Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 17:57:41 GMT -5
Ever feel as though the entire world looks down upon you? Many might feel that way, maybe when they're down in the dumps after a rough patch in their lives, but few can say they know it to be ac actuality. Hell, few might even be an exaggeration. But there is one. One person living on this little blue planet called Earth that walks the streets every day knowing that everyone around him looks down on him. They look at him and mutter little insults under their breath or whisper witty remarks to their comrades. The brave ones, the small minority that there may be, may even have the gall to speak up and utter their feeling. But whether they speak their minds or hide their feelings like cowards, he knows just by the gleam in their eyes that they think they're looking at a insignificant waste of space.
A "loser". A "failure". A "fraud". The ever growing list of names he's heard over the years could fill a book by this point. And perhaps they're right. Sure, just like any person that's ever lived, he's had his ups and downs. But come on, who hasn't had a bad day in their life? Hell, even Superman died and that mother fucker is thought to be indestructible. This guy? He's not indestructible, just look at the scars running up and down his neck. So if Superman is entitled to a bad day where he fails the Earth and it's inhabitants, can't one regular Joe have a bad day at work without people labeling him as a has-been?
No? Well fuck, then maybe people are right about him. Let's just go and discredit everything the guy has ever done just because he hasn't been perfect one hundred percent of the time. Knocked off hall of fame wrestlers? Doesn't matter, he lost that one match that one time. He was a World Champion? Doesn't matter, because sixteen days later he lost it back to the same guy he pinned to win the belt in the first place. You know, that guy that had been regarded as one of the top wrestlers in the company for some time period. He's held every belt in the history of the company he works for? Nope, we go right back to the fact that he lost that match that one time and and none of them matter. But what about all the wins? Those have to outweigh the losses, especially since their were so many more wins, right? Nope, they totally don't. In fact, rather than calling them wins, from this point forward we shall simply refer to them as "flukes" because there's no way such a loser could ever actually win something. Does that sound silly to anyone else? No? Good, because part of me was starting to think that maybe it was, but since so many of you feel that way then it must be true. This guy...this guy is a total fucking loser. Why does he even have a job? Why does he continue to be booked on Slam and on PPV's? Why is he allowed to hold title belts or even receive title shots to begin with?
I'm sorry folks, I really do feel for you, but I'm sure we can all find a way to make things work. I mean, if this sorry sack of shit can find a way to make things work for himself despite being so bad at everything, then surely we total successes can make things work even better. So let's for second just put our heads together and think. Well he's an alcoholic, that just jumps right off the page, so surely that means he's not capable of keeping things "together" for very long, right? I mean if a guy that's hammered almost constantly can win a World Title and hold it for a few weeks then just about anyone can do that. Right? No? You mean there's completely sober people in this business that can't win a World Title? What's that? You say there's sober people in this business that will never, ever win a World Title in their careers? Come now, that can't be true. And even if it were, I'm sure with this big match that's coming up being so important that everyone involved was a World Champion at one point, right? No? Oh now you're just being silly. You really expect me to believe...
Well I'll be, you're right. I hate to admit it, but you're right. The damn drunk loser actually has a leg up on some of those high class opponents of his. But surely that's it. There's just know way that this guy could have anything else over these other guys. What about all of those matches he's lost? You know, fuck the matches he's won, he's had to have just lost so many more matches than anyone else right? What? What do you mean the number isn't actually all that bad? What do you mean his win percentage is actually pretty high for someone that's been around for as long as he has? Are you telling me that this loser is actually a...a "winner" in some capacity? Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. Okay, but there's no way that he can compare to the rest of the competition right? I mean, if he's a "winner" then everyone else around him must be super winners or something. No? Well fuck. You know I'm slowly starting to think that just maybe this guy- Wait!
Wait just a minute, I had a thought. You know a clear cut sign of a loser is that, usually, at some point he ends up being someone's bitch. You know, like you work in an office building and there's always that one guy that everyone kind of trashes on and the bosses like to dump all kinds of extra work on. Yeah, well this guy, I bet he's just been someone's bitch at some point right? Like, you know, maybe during his time with all of those different stables. There was Team Of Torture, then This_Is_WAR, then Pantheon and then Cryogenix. All of those stables over the years means that at some point he was being led by someone and I just bet this loser was the bitch of the group. Right? No? Fuck! God damn it, you know you're killing me right? Are you trying to tell me that this guy was actually an integral part of some massively successful stables? And that there are people right now, more important people at that, that are running stables whilst being the company bitch? Jesus Christ. Well what the fuck else do know about the guy that makes him a loser?
