Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 16:07:19 GMT -5
September 28th, 2013
Jay Fucking Price's Fucking Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
11:00pm
Left Jay Price: "Well was that really worth it?"
The scene slowly fades in on Jay Price, still down in one of the sub-levels of the JFPF Tower. Price's face paint is smeared and mixed with dried blood from his early self inflicted chair shots to the face and his left eye is beginning to swell.
Left Jay Price: "Do you have any fucking clue how much time you wasted with your bullshit?"
Right Jay Price: "BULLSHIT?! DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR BIG MOUTH!"
Left Jay Price: "IT'S YOUR MOUTH TOO!"
Right Jay Price: "DON'T TRY TO USE YOUR HIPPIE LOGIC ON ME!"
Price's right hand once again wraps itself around his throat and throws him backward in his chair. His left hand and right hand fight each other as he rolls about on the cold concrete floor. The door to the room is heard opening and soon Cameraman Bob and Other Price are seen running into the shot to try and break up the quarrel.
Right Jay Price: "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU STUPID FUCKS!"
Left Jay Price: "I'm going to kill him!"
Cameraman Bob: "Will you two fucks knock it off already! What happened to focusing on WAR?"
Right Jay Price: "I'M WAGING A WAR RIGHT NOW!"
Left Jay Price: "You're going down worse than Paris!"
Right Jay Price: "EAT A DICK!"
Bob and Other Price are finally able to get hold of an arm and pull Price's hands off his throat. Dragging him across the floor they're able to pick him up and throw him in a chair.
Cameraman Bob: "Look, you two need to get your shit together for at least the next few days if you're going to have any shot at winning this match. Don't you want to hold the World Title again?"
Right Jay Price: "WHAT'S THE POINT? THIS PANSY ASS CAN'T PULL HIS WEIGHT ANYMORE!"
Left Jay Price: "It was your fucking shenanigans that lost us the belt!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU!"
Left Jay Price: "YOU!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU!"
Left Jay Price: "YOU!"
Cameraman Bob: "It was both of you! You couldn't pull it together and focus on holding onto the World Title so you dropped it the first time you had to defend it. Do you want to keep being known as "Mr. Sixteen Days" or do you want to finally do something about it?"
Jay Price: "These two ass hats couldn't pull it off no matter how much they focused. How they managed to pull it off against Fly is still a mystery."
Left Jay Price: "Who are you calling an ass hat? I don't recall you telling us about any World Titles while you were posing as us."
Right Jay Price: "YEAH! AT LEAST WE COULD PULL IT OFF!"
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah well you aren't going to be pulling anything except for your dick unless you two get it together. Now between the three-"
Right Jay Price: "FOUR! LEARN TO COUNT!"
Cameraman Bob: "All right, between the four of us I'm sure we can break this shit down and come up with a plan."
Jay Price: "The way I see it we only really have to focus on a few people, the "favorites" if you will. We let the rest of the field fight amongst themselves and wear each other out while we target the biggest threats."
Right Jay Price: "NO! WE TEAR OFF THE HEAD OF EVERY MAN WOMAN AND CHILD!"
Left Jay Price: "For once I have to agree with him. We focus on the big players and we're going to end up getting caught off guard by some no name. Do we really need that shit happening again?"
Cameraman Bob: "I'm with them. It's more work but it's the smarter approach. Besides, they've been in a WAR Match."
Jay Price: "I was there for Ultimate Showdown! You forget how I did there?"
Left Jay Price: "WAR is a whole other kind of beast."
Jay Price: "All right, fine, we do it your way. Where do we start?"
Left Jay Price: "We start going over everyone in the match, while you start on fixing us some drinks."
Jay Price: "When the fuck did I turn into the butler? He-"
Other Price points at Bob.
Jay Price: "-is the hired help around here."
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, well right now Bob is the asset and you're the expendable help. Now get the fuck upstairs and get to work."
Other Price starts to protest until Price's right hand bitch slaps him across the face. Other Price starts to fall to the ground, catches himself and bolts for the door as Bob and Price share a chuckle.
Cameraman Bob: "Just like old times."
Left Jay Price: "Let's hope."
Price reaches down beside his chair and picks up the crumpled list of names of WAR entrants from the ground.
Left Jay Price: "Is Adam Young really still with WCF?"
Cameraman Bob: "You think that's shocking? Adam Young and a couple of his teammates beat Jeff Purse and Polar Phantasm in a match to win the TV Title."
Left Jay Price: "...the fuck?"
Cameraman Bob: "That's what we all said. They actually managed to hold on to it for a few weeks afterward."
Left Jay Price: "Well what a fucking stain on the legacy of the TV Title. Creeping Death, PC Cradle, Jack Of Blades, Jay Price, Jonny Fly and....and Adam Young. Holy fuck. At least tell me there was some kind of stupid stipulation or something. Anything to make it not sound as bad as it does."
Cameraman Bob: "Wish I could, but it was a legit win."
Left Jay Price: "What are you going to tell me next? Doc Henry won the US Title? Roy Speede finally found a way to win the World Title?"
Cameraman Bob: "Nah, nothing that embarrassing. Doc's been toiling away in obscurity just as he has since Reb left his ass in the dust to move on to bigger things."
Left Jay Price: "Somewhere Marty Jannetty is saying "Thank god I'm not Doc Henry". Wait, he's still alive right?"
Cameraman Bob: "Pretty sure."
Left Jay Price: "Good. Now Doc, I don't know what to make of him. Is it blind luck that he still finds a way to win matches here and there? Or is it just the universe trying to find ways to fuck with everyone else in the world?"
Cameraman Bob: "Can't it be both?"
Left Jay Price: "It's got to be something. What about the Boudle?"
Cameraman Bob: "Speede? Honestly I don't know shit about what he's been up to as of late. He disappeared there for a good bit until he decided to show up on Wednesday."
Left Jay Price: "Well that's sad."
Cameraman Bob: "What? That he left?"
Left Jay Price: "No, that he came back. It's not like anybody was missing him. Look, the kid has shown a few flashes of talent here and there, but what has he done? He's the epitome of every loudmouth that has ever proclaimed himself to be the best there is yet has never found a way to win the big one. People mock the fact that I had a short World Title reign, yet at the end of the day, I still held the World Title. That ladder that people like Roy Speede so desperately try to climb, I've already been at the top. I've grabbed that brass ring, made it mine and then let it go. Dealing with the bullshit spewed by people like Roy Speede, who've consistently failed to get over that hump has become as taxing as trying to deal with the unestablished newcomers who want us to suck their cocks because they're "the next big thing".
Cameraman Bob: "What do you think he was doing while he was gone?"
