks in his breath and prepares to bolt when Price turns his attention back to the person on the ground. He drops down to his knees beside the person's head and grabs hold of it with both hands.
Right Jay Price: "ONE LAST CHANCE!"
Voice: "What the fuck do you want me to say? I've told you everything!"
Right Jay Price: "TELL ME WHY THEY TOOK ME!"
Voice: "I told you I don't know why! Why would you think I know anything?"
Right Jay Price: "BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE THEY PUT IN MY PLACE!"
Jay Price pulls the man's head up for just a second before slamming it back to the ground. That second is just enough to show the man on the ground is none other than Jay Price. Price continues to raise the other Price's head off the ground and then slam it back down onto the concrete.
Left Jay Price: "Don't kill him!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU GIVE ME ONE GOOD GODDAMN REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T!"
Left Jay Price: "Because maybe he does still know something!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU JUST TOLD ME TO TRUST THAT HE TOLD US EVERYTHING!"
Left Jay Price: "Because I wanted you to stop beating him! Come on, set him back upright and let's try this my way."
Price lets out a low, rumbling growl before grabbing the other Price by the head and pulling him back upright. His mouth and nose are busted open and bleeding and his arm is hanging limply by his side as his sling is in tatters. Other Price turns his head to the side and spits out a wad of blood.
Jay Price: "Let me out of this chair and try this bullshit you little fu-"
Price's right hand shoots forward and punches the other Price square in the mouth.
Right Jay Price: "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Left Jay Price: "Stop it! You tried your way and we got nowhere. Now we're doing this the right way."
Price walks over and grabs a second chair as the cameraman shifts over to the other side of the doorway to get a better angle of the scene. Price drags the chair over in front of the other Price and takes a seat.
Left Jay Price: "All right, now you've told us you have no idea why they decided to take me-"
Right Jay Price: "US!"
Left Jay Price: "Right, us. You said you don't know why they took us, but surely you must know something. Anything."
Jay Price: "Fine! You want to know what the fuck happened? A mistake."
Left Jay Price: "A mistake?"
Right Jay Price: "I BEAT MY FATHER WITH A GOLF CLUB FOR CALLING ME THAT!"
Jay Price: "Will you shut up for one minute! Yes, you being taken was nothing more than a mistake. You think they wanted to take you? You're a nut case who chokes himself and argues with himself because he actually believes he's two different people."
Left Jay Price: "You might want to refrain from poking the b-"
Jay Price: "Shut up you little twit. You two...the fuck am I saying, you just happened to be in the room alone when they came. They were after your roommate, the writer. He checked himself in because he was convinced by the public that he was insane for his writings about aliens and their invasion plots. The fact is, he was right along. And the aliens that came looking for him found you and thought you were him."
Right Jay Price: "WHY THE HELL WOULD THEY WANT SOME PANSY WRITER!?"
Jay Price: "Are you deaf from all of that yelling? I just told you, he was right. They found out about his writing and his rants and they wanted to silence him before he was able to get his message out to the world. Apparently, despite the fact that they've mastered space travel and other highly advanced technology, they never took the time to realize that the rest of Earth wasn't paying attention to him."
Left Jay Price: "So then what are you exactly?"
Jay Price: "Your replacement. They couldn't very well just up and remove you from Earth without raising suspicion, so they sent me down. If you ask me it was a bit risky."
Left Jay Price: "Why do you say that?"
Jay Price: "Look at me. I'm one hell of an upgrade over you."
Right Jay Price: "SAYS THE FUCKER WITH A BROKEN SHOULDER!"
Jay Price: "Says the fucker with a broken mind. I may not be perfect but at least I was able to keep myself from going crazy. Hell, I even did things you couldn't do."
Right Jay Price: "YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING WE HAVEN'T? HOW ABOUT WE SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO THE GRAVE? MAYBE LET YOU MEET YOUR MAKER?"
Price's right hand shoots out and wraps around the throat of the other Price. His left hand quickly grabs hold of the right wrist and tries to pull it off of the other Price.
Left Jay Price: "No! We can't kill him! We need him!"
Right Jay Price: "FOR WHAT?"
Left Jay Price: "Because we just do! We need to know more!"
Price releases the other Price's throat and takes a step back as he runs his hands over his head. The other Price smiles at him from his seat in the chair. He then turns his head to the side and spits out another wad of blood and saliva.
Jay Price: "What's the matter? Can't you handle hearing the fact that an imposter did a better job at being you than you could ever do?"
Right Jay Price: "YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH NOW!"
Jay Price: "Fuck you. When you started running around the WCF with this face paint and split personality bullshit the first time you became a laughingstock. No one took you serious except for your other half and they shipped you off to the insane asylum the first chance they got. When I showed up a few weeks later cleaned up and acting normal I got the title match that you had been babbling about for months and walked away with the belt that you hadn't been able to win your entire time in WCF. I turned you into a success and made people actually respect the name Jay Price."
Left Jay Price: "And we thank you for t-"
Right Jay Price: "SHUT UP! YOU DID NOTHING FOR US! WE MADE OURSELVES WHAT WE ARE!"
Jay Price: "You're absolutely right. You made yourself into nothing more than a pathetic piece of shit that is mocked constantly by everyone around him. You did one hell of a job, let me tell you. If you even knew how much work I had to put in, the things I had to do and say to make you look good, you'd be kissing the ground that I walked on and thanking me."
Right Jay Price: "HOW ABOUT I THANK YOU WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE!?"
Jay Price: "Go ahead, kill me. See how far you can get before they ship you right back off to the nut house."
Right Jay Price: "LET THEM TRY!"
Jay Price: "Oh they will. And they'll succeed, just like they did the last time. Only this time they'll tuck you away in the worst kind of shit hole they can find."
Left Jay Price: "You know he's right."
Right Jay Price: "SO WHAT DO WE DO?"
Left Jay Price: "We're going to have to be smart about this. We're going to have to take a minute and think of a plan that we can put into action. And then-"
Right Jay Price: "FUCK YOU! ALL I HEARD WAS ACTION!"
Left Jay Price: "No!"
Price dives on top of the other Price and begins hammering away at his face with right hands as his left hand desperately tries to stop him. The cameraman slowly slips into the room and ducks behind a stack of crates, keeping the camera on the two Price's. In doing so his foot hits an empty beer bottle and sends it rolling toward them.
Cameraman: "Shit!"
Immediately Price sits up and looks toward the bottle rolling at him.
Right Jay Price: "WHAT WAS THAT?"
Left Jay Price: "We're not alone..."
Jay Price: "Hey! Somebody get this asshole off of me already!"
Right Jay Price: "SHUT UP!"
Price's right fist lands squarely on the other Price's mouth and then he pushes himself up off of him. As he moves toward the stack of crates where the cameraman is hiding, the cameraman drops his camera and takes off running, dropping his camera to the ground.
Cameraman: "Ah! Leave me alone you freak!"
As the camera remains focused on the other Price, still tied to the chair and laying on his back, the screams of the cameraman are silenced as the sounds of glass shattering are heard.
Cameraman: "Dear god! Stop! Please!"
More glass shattering and then a loud thump. Scraping now heard as Price finally comes back into the scene, his arms hooked under the arms of the cameraman as he drags him into the room and dumps him beside the other Price. As he rolls onto the side we can see that his face is covered in blood and has little shards of glass sticking out of it.
Jay Price: "Holy shit, what did you do to him?
Right Jay Price: "WE SHOWED HIM THE AMAZING VIEW OF THE RIVER!"
Left Jay Price: "Shush! Look we need an actual plan. What if..."
Right Jay Price: "What if what?"
Left Jay Price: "What if we don't kill him? What if we, maybe, keep him alive? We could use him."
Right Jay Price: "WE DON'T NEED HIM!"
Left Jay Price: "Right, I know. We don't need him, but we could still use him, like a tool. A pawn in our plan, if you will."
Right Jay Price: "NO! WE KILL HIM NOW AND WE END THIS!"
Jay Price: "Use me? What in the hell are you thinking? You think that I'll help you? You think that I'll have anything to do with the two of you and whatever you're planning? I say fuck you. Fuck the both of you."
Left Jay Price: "Now that's not very nice. Here I am trying to keep my other half from killing you, and you're refusing to play ball with me?"
The other Price smiles at Price and then spits a wad of blood and spit into his face.
Jay Price: "That's what I think about your ball."
Price smiles back at the other Price and then wipes the slime from his eyes.