He loses in big matches? Well yeah, I mean I suppose you could look back as recently as the loss to Torture at One last year and see he lost a big match, but I mean how many people can you name off the top of your head that have actually beaten Torture? It'd be easier to count the number of stars in the nighttime sky or the number of people in the world that haven't been jumped from behind by a gang of cowards. His battle with prescription pill abuse? Well we already dismissed his alcohol abuse as being a hindrance, so bringing that up would just be like beating a dead horse. And you know, I'm not about beating a dead horse. Some people, yeah, that's about all they can do, but not I. Short title reigns? Well fuck, if we're going to bash everyone that's ever had a short title reign in their career, then how about we just run down everyone that has never held a title. In fact, let's do that. This loser, right, he held the World Title for sixteen days. So let's go ahead and trash him nonstop about that, right after we bash everyone that has never held a World Title. Sound fair? No? Well fuck, I'm going to do it anyway since I'm a fair guy and all.
Lilith, Tek, Adam Young, Ana Valentine, Jonathan Jakobs, Doc Henry, Roy Speede, Vengeance, Morientes, Benjamin Atreyu, Justin Turner, Stuart Slane, Denise D'evil, Kira Sakazaki, Steeltoe Joe, John Gable, Terry Roberts, Night Rider...
What's that? You're tired of me listing off names already? But I've barely even scratched the surface! Hell, that's not even everyone on the current roster. Fine, I'll stop listing names. But just look at that list! Go ahead, count the names of our fellow comrades that mock this loser with us. And then, go back through the history of the entire WCF, dig through all of the names that have ever come into this company and competed, and keep adding to the list of "Never Been A World Champion". It'd be so much longer than any of you could ever comprehend. But they wouldn't try bringing up his short little title reign, would they? I mean if they were to do that, then wouldn't they just be opening themselves up to all sorts of ridicule for how they've never been able to obtain a World Title? Sure, such a short reign is grounds for some torment, but isn't being a second rate wrestler even more disappointing? And look at some of the other names on this list. So many big name, names that are praised and put up on little pedestals above everyone else, but not one belonging to a person capable of winning the World Title. Surely none of them have ever spoken ill of this person's pedestrian title reign. They have? Well fuck me, I don't even know what to say about that. I mean, I'm all for bashing on a guy for his shortcomings, but at least when I do it I know what I'm talking about. Degrading someone for doing something, however long or short it may have lasted, that you yourself can't do...that's just stupid. Don't you agree?
No? You know, I'm starting to think that your issues with this guy run deeper than you're letting on. So what is it exactly? What is it about this guy, this loser, that has you beside yourself so much so that you feel as though he's beneath you? I mean I know what my reasons are, but what are yours? We've gone through everything that you've had to say and found ways to shoot them down as the hogwash that they were. So what is it? Jealousy? Could it be that you have such hatred for this man simply because of his success? I can see it. All of those title belts that he's held over his head...all of those opponents that he's been victorious over...all the shows and all the venues he's headlined...I can see how someone could be a wee bit jealous. Is he an attention whore? Is he a media magnet? Or is he simply a guy that people look at as being a success while you sit on the sideline bashing him because you yourself couldn't match what he's done? The first two may or may not be true but the latter seems the most likely.
But it can't just be about the jealousy. Nah, it can't be, there's more to this. Denial? Now that, that seems like a hell of a good reason for all of this hatred. But what is it that you could be in denial of? Perhaps your own self worth? Well now, if that's the case then you should know that you yourself are quite special. Sure, things might look bleak in your own life and the idea of shitting on people just to make yourself feel better may seem like a splendid idea, but it's not. Because at the end of the day, you're still going to feel like shit when you look in the mirror and the object of your hatred is still going to be walking around feeling just fine about him or herself. You know, words they might hurt some people, but they'll never be as effective as actually doing something. What's that? You're not sure if doing something is going to help with your denial? You know, you might be right on that account. All of that talk we were doing earlier has me thinking at this point you're better off sitting on the side and just trash talking. At least then the worst that could happen to you is that he says something meaner. If you take things to the physical level he could really leave you feeling bad.