Left Jay Price: "Probably looking for all that talent that he tries to tell people he has. Now what about some of these names on this list that I don't recognize. Denise D'Evil, Jordan Caliban, Matthew Robinson, Deuce Maximus, John Barber.... fuck there's a lot of new people around here."
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah, there was a surge of new recruits a while back."
Left Jay Price: "Well what can you tell me?"
Cameraman Bob: "Maximus, Caliban and Robinson have shown they can do something here and there but really it's nothing to get too excited about. I remember Robinson starting out looking like he was going to be something but since then it's been up and down. Kind of reminds me of Speede in the early days of his career."
Left Jay Price: "Great, just what we need."
Cameraman Bob: "Maximus and Caliban have shown less than Robinson since they arrived but I'd still give them more credit than I would Doc or Adam Young."
Left Jay Price: "That's not saying a whole lot."
Cameraman Bob: "But D'Evil and Barber, those are two of those "surprises" that you mentioned wanting to look out for. You're looking at a former Hardcore Champion and Television Champion, respectively."
Left Jay Price: "We had a woman Hardcore Champion?"
Cameraman Bob: "Yep, she knocked off Oblivion."
Left Jay Price: "The fuck? How far has Oblivion fallen since I left?"
Cameraman Bob: "Quite a bit, actually."
Left Jay Price: "Jesus christ. And Barber?"
Cameraman Bob: "Came up from the developmental promotion run by Gravedigger, has shown a ton of progress and won the Television Title off of Young and his buddies a few weeks back."
Left Jay Price: "Beating AY isn't exactly a feather you want to put in your cap."
Cameraman Bob: "True, but like you said, you have to watch out for the wild cards."
Left Jay Price: "Well looking at this list, who else do you put in that category?"
Cameraman Bob: "Doc Henry...
Left Jay Price: "I thought he fell off?"
Cameraman Bob: "Still want to keep an eye on him. Now then...Oblivion, Night Rider, Lilith, Steeltoe Joe, Benjamin Atreyu, Jonathan Jakobs...
Right Jay Price: "FUCK BOB! WE ONLY WANTED A FEW NAMES!"
Cameraman Bob: "Look, you want my help or not?"
Left Jay Price: "Shut up and listen to Bob. I'm not having you go wild and screwing us out of the World Title again."
Right Jay Price: "I DI-"
Left Jay Price: "One second Bob."
Price pulls a small orange pill bottle out of his pocket, pops open the top and dumps a couple of pills into his mouth.
Cameraman Bob: "Whoa! Are you supposed to take that many at once?"
Left Jay Price: "You want the rest of this discussion to go on without interruption?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well it would be nice, but-"
Left Jay Price: "Then don't worry about the pills. Now Oblivion, you told me hasn't been the same lately. What do you mean?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well he's still the unstable, whack job that you remember, it's just that he isn't as uh, I don't know, frightening as he used to be?"
Left Jay Price: "He wasn't frightening to begin with."
Cameraman Bob: "Well I couldn't think of a better word. Back in the day people used to actually worry about what he was capable of. But now, after losing the Hardcore Title to D'Evil and joining up with a stable, it's like he fell off the map completely. It's the same deal with him as it is with Doc Henry, only a bit more depressing because Oblivion actually used to be something."
Left Jay Price: "What the fuck is it with people that I came into WCF with falling off? Greenfever disappeared completely from wrestling, Oblivion went from World Titles and Hardcore Titles to another name in the crowd, Doc went from...well he didn't go anywhere, he just stayed in the shadows. It's fucking depressing is what it is."
Cameraman Bob: "Well as far as Oblivion has fallen, I don't know how it compares to Logan."
Right Jay Price: "LOGAN! WHERE?! I'LL KILL THAT HOT DOG BOUDLE!"
Left Jay Price: "Really? Did you have to get him worked up?"
Cameraman Bob: "My bad, I forgot just how bad things are between you two."
Left Jay Price: "Bad? Is that really the best word for it? We want each other dead and you can only muster up "bad"?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well you think you're going to be able to hold it together when you see him?"
Left Jay Price: "Not a fucking chance. All bets are off the second he steps into that ring. I will personally see to it that his head ends up in the third row before I pin him. That son of a bitch will not get in my way as I try to win WAR."
Cameraman Bob: "I know this is a dumb question and you're going to freak out, but it needs asked. What the hell is it going to take for the two of you to put everything behind you and get over this feud? I mean, you two are brothers. Are you really going to end up fighting to the death just to move on?"
Left Jay Price: "First of all, the day that I call that man "brother" is the day that pigs fly over the frozen lakes of Hell. I give not one shit about the slut he calls our mother nor her accusations that we're related. I know the cow that gave birth to me and once he's dead I'll get the testing to prove we're not related. Secondly, yes, only his death will bring an end to the hatred between us. The history we have is too long and too complicated to end with a simple handshake and an apology."
Cameraman Bob: "I figured it was worth a shot."
Left Jay Price: "Well it wasn't. Now what about the other names you said? Night Rider?"
Cameraman Bob: "He was around before you left, just with a different name. I wish for the life of me I could remember it, but he's still just one of those guys in the middle of the pack, kind of floating back and forth. For a while there he latched onto Oblivion in their little stable and got his name out there, but since they broke things off he's been just a filler type, wrestling anybody not doing anything worth doing."
Left Jay Price: "Such is the fate of the team dynamic. You always end up with those nobodies that get their fifteen minutes and then fall on their face once the people that were carrying them on their back decide to dump them. Not to keep dumping on Doc Henry, but look at what happened after the New Confederacy split up. Everyone thought Reb and Doc where unstoppable, then Reb went on to success while Doc, well you know that story."
Cameraman Bob: "Atreyu and Jakobs are two more I'd say share the same potential as a John Barber in this match. They're middle of the pack kind of guys that have proven time in and time out that they can surprise anyone, Jakobs probably more of the two."
Left Jay Price: "I know the name Jakobs. He was around once before, I've seen what he can do in the ring. Same with Benji. Neither of them is going to have what it takes to win WAR but they might just prove to be a thorn in my side. No matter though, I still have the answer to anything anyone can throw at me."
Cameraman Bob: "You don't mean him, do you? You can't trust him, you know that."
Left Jay Price: "I don't need to trust him, I know how to keep him in line."
Cameraman Bob: "Medicating yourself during WAR isn't going to be a viable option. Look, I know you want to win this match, but he's not going to be an option. It's just too much of a risk."
Left Jay Price: "It's my risk to take. Now move on."
Cameraman Bob: "All right, Joe and Lilith. Lilith...I don't know if calling her a wild card is accurate. She's a whole other type of psycho."
