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February 8th, 2014
WCF Headquarters
Reading, Pennsylvania
Late Afternoon
The scene fades in on a shot of Jayson Price and Scoops Callahan as they are sitting inside of the studio that brings the WCF Audience "Scoops Corner" every weekday afternoon from 2 to 3PM. Scoops is busy shuffling through his note cards as an intern enters the room and hands Price a drink. As she leaves, Scoops looks up at the clock and then nods to the producer on the other side of the glass. A red light pops on and some introduction music plays as Scoops rolls his chair over to a microphone.
Scoops Callahan: "Hello there everyone and welcome to another edition of "Scoops Corner". I, of course, am Ace Reporter Scoops Callahan and I'm here once again to bring you the answers to all of your questions. This afternoon I have with me a very special guest. He's the current WCF People's Champion and a former WCF World Champion, Jayson Price. Jayson, good to have you."
Price nods and takes a sip from his drink.
Scoops Callahan: "So, Jayson, it's been a while since we last had you on the show. How have you been lately?"
Jayson Price: "Drunk, mostly. And a little sleepy."
Scoops Callahan: "Uh, all right. So Jayson, I-"
Jayson Price: "Could we actually skip the filler questions and all the other bullshit, Scoops?"
Scoops Callahan: "Excuse me?"
Jayson Price: "I've seen the show Scoops. In fact, we all have. It's just another talk show that's ripping off the format of all the other talk shows. You and I do a little back and forth banter, you ask me questions, I answer them and we do it until the audience is bored."
Scoops Callahan: "My audience is never bored, thank you."
Jayson Price: "It's a radio show Scoops, you can't see your audience. If there were anyone else here in the studio you'd see them nodding off in their seats."
Scoops Callahan: "I'll have you know that I am-"
Scoops is cut off by the sound of Price snoring as his head drops down to his chest.
Scoops Callahan: "Really?"
Jayson Price: "Huh? What? Oh, sorry. I told you man, this shit just puts people to sleep."
Scoops Callahan: "Well then, Jayson, enlighten me. How would you suggest we do this?"
Jayson Price: "So glad you asked. Here, I've got some cards with exactly what I want you to say. Trust me Scoops, if you stick with these cards the whole interview your audience will thank you."
Price reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a stack of index cards. He hands them over to Scoops, who looks at the cards and then flips them over.
Scoops Callahan: "Uh, I think you brought the wrong cards Jayson. There's nothing written on these."
Jayson Price: "Exactly. Like I said, say exactly what's on those cards."
Scoops Callahan: "But I-"
Jayson Price: "Shh. The cards Scoop."
Scoops tosses the cards into the air and rolls away from his microphone as Price shoots him a thumbs up. Price takes another sip from his drink and then leans close to his microphone.
Jayson Price: "So help me figure this shit the fuck out WCF Universe. Or Galaxy. Or whatever the hell it is that you guys are calling yourselves. You've got your current WCF People's Champion, the guy that's just running been through fools and has yet to lose since he came back to the WCF, and he's stuck in a tag team match against two thirds of S-PAC tomorrow night. And believe me folks, I'm using the term tag team quite loosely with this one. See, our illustrious and glorious leader Seth Lerch, once again back in power after once again losing his company to one of his own employees, has apparently decided to resume fucking with yours truly. Now, anyone that has been following WCF the past few years knows all too well the long history between Seth and I. If you're new to the company, then you at least saw a bit of it at Payback when Seth and I engaged in a farce of a People's Title Match that was nothing more than an attempt by Seth to steal my belt. But he and I go way back to my first year in WCF when I was fucking his sister. It was a classic story really: Guy fucks the boss's sister, guy knocks up said sister and then the brother hires guy to kill the baby. Seriously, it's a story as old as time. So now back to present time, Seth has apparently decided to resume trying to stick it to me. First it was the attempt to steal my belt, now he's booking me in a match against Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu. But fear not, WCF faithful, it's not a real handicap match. No, see, I get the "honor" of having Biohazard as my tag partner. So instead of being an actual two on one handicap match, it's more like a, I dunno, two on one and a quarter handicap match. I mean seriously people, this isn't me shitting on Biohazard because he's a bad guy. I'm sure deep down he's a great guy. But he's a shit wrestler. A shit wrestler who's best move is spitting black shit on people. Now that's great if he were auditioning for a part in a Jurassic Park movie, but in a wrestling ring not so much.