What else is it? Depression? Are you feeling a bit suicidal deep down and all of this hatred you're speaking is merely a cry for attention? Okay, you're not suicidal, but the crying for attention part, that's real right? I thought so, it just makes so much sense. You know, there are many, many more ways that someone can bring attention to themselves. They could, uh, do something memorable for example. Or they could do something really good that helps people. Or, if you don't want to go the good route, I suppose you could even go and do something bad to hurt people, but that kind of attention might land you in a place where you don't want to be. But you get the gist of what I'm saying, right? Sitting there just going "blah, blah, fuck this guy, blah, blah, he's such an idiot" it's not going to make you feel better. At least not in the long run. And let me tell you, you might get yourself a little bit of attention while you're doing it, but eventually people are just going to tune you out. And you don't want that, because when people start tuning you out you fade into obscurity and people forget all about you. Don't believe me? Talk to Stuart Slane sometime. Ask him about the deep, dark hole he fell into after he lost his United States Title to this "loser" that everyone loves to rag on. Ask him about how everyone fell in love with him before and during his reign. Ask him about how everyone told him how good he was and how he could never lose to this "loser". Ask him about-
Whoa, hold on a second. I can see where some of these people that like to talk so much shit are coming from, I mean it's just so easy to keep going on and on after you get started.
But we can beat this! I can find a way to control myself and you can beat this depression and you can climb-
What? Fine, no need for such language. If you say you're not depressed then fine, you're not depressed. But if you're not depressed and you're not in denial and you're not jealous, then what in the hell is wrong with you exactly? Because at this point I'm just starting to believe that you're nothing more than a self-righteous douchebag blasting anyone that you wish you could be but know deep down you will never get close to. Oh that's it? Well then go fuck yourself douchebag. And next time maybe you can come up with something original rather than just repeating the same lame garbage that people have been recycling for years. This loser, as you call him, is what you need to start striving to be. For whatever tiny bit of success you may have found, whatever little bit of glory you think you've had, you've yet to reach the level that he has. He's been with this company for almost four years now and even during his darkest days his name was still respected by the legends of the business because he earned that honor. Has he had a few rough spots here and there? Yeah. But you're not perfect either so you can take your bullshit, shove it up your ass and then try, however hard that might be, to be half as good as half of him. Or don't and just keep doing whatever it is you're doing now and see where that gets you.
My guess? It'll get you nowhere because no matter how many pedestals you build for yourself, no matter how many people you have patting you on the back and telling you "good job", no matter what is that you do now or in the future, half of a half of Jayson Price is still always going to be miles and miles ahead of whatever you are now or are going to be.
A "loser". A "failure". A "fraud". The ever growing list of names he's heard over the years could fill a book by this point. And perhaps they're right. Sure, just like any person that's ever lived, he's had his ups and downs. But come on, who hasn't had a bad day in their life? Hell, even Superman died and that mother fucker is thought to be indestructible. This guy? He's not indestructible, just look at the scars running up and down his neck. So if Superman is entitled to a bad day where he fails the Earth and it's inhabitants, can't one regular Joe have a bad day at work without people labeling him as a has-been?
No? Well fuck, then maybe people are right about him. Let's just go and discredit everything the guy has ever done just because he hasn't been perfect one hundred percent of the time. Knocked off hall of fame wrestlers? Doesn't matter, he lost that one match that one time. He was a World Champion? Doesn't matter, because sixteen days later he lost it back to the same guy he pinned to win the belt in the first place. You know, that guy that had been regarded as one of the top wrestlers in the company for some time period. He's held every belt in the history of the company he works for? Nope, we go right back to the fact that he lost that match that one time and and none of them matter. But what about all the wins? Those have to outweigh the losses, especially since their were so many more wins, right? Nope, they totally don't. In fact, rather than calling them wins, from this point forward we shall simply refer to them as "flukes" because there's no way such a loser could ever actually win something. Does that sound silly to anyone else? No? Good, because part of me was starting to think that maybe it was, but since so many of you feel that way then it must be true. This guy...this guy is a total fucking loser. Why does he even have a job? Why does he continue to be booked on Slam and on PPV's? Why is he allowed to hold title belts or even receive title shots to begin with?
I'm sorry folks, I really do feel for you, but I'm sure we can all find a way to make things work. I mean, if this sorry sack of shit can find a way to make things work for himself despite being so bad at everything, then surely we total successes can make things work even better. So let's for second just put our heads together and think. Well he's an alcoholic, that just jumps right off the page, so surely that means he's not capable of keeping things "together" for very long, right? I mean if a guy that's hammered almost constantly can win a World Title and hold it for a few weeks then just about anyone can do that. Right? No? You mean there's completely sober people in this business that can't win a World Title? What's that? You say there's sober people in this business that will never, ever win a World Title in their careers? Come now, that can't be true. And even if it were, I'm sure with this big match that's coming up being so important that everyone involved was a World Champion at one point, right? No? Oh now you're just being silly. You really expect me to believe...