Left Jay Price: "Like what? Greenfever? Oblivion? You have to remember I've seen a lot of crazy shit."
Cameraman Bob: "Different kind of psycho. She runs around with teddy bears that she's named after other wrestlers, playing with them like they were her friends. She consistently threatens to eat the hearts and drink the blood of people. She-"
Left Jay Price: "She sounds like a nobody. You call her a psycho and make her sound like somthing, then you just go on to talk about the bullshit she says and does. You want to scare me? Tell me she was a World Champion her first month in WCF? Tell me she pinned Bobby Cairo or Jonny Fly in her debut? Tell me that she actually did something that would make me think that she was a somebody."
Cameraman Bob: "She was television Champion for a week."
Left Jay Price: "Oh no, that's a total game changer. Mother of god, I now fear the all mighty Lilith. I fear her so much."
Cameraman Bob: "Okay, I get it, I over sold her."
Left Jay Price: "Over sold her? Bob, telling me Roy Speede is a Hall Of Fame talent is overselling. Calling Lilith a psycho that I need to worry about is just a straight lie. So she likes teddy bears and playing dress up, that's not something for me to worry about. If she tries to go vampire on me in the ring I'll let our friend introduce her to his boot. Maybe knocking her ass the fuck out will connect some of the wires in her brain."
Cameraman Bob: "That's one hell of a task, Jay. This one is way out there. She makes Oblivion and 'Fever seem sane."
Left Jay Price: "Not. A. Threat."
Cameraman Bob: "Be it as it may, and I absolutely mean this, now we're about to get into the ones that you are going to have some trouble with."
Left Jay Price: "Bring it on, dickwad."
Cameraman Bob: "Waylon Cash..."
Left Jay Price: "Also known as the guy who did a worse job as World Champion than yours truly."
Cameraman Bob: "...and John Gable. Look, discredit Waylon for his-"
Left Jay Price: "Oh, no, I'm not just going to discredit Waylon for that. Oh god no, then I'd just be being repeating the same bullshit that people say to me. Waylon, however short his reign was, is just like me in the fact that he reached that top of the ladder while the majority of the people that talk shit on him haven't. Where the two of us differ is when you factor in everything else that I've been able to do. Waylon's biggest claim to fame was his World Title reign while I've done just about everything outside of winning WAR. There are people in this company that have been here almost as long as I have still striving to win a World Title, or win the Triple Crown or Grand Slam, while I'm sitting here planning out how long it's going to take me to win my second Grand Slam. Fuck Bob, even if I don't get that far, I'm already locked into a place in the Hall Of Fame whether I continue on or retire tomorrow after WAR. People all around me are either trying to reach the pinnacle of their career or they're the washed up veterans like Logan or Gravedigger or Cairo trying to reclaim their old glory. Me? I reached my pinnacle and am still at the top of my game with not a single sign of slowing down. And when the day comes that I decide once and for all to walk away from the ring, I'm not going to come back in some failed, pathetic attempt to relive my youth. I'm going to stay away for good and keep my pride. Now who was the other one?"
Cameraman Bob: "John Gable."
Left Jay Price: "Name doesn't ring any bells."
Cameraman Bob: "Serious up and comer, just waiting to break through and move up."
Left Jay Price: "And what exactly makes him any different from any of the other up and comers trying to move up?"
Cameraman Bob: "Talent. Look, he's good. In my opinion he got tied down when he formed S-Pac with Cash and Valentine."
Left Jay Price: "What the fuck is a S-Pac? Sounds like a vagina disease."
Cameraman Bob: "They're a stable that formed up when Eric was running the company. They busted up a bunch of shit a few times, beat a couple of guys down. You know the drill with those types of teams."
Left Jay Price: "All too well. It's almost as big of a cliche as masked men invading the company."
Cameraman Bob: "Exactly. Gable is obviously the one with the most talent and the one being hurt the most by being tied down with the other two. If it weren't for them he'd already have moved up to better things by now."
Left Jay Price: "Well the fact that he couldn't see that just goes to prove that he isn't the force to be reckoned with that you're making him out to be."
Cameraman Bob: "Excuse me, but I seem to recall you being a part of stables at one point."
Left Jay Price: "I was running with World Champions and Hall Of Famers in the T.o.T and This_Is_WAR, not the kind of people he's chosen to associate with. And then when it became obvious that shit wasn't getting me anywhere, I was smart enough to get out of it. When is Gable going to do the same? When is he going to wise up and move on to the things you say he's capable of? Because he isn't going to be shit until then."
Cameraman Bob: "I think you're wrong, but I know arguing with you two is pointless."
Left Jay Price: "Dear god, is Cameraman Bob actually starting to learn? Someone alert the presses, a miracle has been performed!"
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you."
Left Jay Price: "Move on."
Cameraman Bob: "Steve Orbit and FPV."
Left Jay Price: "FPV. Now that is a name I remember all too well. I still remember the day that I proclaimed that I would win the WCF Classic or retire."
Cameraman Bob: "And you did neither."
Left Jay Price: "So I lied, sue me. I made the cardinal mistake of underestimating FPV back then because he was just another rookie trying to cut his teeth and he made me pay for it. One of the few guys that I still have any respect for in this business because of how much work he's done to make a name for himself. Tell me he's continued to do big things."
Cameraman Bob: "If I lie, will you get pissed?"
Left Jay Price: "Oh come on, Franky too?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well he beat you...or at least the clone you...to win the US Title."
Left Jay Price: "Wait, I was United States Champion?"
Cameraman Bob: "Twice actually. You finally got the title match against Slane after months of waiting and you beat him. Then Frank ended up beating you for it in a Clockwork Orange Match."
Right Jay Price: "THAT SON OF A BITCH LOST IN MY MATCH!? I'LL KILL HIM!"
Cameraman Bob: "You ended up winning back the US Title from Eric Price later on at Ultimate Showdown before losing it back to him in the match that busted up your, I mean his, shoulder."
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, that part I've heard. Back to Frank."
Cameraman Bob: "Other than that there was a pair of reigns as People's Champion and the time you two spent together in Cryogenix."
Left Jay Price: "Ah, yeah, that other fucking stable that ass hat posing as me signed on with. Fucking A, are you telling me Franky got sucked in to the stable shit?"
Cameraman Bob: "Unfortunately yes. Genesis disbanded and he and Steve Orbit signed on with Phantasm to be part of Cryo."
Left Jay Price: "God damn it."
Cameraman Bob: "And since then he hasn't done much of anything really, just sort of being around like any other person."
Left Jay Price: "That may be, but you never quite know what you're going to get with Frank. Just when he looks like he's down and out he'll fuck up your day in a match like WAR."