Left Jay Price: "Here, let me help you up."
Price reaches down with his left hand and roughly grabs hold of the other Price's bad arm. Yanking quickly, he pulls the other Price upright in his chair.
Jay Price: "Ah! You son of a bitch!"
Price walks around to the back of the other Price and digs his fingers into the skin of the other Price's surgically repaired shoulder.
Left Jay Price: "I really was trying to be the nice guy. Believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. But as against senseless violence as I am, I want nothing more than to get revenge on the sons of bitches that took me away from Earth just as I was planning my escape from that wretched asylum."
Jay Price: "...you're supposed to be the good one."
Left Jay Price: "Believe me, between he and I, I am the good one. You're going to help us with whatever we ask of you, do you understand?"
Jay Price: "Oh I understand. But you can still go fuck yourself. You think anything you can do to me is worse than what they'll do to me if I help you?"
Left Jay Price: "You see, you're still under the assumption that they'll even come back for you. Aren't you? You think that they're waiting for the right time to come back and take you with them since they dropped us off back on Earth."
Jay Price: "Of course I am. You dumbass, they need me."
Left Jay Price: "No, they really don't."
Jay Price: "Look at the job I did down here. I excelled on this mission like we never planned I would be able to. I'm an asset to them."
Left Jay Price: "You're nothing but an expendable pawn to them. This mission, it was nothing. You were a soul that they could use because you had no purpose on their ship. Pass or fail, they wiped their hands of you the second they left you here. All you had to do was be a placeholder so no one questioned where the real Price had gone."
Jay Price: "You're a liar."
Left Jay Price: "Oh? Then tell me, how has it been two days and you haven't heard a word for them? Why didn't they send any word to you before they dropped us back on Earth?"
Jay Price: "They're biding their time. They want to make sure when they get me they aren't seen."
Left Jay Price: "Seen? They appeared on national television and told the world that we were Earth's problem. If they wanted you they'd have already come for you."
Jay Price: "....fuck you."
Left Jay Price: "It sucks when you find out you aren't as important as you thought you were, doesn't it?"
The other Price drops his head as Price gloats.
Left Jay Price: "So knowing that we don't have a bit of fear over them returning to exact revenge for killing you, do you still want to refuse to play ball."
The other Price doesn't answer so Price again digs his fingers into his bad shoulder.
Jay Price: "AH! Fine! Just...just stop, okay?"
Smiling, Price lets go and pats the other Price on the top of the head as he walks around and takes the empty seat in front of him. Price reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After sticking one between his lips and lighting the end, he offers one to the other Price, who shakes his head no. Price tucks the pack away and then blows a puff of smoke into his face.
Left Jay Price: "Well then, Other Price, welcome to the team."
Other Price shakes his head in disbelief as Price takes another drag from his cigarette, blows the smoke into the air and smirks. The scene fades out to black as Price reaches over and pats him on the shoulder.
Left Jay Price: "There, there. We're going to do some great things, you and us."
- - - - - - - - - -
September 27th, 2013
Jay Fucking Price's Fucking Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
3:00pm
Right Jay Price: "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?! WE TOLD YOU TO TAKE US HOME!"
The scene slowly fades back in on the sidewalk outside of the JFPF Tower, recently renamed by the city of Philadelphia after a lengthy legal battle. The other Price is nervously looking around at the passing pedestrians on the sidewalk as Jay Price stares up toward the top of the tower, his head and most of his face covered by the hood of his sweatshirt.
Jay Price: "Would you quit yelling already? We don't need to draw attention to the pair of identical Price's."
Left Jay Price: "Well then why did you drag us to downtown Philadelphia? We told you we wanted to go back to our house."
Jay Price: "I got rid of that shithole of an apartment the day I was made the CFO of WCF. There was no way I was going to be seen living in that cockroach infested death factory."
Right Jay Price: "YOU NEVER SPEAK ILL OF FREDDY AGAIN!"
Jay Price: "Freddy?"
Left Jay Price: "He named the big one."
Jay Price: "...of course he did. Anyway, the day I became the CFO, Pantheon honored me by presenting me with this tower. It was sort of a congratulations and happy birthday present."
Left Jay Price: "Why in the hell would you be named the CEO of WCF? Seth Lerch despises me with every ounce of his body."
Jay Price: "It was during the period when Jonny Fly was the owner. When he took over WCF he put everyone in Pantheon into a position of power."
Left Jay Price: "There's that word again, Pantheon. What the hell is that?"
Jay Price: "You don't remember Pantheon from before you were taken? They were one of the biggest stables of all time."
Right Jay Price: "YOU GOT US INTO A STABLE?!?!"
The people passing by the two Price's stop and stare as Right Price begins throwing a fit. Other Price grabs him by the arm and drags him through the double glass doors.
Jay Price: "Will you shut up?! I told you to quit with the yelling in public."
Left Jay Price: "For once I'm with him. What the hell do you mean you got us involved with a stable?"
Jay Price: "It was what was best for us at the time. When they switched us at the asylum, Jonny Fly himself came to help you get out. He offered me a spot in Pantheon, promised me the CFO job and a spot on the board, and all I had to do was join him in the fight to restore order in WCF."
Right Jay Price: "YOU SOLD US OUT!"
Jay Price: "Oh fuck off, that spot in Pantheon opened up millions of doors for me. I earned some respect and got the US Title Match that you had been bitching about being screwed out of for months. I made more money in a few months than you had earned over the years that you had been wrestling for the company."
Left Jay Price: "So you literally sold out? After I went ahead and dropped one of the greatest shoot promos in the history of WCF, ripping all of the stables a new asshole and telling them that they were nothing but a fallback for underperforming nobodies, you went ahead and signed up the first time one came knocking on your door?"
Jay Price: "What can I say, I like being successful. You might be okay with living in mediocrity, but I, even living someone else's life, aim a bit higher."
Left Jay Price: "Well bravo, I hope you enjoyed living the good life. But now that I'm back you're going to be seeing how things are run the actual Jay Price way. We're going to succeed and we're going to do it without bending over and taking it up the ass."
Jay Price: "My way worked perfectly! I had their respect."
Left Jay Price: "First lesson you're going to need to learn, their respect means nothing. You want them to fear you, not chant your name."
Jay Price: "But the thin-"
Right Jay Price: "BUT NOTHING!"
Left Jay Price: "Respect has no real meaning in this world. You can buy respect, it's just like another possession for the 1%. Fear, my friend, is where it's all at. And that's where we're going Other Price, we're going to that place inside that makes people fear us. Now then, what's say we go up top and talk about the plan."
Price roughly pats Other Price on his bad shoulder as he heads for the elevator. At first Other Price looks like he's going to hesitate but then Price whistles to him like he were a dog and he follows. Other Price pushes the button for the top floor as Price smirks.
Left Jay Price: "Don't look so down, just remember that the alternative using you was letting you die at the hands of a homicidal maniac."
Jay Price: "So instead I get to work with one? Yippee."
The elevator dings as it arrives at the top floor. The doors slowly slide open and Other Price starts to step out when Price body checks him into the side of the elevator, bad shoulder first. He drops to the ground clutching his arm as Price steps out onto the top floor, shaking his head at the extravagance.
Left Jay Price: "I take back the sell out remark from earlier. This, this is just so much worse. You think any of this-"
Price reaches over and knocks a crystal vase off of a shelf.
Left Jay Price: "-this shit means anything to those people? These things are just that, things. They have no real value, they're mere symbols of the society that we refuse to accept."
Jay Price: "So you're a hipster?"
Left Jay Price: "You think you could survive a fall from forty stories?"
Other Price shakes his head no as he eyes the balcony.
Left Jay Price: "We distance ourselves from the likes of people like, well like you, who stand on their pedestals thumbing their noses at everyone else. You think you became a success in this industry because you made a few bucks and had some power because you joined up with the likes of Pantheon. That's not becoming a success, that's just falling into a trend. It's the reason why I left the WCF to begin with. I was fed up with the fact that everyone suddenly felt the urge to join a stable. It became a status symbol, everyone just had to be with the coolest clique. Guys like me at the time who refused to buy into it were cast aside as nobodies while they busied themselves with their stable bickering."
Jay Price: "If you were so against what this place had become, why even come back?"
Left Jay Price: "We had a plan to bring the whole place down to it's knees."
Jay Price: "What? You were on your way to the asylum within a month of returning. What kind of plan could you possibly have had?"
Price's right hand shoots out and grabs hold of Other Price's collar.