So were left with Jayson Price versus Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu. The People's Champion versus two thirds of S-PAC. A former World Champion versus the Worst World Champion in WCF history and..I dunno, whatever the fuck Benjamin Atreyu has done. If he has in fact ever done anything."
Scoops rolls forward toward his microphone and leans in.
Scoops Callahan: "United States Champion and Tag Team Champion."
Jayson Price: "What's that?"
Scoops Callahan: "Atreyu. He was a US Champion and a Tag Champion at one time."
Jayson Price: "Well there you go. Thanks for doing your homework Scoops."
Scoops Callahan: "Well one of us ha-"
Price uses his foot to shove Scoops' chair away from the desk and the microphone. Scoops flips him the bird as Price takes a sip of his drink.
Jayson Price: "The point that I was trying to make, though, is the fact that in the past few weeks there has been no one on a better roll than yours truly. From the time that I came back after One, whether it was on Wednesday Night, Slam or at Payback, all I've done is fucking win matches. I won this People's Title and I've defended it successfully at least once a week for the past month and a half. No one, not one single person in WCF, has been running through the roster since One the way that I have. And what the fuck is my reward? Do I get a shot to main event Slam? Do I get a shot at one of the other champions? Do I at least get a fucking match worth me showing up for? No. I get a fucking handicap match. And let's get one thing straight, I'm not bitching about being put in a match that I can't win. I'm going to win this match and then I'm going to flip off Seth Lerch wherever he's watching from. No, I'm being vocal about this bullshit because it's just that. I deserve a whole hell of a lot better treatment on Slam and Seth Lerch knows that but he's too fucking high on himself to put me in a decent match. And before anyone stands up and says "Well what about Timebomb? You're in the main event." you need to realize that isn't Seth Lerch rewarding me, that's Seth Lerch giving the finger to myself and to Pantheon for being the only people in the WCF with the balls to tell his fucking ass to go to hell. You people think that if I weren't in Pantheon that I'd be in this match? I'd have gotten the Sarah Twilight treatment and been kept out of the main event featuring all former World Champions just for the hell of it. But we'll get to that later, let's go back to this Sunday night. This match is a fucking farce and a slap to the face to everyone. It's a slap to my face because it's a waste of my time. It's a slap to the face to you fans because you're going to have to watch me run through a second tier tag team. It's a slap to the face of S-PAC because Seth Lerch is feeding them to me when they could be doing...whatever the fuck it is they're doing these days. Battling PETA?"
Price looks over to Scoops to see if he has any answers but Scoops again flips him off.
Jayson Price: "You see, not even Scoops knows what these people are up to these days and that's his job. But whatever the fuck it is, they're instead being put in a position to get embarrassed in front of a live crowd. Now granted, there's usually a 99% chance of that happening on any give night, but tomorrow night it's going to get fucking ugly because of the mood I'm going to be in. But yes, it's a slap to their face as well. And for what reason? To punish me? This isn't a punishment. An annoyance? Sure. But not a punishment. You want to punish me, you fine me for shouting obscenities at fans. You tell me to go to AA. You-"
Scoops Callahan: "Are you seriously giving Seth ideas for how to punish you?"
Jayson Price: "I'm trying to make a point here Scoops. And besides, you really think I'd do any of that shit if Seth told me to do it?"
Scoops shakes his head and looks up at the clock.
Jayson Price: "Now as I was saying, if Seth Lerch wants to punish me for our past and for being one of the few people in WCF to not follow orders like a good little bitch, then so be it. But for fucks sake man, don't waste my time with bullshit like this. I'm holding a fucking title damn it, why am I not defending it on Slam? Fuck it, if it were up to me I'd be defending this belt on every Slam, Wednesday Night and PPV. I wouldn't be working thrown together matches or revenge matches for Seth to jerk off to."
Price pauses to finish off his drink and then signals for someone on the other side of the glass to come and refill it. While he waits he looks over at Scoops, who has pulled out a magazine and is leafing through it.
Jayson Price: "You still pissed at me for taking over your show?"
Scoops reply is a middle finger before going back to reading. An intern comes into the room and refills Price's glass before leaving. Price takes a sip and then leans back up to the microphone.
Jayson Price: "But it's not me making these matches, unfortunately. No it's out of my hands and it's you people that are suffering just as much as I am. But fuck it, as pissed as I am and as pissed as you should be, we're going to fucking stick it to the boss just as bad as he's trying to stick it to all of us. He wants Jayson Price to be backed against the wall? I'm going to knock that fucking wall down on top of him. I'm winning this fucking match tomorrow night and just like I said earlier I'm going to look in the camera and give Lerch the middle finger."