Well I'll be, you're right. I hate to admit it, but you're right. The damn drunk loser actually has a leg up on some of those high class opponents of his. But surely that's it. There's just know way that this guy could have anything else over these other guys. What about all of those matches he's lost? You know, fuck the matches he's won, he's had to have just lost so many more matches than anyone else right? What? What do you mean the number isn't actually all that bad? What do you mean his win percentage is actually pretty high for someone that's been around for as long as he has? Are you telling me that this loser is actually a...a "winner" in some capacity? Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. Okay, but there's no way that he can compare to the rest of the competition right? I mean, if he's a "winner" then everyone else around him must be super winners or something. No? Well fuck. You know I'm slowly starting to think that just maybe this guy- Wait!
Wait just a minute, I had a thought. You know a clear cut sign of a loser is that, usually, at some point he ends up being someone's bitch. You know, like you work in an office building and there's always that one guy that everyone kind of trashes on and the bosses like to dump all kinds of extra work on. Yeah, well this guy, I bet he's just been someone's bitch at some point right? Like, you know, maybe during his time with all of those different stables. There was Team Of Torture, then This_Is_WAR, then Pantheon and then Cryogenix. All of those stables over the years means that at some point he was being led by someone and I just bet this loser was the bitch of the group. Right? No? Fuck! God damn it, you know you're killing me right? Are you trying to tell me that this guy was actually an integral part of some massively successful stables? And that there are people right now, more important people at that, that are running stables whilst being the company bitch? Jesus Christ. Well what the fuck else do know about the guy that makes him a loser?
He loses in big matches? Well yeah, I mean I suppose you could look back as recently as the loss to Torture at One last year and see he lost a big match, but I mean how many people can you name off the top of your head that have actually beaten Torture? It'd be easier to count the number of stars in the nighttime sky or the number of people in the world that haven't been jumped from behind by a gang of cowards. His battle with prescription pill abuse? Well we already dismissed his alcohol abuse as being a hindrance, so bringing that up would just be like beating a dead horse. And you know, I'm not about beating a dead horse. Some people, yeah, that's about all they can do, but not I. Short title reigns? Well fuck, if we're going to bash everyone that's ever had a short title reign in their career, then how about we just run down everyone that has never held a title. In fact, let's do that. This loser, right, he held the World Title for sixteen days. So let's go ahead and trash him nonstop about that, right after we bash everyone that has never held a World Title. Sound fair? No? Well fuck, I'm going to do it anyway since I'm a fair guy and all.
Lilith, Tek, Adam Young, Ana Valentine, Jonathan Jakobs, Doc Henry, Roy Speede, Vengeance, Morientes, Benjamin Atreyu, Justin Turner, Stuart Slane, Denise D'evil, Kira Sakazaki, Steeltoe Joe, John Gable, Terry Roberts, Night Rider...
What's that? You're tired of me listing off names already? But I've barely even scratched the surface! Hell, that's not even everyone on the current roster. Fine, I'll stop listing names. But just look at that list! Go ahead, count the names of our fellow comrades that mock this loser with us. And then, go back through the history of the entire WCF, dig through all of the names that have ever come into this company and competed, and keep adding to the list of "Never Been A World Champion". It'd be so much longer than any of you could ever comprehend. But they wouldn't try bringing up his short little title reign, would they? I mean if they were to do that, then wouldn't they just be opening themselves up to all sorts of ridicule for how they've never been able to obtain a World Title? Sure, such a short reign is grounds for some torment, but isn't being a second rate wrestler even more disappointing? And look at some of the other names on this list. So many big name, names that are praised and put up on little pedestals above everyone else, but not one belonging to a person capable of winning the World Title. Surely none of them have ever spoken ill of this person's pedestrian title reign. They have? Well fuck me, I don't even know what to say about that. I mean, I'm all for bashing on a guy for his shortcomings, but at least when I do it I know what I'm talking about. Degrading someone for doing something, however long or short it may have lasted, that you yourself can't do...that's just stupid. Don't you agree?
No? You know, I'm starting to think that your issues with this guy run deeper than you're letting on. So what is it exactly? What is it about this guy, this loser, that has you beside yourself so much so that you feel as though he's beneath you? I mean I know what my reasons are, but what are yours? We've gone through everything that you've had to say and found ways to shoot them down as the hogwash that they were. So what is it? Jealousy? Could it be that you have such hatred for this man simply because of his success? I can see it. All of those title belts that he's held over his head...all of those opponents that he's been victorious over...all the shows and all the venues he's headlined...I can see how someone could be a wee bit jealous. Is he an attention whore? Is he a media magnet? Or is he simply a guy that people look at as being a success while you sit on the sideline bashing him because you yourself couldn't match what he's done? The first two may or may not be true but the latter seems the most likely.