Right Jay Price: "A DAMN GOOD ONE YOU SON OF A BITCH! THEN YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE HAD TO GO AND FUCK IT UP!"
Left Jay Price: "Relax. Look, right now is not the time for you to be asking questions. All you need to be worrying about is doing everything we ask of you."
Price's left hand pushes his right hand away and then points Other Price toward the couch. He takes a seat as Price sits in one of the two arm chairs across from him.
Jay Price: "You still haven't told me what you want me for."
Left Jay Price: "Despite what you've done to destroy my name, you're still an asset for me to use for the beginning. Namely, WAR."
Jay Price: "I don't know what you're thinking, but look at my shoulder. I'm freaking useless to you if you're thinking I'm going to be able to help you out there."
Left Jay Price: "I'm not blind, you idiot. No, you are going to help me figure out my pre-WAR strategy. I've been out of this place for over a year, I need to know about the forty one people I'm about to go up against."
Jay Price: "All of them?"
Right Jay Price: "ALL THE BITCHES THAT ARE GOING TO TASTE MY BOOT!"
Left Jay Price: "Yes, they're all going to taste your boot. Now relax and have another pill."
Price pulls an orange battle from his pocket and pops a small white pill into his mouth.
Jay Price: "What are those?"
Left Jay Price: "Just a little something our friends at the asylum gave us to keep calm."
Jay Price: "Do they work?"
Left Jay Price: "No, but don't tell him that."
Price tucks the bottle back into his pants pocket and then pulls a small, balled up piece of paper from his sweatshirt pocket before tossing it to Other Price.
Jay Price: "What's this?"
Left Jay Price: "The list."
Other Price uncrumples the piece of paper and looks over what's written down.
Jay Price: "Tek, Havok, Doc Henry, Lilith... you actually wrote out the names of everyone in the WAR Match? Wouldn't it have just been easier to pull it up on the internet on your phone?"
Left Jay Price: "Anyone ever tell you that you're fucking lazy? Quit talking like you were born after the year 2000 and let's do this."
Jay Price: "But most of these guys on this list are nobodies, they're not worth focusing on. You need to keep your mind on the big names you're going to face."
Right Jay Price: "JUST DO WHAT I FUCKING SAY ALREADY!"
Price's right hand shoots out and wraps around the throat of Other Price. His left hand tries to fight it off as the right hand drags Other Price to the ground.
Right Jay Price: "WHY IS THIS SO HARD?! YOU JUST HAVE TO DO WHAT WE SAY!"
Left Jay Price: "Get off of him you idiot! We need him!"
Right Jay Price: "WE NEED NO ONE!"
Other Price goes limp under the right hand of Price as his eyes flutter before closing. Price's hand releases itself from his throat and he pushes himself back up onto his chair.
Left Jay Price: "Great, now what the fuck are we supposed to do?"
Right Jay Price: "Just do it the way we used to do it. You said it yourself, we're all about doing it the way it's supposed to be done."
Left Jay Price: "Did you just say something without screaming?"
Right Jay Price: "NO! YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!"
Left Jay Price: "Maybe those pills do work after all."
Price scoops up the paper from the ground beside the unconscious body of Other Price.
Left Jay Price: "You see, just look at most of these names on this list. I don't know these fuckers. What the hell is a Lilith? Lionheart? The fuck, when did we travel back to 1990's Japan? This is why we needed him, you fucking idiot. He was the only person in this room who knows anything about these guys."
Voice: "Maybe I could help you out?"
Price spins his chair around to find Cameraman Bob hanging out by doorway leading to the kitchen.
Left Jay Price: "Bob? The fuck are you doing here?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well I had been working for him-"
Bob points to the unconscious Other Price lying on the floor.
Cameraman Bob: "-before you killed him."
Left Jay Price: "He's not dead, just a little sleepy."
Cameraman Bob: "What a shame, he'd turned into a real asshole as of late."
Left Jay Price: "So what, you left your job as a cameraman to take a job in this tower."
Cameraman Bob: "Eh, it's a long story, I try to relive it much. So uh, what exactly is the story with you two. I saw the whole Alien thing on TV Wednesday night but I had kind of chalked it up to the cocaine I split with Tank."
Right Jay Price: "OH SHIT! TANK'S STILL ALIVE!?"
Left Jay Price: "Shut up! The last thing we need is you two getting back together. Look, uh, you've been with this Jay for a while now, right?"
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah, ever since he moved into this tower. Why, what's up?"
Left Jay Price: "Well we had been counting on him to help us get ready for the WAR match this Sunday, but a certain someone decided to choke him out. So now we need someone who knows what the fuck has been going on since we left."
Cameraman Bob: "Well shit, even if he's unconscious I'm still getting paid, so what the hell."
Left Jay Price: "Good. Now look, I know most of these people-"
Price passes the paper off to Bob as he takes a seat on the couch where Other Price had been sitting.
Left Jay Price: "-but I've got no idea what they've been doing lately. And the other names on that list don't ring any bells. So I'm thinking we just go everyone on there and I can come up with something."
The scene pulls back as Bob and Price launch into a lengthy discussion of the WAR participants. Other Price begins to stir on the ground until Bob drops his feet onto the back of his head to use as a footrest. The scene fades out to black as Price is seen shaking his head in disbelief.
One Hour Later
The scene fades back in on a shot of Jay Price, head and face covered by the hood of his sweatshirt, seated on a metal folding chair in one of the sub-levels under the tower.
Cameraman Bob: "Are you sure you wouldn't rather do this up top? This place is-"
Left Jay Price: "Is perfect. All the extravagance and grandiose is too over the top for my style. Dark, cold and concrete is much more like it."
Cameraman Bob: "Hey, it's your show. You need me for anything else once I get this tripod set up."
Left Jay Price: "Nope, just make sure our guest is taken care of properly."
Cameraman Bob: "Got it. All right, we're good here."
The sounds of footsteps leaving the room followed by a door opening and closing can be heard as Price remains seated, eyes focused ahead on the camera.
Left Jay Price: "Well now, doesn't this just feel like old times. Me, sitting here, wondering what has happened to the company that I started my career in back in 2009. In 2012, when I told Seth Lerch that I was ripping up his contract offer and leaving this company, I told the world that the stable wars that were on the horizon were going to rip up his company and leave him with nothing. I told him point blank that it was going to be the company's blood on his hands when it was all said done. And what do you know? I end up going away for over a year and this company is passed from Lerch to Jonny Fly to Eric Price and now to Sarah Twilight. Stables ran this company for the better part of the year, putting only themselves and their best interests first. Just as I told Seth Lerch, he lost all control of his company the day he decided to wipe his hands of the growing issues in front of him and focus only on the dollar signs."
"Now look at what this company has been reduced to, a mere shell of what it used to be. Cycles of management, from Pantheon to Bravado to the current regime, choosing not to focus on anything but putting themselves on display to market their names. Profits have taken center stage from actual talent, leaving the roster full of bottom feeders and no talent hacks from around the world that couldn't cut it. Let me ask you, all of the cheap contracts that help save the company money and put dollars in the pockets of the powers at be, is it really worth it? When people realize that we're putting on nothing more than a B-Rated show with no big names they're going to flock to the other big promotions and leave us dwindling. And then what? A massive roster overhaul? Fire off everyone that you should have never signed on in the first place?"
"Seth Lerch may have had the least business sense of anyone running a wrestling company, but at least he has a sense for talent. Looking over just a few of the first names on this list of WAR participants I have here, I couldn't imagine the thought process behind signing any of them. Biohazard? A blast from the past, sure, but what has he offered anyone since, well since ever? He's a masked wrestler who can't get anyone to buy one of his replicas. His in-ring prowess consists of oozing, which makes him as interesting as a sore on hooker's vagina. And the only thing that he's done recently is form a team with Tyler Walker, who honestly is in the same boat as Biohazard. You're looking at a pair of nobodies getting precious air time that belongs to people who deserve it and doing nothing with it. Dark matches, pre-shows, house shows, internet shows, all things that are too good for these guys yet they get featured on Slam and at PPV's. What, are we so desperate for name recognition that we have to pad the WAR Match with fillers to make it a huge match? There was a time when this match and this PPV actually meant something, now it's become nothing more than a gimmick."