Scoops tosses his magazine to the side and rolls back up to his microphone.
Scoops Callahan: "You seem awfully confident about being able to take down both Cash and Atreyu."
Price looks over at Scoops and flashes him a smile.
Jayson Price: "Hi, I'm Jayson Price. Have we met before?"
Scoops Callahan: "That's cute. But listening to you just now I keep hearing you talk about sticking it to Seth and running through Cash and Atreyu and, the way it sounds, you're just tossing them aside like they were nothing. Like you're not taking them the least bit serious."
Jayson Price: "And?"
Scoops Callahan: "Are you absolutely sure you should be?"
Jayson Price: "What are you getting at Scoops?"
Scoops Callahan: "What I'm getting at is the fact that you're completely ignoring the idea that these two are going to give you a hell of a fight. You're walking into this match so damn full of yourself that you feel untouchable and you might just end up regretting that."
Jayson Price: "I regret nothing in this life Scoops. Except for maybe the ToT. And Shannan Lerch. Especially Shannan Lerch."
Scoops Callahan: "Will you be fucking serious for just once?"
Jayson Price: "Raise your voice to me again and I'll get real serious."
Scoops raises his hands and backs away from the desk.
Jayson Price: "All right Scoops, you want me to be serious? About what? Cash? All right, let's get serious. Waylon Cash, resident hillbilly slash stoner slash leader of the same stable that's been running around WCF for a while now and has absolutely nothing to show for it. Zip. Zilch. Nada. A little mid-card title here and there, maybe the tag titles at some point, but what the fuck is the point of winning small time belts to a stable when you can't accomplish anything of value. Does S-PAC even have a real mission these days? Because it honestly feels like the only reason they've bothered to stick together this long is because none of them would be able to do dick without having the other two to save them. And Cash? He's the epitome of the fucking group and their failures. On paper he's the best of their little group. The former World Champion. Might have only lasted a week, but he was there. And now? He's accomplished about as much as S-PAC as a whole has accomplished. People like to shit on the time I spent as World Champion, but despite what happened and how I lost the belt, I've been able to maintain a career that still ranks among the best to ever walk to the ring. I came back from losing the belt sooner than I expected and I've done more than just survive, I've thrived. I didn't fall right back to the bottom. We may have both ended up as part of a stable but rather than try leading a band of misfits with no mission, I became a part of groups that people actually gave a fuck about. The people that didn't like us, they at least respected us and what we were capable of. People don't remember it as S-PAC vs Genesis vs Pantheon, they just remember Genesis vs Pantheon. And then it was Bravado vs Cryogenix, with no one even realizing S-Pac was even still in the company. The best thing anyone can say about S-PAC is that they've managed to last in WCF but the fact is that they've only lasted because no one gives enough of a fuck about them to waste the time taking them out. But when the time comes that someone gets tired of the little gnats buzzing around they're going to get squashed and by god it'll be a fucking massacre.
As for Atreyu, well, if for a second you could imagine S-PAC to be WCF's version of the Three Stooges, Atreyu would be Joe Besser."
Scoops Callahan: "Who?"
Jayson Price: "Seriously? Aren't you from that time period? Joe Besser was the one Stooge that no one ever fucking remembers. Moe, Larry, Shemp, Curly and Curly Joe, everyone remembers them because they at least brought something to table. But Besser? Fuck, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who remembers the name, let alone care about what he did. And that's Atreyu. People know Waylon Cash. People know John Gable. Hell, people even know Scott Savage. And people know those three because they've at least done something of worth. Earlier you brought up the US Title and Tag Title reigns, but so what? Doc Henry has been Tag Champion. Lilith has been TV Champion. Hell, Seth Lerch has held the US Title. I've held all the belts out there but I've also made a name for myself doing shit in this company. Benjamin's been US Champion and the fourth wheel of S-PAC, which along with a quarter would be just enough for him to call home and talk to someone who knows he exists."
Price stops to finish off his drink and set it down on the desk. Seconds of silence pass before Scoops rolls his chair over to his microphone.
Scoops Callahan: "Anything else you'd like to get off your chest?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, eat a dick."
Price reaches over and bitch slaps Scoops out of his chair before standing up.
Jayson Price: "Support The Fuck Movement."
Price signals to the producer that he's done and then heads out of the room as the scene fades out to black.