But it can't just be about the jealousy. Nah, it can't be, there's more to this. Denial? Now that, that seems like a hell of a good reason for all of this hatred. But what is it that you could be in denial of? Perhaps your own self worth? Well now, if that's the case then you should know that you yourself are quite special. Sure, things might look bleak in your own life and the idea of shitting on people just to make yourself feel better may seem like a splendid idea, but it's not. Because at the end of the day, you're still going to feel like shit when you look in the mirror and the object of your hatred is still going to be walking around feeling just fine about him or herself. You know, words they might hurt some people, but they'll never be as effective as actually doing something. What's that? You're not sure if doing something is going to help with your denial? You know, you might be right on that account. All of that talk we were doing earlier has me thinking at this point you're better off sitting on the side and just trash talking. At least then the worst that could happen to you is that he says something meaner. If you take things to the physical level he could really leave you feeling bad.
What else is it? Depression? Are you feeling a bit suicidal deep down and all of this hatred you're speaking is merely a cry for attention? Okay, you're not suicidal, but the crying for attention part, that's real right? I thought so, it just makes so much sense. You know, there are many, many more ways that someone can bring attention to themselves. They could, uh, do something memorable for example. Or they could do something really good that helps people. Or, if you don't want to go the good route, I suppose you could even go and do something bad to hurt people, but that kind of attention might land you in a place where you don't want to be. But you get the gist of what I'm saying, right? Sitting there just going "blah, blah, fuck this guy, blah, blah, he's such an idiot" it's not going to make you feel better. At least not in the long run. And let me tell you, you might get yourself a little bit of attention while you're doing it, but eventually people are just going to tune you out. And you don't want that, because when people start tuning you out you fade into obscurity and people forget all about you. Don't believe me? Talk to Stuart Slane sometime. Ask him about the deep, dark hole he fell into after he lost his United States Title to this "loser" that everyone loves to rag on. Ask him about how everyone fell in love with him before and during his reign. Ask him about how everyone told him how good he was and how he could never lose to this "loser". Ask him about-
Whoa, hold on a second. I can see where some of these people that like to talk so much shit are coming from, I mean it's just so easy to keep going on and on after you get started.
But we can beat this! I can find a way to control myself and you can beat this depression and you can climb-
What? Fine, no need for such language. If you say you're not depressed then fine, you're not depressed. But if you're not depressed and you're not in denial and you're not jealous, then what in the hell is wrong with you exactly? Because at this point I'm just starting to believe that you're nothing more than a self-righteous douchebag blasting anyone that you wish you could be but know deep down you will never get close to. Oh that's it? Well then go fuck yourself douchebag. And next time maybe you can come up with something original rather than just repeating the same lame garbage that people have been recycling for years. This loser, as you call him, is what you need to start striving to be. For whatever tiny bit of success you may have found, whatever little bit of glory you think you've had, you've yet to reach the level that he has. He's been with this company for almost four years now and even during his darkest days his name was still respected by the legends of the business because he earned that honor. Has he had a few rough spots here and there? Yeah. But you're not perfect either so you can take your bullshit, shove it up your ass and then try, however hard that might be, to be half as good as half of him. Or don't and just keep doing whatever it is you're doing now and see where that gets you.
My guess? It'll get you nowhere because no matter how many pedestals you build for yourself, no matter how many people you have patting you on the back and telling you "good job", no matter what is that you do now or in the future, half of a half of Jayson Price is still always going to be miles and miles ahead of whatever you are now or are going to be.
The scene slowly fades in on Jayson Price, his face lit up by the soft blue glow of a computer screen. We see him casually lounging in an office chair, the back of the chair leaning backward and his feet slung up on the desk in front of him. As he stares upward toward the ceiling he slowly passes a mini nerf ball back and forth between his hands. A soft dinging sound can be heard from the speaker installed into the ceiling as a small blue light comes on beside it, signalling the Tower's internal computer voice.
Voice: "Sir you have an incoming call. Would you like for me to patch it through to your current location?"
Jayson Price: "Not now, I've got important work to finish up before I leave."
Tower Voice: "Very well Sir."
The blue light fades out as Price stops passing the ball back and forth and leans his head down to glance at the computer screen. The screen is blank except for a digital display of the time.
Jayson Price: "You know maybe I should actually be doing some kind of work."
Price tosses the ball into the air a few times as he stares at the screen, not really looking like he's motivated to do anything productive. Finally he waves his hand through the air, sending the clock away and bringing up the Google homepage.
Jayson Price: "Show me the WCF's home website."
Up pops WCFWrestling.com on the screen as Price lazily scrolls down the page, yawning as he waves his hand through the air.