"And speaking of gimmicks, why, why, why, do people with names like "Mr. Jack Happy" and Havok and Lionheart, Cormack MacNeill and Tek all have jobs? If there were such a need for someone in a clown costume, why not shell out the cash to bring back Switches? Why try to bring in a bargain bin replacement with a stupid name to try and entertain the kiddies? Switches may have been a clown, but he had talent. More talent than damn near almost everyone employed with the WCF. But he's gone and now we get the pleasure of Jack Happy trying his best to be Switches but coming off as less threatening that Ronald McDonald. Havok? Oh my, such a terrifyingly generic name to go with such an infringing ensemble. Let me give you a little word of advice Junior, if you want to go the whole "I'm crazy and violent, so watch out" shtick, take some time to study how it's actually done and then realize that you don't have what it takes to pull it off convincingly. You're not Greenfever. You're not Jack Of Blades. You're not me. Honestly, right now you're less terrifying than Logan when he decided to dress up in a red wig and call himself Sarah Twilight. Cormack MacNeill? With your incomprehensible accent and your little Scotty kilt, you look like you time traveled to 2013 straight from the 80's era of wrestling. Oh, so you're a proud foreign wrestler? Woo-fucking-hoo, couldn't you find a way to switch it up a bit so you didn't look like every single foreign wrestler that ever walked through those doors. Hector Rodriguez, Anibal, the list of people doing the same exact thing as you goes on and on. What the fuck is it with people of this generation not wanting to try and be original? Lionheart? Does everyone remember when Coke decided to come out with "New Coke" and everyone thought "Hey, this isn't such a bad idea. Maybe it will be great!" but then once it arrived everyone was immediately disgusted and disappointed. That's you, Lionheart, or as I'll be calling you from now on, "New Tank". A watered down, less appealing, less entertaining, less interesting, less roided up version of Tank Reaper. Did Tank ever hold the World Title? No. Did Tank ever win WAR? No. But you know what Tank could do? Make people respect him. Make crowds love him. All he would have to do is snort a line of coke and bend a hooker over a barrel and people would cheer for him. You? Jesus christ, it's a fucking snore fest. "The biggest, baddest lion in the jungle"? You're a kitten playing in rush hour traffic, running back and forth afraid as can be because you know you're seconds away from being crushed. And Tek? You're that same little kitten that was running around playing in traffic, only you're too fucking retarded to realize you've already been crushed. You and your career are writhing in painful agony on the ground, but you've still got wide eyed kiddie dreams of success and fame. Tek I'd tell you that you were in serious need of a reality check but that shit passed you by months ago and is looking back at you in it's rear view mirror. The only thing left I can tell you is that the pedestal that you've built and set yourself upon is fragile and getting ready to topple so try your best to survive your downfall."
"Which of course brings me to the newest batch of "talent" in WCF, the "Better than the Tek's of the world, but is that really such a compliment?" group. Such illustrious talents as Ryan Rhodes, with his never say die spirit and will to always fight the good fight. Hey, that's great. What an attitude to have. Everyone loves the consummate underdog trying to rise up and make a name for himself while fighting for truth, justice and all of that other bullshit. The problem is we're at a time when being the underdog means you're going to constantly be begging for scraps from those of us willing to do absolutely anything it takes to get ahead. Look, trying to be the good guy doing the right thing is great, but you're going to be getting stepped on by everyone like me that couldn't give a shit about doing the right thing or how the crowd is reacting to you. And Johnny Towers? You might be the opposite of Rhodes with your anarchy and your extremist views, but when it comes to down to it I question whether you even have what it takes to rise up above the Rhodes' and Tek's of this industry. I look at you and I see nothing special, just a scrawny little punk with big hair and some tattoos. "Oh, you're an anarchist", who the fuck cares. You've got a militant mindset but absolutely nothing to back it up with so when you get into the ring you end up getting laid out by those of us that actually know what the fuck to do in the ring."
"Jayden Thunder, with his boasting of his glory days in this wrestling company and that wrestling company, Jason Xavier, with his scrappy attitude and his "resourcefulness" to overcome, Jon Michaels, with his overinflated ego and sense of deserving despite being unable to prove himself as being anything of worth, Eli The Kid, with his scrappy underdog mentality and Seifer Black Armstrong, the man on a mission for redemption that's only been able to continue down the same shitty road he was already on. Five different men, each one yet another example of this lazy generation's inability to come up with something new. Something different. For the love of god, give us something that we haven't already seen a thousand times before. The underdog mentality and the scrappy attitude? Congratulations, you're this generations D-Day. The only difference is I look at you and see nothing that shows that you're ever going to be able to reach the heights that he was able to reach. And, sorry to tell you, if you can't reach the levels that he did, you'll never be able to reach the levels that I have because D-Day was always left in my dust. The glory hound reliving his past? Yeah, I've heard that one about myself plenty of times. Only difference between you and I is the fact that all my accomplishments have taken place in WCF, the premier promotion in all of the World. Gloating about how you were the big shot of some little Indy wrestling company that no one has heard of doesn't mean jack shit around here. You want respect because ten years ago you were a blip on the radar? Fuck off. Do something here and then maybe you're name will carry an ounce of worth. Until then, you get the distinction of being the next Jason Kash. The one with the overinfladted ego and sense of worth despite doing jack shit? Well fuck, you're just another name coming through the door that we're all waiting to see disappear into the night because you couldn't hold your own. And the man on a mission to reclaim his glory? Hey, good luck with that. Don't let the door hit you in the ass when you give up because no one hear is going to lay down for the feel good story."
Price pauses as the door on the other side of the room is opened. Other Price shuffles into the room, sporting a nice bruise on his neck from where Price had been gripping with his right hand.
Left Jay Price: "You mind? I was kind of in the middle of something?"
Jay Price: "I thought you said you wanted me to help you with WAR?"
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, you got replaced by Cameraman Bob. Something tells me he did a hell of a lot better job than you would have."
Jay Price: "Fuck you. So if you don't need me anymore does that mean I can go?"
Left Jay Price: "Go? Go where? I'm not having another me running around out there. People are going to be asking to many questions as is after Wednesday night."
Jay Price: "So....so does that mean you're going to kill me?"
Left Jay Price: "Not yet. For now, if I were you, I'd stay quiet and out of the way as much as possible."
Jay Price: "But-"
Left Jay Price: "Shh. Now run along."
Jay Price: "But you-"
Right Jay Price: "HE SAID RUN ALONG!"
Frightened, Other Price turns and runs out of the room.
Left Jay Price: "I was wondering when you'd finally show back up. What took so long?"
Right Jay Price: "EAT A DICK YOU SELF MEDICATING BITCH!"
Left Jay Price: "You think you can keep quiet while I do this shit?"
Right Jay Price: "NOT A CHANCE FUCKFACE!"
Left Jay Price: "...of course not. I swear to god sometimes I wish I could reach into my head and pull you out of my mind so that I could kill you off once and for all."
Right Jay Price: "YOU DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS!"
Price's right hand suddenly wraps itself around his throat and he's knocked backward in his chair. His left hand grabs hold of his right wrist and he begins rolling around on the floor, trying to pull his hand from his throat. Finally he yanks it off, only to have it grab hold of the chair that he'd been sitting on.
Right Jay Price: "YOU WANNA FUCKING PLAY?! LET'S FUCKING PLAY!"
Price's right hand slams the chair into his face, busting his nose open. He raises his right arm to block the next shot but still takes one to the head. Shot after shot until finally the right arm goes limp along with the rest of Price. The scene slowly fades out as the camera pulls back on the shot of Price laid out on the concrete, blood slowly pouring from his nose and mouth.
Undisclosed Location
11:30pm
Voice: "TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!"
We hear the loud, rough voice of a man as the scene slowly fades in on a dark hallway. A lone light bulb gently swings on a wire from the low ceiling, only briefly giving a look ahead. The sounds of fist hitting skin echo down the hallway as the cameraman slowly makes his way toward the source.
Voice: "Would you stop hitting him already? We're not going to be able to understand a word he says even if he decides to talk."
Voice: "YOU STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!"
More sounds of fists hitting skin as the cameraman slows down, barely creeping down the hallway to avoid giving himself away.
Voice: "NOW TELL ME! TELL ME EVERYTHING!"
Voice: "Fuck you! I already told you everything!"
Voice: "YOU'RE A GODDAMN LYING PIECE OF SHIT!"
Voice: "Calm down already. If he says he's told us everything, he's told us everything. Why don't we just let him go?"
Voice: "LET HIM GO? LET HIM GO!? ILL LET HIM GO STRAIGHT TO HELL WHEN IM THROUGH RIPPING HIS HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS!"