Cameraman Bob: "If I might ask, is the idea of trying to work with him out of the question?"
Left Jay Price: "WAR is not for teams, stables or anything except individuals. As strong as Bravado or S-PAC or any other groups may think they are, the power that is the World Title and the prestige of winning WAR will always be stronger."
Cameraman Bob: "But surely having someone watch your back-"
Left Jay Price: "I watch my own back."
Cameraman Bob: "Have it your way. Moving on to Steve Orbit. He was the one that ended the World Title reign of Sarah Twilight earlier this year. Before that he was US Champion and, well I already told you about his part in Cryogenix."
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, Orbit is definitely going to be someone I don't want to sleep on, but part of me wonders just how much of a threat he is to me. The guy has talent out the ass but it always seems like he's going up and down, peaking at just the right time and then falling back down when the heat is turned up under him. The day that he can actually stay consistent, stay up at the top for longer than a month or so at a time, he's going to be a mother fucker that nobody wants to face. But until then, fuck, he's another name on a list."
Cameraman Bob: "I don't even know why I'm going to ask, but uh, Gravedigger?"
Right Jay Price: "I'LL MUR-"
Left Jay Price: "Shut up! Gravedigger is, and always will be, the one person that I want to end just as much as Logan. Sometimes, I look at the both of them and I see them as being one in the same. Both were here in the WCF when it opened it's doors and both, at one time or another, were the best it had to offer. And now, both are constantly looking up because they have fallen so fucking hard that they've yet to shake off the rust and make something of themselves. Logan has been down on his ass forever it seems, but Digger, the mother fucker starts to rise up in baby steps and then either disappears or makes a failed attempt to take over and ends up on his ass. We're talking about a man who still believes this is 2004 or 2005 and that he is still the best that anyone has ever seen, despite being knocked down more than a Jets quarterback."
Cameraman Bob: "Hey! I like the Jets!"
Left Jay Price: "Of course you do Bob. Look, I don't know if he's simply delusional or if he's just that blind to the fact that he isn't even half of what he once was, but Gravedigger isn't the threat that he or most people still think he is. He's a broken down, washed up veteran with a tired old "I'm great because I'm a legend" mindset. At this point, he's become as bad as Torture when he makes his little one off appearances to try and drum up some attention for himself."
Cameraman Bob: "Well then you're going to love this next name. Odin Balfore."
Left Jay Price: "Is he still running around trying to play the "I was the biggest, baddest mother fucker when I joined WCF" card?"
Cameraman Bob: "Indeed."
Left Jay Price: "Then I'll tell you the same thing I've told people every other time they asked me about him: "Who the fuck cares?". Odin Balfore was, and I emphasize was, a big deal a while back and then guys like Jonny Fly ended up passing him by and he fell back. Every so often you'll see Odin make a bit of noise but then he always reverts back to his same old bullshit, trying to convince anyone that will hear him that he's still the monster that he was back then. Te fact is Odin got lucky during a time when the guy with the most luck could be a winner. When the time came for people with real talent to step up, they did, and he faded. Now all that's left is an aging wrestler that wants the respect that's reserved for Legends and Hall Of Famers despite being nothing more than a has been."
Cameraman Bob: "Here's a name I know you know well...Bobby Cairo."
Left Jay Price: "Fuck Bobby Cairo. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I have lost every bit of respect I ever had for Cairo for the things that I've seen him do. The man was my idol when I joined the WCF and one of the few people to show me an ounce of respect as I worked my way up my rookie year. And now? Not only has he squandered away every bit of his legacy away with cheap bullshit like working with Bravado, but he's turned his back on me. A guy that I actually once believed in and considered a friend has become a corporate bitch and piece of shit that deserves kicked in the face. Repeatedly. Move on."
Cameraman Bob: "Eric Price, Jonny Fly, Sarah Twilight and Nathan von Liebert.
Left Jay Price: "I've beaten Jonny Fly, I've beaten Eric Price and, in my eyes, von Liebert is nothing more than a paper champion that has had a longer reign than I had simply because he hasn't had to defend the belt yet. When I beat Fly, I had to turn around and put it right back up against him and Sarah Twilight, I didn't get to bide my time and walk around with the belt like some faux champion. As for Fly and Eric, I know what I'm getting into going up against them. The only one in that group that is going to have me focused on them is Twilight, mostly because I can never seem to get a read on her. She's good, then she's bad. She's conniving and methodical. She's subtle, yet vicious. She's a fascinating little package, that Twilight. Lucky for me she's going to have her hands full being one of the early entrants and her squabbling with Eric, so they may end up taking each other out."
Cameraman Bob: "One could only hope so."
Left Jay Price: "So, if I'm not mistaken, that only leaves one name on that list."
Cameraman Bob: "The mysterious Masked Man. Any guesses who it's going to be?"
Left Jay Price: "I've got a few. Not one of them is going to be somebody I'm particularly fond of having to face either."
Cameraman Bob: "You don't think it's him?"
Left Jay Price: "Torture? I'd never put it past him to try and make another comeback, he's obviously due for another attempt at getting his name out there. I've never seen someone so intent on keeping relevant despite being adament about not wanting to be an active wrestler. But something tells me he's biding his time until the Hall Of Fame and One. WAR is a big stage but someone with such a massive ego is going to want the biggest stage there is to show off. That only really leaves one name that has me a bit interested, but it's probably a long shot."
Cameraman Bob: "Slickie? But he's been retired for years."
Left Jay Price: "Like I said, it's a long shot. But by god, part of me wants it to be "Lake Of Fire" that hits the speakers when the last man comes out. To win WAR and pin Slickie in the process, oh there isn't a sweeter moment that I could imagine."
Cameraman Bob: "You do realize that all odds are it's going to be just a random guy with a grudge. After all, this Masked Man has been going on for months with his "mission". For all we know it could simply be a guy like Stuart Slane or Morientes, just looking to make a comeback."
Left Jay Price: "And they will fail, just like the Masked Man always fails. It's etched in history Bob. The day you decide to slip on a ski mask and declare that you're going to change things through your "plans", you've already failed."
Bob crumples up the sheet of paper in his hands and tosses it off to the side as Price pulls down his hood and runs his hands over his head.
Cameraman Bob: "Have you thought about what you're plan is if you don't win?"
Left Jay Price: "You never plan to lose Bob. The second you lose faith in yourself, you've already lost."
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah, but come on. With the odds as lopsided as they are, you have to have an option B?"
Left Jay Price: "Well, then I suppose I'll just have to fuck shit up."
And with that the scene slowly pulls back until it fades to black.