WCF Headquarters
Reading, Pennsylvania
Late Afternoon
The scene fades in on a shot of Jayson Price and Scoops Callahan as they are sitting inside of the studio that brings the WCF Audience "Scoops Corner" every weekday afternoon from 2 to 3PM. Scoops is busy shuffling through his note cards as an intern enters the room and hands Price a drink. As she leaves, Scoops looks up at the clock and then nods to the producer on the other side of the glass. A red light pops on and some introduction music plays as Scoops rolls his chair over to a microphone.
Scoops Callahan: "Hello there everyone and welcome to another edition of "Scoops Corner". I, of course, am Ace Reporter Scoops Callahan and I'm here once again to bring you the answers to all of your questions. This afternoon I have with me a very special guest. He's the current WCF People's Champion and a former WCF World Champion, Jayson Price. Jayson, good to have you."
Price nods and takes a sip from his drink.
Scoops Callahan: "So, Jayson, it's been a while since we last had you on the show. How have you been lately?"
Jayson Price: "Drunk, mostly. And a little sleepy."
Scoops Callahan: "Uh, all right. So Jayson, I-"
Jayson Price: "Could we actually skip the filler questions and all the other bullshit, Scoops?"
Scoops Callahan: "Excuse me?"
Jayson Price: "I've seen the show Scoops. In fact, we all have. It's just another talk show that's ripping off the format of all the other talk shows. You and I do a little back and forth banter, you ask me questions, I answer them and we do it until the audience is bored."
Scoops Callahan: "My audience is never bored, thank you."
Jayson Price: "It's a radio show Scoops, you can't see your audience. If there were anyone else here in the studio you'd see them nodding off in their seats."
Scoops Callahan: "I'll have you know that I am-"
Scoops is cut off by the sound of Price snoring as his head drops down to his chest.
Scoops Callahan: "Really?"
Jayson Price: "Huh? What? Oh, sorry. I told you man, this shit just puts people to sleep."
Scoops Callahan: "Well then, Jayson, enlighten me. How would you suggest we do this?"
Jayson Price: "So glad you asked. Here, I've got some cards with exactly what I want you to say. Trust me Scoops, if you stick with these cards the whole interview your audience will thank you."
Price reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a stack of index cards. He hands them over to Scoops, who looks at the cards and then flips them over.
Scoops Callahan: "Uh, I think you brought the wrong cards Jayson. There's nothing written on these."
Jayson Price: "Exactly. Like I said, say exactly what's on those cards."
Scoops Callahan: "But I-"
Jayson Price: "Shh. The cards Scoop."
Scoops tosses the cards into the air and rolls away from his microphone as Price shoots him a thumbs up. Price takes another sip from his drink and then leans close to his microphone.
Jayson Price: "So help me figure this shit the fuck out WCF Universe. Or Galaxy. Or whatever the hell it is that you guys are calling yourselves. You've got your current WCF People's Champion, the guy that's just running been through fools and has yet to lose since he came back to the WCF, and he's stuck in a tag team match against two thirds of S-PAC tomorrow night. And believe me folks, I'm using the term tag team quite loosely with this one. See, our illustrious and glorious leader Seth Lerch, once again back in power after once again losing his company to one of his own employees, has apparently decided to resume fucking with yours truly. Now, anyone that has been following WCF the past few years knows all too well the long history between Seth and I. If you're new to the company, then you at least saw a bit of it at Payback when Seth and I engaged in a farce of a People's Title Match that was nothing more than an attempt by Seth to steal my belt. But he and I go way back to my first year in WCF when I was fucking his sister. It was a classic story really: Guy fucks the boss's sister, guy knocks up said sister and then the brother hires guy to kill the baby. Seriously, it's a story as old as time. So now back to present time, Seth has apparently decided to resume trying to stick it to me. First it was the attempt to steal my belt, now he's booking me in a match against Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu. But fear not, WCF faithful, it's not a real handicap match. No, see, I get the "honor" of having Biohazard as my tag partner. So instead of being an actual two on one handicap match, it's more like a, I dunno, two on one and a quarter handicap match. I mean seriously people, this isn't me shitting on Biohazard because he's a bad guy. I'm sure deep down he's a great guy. But he's a shit wrestler. A shit wrestler who's best move is spitting black shit on people. Now that's great if he were auditioning for a part in a Jurassic Park movie, but in a wrestling ring not so much.