Voice: "Fuck off you deranged son of a bitch!"
There's a loud crashing sound from the end of the hallway and the cameraman stops in his tracks.
Voice: "THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU TELL US NOW OR I WILL TWIST YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF OF YOUR NECK AND SHIT INTO YOUR THROAT!"
Voice: "Why don't you untie me and try that you cocksucker?"
Voice: "Untie him? That's a great idea! Let's untie him and let him go. We've done enough and he's told us everything he knows."
Voice: "HE'S TOLD US NOTHING!"
As the two voices continue to argue with each other and the third voice continues to yell out obscenities at both of them, the cameraman slowly makes his way down the hallway. He reaches an open doorway and, with a deep breath, he slowly points the camera into the doorway. Jay Price is standing with his back to the camera, his recently dyed and cut orange mohawk illuminated by the low hanging light bulb directly over his head. The other person in the room can't be seen as they're currently lying on their back, seated in a chair with their ankles taped to the legs. As the cameraman moves closer to the doorway his foot catches the wall. Price's head turns slightly to the right, revealing his painted face. The cameraman sucks in his breath and prepares to bolt when Price turns his attention back to the person on the ground. He drops down to his knees beside the person's head and grabs hold of it with both hands.
Right Jay Price: "ONE LAST CHANCE!"
Voice: "What the fuck do you want me to say? I've told you everything!"
Right Jay Price: "TELL ME WHY THEY TOOK ME!"
Voice: "I told you I don't know why! Why would you think I know anything?"
Right Jay Price: "BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE THEY PUT IN MY PLACE!"
Jay Price pulls the man's head up for just a second before slamming it back to the ground. That second is just enough to show the man on the ground is none other than Jay Price. Price continues to raise the other Price's head off the ground and then slam it back down onto the concrete.
Left Jay Price: "Don't kill him!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU GIVE ME ONE GOOD GODDAMN REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T!"
Left Jay Price: "Because maybe he does still know something!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU JUST TOLD ME TO TRUST THAT HE TOLD US EVERYTHING!"
Left Jay Price: "Because I wanted you to stop beating him! Come on, set him back upright and let's try this my way."
Price lets out a low, rumbling growl before grabbing the other Price by the head and pulling him back upright. His mouth and nose are busted open and bleeding and his arm is hanging limply by his side as his sling is in tatters. Other Price turns his head to the side and spits out a wad of blood.
Jay Price: "Let me out of this chair and try this bullshit you little fu-"
Price's right hand shoots forward and punches the other Price square in the mouth.
Right Jay Price: "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Left Jay Price: "Stop it! You tried your way and we got nowhere. Now we're doing this the right way."
Price walks over and grabs a second chair as the cameraman shifts over to the other side of the doorway to get a better angle of the scene. Price drags the chair over in front of the other Price and takes a seat.
Left Jay Price: "All right, now you've told us you have no idea why they decided to take me-"
Right Jay Price: "US!"
Left Jay Price: "Right, us. You said you don't know why they took us, but surely you must know something. Anything."
Jay Price: "Fine! You want to know what the fuck happened? A mistake."
Left Jay Price: "A mistake?"
Right Jay Price: "I BEAT MY FATHER WITH A GOLF CLUB FOR CALLING ME THAT!"
Jay Price: "Will you shut up for one minute! Yes, you being taken was nothing more than a mistake. You think they wanted to take you? You're a nut case who chokes himself and argues with himself because he actually believes he's two different people."
Left Jay Price: "You might want to refrain from poking the b-"
Jay Price: "Shut up you little twit. You two...the fuck am I saying, you just happened to be in the room alone when they came. They were after your roommate, the writer. He checked himself in because he was convinced by the public that he was insane for his writings about aliens and their invasion plots. The fact is, he was right along. And the aliens that came looking for him found you and thought you were him."
Right Jay Price: "WHY THE HELL WOULD THEY WANT SOME PANSY WRITER!?"
Jay Price: "Are you deaf from all of that yelling? I just told you, he was right. They found out about his writing and his rants and they wanted to silence him before he was able to get his message out to the world. Apparently, despite the fact that they've mastered space travel and other highly advanced technology, they never took the time to realize that the rest of Earth wasn't paying attention to him."
Left Jay Price: "So then what are you exactly?"
Jay Price: "Your replacement. They couldn't very well just up and remove you from Earth without raising suspicion, so they sent me down. If you ask me it was a bit risky."
Left Jay Price: "Why do you say that?"
Jay Price: "Look at me. I'm one hell of an upgrade over you."
Right Jay Price: "SAYS THE FUCKER WITH A BROKEN SHOULDER!"
Jay Price: "Says the fucker with a broken mind. I may not be perfect but at least I was able to keep myself from going crazy. Hell, I even did things you couldn't do."
Right Jay Price: "YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING WE HAVEN'T? HOW ABOUT WE SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO THE GRAVE? MAYBE LET YOU MEET YOUR MAKER?"
Price's right hand shoots out and wraps around the throat of the other Price. His left hand quickly grabs hold of the right wrist and tries to pull it off of the other Price.
Left Jay Price: "No! We can't kill him! We need him!"
Right Jay Price: "FOR WHAT?"
Left Jay Price: "Because we just do! We need to know more!"
Price releases the other Price's throat and takes a step back as he runs his hands over his head. The other Price smiles at him from his seat in the chair. He then turns his head to the side and spits out another wad of blood and saliva.
Jay Price: "What's the matter? Can't you handle hearing the fact that an imposter did a better job at being you than you could ever do?"
Right Jay Price: "YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH NOW!"
Jay Price: "Fuck you. When you started running around the WCF with this face paint and split personality bullshit the first time you became a laughingstock. No one took you serious except for your other half and they shipped you off to the insane asylum the first chance they got. When I showed up a few weeks later cleaned up and acting normal I got the title match that you had been babbling about for months and walked away with the belt that you hadn't been able to win your entire time in WCF. I turned you into a success and made people actually respect the name Jay Price."
Left Jay Price: "And we thank you for t-"
Right Jay Price: "SHUT UP! YOU DID NOTHING FOR US! WE MADE OURSELVES WHAT WE ARE!"
Jay Price: "You're absolutely right. You made yourself into nothing more than a pathetic piece of shit that is mocked constantly by everyone around him. You did one hell of a job, let me tell you. If you even knew how much work I had to put in, the things I had to do and say to make you look good, you'd be kissing the ground that I walked on and thanking me."
Right Jay Price: "HOW ABOUT I THANK YOU WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE!?"
Jay Price: "Go ahead, kill me. See how far you can get before they ship you right back off to the nut house."
Right Jay Price: "LET THEM TRY!"
Jay Price: "Oh they will. And they'll succeed, just like they did the last time. Only this time they'll tuck you away in the worst kind of shit hole they can find."
Left Jay Price: "You know he's right."
Right Jay Price: "SO WHAT DO WE DO?"
Left Jay Price: "We're going to have to be smart about this. We're going to have to take a minute and think of a plan that we can put into action. And then-"
Right Jay Price: "FUCK YOU! ALL I HEARD WAS ACTION!"
Left Jay Price: "No!"
Price dives on top of the other Price and begins hammering away at his face with right hands as his left hand desperately tries to stop him. The cameraman slowly slips into the room and ducks behind a stack of crates, keeping the camera on the two Price's. In doing so his foot hits an empty beer bottle and sends it rolling toward them.
Cameraman: "Shit!"
Immediately Price sits up and looks toward the bottle rolling at him.
Right Jay Price: "WHAT WAS THAT?"
Left Jay Price: "We're not alone..."
Jay Price: "Hey! Somebody get this asshole off of me already!"
Right Jay Price: "SHUT UP!"
Price's right fist lands squarely on the other Price's mouth and then he pushes himself up off of him. As he moves toward the stack of crates where the cameraman is hiding, the cameraman drops his camera and takes off running, dropping his camera to the ground.
Cameraman: "Ah! Leave me alone you freak!"
As the camera remains focused on the other Price, still tied to the chair and laying on his back, the screams of the cameraman are silenced as the sounds of glass shattering are heard.
Cameraman: "Dear god! Stop! Please!"
More glass shattering and then a loud thump. Scraping now heard as Price finally comes back into the scene, his arms hooked under the arms of the cameraman as he drags him into the room and dumps him beside the other Price. As he rolls onto the side we can see that his face is covered in blood and has little shards of glass sticking out of it.
Jay Price: "Holy shit, what did you do to him?