Jay Fucking Price's Fucking Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
11:00pm
Left Jay Price: "Well was that really worth it?"
The scene slowly fades in on Jay Price, still down in one of the sub-levels of the JFPF Tower. Price's face paint is smeared and mixed with dried blood from his early self inflicted chair shots to the face and his left eye is beginning to swell.
Left Jay Price: "Do you have any fucking clue how much time you wasted with your bullshit?"
Right Jay Price: "BULLSHIT?! DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR BIG MOUTH!"
Left Jay Price: "IT'S YOUR MOUTH TOO!"
Right Jay Price: "DON'T TRY TO USE YOUR HIPPIE LOGIC ON ME!"
Price's right hand once again wraps itself around his throat and throws him backward in his chair. His left hand and right hand fight each other as he rolls about on the cold concrete floor. The door to the room is heard opening and soon Cameraman Bob and Other Price are seen running into the shot to try and break up the quarrel.
Right Jay Price: "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU STUPID FUCKS!"
Left Jay Price: "I'm going to kill him!"
Cameraman Bob: "Will you two fucks knock it off already! What happened to focusing on WAR?"
Right Jay Price: "I'M WAGING A WAR RIGHT NOW!"
Left Jay Price: "You're going down worse than Paris!"
Right Jay Price: "EAT A DICK!"
Bob and Other Price are finally able to get hold of an arm and pull Price's hands off his throat. Dragging him across the floor they're able to pick him up and throw him in a chair.
Cameraman Bob: "Look, you two need to get your shit together for at least the next few days if you're going to have any shot at winning this match. Don't you want to hold the World Title again?"
Right Jay Price: "WHAT'S THE POINT? THIS PANSY ASS CAN'T PULL HIS WEIGHT ANYMORE!"
Left Jay Price: "It was your fucking shenanigans that lost us the belt!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU!"
Left Jay Price: "YOU!"
Right Jay Price: "YOU!"
Left Jay Price: "YOU!"
Cameraman Bob: "It was both of you! You couldn't pull it together and focus on holding onto the World Title so you dropped it the first time you had to defend it. Do you want to keep being known as "Mr. Sixteen Days" or do you want to finally do something about it?"
Jay Price: "These two ass hats couldn't pull it off no matter how much they focused. How they managed to pull it off against Fly is still a mystery."
Left Jay Price: "Who are you calling an ass hat? I don't recall you telling us about any World Titles while you were posing as us."
Right Jay Price: "YEAH! AT LEAST WE COULD PULL IT OFF!"
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah well you aren't going to be pulling anything except for your dick unless you two get it together. Now between the three-"
Right Jay Price: "FOUR! LEARN TO COUNT!"
Cameraman Bob: "All right, between the four of us I'm sure we can break this shit down and come up with a plan."
Jay Price: "The way I see it we only really have to focus on a few people, the "favorites" if you will. We let the rest of the field fight amongst themselves and wear each other out while we target the biggest threats."
Right Jay Price: "NO! WE TEAR OFF THE HEAD OF EVERY MAN WOMAN AND CHILD!"
Left Jay Price: "For once I have to agree with him. We focus on the big players and we're going to end up getting caught off guard by some no name. Do we really need that shit happening again?"
Cameraman Bob: "I'm with them. It's more work but it's the smarter approach. Besides, they've been in a WAR Match."
Jay Price: "I was there for Ultimate Showdown! You forget how I did there?"
Left Jay Price: "WAR is a whole other kind of beast."
Jay Price: "All right, fine, we do it your way. Where do we start?"
Left Jay Price: "We start going over everyone in the match, while you start on fixing us some drinks."
Jay Price: "When the fuck did I turn into the butler? He-"
Other Price points at Bob.
Jay Price: "-is the hired help around here."
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, well right now Bob is the asset and you're the expendable help. Now get the fuck upstairs and get to work."
Other Price starts to protest until Price's right hand bitch slaps him across the face. Other Price starts to fall to the ground, catches himself and bolts for the door as Bob and Price share a chuckle.
Cameraman Bob: "Just like old times."
Left Jay Price: "Let's hope."
Price reaches down beside his chair and picks up the crumpled list of names of WAR entrants from the ground.
Left Jay Price: "Is Adam Young really still with WCF?"
Cameraman Bob: "You think that's shocking? Adam Young and a couple of his teammates beat Jeff Purse and Polar Phantasm in a match to win the TV Title."
Left Jay Price: "...the fuck?"
Cameraman Bob: "That's what we all said. They actually managed to hold on to it for a few weeks afterward."
Left Jay Price: "Well what a fucking stain on the legacy of the TV Title. Creeping Death, PC Cradle, Jack Of Blades, Jay Price, Jonny Fly and....and Adam Young. Holy fuck. At least tell me there was some kind of stupid stipulation or something. Anything to make it not sound as bad as it does."
Cameraman Bob: "Wish I could, but it was a legit win."
Left Jay Price: "What are you going to tell me next? Doc Henry won the US Title? Roy Speede finally found a way to win the World Title?"
Cameraman Bob: "Nah, nothing that embarrassing. Doc's been toiling away in obscurity just as he has since Reb left his ass in the dust to move on to bigger things."
Left Jay Price: "Somewhere Marty Jannetty is saying "Thank god I'm not Doc Henry". Wait, he's still alive right?"
Cameraman Bob: "Pretty sure."
Left Jay Price: "Good. Now Doc, I don't know what to make of him. Is it blind luck that he still finds a way to win matches here and there? Or is it just the universe trying to find ways to fuck with everyone else in the world?"
Cameraman Bob: "Can't it be both?"
Left Jay Price: "It's got to be something. What about the Boudle?"
Cameraman Bob: "Speede? Honestly I don't know shit about what he's been up to as of late. He disappeared there for a good bit until he decided to show up on Wednesday."
Left Jay Price: "Well that's sad."
Cameraman Bob: "What? That he left?"
Left Jay Price: "No, that he came back. It's not like anybody was missing him. Look, the kid has shown a few flashes of talent here and there, but what has he done? He's the epitome of every loudmouth that has ever proclaimed himself to be the best there is yet has never found a way to win the big one. People mock the fact that I had a short World Title reign, yet at the end of the day, I still held the World Title. That ladder that people like Roy Speede so desperately try to climb, I've already been at the top. I've grabbed that brass ring, made it mine and then let it go. Dealing with the bullshit spewed by people like Roy Speede, who've consistently failed to get over that hump has become as taxing as trying to deal with the unestablished newcomers who want us to suck their cocks because they're "the next big thing".
Cameraman Bob: "What do you think he was doing while he was gone?"