Jayson Price: "Blah..blah..Lilith unveils a new Elite Title Belt...and of course there's bears on it. The fuck is this company turning into?"
Nothing jumps off the page at Price as he waves the page away from the screen. As he stares ahead blankly, a little window pops up flashing the words "New Message." Intrigued, Price reaches out and taps the air, opening up the window.
Jayson Price: "Hey Price, it's Hank Brown. Know we haven't talked in a while but I was hoping that maybe we could get together before this Sunday to do a little one on one interview. I've been slammed with work after Scoops Callahan went missing and I've been meaning to try and get together with you. Let me know.... Delete. Tower?"
The little blue light in the ceiling pops back on.
Tower Voice: "Yes Sir?"
Jayson Price: "Send a message over to Hank for me. "Hank, I got your message, can't help. Too busy for an interview and even if I was I'd hire a professional." And this time don't you dare edit it."
Tower Voice: "But it seems rather cruel Sir."
Jayson Price: "Just do your job."
Price tosses the ball up at the ceiling, hitting the light as it fades out.
Jayson Price: "One of these days I'm calling in a geek to reprogram that fucker before he decides to go all HAL on me. That is unless..."
Price raises an eyebrow as he stares up at the light questioningly.
Jayson Price: "Nah."
Price tosses the ball around a few more times and then whips it toward a nearby wall where he's marked off a mock backboard. The ball drops through the plastic hoop and into a bucket on the floor as Price pumps his arms in the air like he just beat the buzzer in the NBA Finals.
Jayson Price: "Eat a dick Kobe."
As Price stares ahead at the blank blue screen in front of him, the little light in the ceiling pops back on.
Tower Voice: "Sir I know you asked me to send all incoming calls directly to voicemail, however this time-"
Jayson Price: "If you know what I told you to, then why the fuck aren't you doing it. I don't care if it's the President on the other line, you send that shit to voicemail. I'll check the shit later but right now I've got much more important things on my plate."
Tower Voice: "Very well Sir."
The light fades out as Price continues to stare blankly ahead at the blue screen.
Jayson Price: "Bring up the "Lilith Match" file."
A small folder with the tile "Lilith Match" pops up on the blue screen. With a sigh he raises his hand and swipes it through the air, opening the folder. A variety of images pop up on the screen. Teddy bears, rainbows, unicorns, keyboards, megaphones, pictures of Sarah Twilight. To someone not familiar with WCF this would look like the most random shit in the world but it's obvious that there's a point to them all being together.
Jayson Price: "Is this seriously what the WCF has become? What the fucks next? A brony?"
Price lazily reaches out and waves the photos around in a circle, almost as if he's unsure as how to even begin getting into the mind of Lilith.
Jayson Price: "Any other time it would be so easy. I've been in this same position dozens and dozens of times, but it was never this hard to get into the head of someone before. Even Greenfever, as fucked up in the head as he was, I could get a read on what he was thinking. But this? How the fuck am I supposed to get into her mind if I don't even know what she is? Is she a child playing make believe? An adult trying to relive her childhood? Sane but putting on an act worthy of an award? Insane to an extent never before seen? Trying to dig into this thing's mind is like trying to find the end of a circle or the last number in Pi."
Voice: "Well maybe instead of trying to break it all down at once, you could take it on in pieces?"
Price spins around in his chair to find Cameraman Bob leaning against the doorway, his mouth still slightly swollen from his previous visit to the tower.
Jayson Price: "Well I'll be damned, I guess you finally got the sand out of your vagina."
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you too."
Jayson Price: "What was that you were saying?"
Cameraman Bob: "I said, why don't you stop trying to take on this thing head on and break it up. Tackle everything you can one by one until you take it all down."
Jayson Price: "Not the worst idea, but you see what I'm working with here. Even doing that I wouldn't even know where to start."
Cameraman Bob: "Seriously?"
Jayson Price: "If you've got something to say, say it. Quit beating around the god damn bush already."
Bob steps forward and wipes all of the images off to the side except for one, the teddy bears.
Cameraman Bob: "What do you see?"
Jayson Price: "A man about to take an elbow to the dick if he doesn't put a little space between us."
Bob takes a few steps to the side as Price stares at the screen.
Jayson Price: "It's a fucking teddy bear. So what?"
Cameraman Bob: "So what? So what? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Jayson Price: "What did I tell you about the bush, Bob?"
Cameraman Bob: "You know someone that's got a hard on for little bears almost as badly as Lilith. You want to get inside her head, you want to tackle this part of her fucked up brain, you-"
Jayson Price: "Talk to him...fuck. Bob for once you're not completely worthless."
Price pushes his chair away from the desk and starts to stand up.