Right Jay Price: "WE SHOWED HIM THE AMAZING VIEW OF THE RIVER!"
Left Jay Price: "Shush! Look we need an actual plan. What if..."
Right Jay Price: "What if what?"
Left Jay Price: "What if we don't kill him? What if we, maybe, keep him alive? We could use him."
Right Jay Price: "WE DON'T NEED HIM!"
Left Jay Price: "Right, I know. We don't need him, but we could still use him, like a tool. A pawn in our plan, if you will."
Right Jay Price: "NO! WE KILL HIM NOW AND WE END THIS!"
Jay Price: "Use me? What in the hell are you thinking? You think that I'll help you? You think that I'll have anything to do with the two of you and whatever you're planning? I say fuck you. Fuck the both of you."
Left Jay Price: "Now that's not very nice. Here I am trying to keep my other half from killing you, and you're refusing to play ball with me?"
The other Price smiles at Price and then spits a wad of blood and spit into his face.
Jay Price: "That's what I think about your ball."
Price smiles back at the other Price and then wipes the slime from his eyes.
Left Jay Price: "Here, let me help you up."
Price reaches down with his left hand and roughly grabs hold of the other Price's bad arm. Yanking quickly, he pulls the other Price upright in his chair.
Jay Price: "Ah! You son of a bitch!"
Price walks around to the back of the other Price and digs his fingers into the skin of the other Price's surgically repaired shoulder.
Left Jay Price: "I really was trying to be the nice guy. Believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. But as against senseless violence as I am, I want nothing more than to get revenge on the sons of bitches that took me away from Earth just as I was planning my escape from that wretched asylum."
Jay Price: "...you're supposed to be the good one."
Left Jay Price: "Believe me, between he and I, I am the good one. You're going to help us with whatever we ask of you, do you understand?"
Jay Price: "Oh I understand. But you can still go fuck yourself. You think anything you can do to me is worse than what they'll do to me if I help you?"
Left Jay Price: "You see, you're still under the assumption that they'll even come back for you. Aren't you? You think that they're waiting for the right time to come back and take you with them since they dropped us off back on Earth."
Jay Price: "Of course I am. You dumbass, they need me."
Left Jay Price: "No, they really don't."
Jay Price: "Look at the job I did down here. I excelled on this mission like we never planned I would be able to. I'm an asset to them."
Left Jay Price: "You're nothing but an expendable pawn to them. This mission, it was nothing. You were a soul that they could use because you had no purpose on their ship. Pass or fail, they wiped their hands of you the second they left you here. All you had to do was be a placeholder so no one questioned where the real Price had gone."
Jay Price: "You're a liar."
Left Jay Price: "Oh? Then tell me, how has it been two days and you haven't heard a word for them? Why didn't they send any word to you before they dropped us back on Earth?"
Jay Price: "They're biding their time. They want to make sure when they get me they aren't seen."
Left Jay Price: "Seen? They appeared on national television and told the world that we were Earth's problem. If they wanted you they'd have already come for you."
Jay Price: "....fuck you."
Left Jay Price: "It sucks when you find out you aren't as important as you thought you were, doesn't it?"
The other Price drops his head as Price gloats.
Left Jay Price: "So knowing that we don't have a bit of fear over them returning to exact revenge for killing you, do you still want to refuse to play ball."
The other Price doesn't answer so Price again digs his fingers into his bad shoulder.
Jay Price: "AH! Fine! Just...just stop, okay?"
Smiling, Price lets go and pats the other Price on the top of the head as he walks around and takes the empty seat in front of him. Price reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After sticking one between his lips and lighting the end, he offers one to the other Price, who shakes his head no. Price tucks the pack away and then blows a puff of smoke into his face.
Left Jay Price: "Well then, Other Price, welcome to the team."
Other Price shakes his head in disbelief as Price takes another drag from his cigarette, blows the smoke into the air and smirks. The scene fades out to black as Price reaches over and pats him on the shoulder.
Left Jay Price: "There, there. We're going to do some great things, you and us."
- - - - - - - - - -
September 27th, 2013
Jay Fucking Price's Fucking Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
3:00pm
Right Jay Price: "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?! WE TOLD YOU TO TAKE US HOME!"
The scene slowly fades back in on the sidewalk outside of the JFPF Tower, recently renamed by the city of Philadelphia after a lengthy legal battle. The other Price is nervously looking around at the passing pedestrians on the sidewalk as Jay Price stares up toward the top of the tower, his head and most of his face covered by the hood of his sweatshirt.
Jay Price: "Would you quit yelling already? We don't need to draw attention to the pair of identical Price's."
Left Jay Price: "Well then why did you drag us to downtown Philadelphia? We told you we wanted to go back to our house."
Jay Price: "I got rid of that shithole of an apartment the day I was made the CFO of WCF. There was no way I was going to be seen living in that cockroach infested death factory."
Right Jay Price: "YOU NEVER SPEAK ILL OF FREDDY AGAIN!"
Jay Price: "Freddy?"
Left Jay Price: "He named the big one."
Jay Price: "...of course he did. Anyway, the day I became the CFO, Pantheon honored me by presenting me with this tower. It was sort of a congratulations and happy birthday present."
Left Jay Price: "Why in the hell would you be named the CEO of WCF? Seth Lerch despises me with every ounce of his body."
Jay Price: "It was during the period when Jonny Fly was the owner. When he took over WCF he put everyone in Pantheon into a position of power."
Left Jay Price: "There's that word again, Pantheon. What the hell is that?"
Jay Price: "You don't remember Pantheon from before you were taken? They were one of the biggest stables of all time."
Right Jay Price: "YOU GOT US INTO A STABLE?!?!"
The people passing by the two Price's stop and stare as Right Price begins throwing a fit. Other Price grabs him by the arm and drags him through the double glass doors.
Jay Price: "Will you shut up?! I told you to quit with the yelling in public."
Left Jay Price: "For once I'm with him. What the hell do you mean you got us involved with a stable?"
Jay Price: "It was what was best for us at the time. When they switched us at the asylum, Jonny Fly himself came to help you get out. He offered me a spot in Pantheon, promised me the CFO job and a spot on the board, and all I had to do was join him in the fight to restore order in WCF."
Right Jay Price: "YOU SOLD US OUT!"
Jay Price: "Oh fuck off, that spot in Pantheon opened up millions of doors for me. I earned some respect and got the US Title Match that you had been bitching about being screwed out of for months. I made more money in a few months than you had earned over the years that you had been wrestling for the company."
Left Jay Price: "So you literally sold out? After I went ahead and dropped one of the greatest shoot promos in the history of WCF, ripping all of the stables a new asshole and telling them that they were nothing but a fallback for underperforming nobodies, you went ahead and signed up the first time one came knocking on your door?"
Jay Price: "What can I say, I like being successful. You might be okay with living in mediocrity, but I, even living someone else's life, aim a bit higher."
Left Jay Price: "Well bravo, I hope you enjoyed living the good life. But now that I'm back you're going to be seeing how things are run the actual Jay Price way. We're going to succeed and we're going to do it without bending over and taking it up the ass."
Jay Price: "My way worked perfectly! I had their respect."
Left Jay Price: "First lesson you're going to need to learn, their respect means nothing. You want them to fear you, not chant your name."
Jay Price: "But the thin-"
Right Jay Price: "BUT NOTHING!"
Left Jay Price: "Respect has no real meaning in this world. You can buy respect, it's just like another possession for the 1%. Fear, my friend, is where it's all at. And that's where we're going Other Price, we're going to that place inside that makes people fear us. Now then, what's say we go up top and talk about the plan."
Price roughly pats Other Price on his bad shoulder as he heads for the elevator. At first Other Price looks like he's going to hesitate but then Price whistles to him like he were a dog and he follows. Other Price pushes the button for the top floor as Price smirks.
Left Jay Price: "Don't look so down, just remember that the alternative using you was letting you die at the hands of a homicidal maniac."
Jay Price: "So instead I get to work with one? Yippee."
The elevator dings as it arrives at the top floor. The doors slowly slide open and Other Price starts to step out when Price body checks him into the side of the elevator, bad shoulder first. He drops to the ground clutching his arm as Price steps out onto the top floor, shaking his head at the extravagance.
Left Jay Price: "I take back the sell out remark from earlier. This, this is just so much worse. You think any of this-"
Price reaches over and knocks a crystal vase off of a shelf.
Left Jay Price: "-this shit means anything to those people? These things are just that, things. They have no real value, they're mere symbols of the society that we refuse to accept."