Left Jay Price: "Probably looking for all that talent that he tries to tell people he has. Now what about some of these names on this list that I don't recognize. Denise D'Evil, Jordan Caliban, Matthew Robinson, Deuce Maximus, John Barber.... fuck there's a lot of new people around here."
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah, there was a surge of new recruits a while back."
Left Jay Price: "Well what can you tell me?"
Cameraman Bob: "Maximus, Caliban and Robinson have shown they can do something here and there but really it's nothing to get too excited about. I remember Robinson starting out looking like he was going to be something but since then it's been up and down. Kind of reminds me of Speede in the early days of his career."
Left Jay Price: "Great, just what we need."
Cameraman Bob: "Maximus and Caliban have shown less than Robinson since they arrived but I'd still give them more credit than I would Doc or Adam Young."
Left Jay Price: "That's not saying a whole lot."
Cameraman Bob: "But D'Evil and Barber, those are two of those "surprises" that you mentioned wanting to look out for. You're looking at a former Hardcore Champion and Television Champion, respectively."
Left Jay Price: "We had a woman Hardcore Champion?"
Cameraman Bob: "Yep, she knocked off Oblivion."
Left Jay Price: "The fuck? How far has Oblivion fallen since I left?"
Cameraman Bob: "Quite a bit, actually."
Left Jay Price: "Jesus christ. And Barber?"
Cameraman Bob: "Came up from the developmental promotion run by Gravedigger, has shown a ton of progress and won the Television Title off of Young and his buddies a few weeks back."
Left Jay Price: "Beating AY isn't exactly a feather you want to put in your cap."
Cameraman Bob: "True, but like you said, you have to watch out for the wild cards."
Left Jay Price: "Well looking at this list, who else do you put in that category?"
Cameraman Bob: "Doc Henry...
Left Jay Price: "I thought he fell off?"
Cameraman Bob: "Still want to keep an eye on him. Now then...Oblivion, Night Rider, Lilith, Steeltoe Joe, Benjamin Atreyu, Jonathan Jakobs...
Right Jay Price: "FUCK BOB! WE ONLY WANTED A FEW NAMES!"
Cameraman Bob: "Look, you want my help or not?"
Left Jay Price: "Shut up and listen to Bob. I'm not having you go wild and screwing us out of the World Title again."
Right Jay Price: "I DI-"
Left Jay Price: "One second Bob."
Price pulls a small orange pill bottle out of his pocket, pops open the top and dumps a couple of pills into his mouth.
Cameraman Bob: "Whoa! Are you supposed to take that many at once?"
Left Jay Price: "You want the rest of this discussion to go on without interruption?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well it would be nice, but-"
Left Jay Price: "Then don't worry about the pills. Now Oblivion, you told me hasn't been the same lately. What do you mean?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well he's still the unstable, whack job that you remember, it's just that he isn't as uh, I don't know, frightening as he used to be?"
Left Jay Price: "He wasn't frightening to begin with."
Cameraman Bob: "Well I couldn't think of a better word. Back in the day people used to actually worry about what he was capable of. But now, after losing the Hardcore Title to D'Evil and joining up with a stable, it's like he fell off the map completely. It's the same deal with him as it is with Doc Henry, only a bit more depressing because Oblivion actually used to be something."
Left Jay Price: "What the fuck is it with people that I came into WCF with falling off? Greenfever disappeared completely from wrestling, Oblivion went from World Titles and Hardcore Titles to another name in the crowd, Doc went from...well he didn't go anywhere, he just stayed in the shadows. It's fucking depressing is what it is."
Cameraman Bob: "Well as far as Oblivion has fallen, I don't know how it compares to Logan."
Right Jay Price: "LOGAN! WHERE?! I'LL KILL THAT HOT DOG BOUDLE!"
Left Jay Price: "Really? Did you have to get him worked up?"
Cameraman Bob: "My bad, I forgot just how bad things are between you two."
Left Jay Price: "Bad? Is that really the best word for it? We want each other dead and you can only muster up "bad"?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well you think you're going to be able to hold it together when you see him?"
Left Jay Price: "Not a fucking chance. All bets are off the second he steps into that ring. I will personally see to it that his head ends up in the third row before I pin him. That son of a bitch will not get in my way as I try to win WAR."
Cameraman Bob: "I know this is a dumb question and you're going to freak out, but it needs asked. What the hell is it going to take for the two of you to put everything behind you and get over this feud? I mean, you two are brothers. Are you really going to end up fighting to the death just to move on?"
Left Jay Price: "First of all, the day that I call that man "brother" is the day that pigs fly over the frozen lakes of Hell. I give not one shit about the slut he calls our mother nor her accusations that we're related. I know the cow that gave birth to me and once he's dead I'll get the testing to prove we're not related. Secondly, yes, only his death will bring an end to the hatred between us. The history we have is too long and too complicated to end with a simple handshake and an apology."
Cameraman Bob: "I figured it was worth a shot."
Left Jay Price: "Well it wasn't. Now what about the other names you said? Night Rider?"
Cameraman Bob: "He was around before you left, just with a different name. I wish for the life of me I could remember it, but he's still just one of those guys in the middle of the pack, kind of floating back and forth. For a while there he latched onto Oblivion in their little stable and got his name out there, but since they broke things off he's been just a filler type, wrestling anybody not doing anything worth doing."
Left Jay Price: "Such is the fate of the team dynamic. You always end up with those nobodies that get their fifteen minutes and then fall on their face once the people that were carrying them on their back decide to dump them. Not to keep dumping on Doc Henry, but look at what happened after the New Confederacy split up. Everyone thought Reb and Doc where unstoppable, then Reb went on to success while Doc, well you know that story."
Cameraman Bob: "Atreyu and Jakobs are two more I'd say share the same potential as a John Barber in this match. They're middle of the pack kind of guys that have proven time in and time out that they can surprise anyone, Jakobs probably more of the two."
Left Jay Price: "I know the name Jakobs. He was around once before, I've seen what he can do in the ring. Same with Benji. Neither of them is going to have what it takes to win WAR but they might just prove to be a thorn in my side. No matter though, I still have the answer to anything anyone can throw at me."
Cameraman Bob: "You don't mean him, do you? You can't trust him, you know that."
Left Jay Price: "I don't need to trust him, I know how to keep him in line."
Cameraman Bob: "Medicating yourself during WAR isn't going to be a viable option. Look, I know you want to win this match, but he's not going to be an option. It's just too much of a risk."
Left Jay Price: "It's my risk to take. Now move on."
Cameraman Bob: "All right, Joe and Lilith. Lilith...I don't know if calling her a wild card is accurate. She's a whole other type of psycho."