So were left with Jayson Price versus Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu. The People's Champion versus two thirds of S-PAC. A former World Champion versus the Worst World Champion in WCF history and..I dunno, whatever the fuck Benjamin Atreyu has done. If he has in fact ever done anything."
Scoops rolls forward toward his microphone and leans in.
Scoops Callahan: "United States Champion and Tag Team Champion."
Jayson Price: "What's that?"
Scoops Callahan: "Atreyu. He was a US Champion and a Tag Champion at one time."
Jayson Price: "Well there you go. Thanks for doing your homework Scoops."
Scoops Callahan: "Well one of us ha-"
Price uses his foot to shove Scoops' chair away from the desk and the microphone. Scoops flips him the bird as Price takes a sip of his drink.
Jayson Price: "The point that I was trying to make, though, is the fact that in the past few weeks there has been no one on a better roll than yours truly. From the time that I came back after One, whether it was on Wednesday Night, Slam or at Payback, all I've done is fucking win matches. I won this People's Title and I've defended it successfully at least once a week for the past month and a half. No one, not one single person in WCF, has been running through the roster since One the way that I have. And what the fuck is my reward? Do I get a shot to main event Slam? Do I get a shot at one of the other champions? Do I at least get a fucking match worth me showing up for? No. I get a fucking handicap match. And let's get one thing straight, I'm not bitching about being put in a match that I can't win. I'm going to win this match and then I'm going to flip off Seth Lerch wherever he's watching from. No, I'm being vocal about this bullshit because it's just that. I deserve a whole hell of a lot better treatment on Slam and Seth Lerch knows that but he's too fucking high on himself to put me in a decent match. And before anyone stands up and says "Well what about Timebomb? You're in the main event." you need to realize that isn't Seth Lerch rewarding me, that's Seth Lerch giving the finger to myself and to Pantheon for being the only people in the WCF with the balls to tell his fucking ass to go to hell. You people think that if I weren't in Pantheon that I'd be in this match? I'd have gotten the Sarah Twilight treatment and been kept out of the main event featuring all former World Champions just for the hell of it. But we'll get to that later, let's go back to this Sunday night. This match is a fucking farce and a slap to the face to everyone. It's a slap to my face because it's a waste of my time. It's a slap to the face to you fans because you're going to have to watch me run through a second tier tag team. It's a slap to the face of S-PAC because Seth Lerch is feeding them to me when they could be doing...whatever the fuck it is they're doing these days. Battling PETA?"
Price looks over to Scoops to see if he has any answers but Scoops again flips him off.
Jayson Price: "You see, not even Scoops knows what these people are up to these days and that's his job. But whatever the fuck it is, they're instead being put in a position to get embarrassed in front of a live crowd. Now granted, there's usually a 99% chance of that happening on any give night, but tomorrow night it's going to get fucking ugly because of the mood I'm going to be in. But yes, it's a slap to their face as well. And for what reason? To punish me? This isn't a punishment. An annoyance? Sure. But not a punishment. You want to punish me, you fine me for shouting obscenities at fans. You tell me to go to AA. You-"
Scoops Callahan: "Are you seriously giving Seth ideas for how to punish you?"
Jayson Price: "I'm trying to make a point here Scoops. And besides, you really think I'd do any of that shit if Seth told me to do it?"
Scoops shakes his head and looks up at the clock.
Jayson Price: "Now as I was saying, if Seth Lerch wants to punish me for our past and for being one of the few people in WCF to not follow orders like a good little bitch, then so be it. But for fucks sake man, don't waste my time with bullshit like this. I'm holding a fucking title damn it, why am I not defending it on Slam? Fuck it, if it were up to me I'd be defending this belt on every Slam, Wednesday Night and PPV. I wouldn't be working thrown together matches or revenge matches for Seth to jerk off to."
Price pauses to finish off his drink and then signals for someone on the other side of the glass to come and refill it. While he waits he looks over at Scoops, who has pulled out a magazine and is leafing through it.
Jayson Price: "You still pissed at me for taking over your show?"
Scoops reply is a middle finger before going back to reading. An intern comes into the room and refills Price's glass before leaving. Price takes a sip and then leans back up to the microphone.
Jayson Price: "But it's not me making these matches, unfortunately. No it's out of my hands and it's you people that are suffering just as much as I am. But fuck it, as pissed as I am and as pissed as you should be, we're going to fucking stick it to the boss just as bad as he's trying to stick it to all of us. He wants Jayson Price to be backed against the wall? I'm going to knock that fucking wall down on top of him. I'm winning this fucking match tomorrow night and just like I said earlier I'm going to look in the camera and give Lerch the middle finger."