Jay Price: "So you're a hipster?"
Left Jay Price: "You think you could survive a fall from forty stories?"
Other Price shakes his head no as he eyes the balcony.
Left Jay Price: "We distance ourselves from the likes of people like, well like you, who stand on their pedestals thumbing their noses at everyone else. You think you became a success in this industry because you made a few bucks and had some power because you joined up with the likes of Pantheon. That's not becoming a success, that's just falling into a trend. It's the reason why I left the WCF to begin with. I was fed up with the fact that everyone suddenly felt the urge to join a stable. It became a status symbol, everyone just had to be with the coolest clique. Guys like me at the time who refused to buy into it were cast aside as nobodies while they busied themselves with their stable bickering."
Jay Price: "If you were so against what this place had become, why even come back?"
Left Jay Price: "We had a plan to bring the whole place down to it's knees."
Jay Price: "What? You were on your way to the asylum within a month of returning. What kind of plan could you possibly have had?"
Price's right hand shoots out and grabs hold of Other Price's collar.
Right Jay Price: "A DAMN GOOD ONE YOU SON OF A BITCH! THEN YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE HAD TO GO AND FUCK IT UP!"
Left Jay Price: "Relax. Look, right now is not the time for you to be asking questions. All you need to be worrying about is doing everything we ask of you."
Price's left hand pushes his right hand away and then points Other Price toward the couch. He takes a seat as Price sits in one of the two arm chairs across from him.
Jay Price: "You still haven't told me what you want me for."
Left Jay Price: "Despite what you've done to destroy my name, you're still an asset for me to use for the beginning. Namely, WAR."
Jay Price: "I don't know what you're thinking, but look at my shoulder. I'm freaking useless to you if you're thinking I'm going to be able to help you out there."
Left Jay Price: "I'm not blind, you idiot. No, you are going to help me figure out my pre-WAR strategy. I've been out of this place for over a year, I need to know about the forty one people I'm about to go up against."
Jay Price: "All of them?"
Right Jay Price: "ALL THE BITCHES THAT ARE GOING TO TASTE MY BOOT!"
Left Jay Price: "Yes, they're all going to taste your boot. Now relax and have another pill."
Price pulls an orange battle from his pocket and pops a small white pill into his mouth.
Jay Price: "What are those?"
Left Jay Price: "Just a little something our friends at the asylum gave us to keep calm."
Jay Price: "Do they work?"
Left Jay Price: "No, but don't tell him that."
Price tucks the bottle back into his pants pocket and then pulls a small, balled up piece of paper from his sweatshirt pocket before tossing it to Other Price.
Jay Price: "What's this?"
Left Jay Price: "The list."
Other Price uncrumples the piece of paper and looks over what's written down.
Jay Price: "Tek, Havok, Doc Henry, Lilith... you actually wrote out the names of everyone in the WAR Match? Wouldn't it have just been easier to pull it up on the internet on your phone?"
Left Jay Price: "Anyone ever tell you that you're fucking lazy? Quit talking like you were born after the year 2000 and let's do this."
Jay Price: "But most of these guys on this list are nobodies, they're not worth focusing on. You need to keep your mind on the big names you're going to face."
Right Jay Price: "JUST DO WHAT I FUCKING SAY ALREADY!"
Price's right hand shoots out and wraps around the throat of Other Price. His left hand tries to fight it off as the right hand drags Other Price to the ground.
Right Jay Price: "WHY IS THIS SO HARD?! YOU JUST HAVE TO DO WHAT WE SAY!"
Left Jay Price: "Get off of him you idiot! We need him!"
Right Jay Price: "WE NEED NO ONE!"
Other Price goes limp under the right hand of Price as his eyes flutter before closing. Price's hand releases itself from his throat and he pushes himself back up onto his chair.
Left Jay Price: "Great, now what the fuck are we supposed to do?"
Right Jay Price: "Just do it the way we used to do it. You said it yourself, we're all about doing it the way it's supposed to be done."
Left Jay Price: "Did you just say something without screaming?"
Right Jay Price: "NO! YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!"
Left Jay Price: "Maybe those pills do work after all."
Price scoops up the paper from the ground beside the unconscious body of Other Price.
Left Jay Price: "You see, just look at most of these names on this list. I don't know these fuckers. What the hell is a Lilith? Lionheart? The fuck, when did we travel back to 1990's Japan? This is why we needed him, you fucking idiot. He was the only person in this room who knows anything about these guys."
Voice: "Maybe I could help you out?"
Price spins his chair around to find Cameraman Bob hanging out by doorway leading to the kitchen.
Left Jay Price: "Bob? The fuck are you doing here?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well I had been working for him-"
Bob points to the unconscious Other Price lying on the floor.
Cameraman Bob: "-before you killed him."
Left Jay Price: "He's not dead, just a little sleepy."
Cameraman Bob: "What a shame, he'd turned into a real asshole as of late."
Left Jay Price: "So what, you left your job as a cameraman to take a job in this tower."
Cameraman Bob: "Eh, it's a long story, I try to relive it much. So uh, what exactly is the story with you two. I saw the whole Alien thing on TV Wednesday night but I had kind of chalked it up to the cocaine I split with Tank."
Right Jay Price: "OH SHIT! TANK'S STILL ALIVE!?"
Left Jay Price: "Shut up! The last thing we need is you two getting back together. Look, uh, you've been with this Jay for a while now, right?"
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah, ever since he moved into this tower. Why, what's up?"
Left Jay Price: "Well we had been counting on him to help us get ready for the WAR match this Sunday, but a certain someone decided to choke him out. So now we need someone who knows what the fuck has been going on since we left."
Cameraman Bob: "Well shit, even if he's unconscious I'm still getting paid, so what the hell."
Left Jay Price: "Good. Now look, I know most of these people-"
Price passes the paper off to Bob as he takes a seat on the couch where Other Price had been sitting.
Left Jay Price: "-but I've got no idea what they've been doing lately. And the other names on that list don't ring any bells. So I'm thinking we just go everyone on there and I can come up with something."
The scene pulls back as Bob and Price launch into a lengthy discussion of the WAR participants. Other Price begins to stir on the ground until Bob drops his feet onto the back of his head to use as a footrest. The scene fades out to black as Price is seen shaking his head in disbelief.
One Hour Later
The scene fades back in on a shot of Jay Price, head and face covered by the hood of his sweatshirt, seated on a metal folding chair in one of the sub-levels under the tower.
Cameraman Bob: "Are you sure you wouldn't rather do this up top? This place is-"
Left Jay Price: "Is perfect. All the extravagance and grandiose is too over the top for my style. Dark, cold and concrete is much more like it."
Cameraman Bob: "Hey, it's your show. You need me for anything else once I get this tripod set up."
Left Jay Price: "Nope, just make sure our guest is taken care of properly."
Cameraman Bob: "Got it. All right, we're good here."
The sounds of footsteps leaving the room followed by a door opening and closing can be heard as Price remains seated, eyes focused ahead on the camera.
Left Jay Price: "Well now, doesn't this just feel like old times. Me, sitting here, wondering what has happened to the company that I started my career in back in 2009. In 2012, when I told Seth Lerch that I was ripping up his contract offer and leaving this company, I told the world that the stable wars that were on the horizon were going to rip up his company and leave him with nothing. I told him point blank that it was going to be the company's blood on his hands when it was all said done. And what do you know? I end up going away for over a year and this company is passed from Lerch to Jonny Fly to Eric Price and now to Sarah Twilight. Stables ran this company for the better part of the year, putting only themselves and their best interests first. Just as I told Seth Lerch, he lost all control of his company the day he decided to wipe his hands of the growing issues in front of him and focus only on the dollar signs."
"Now look at what this company has been reduced to, a mere shell of what it used to be. Cycles of management, from Pantheon to Bravado to the current regime, choosing not to focus on anything but putting themselves on display to market their names. Profits have taken center stage from actual talent, leaving the roster full of bottom feeders and no talent hacks from around the world that couldn't cut it. Let me ask you, all of the cheap contracts that help save the company money and put dollars in the pockets of the powers at be, is it really worth it? When people realize that we're putting on nothing more than a B-Rated show with no big names they're going to flock to the other big promotions and leave us dwindling. And then what? A massive roster overhaul? Fire off everyone that you should have never signed on in the first place?"