Left Jay Price: "Like what? Greenfever? Oblivion? You have to remember I've seen a lot of crazy shit."
Cameraman Bob: "Different kind of psycho. She runs around with teddy bears that she's named after other wrestlers, playing with them like they were her friends. She consistently threatens to eat the hearts and drink the blood of people. She-"
Left Jay Price: "She sounds like a nobody. You call her a psycho and make her sound like somthing, then you just go on to talk about the bullshit she says and does. You want to scare me? Tell me she was a World Champion her first month in WCF? Tell me she pinned Bobby Cairo or Jonny Fly in her debut? Tell me that she actually did something that would make me think that she was a somebody."
Cameraman Bob: "She was television Champion for a week."
Left Jay Price: "Oh no, that's a total game changer. Mother of god, I now fear the all mighty Lilith. I fear her so much."
Cameraman Bob: "Okay, I get it, I over sold her."
Left Jay Price: "Over sold her? Bob, telling me Roy Speede is a Hall Of Fame talent is overselling. Calling Lilith a psycho that I need to worry about is just a straight lie. So she likes teddy bears and playing dress up, that's not something for me to worry about. If she tries to go vampire on me in the ring I'll let our friend introduce her to his boot. Maybe knocking her ass the fuck out will connect some of the wires in her brain."
Cameraman Bob: "That's one hell of a task, Jay. This one is way out there. She makes Oblivion and 'Fever seem sane."
Left Jay Price: "Not. A. Threat."
Cameraman Bob: "Be it as it may, and I absolutely mean this, now we're about to get into the ones that you are going to have some trouble with."
Left Jay Price: "Bring it on, dickwad."
Cameraman Bob: "Waylon Cash..."
Left Jay Price: "Also known as the guy who did a worse job as World Champion than yours truly."
Cameraman Bob: "...and John Gable. Look, discredit Waylon for his-"
Left Jay Price: "Oh, no, I'm not just going to discredit Waylon for that. Oh god no, then I'd just be being repeating the same bullshit that people say to me. Waylon, however short his reign was, is just like me in the fact that he reached that top of the ladder while the majority of the people that talk shit on him haven't. Where the two of us differ is when you factor in everything else that I've been able to do. Waylon's biggest claim to fame was his World Title reign while I've done just about everything outside of winning WAR. There are people in this company that have been here almost as long as I have still striving to win a World Title, or win the Triple Crown or Grand Slam, while I'm sitting here planning out how long it's going to take me to win my second Grand Slam. Fuck Bob, even if I don't get that far, I'm already locked into a place in the Hall Of Fame whether I continue on or retire tomorrow after WAR. People all around me are either trying to reach the pinnacle of their career or they're the washed up veterans like Logan or Gravedigger or Cairo trying to reclaim their old glory. Me? I reached my pinnacle and am still at the top of my game with not a single sign of slowing down. And when the day comes that I decide once and for all to walk away from the ring, I'm not going to come back in some failed, pathetic attempt to relive my youth. I'm going to stay away for good and keep my pride. Now who was the other one?"
Cameraman Bob: "John Gable."
Left Jay Price: "Name doesn't ring any bells."
Cameraman Bob: "Serious up and comer, just waiting to break through and move up."
Left Jay Price: "And what exactly makes him any different from any of the other up and comers trying to move up?"
Cameraman Bob: "Talent. Look, he's good. In my opinion he got tied down when he formed S-Pac with Cash and Valentine."
Left Jay Price: "What the fuck is a S-Pac? Sounds like a vagina disease."
Cameraman Bob: "They're a stable that formed up when Eric was running the company. They busted up a bunch of shit a few times, beat a couple of guys down. You know the drill with those types of teams."
Left Jay Price: "All too well. It's almost as big of a cliche as masked men invading the company."
Cameraman Bob: "Exactly. Gable is obviously the one with the most talent and the one being hurt the most by being tied down with the other two. If it weren't for them he'd already have moved up to better things by now."
Left Jay Price: "Well the fact that he couldn't see that just goes to prove that he isn't the force to be reckoned with that you're making him out to be."
Cameraman Bob: "Excuse me, but I seem to recall you being a part of stables at one point."
Left Jay Price: "I was running with World Champions and Hall Of Famers in the T.o.T and This_Is_WAR, not the kind of people he's chosen to associate with. And then when it became obvious that shit wasn't getting me anywhere, I was smart enough to get out of it. When is Gable going to do the same? When is he going to wise up and move on to the things you say he's capable of? Because he isn't going to be shit until then."
Cameraman Bob: "I think you're wrong, but I know arguing with you two is pointless."
Left Jay Price: "Dear god, is Cameraman Bob actually starting to learn? Someone alert the presses, a miracle has been performed!"
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you."
Left Jay Price: "Move on."
Cameraman Bob: "Steve Orbit and FPV."
Left Jay Price: "FPV. Now that is a name I remember all too well. I still remember the day that I proclaimed that I would win the WCF Classic or retire."
Cameraman Bob: "And you did neither."
Left Jay Price: "So I lied, sue me. I made the cardinal mistake of underestimating FPV back then because he was just another rookie trying to cut his teeth and he made me pay for it. One of the few guys that I still have any respect for in this business because of how much work he's done to make a name for himself. Tell me he's continued to do big things."
Cameraman Bob: "If I lie, will you get pissed?"
Left Jay Price: "Oh come on, Franky too?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well he beat you...or at least the clone you...to win the US Title."
Left Jay Price: "Wait, I was United States Champion?"
Cameraman Bob: "Twice actually. You finally got the title match against Slane after months of waiting and you beat him. Then Frank ended up beating you for it in a Clockwork Orange Match."
Right Jay Price: "THAT SON OF A BITCH LOST IN MY MATCH!? I'LL KILL HIM!"
Cameraman Bob: "You ended up winning back the US Title from Eric Price later on at Ultimate Showdown before losing it back to him in the match that busted up your, I mean his, shoulder."
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, that part I've heard. Back to Frank."
Cameraman Bob: "Other than that there was a pair of reigns as People's Champion and the time you two spent together in Cryogenix."
Left Jay Price: "Ah, yeah, that other fucking stable that ass hat posing as me signed on with. Fucking A, are you telling me Franky got sucked in to the stable shit?"
Cameraman Bob: "Unfortunately yes. Genesis disbanded and he and Steve Orbit signed on with Phantasm to be part of Cryo."
Left Jay Price: "God damn it."
Cameraman Bob: "And since then he hasn't done much of anything really, just sort of being around like any other person."
Left Jay Price: "That may be, but you never quite know what you're going to get with Frank. Just when he looks like he's down and out he'll fuck up your day in a match like WAR."