Scoops tosses his magazine to the side and rolls back up to his microphone.
Scoops Callahan: "You seem awfully confident about being able to take down both Cash and Atreyu."
Price looks over at Scoops and flashes him a smile.
Jayson Price: "Hi, I'm Jayson Price. Have we met before?"
Scoops Callahan: "That's cute. But listening to you just now I keep hearing you talk about sticking it to Seth and running through Cash and Atreyu and, the way it sounds, you're just tossing them aside like they were nothing. Like you're not taking them the least bit serious."
Jayson Price: "And?"
Scoops Callahan: "Are you absolutely sure you should be?"
Jayson Price: "What are you getting at Scoops?"
Scoops Callahan: "What I'm getting at is the fact that you're completely ignoring the idea that these two are going to give you a hell of a fight. You're walking into this match so damn full of yourself that you feel untouchable and you might just end up regretting that."
Jayson Price: "I regret nothing in this life Scoops. Except for maybe the ToT. And Shannan Lerch. Especially Shannan Lerch."
Scoops Callahan: "Will you be fucking serious for just once?"
Jayson Price: "Raise your voice to me again and I'll get real serious."
Scoops raises his hands and backs away from the desk.
Jayson Price: "All right Scoops, you want me to be serious? About what? Cash? All right, let's get serious. Waylon Cash, resident hillbilly slash stoner slash leader of the same stable that's been running around WCF for a while now and has absolutely nothing to show for it. Zip. Zilch. Nada. A little mid-card title here and there, maybe the tag titles at some point, but what the fuck is the point of winning small time belts to a stable when you can't accomplish anything of value. Does S-PAC even have a real mission these days? Because it honestly feels like the only reason they've bothered to stick together this long is because none of them would be able to do dick without having the other two to save them. And Cash? He's the epitome of the fucking group and their failures. On paper he's the best of their little group. The former World Champion. Might have only lasted a week, but he was there. And now? He's accomplished about as much as S-PAC as a whole has accomplished. People like to shit on the time I spent as World Champion, but despite what happened and how I lost the belt, I've been able to maintain a career that still ranks among the best to ever walk to the ring. I came back from losing the belt sooner than I expected and I've done more than just survive, I've thrived. I didn't fall right back to the bottom. We may have both ended up as part of a stable but rather than try leading a band of misfits with no mission, I became a part of groups that people actually gave a fuck about. The people that didn't like us, they at least respected us and what we were capable of. People don't remember it as S-PAC vs Genesis vs Pantheon, they just remember Genesis vs Pantheon. And then it was Bravado vs Cryogenix, with no one even realizing S-Pac was even still in the company. The best thing anyone can say about S-PAC is that they've managed to last in WCF but the fact is that they've only lasted because no one gives enough of a fuck about them to waste the time taking them out. But when the time comes that someone gets tired of the little gnats buzzing around they're going to get squashed and by god it'll be a fucking massacre.
As for Atreyu, well, if for a second you could imagine S-PAC to be WCF's version of the Three Stooges, Atreyu would be Joe Besser."
Scoops Callahan: "Who?"
Jayson Price: "Seriously? Aren't you from that time period? Joe Besser was the one Stooge that no one ever fucking remembers. Moe, Larry, Shemp, Curly and Curly Joe, everyone remembers them because they at least brought something to table. But Besser? Fuck, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who remembers the name, let alone care about what he did. And that's Atreyu. People know Waylon Cash. People know John Gable. Hell, people even know Scott Savage. And people know those three because they've at least done something of worth. Earlier you brought up the US Title and Tag Title reigns, but so what? Doc Henry has been Tag Champion. Lilith has been TV Champion. Hell, Seth Lerch has held the US Title. I've held all the belts out there but I've also made a name for myself doing shit in this company. Benjamin's been US Champion and the fourth wheel of S-PAC, which along with a quarter would be just enough for him to call home and talk to someone who knows he exists."
Price stops to finish off his drink and set it down on the desk. Seconds of silence pass before Scoops rolls his chair over to his microphone.
Scoops Callahan: "Anything else you'd like to get off your chest?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, eat a dick."
Price reaches over and bitch slaps Scoops out of his chair before standing up.
Jayson Price: "Support The Fuck Movement."
Price signals to the producer that he's done and then heads out of the room as the scene fades out to black.