"Seth Lerch may have had the least business sense of anyone running a wrestling company, but at least he has a sense for talent. Looking over just a few of the first names on this list of WAR participants I have here, I couldn't imagine the thought process behind signing any of them. Biohazard? A blast from the past, sure, but what has he offered anyone since, well since ever? He's a masked wrestler who can't get anyone to buy one of his replicas. His in-ring prowess consists of oozing, which makes him as interesting as a sore on hooker's vagina. And the only thing that he's done recently is form a team with Tyler Walker, who honestly is in the same boat as Biohazard. You're looking at a pair of nobodies getting precious air time that belongs to people who deserve it and doing nothing with it. Dark matches, pre-shows, house shows, internet shows, all things that are too good for these guys yet they get featured on Slam and at PPV's. What, are we so desperate for name recognition that we have to pad the WAR Match with fillers to make it a huge match? There was a time when this match and this PPV actually meant something, now it's become nothing more than a gimmick."
"And speaking of gimmicks, why, why, why, do people with names like "Mr. Jack Happy" and Havok and Lionheart, Cormack MacNeill and Tek all have jobs? If there were such a need for someone in a clown costume, why not shell out the cash to bring back Switches? Why try to bring in a bargain bin replacement with a stupid name to try and entertain the kiddies? Switches may have been a clown, but he had talent. More talent than damn near almost everyone employed with the WCF. But he's gone and now we get the pleasure of Jack Happy trying his best to be Switches but coming off as less threatening that Ronald McDonald. Havok? Oh my, such a terrifyingly generic name to go with such an infringing ensemble. Let me give you a little word of advice Junior, if you want to go the whole "I'm crazy and violent, so watch out" shtick, take some time to study how it's actually done and then realize that you don't have what it takes to pull it off convincingly. You're not Greenfever. You're not Jack Of Blades. You're not me. Honestly, right now you're less terrifying than Logan when he decided to dress up in a red wig and call himself Sarah Twilight. Cormack MacNeill? With your incomprehensible accent and your little Scotty kilt, you look like you time traveled to 2013 straight from the 80's era of wrestling. Oh, so you're a proud foreign wrestler? Woo-fucking-hoo, couldn't you find a way to switch it up a bit so you didn't look like every single foreign wrestler that ever walked through those doors. Hector Rodriguez, Anibal, the list of people doing the same exact thing as you goes on and on. What the fuck is it with people of this generation not wanting to try and be original? Lionheart? Does everyone remember when Coke decided to come out with "New Coke" and everyone thought "Hey, this isn't such a bad idea. Maybe it will be great!" but then once it arrived everyone was immediately disgusted and disappointed. That's you, Lionheart, or as I'll be calling you from now on, "New Tank". A watered down, less appealing, less entertaining, less interesting, less roided up version of Tank Reaper. Did Tank ever hold the World Title? No. Did Tank ever win WAR? No. But you know what Tank could do? Make people respect him. Make crowds love him. All he would have to do is snort a line of coke and bend a hooker over a barrel and people would cheer for him. You? Jesus christ, it's a fucking snore fest. "The biggest, baddest lion in the jungle"? You're a kitten playing in rush hour traffic, running back and forth afraid as can be because you know you're seconds away from being crushed. And Tek? You're that same little kitten that was running around playing in traffic, only you're too fucking retarded to realize you've already been crushed. You and your career are writhing in painful agony on the ground, but you've still got wide eyed kiddie dreams of success and fame. Tek I'd tell you that you were in serious need of a reality check but that shit passed you by months ago and is looking back at you in it's rear view mirror. The only thing left I can tell you is that the pedestal that you've built and set yourself upon is fragile and getting ready to topple so try your best to survive your downfall."
"Which of course brings me to the newest batch of "talent" in WCF, the "Better than the Tek's of the world, but is that really such a compliment?" group. Such illustrious talents as Ryan Rhodes, with his never say die spirit and will to always fight the good fight. Hey, that's great. What an attitude to have. Everyone loves the consummate underdog trying to rise up and make a name for himself while fighting for truth, justice and all of that other bullshit. The problem is we're at a time when being the underdog means you're going to constantly be begging for scraps from those of us willing to do absolutely anything it takes to get ahead. Look, trying to be the good guy doing the right thing is great, but you're going to be getting stepped on by everyone like me that couldn't give a shit about doing the right thing or how the crowd is reacting to you. And Johnny Towers? You might be the opposite of Rhodes with your anarchy and your extremist views, but when it comes to down to it I question whether you even have what it takes to rise up above the Rhodes' and Tek's of this industry. I look at you and I see nothing special, just a scrawny little punk with big hair and some tattoos. "Oh, you're an anarchist", who the fuck cares. You've got a militant mindset but absolutely nothing to back it up with so when you get into the ring you end up getting laid out by those of us that actually know what the fuck to do in the ring."
"Jayden Thunder, with his boasting of his glory days in this wrestling company and that wrestling company, Jason Xavier, with his scrappy attitude and his "resourcefulness" to overcome, Jon Michaels, with his overinflated ego and sense of deserving despite being unable to prove himself as being anything of worth, Eli The Kid, with his scrappy underdog mentality and Seifer Black Armstrong, the man on a mission for redemption that's only been able to continue down the same shitty road he was already on. Five different men, each one yet another example of this lazy generation's inability to come up with something new. Something different. For the love of god, give us something that we haven't already seen a thousand times before. The underdog mentality and the scrappy attitude? Congratulations, you're this generations D-Day. The only difference is I look at you and see nothing that shows that you're ever going to be able to reach the heights that he was able to reach. And, sorry to tell you, if you can't reach the levels that he did, you'll never be able to reach the levels that I have because D-Day was always left in my dust. The glory hound reliving his past? Yeah, I've heard that one about myself plenty of times. Only difference between you and I is the fact that all my accomplishments have taken place in WCF, the premier promotion in all of the World. Gloating about how you were the big shot of some little Indy wrestling company that no one has heard of doesn't mean jack shit around here. You want respect because ten years ago you were a blip on the radar? Fuck off. Do something here and then maybe you're name will carry an ounce of worth. Until then, you get the distinction of being the next Jason Kash. The one with the overinfladted ego and sense of worth despite doing jack shit? Well fuck, you're just another name coming through the door that we're all waiting to see disappear into the night because you couldn't hold your own. And the man on a mission to reclaim his glory? Hey, good luck with that. Don't let the door hit you in the ass when you give up because no one hear is going to lay down for the feel good story."
Price pauses as the door on the other side of the room is opened. Other Price shuffles into the room, sporting a nice bruise on his neck from where Price had been gripping with his right hand.
Left Jay Price: "You mind? I was kind of in the middle of something?"
Jay Price: "I thought you said you wanted me to help you with WAR?"
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, you got replaced by Cameraman Bob. Something tells me he did a hell of a lot better job than you would have."
Jay Price: "Fuck you. So if you don't need me anymore does that mean I can go?"
Left Jay Price: "Go? Go where? I'm not having another me running around out there. People are going to be asking to many questions as is after Wednesday night."
Jay Price: "So....so does that mean you're going to kill me?"
Left Jay Price: "Not yet. For now, if I were you, I'd stay quiet and out of the way as much as possible."
Jay Price: "But-"
Left Jay Price: "Shh. Now run along."
Jay Price: "But you-"
Right Jay Price: "HE SAID RUN ALONG!"
Frightened, Other Price turns and runs out of the room.
Left Jay Price: "I was wondering when you'd finally show back up. What took so long?"
Right Jay Price: "EAT A DICK YOU SELF MEDICATING BITCH!"
Left Jay Price: "You think you can keep quiet while I do this shit?"
Right Jay Price: "NOT A CHANCE FUCKFACE!"
Left Jay Price: "...of course not. I swear to god sometimes I wish I could reach into my head and pull you out of my mind so that I could kill you off once and for all."
Right Jay Price: "YOU DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS!"
Price's right hand suddenly wraps itself around his throat and he's knocked backward in his chair. His left hand grabs hold of his right wrist and he begins rolling around on the floor, trying to pull his hand from his throat. Finally he yanks it off, only to have it grab hold of the chair that he'd been sitting on.
Right Jay Price: "YOU WANNA FUCKING PLAY?! LET'S FUCKING PLAY!"
Price's right hand slams the chair into his face, busting his nose open. He raises his right arm to block the next shot but still takes one to the head. Shot after shot until finally the right arm goes limp along with the rest of Price. The scene slowly fades out as the camera pulls back on the shot of Price laid out on the concrete, blood slowly pouring from his nose and mouth.