Cameraman Bob: "Wait!"
Bob brings up the other images and puts them beside the bear picture.
Cameraman Bob: "It's not just this one either. Really look at the rest. One by one."
Price stares at the screen and his face lights up in realization.
Jayson Price: "Son of a bitch. Bob if I wasn't so worried about all the dicks you've handled today I'd shake your hand."
Cameraman Bob: "You're welcome."
Jayson Price: "Shut up Bob. Let's go."
Price leads the way out of the small room and toward the elevator. As they wait for it to arrive, Price pulls out his phone and checks his messages.
Jayson Price: "What have you heard about that thing I told you about?"
Cameraman Bob: "You mean the thing that's going dow-"
Jayson Price: "Not with the camera on you idiot!"
Price reaches over and smacks Bob on the side of the face where it's still a bit swollen. The elevator dings and the doors slide open as both men step in. Price reaches for the buttons and presses the one for sub-level 5.
Cameraman Bob: "Are you actually letting me go down there this time?"
Jayson Price: "Consider it a reward for the first good idea you've had in years."
Cameraman Bob: "Well that's not fair, what about- ...all right, you got me there."
The elevator comes to a stop and dings. As the elevator doors open a robotic voice comes over the speaker.
Voice: "Sub-Level 5, Jobber Holding Cells."
Cameraman Bob: "Is that seriously the name you gave this floor?"
Jayson Price: "It was either that or Jobberland."
Price and Bob exit the elevator and come to a hallway. Plexiglass spans the entire length of the hallway on both sides. Price and Bob begin to walk the hall, passing by some of WCF's most recognizable jobbers of the past, each held two to a room. As they pass, the jobbers pound on the clear walls but their sounds are muffled. Finally they come to a stop in front of the room holding two rather familiar faces: Arkham and Captain Punishment. Price reaches out and presses a button, which immediately allows them to hear the roars of Arkham.
Arkham: "I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT LITTLE MAN! YOU THINK YOU CAN HOLD ME IN HERE LIKE AN ANIMAL! BETTER HAVE TRIED AND FAILED!"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, that's real cute sunshine. You want a chance to get out of here?"
Arkham: "YOU LET ME OUT NOW AND I'LL MAKE YOUR DEATH JUST A BIT LESS PAINFUL!"
Jayson Price: "How about we quit with the yelling and maybe I'll let you have your little bear back?"
Price gestures to the teddy bear, Freddy Ripskin, sitting on the floor just outside the cell. Immediately Arkham calms himself down and lowers his fists.
Jayson Price: "Now that's a good boy. I'll let you have your little friend here and maybe consider letting you out, but you need to do me a little favor."
Arkham: "Fine."
Jayson Price: "The bear...what's the fucking deal with this thing?"
Arkham: "What do you mean?"
Jayson Price: "Why in the fuck does a seven foot tall, monstrosity of a person, care so much about a little sack of stuffing? You're an adult. A grown fucking man, not a child. What's the deal?"
Arkham: "He's my friend."
Jayson Price: "Your friend? You have to be kidding me, right?"
Arkham: "No. No matter how dark the days were, he was always there. He never judged me or talked down to me."
Jayson Price: "The bear?"
Arkham: "Yes."
Jayson Price: "Well let's say you had a real friend. A real person that never judged you or talked down to you. Would you need the bear then?"
Arkham: "Of course I would."
Jayson Price: "And why is that? He isn't real."
Arkham: "It's for the simple fact that he isn't real that I will always need him. Real people change how they think and act. They turn on you when you trust them the most. That bear? He'll never change on me."
Jayson Price: "So he's your security blanket. That little thing you hold onto at night to feel safe."
Arkham: "Yes."
Jayson Price: "So she's insecure with the world. Afraid of what's out there and what's coming next, so she clutches onto her bears for safety. Like a child."
Arkham: "She?"
Jayson Price: "Lilith. I'm trying to understand her better before our match."
Arkham: "Heh. Good luck, that bitch is crazy."
Arkham looks down longingly at Freddy as Price nods to Bob. Bob reaches down and picks up the bear as Price presses another button. A small flap opens and Bob shoves Freddy into the cell. Immediately Arkham scoops up his bear and walks away.
Jayson Price: "Hey, geek in the cape, get your ass over here."
A timid Captain Punishment walks over to the wall as Price smirks.
Punishment: "Why are you keeping me in here with him?"
Jayson Price: "Because you two are perfect for each other. Both grown men living in your little fantasy worlds like you were still children."
Punishment: "We're nothing alike!"