Cameraman Bob: "If I might ask, is the idea of trying to work with him out of the question?"
Left Jay Price: "WAR is not for teams, stables or anything except individuals. As strong as Bravado or S-PAC or any other groups may think they are, the power that is the World Title and the prestige of winning WAR will always be stronger."
Cameraman Bob: "But surely having someone watch your back-"
Left Jay Price: "I watch my own back."
Cameraman Bob: "Have it your way. Moving on to Steve Orbit. He was the one that ended the World Title reign of Sarah Twilight earlier this year. Before that he was US Champion and, well I already told you about his part in Cryogenix."
Left Jay Price: "Yeah, Orbit is definitely going to be someone I don't want to sleep on, but part of me wonders just how much of a threat he is to me. The guy has talent out the ass but it always seems like he's going up and down, peaking at just the right time and then falling back down when the heat is turned up under him. The day that he can actually stay consistent, stay up at the top for longer than a month or so at a time, he's going to be a mother fucker that nobody wants to face. But until then, fuck, he's another name on a list."
Cameraman Bob: "I don't even know why I'm going to ask, but uh, Gravedigger?"
Right Jay Price: "I'LL MUR-"
Left Jay Price: "Shut up! Gravedigger is, and always will be, the one person that I want to end just as much as Logan. Sometimes, I look at the both of them and I see them as being one in the same. Both were here in the WCF when it opened it's doors and both, at one time or another, were the best it had to offer. And now, both are constantly looking up because they have fallen so fucking hard that they've yet to shake off the rust and make something of themselves. Logan has been down on his ass forever it seems, but Digger, the mother fucker starts to rise up in baby steps and then either disappears or makes a failed attempt to take over and ends up on his ass. We're talking about a man who still believes this is 2004 or 2005 and that he is still the best that anyone has ever seen, despite being knocked down more than a Jets quarterback."
Cameraman Bob: "Hey! I like the Jets!"
Left Jay Price: "Of course you do Bob. Look, I don't know if he's simply delusional or if he's just that blind to the fact that he isn't even half of what he once was, but Gravedigger isn't the threat that he or most people still think he is. He's a broken down, washed up veteran with a tired old "I'm great because I'm a legend" mindset. At this point, he's become as bad as Torture when he makes his little one off appearances to try and drum up some attention for himself."
Cameraman Bob: "Well then you're going to love this next name. Odin Balfore."
Left Jay Price: "Is he still running around trying to play the "I was the biggest, baddest mother fucker when I joined WCF" card?"
Cameraman Bob: "Indeed."
Left Jay Price: "Then I'll tell you the same thing I've told people every other time they asked me about him: "Who the fuck cares?". Odin Balfore was, and I emphasize was, a big deal a while back and then guys like Jonny Fly ended up passing him by and he fell back. Every so often you'll see Odin make a bit of noise but then he always reverts back to his same old bullshit, trying to convince anyone that will hear him that he's still the monster that he was back then. Te fact is Odin got lucky during a time when the guy with the most luck could be a winner. When the time came for people with real talent to step up, they did, and he faded. Now all that's left is an aging wrestler that wants the respect that's reserved for Legends and Hall Of Famers despite being nothing more than a has been."
Cameraman Bob: "Here's a name I know you know well...Bobby Cairo."
Left Jay Price: "Fuck Bobby Cairo. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I have lost every bit of respect I ever had for Cairo for the things that I've seen him do. The man was my idol when I joined the WCF and one of the few people to show me an ounce of respect as I worked my way up my rookie year. And now? Not only has he squandered away every bit of his legacy away with cheap bullshit like working with Bravado, but he's turned his back on me. A guy that I actually once believed in and considered a friend has become a corporate bitch and piece of shit that deserves kicked in the face. Repeatedly. Move on."
Cameraman Bob: "Eric Price, Jonny Fly, Sarah Twilight and Nathan von Liebert.
Left Jay Price: "I've beaten Jonny Fly, I've beaten Eric Price and, in my eyes, von Liebert is nothing more than a paper champion that has had a longer reign than I had simply because he hasn't had to defend the belt yet. When I beat Fly, I had to turn around and put it right back up against him and Sarah Twilight, I didn't get to bide my time and walk around with the belt like some faux champion. As for Fly and Eric, I know what I'm getting into going up against them. The only one in that group that is going to have me focused on them is Twilight, mostly because I can never seem to get a read on her. She's good, then she's bad. She's conniving and methodical. She's subtle, yet vicious. She's a fascinating little package, that Twilight. Lucky for me she's going to have her hands full being one of the early entrants and her squabbling with Eric, so they may end up taking each other out."
Cameraman Bob: "One could only hope so."
Left Jay Price: "So, if I'm not mistaken, that only leaves one name on that list."
Cameraman Bob: "The mysterious Masked Man. Any guesses who it's going to be?"
Left Jay Price: "I've got a few. Not one of them is going to be somebody I'm particularly fond of having to face either."
Cameraman Bob: "You don't think it's him?"
Left Jay Price: "Torture? I'd never put it past him to try and make another comeback, he's obviously due for another attempt at getting his name out there. I've never seen someone so intent on keeping relevant despite being adament about not wanting to be an active wrestler. But something tells me he's biding his time until the Hall Of Fame and One. WAR is a big stage but someone with such a massive ego is going to want the biggest stage there is to show off. That only really leaves one name that has me a bit interested, but it's probably a long shot."
Cameraman Bob: "Slickie? But he's been retired for years."
Left Jay Price: "Like I said, it's a long shot. But by god, part of me wants it to be "Lake Of Fire" that hits the speakers when the last man comes out. To win WAR and pin Slickie in the process, oh there isn't a sweeter moment that I could imagine."
Cameraman Bob: "You do realize that all odds are it's going to be just a random guy with a grudge. After all, this Masked Man has been going on for months with his "mission". For all we know it could simply be a guy like Stuart Slane or Morientes, just looking to make a comeback."
Left Jay Price: "And they will fail, just like the Masked Man always fails. It's etched in history Bob. The day you decide to slip on a ski mask and declare that you're going to change things through your "plans", you've already failed."
Bob crumples up the sheet of paper in his hands and tosses it off to the side as Price pulls down his hood and runs his hands over his head.
Cameraman Bob: "Have you thought about what you're plan is if you don't win?"
Left Jay Price: "You never plan to lose Bob. The second you lose faith in yourself, you've already lost."
Cameraman Bob: "Yeah, but come on. With the odds as lopsided as they are, you have to have an option B?"
Left Jay Price: "Well, then I suppose I'll just have to fuck shit up."
And with that the scene slowly pulls back until it fades to black.