Jayson Price: "Bullshit. He talks to a teddy bear like it were alive and you run around with a towel wrapped around your neck like you were flying. And that makes the both of you just like Lilith. Living a fantasy while the rest of us live the real world. So why don't you tell me why?"
Punishment: "Why what?"
Jayson Price: "Why you refuse to live in the real world? Why you refuse to act like a grownup and instead try to be like Peter Pan?"
Punishment: "Well I do it because the real world sucks. Out there I'm a nobody to people like you. But in my mind I'm a somebody, a superhero. Not a wimp that gets beat up by guys like you, but a hero that people love and respect."
Jayson Price: "So you refuse to live in the real world because you refuse to believe the truth? You refuse to believe that you are in fact the little wimp that you are?"
Punishment: "Hey, look-"
Jayson Price: "No, I get it. Your life sucks and you don't want it to keep you down so you create a little fantasy world for yourself where you actually mean something. You don't want to give up and admit that you're nothing, so you pretend 24/7 that you're something you aren't. It's incredibly sad, but I get it."
Punishment: "Does that mean I can leave h-"
Price hits a button and the sound is cut off. Punishment begins to bang on the plexiglass but nothing is heard.
Cameraman Bob: "I see that look in your eye Jayson. It's all clicking now, isn't it?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah. The teddy bears, the fantasy world bullshit, the children's stories and fairy tales and songs...all of it just-"
Cameraman Bob: "Makes the bitch crazy."
Jayson Price: "Well yeah, but also no. I mean, it's more that just her being crazy. I mean-"
Price walks down the hallway, pausing to point out jobbers as he passes by them.
Jayson Price: "The fucking keyboard warrior, Scoops Callahan. Lilith is a social media whore above all other media whores. I mean, to fucking out whore Zombie McMorris on the internet...that's not something for just anyone to do. I can just picture Lilith sitting in a dark room scrolling her Facebook feed on her phone while doing live Internet blogs during her breaks from writing sparkly vampire fan fiction. It's an extension of her issues of needing to live in a fantasy world. The internet gives her that fucking gateway to another world where she can be anyone she wants."
Price points out another.
Jayson Price: "Aaron Miles and Shaun Jackson, the epitome of former champions that live off their one pathetic title reign. Jackson with the Hardcore Title and Miles with the TV Title, they had that one run with a mid-card belt and they thought they were gods. Lilith? You'd think the Television Title was above the World Title the way she carries herself."
Cameraman Bob: "Well she has won other belts, unlike those two."
Jayson Price: "No one knows about holding multiple belts more than me Bob, hell I've got that market cornered. But I've been able to win belts more prestigious than the Television Title. It was the first belt I ever won in WCF. And then I went up from there, all the way to the World Title, before going back to get the lower belts. Lilith has done nothing but regress from the Television Title since she lost it. But in her mind, she doesn't need to have the resume to be considered a great because she's already there. She's just like these two to a fucking T."
Price begins to point at random rooms, calling out names.
Jayson Price: "Tyler Cruise, Trevor Young, Jordan Reckless, Cahir, Anibal, Harvey Dodson...nobody fucking cares about any of them. You know why?"
Cameraman Bob: "No, why?"
Jayson Price: "Because nobody gives a fuck about nobodies. Especially little nobodies that run their mouths, trying to make names for themselves and failing but never quitting. These ones are here, stuck in little rooms with others like them, but they deserve worse. They deserve to have their necks snapped and be put out of their misery like the little rat bird Steven Seagull."
Cameraman Bob: "Are you comparing Lilith and all these guys to seagulls?"
Jayson Price: "No. Seagulls, while diseased and disgusting, serve a purpose. Lilith and these people...they don't. They're expendable. Interchangeable. Just piles of nothing."
Price removes his hand from the glass and turns to Bob.
Jayson Price: "All right Bob, I think we got what we need. You want a drink?"
Cameraman Bob: "I'd love one."
Jayson Price: "Well then get yourself one on the way home."
Price walks past Bob toward the elevator and hits the button.
Cameraman Bob: "Wait. What about the Twilight infatuation?"
Jayson Price: "That...I don't think all the research in the world will help solve that mystery, Bob. Some people walk around with their heads up their own asses, Lilith just chooses to stick her's up Sarah's. Could be some sort of abandonment issue causing her to be clingy to someone who showed her kindness. Could be a million other things, but honestly I don't care. I got what I needed."
The elevator arrives with a ding and the doors slide open. Price and Bob step in and Price hits the button for the lobby.
Cameraman Bob: "So you got this one in the bag then?"
Jayson Price: "Too easy Bob, too easy."
The scene fades out to black as the camera zooms in on Price's mouth as it raises into a smirk.
