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February 15th, 2014
WCF Headquarters
Reading, Pennsylvania
Late Afternoon
The scene once again fades in on a shot of Jayson Price and Scoops Callahan as they sit inside of the studio that brings the WCF Audience "Scoops Corner". Scoops has his notecards in his hands but is looking at Price rather than down at his cards. The producer on the other side of the glass taps on it and then points to his watch but Scoops doesn't bother to look.
Scoops Callahan: "So are you going to let me do the interview this time?"
Jayson Price: "Of course Scoops, I respect you as a professional."
Scoops Callahan: "Cut the bullshit Price. If you're planning on hijacking my show again, at least have the decency to tell me first."
Jayson Price: "I'm not going to hijack your show again Scoops. Scouts honor."
Scoops Callahan: "Well all right then."
Scoops 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 our guest from last week, back again to talk about all things WCF. He's the current WCF People's Champion and a former WCF World Champion, Jayson Price. Jayson, good to have you back again."
Jayson Price: "Good to be back Scoopsy."
Scoops Callahan: "So what have you been doing with yourself since you were on the show last week?"
Jayson Price: "Drinking. And masturbating."
Scoops Callahan: "Uh, Jayson, it's a family show."
Jayson Price: "Well what the fuck Scoops? Don't ask me what I do with myself if you don't want to hear about it."
Scoops Callahan: "Fair enough, I suppose I should know better by now. So what do you say we get into what happened last week in your tag match?"
Jayson Price: "Must we?"
Scoops Callahan: "Of course, this is a wresting radio show after all. Now you were on the show last week to hype your tag match with Biohazard against Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu. You weren't very excited about the match and it carried over to Slam where you failed to come out for the beginning of the match and only decided to show up after being threatened with unemployment. Why pull such a stunt and put Biohazard in such a bad position?"
Jayson Price: "Because fuck Biohazard."
Scoops Callahan: "What?"
Jayson Price: "You heard me. Fuck Biohazard. I told you last week just what I thought of that high flying, black jizz spitting piece of shit."
Scoops Callahan: "But you seemed to care an awful lot about him halfway through the match."
Jayson Price: "False. I gave a fuck about trying to beat the ever loving fuck out of Cash and Atreyu after that little punk bitch Atreyu decided it would be a smart idea to slap me across the face. And if it hadn't been for my so called tag partner's inability to man up and tag me into the match, I would have been able to win the match and break those two cock suckers necks."
Scoops Callahan: "Jayson, again, this is a family show. If you could just tone back the language a little bit, I'd really-"
Price uses his foot to shove Scoops chair away from the desk and into the nearby wall.
Jayson Price: "Fuck off Scoops, the people need to hear the uncensored truth and not your watered down, family approved malarkey. I was on this show last week and I told everyone out there that Seth Lerch put me into that match for the sole reason of trying to embarrass me. And you know what? He fucking succeeded. It kills me inside to say it, but Lerch managed to pull it off. And you can mark my words when I say that it's not a mistake that will be made twice. But on to more important matters, Benj-"
Price is suddenly cut off when the glass in front of him explodes as a chair flies over his head. Price ducks to avoid getting glass in his face as Biohazard leaps through the now open hole. Price looks up to see what the hell is going on and Biohazard spits black ooze into his eyes. Biohazard now leaping off the desk and running out of the room as Price falls onto the floor trying to get the stuff out of his eyes. Scoops stifles back laughter as he rolls back over to the desk.
Scoops Callahan: "All right folks, I think we're going to have to cut to a commercial break while Price cleans himself up."
Scoops hits a button and some music plays as the scene cuts to black.
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February 15th, 2014
Location Unknown
Late Evening
The scene opens with a close-up of a nameplate bearing the name "Jayson Price". The camera slowly pulls back on the WCF People's Title which bears the name, and then continues to pull back until Jayson Price is fully in view. The rest of the setting is rather plain, just an empty room lit up by a single overhead light beaming down from the ceiling. Price slowly twists his body from side to side, letting the light dance over the gold faceplate of the title belt, letting it glisten for the camera. He then reaches inside of his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, from which he pulls out the last one before crumpling up the pack and tossing it nonchalantly to the side. He then pulls a silver lighter from the pocket and flicks it open as he looks toward the camera.
Jayson Price: "You know, if I were the type of person to believe in karma and all of that other spiritual bullshit, I'd think that the universe really did in fact have it in for me. I mean, here I am, the People's Champion and one week away from main eventing Payback in a match for the World Title, and once again I'm being forced into a match against someone from S-PAC. Granted, I'm not opposed to getting the chance to get a small measure of revenge for last week, but a week out from Payback and a World Title Match, how am I not in a more important match. I'm main eventing Slam but as the People's Champion, do I not deserve a more valuable opponent? Maybe someone else from the Payback main event? Or, I don't know, maybe whoever the number one contender for my title is? But alas, I guess it just is what it is and, like everyone else, I should just go with it. I should become another yes man that conforms to the rules and keeps his mouth shut about certain matters. And most importantly, I should never, ever question authority. Then again, where's the fun it that?"
Price pauses to light his cigarette and tuck the lighter back into his pocket. He then begins to walk toward the camera as it slowly pulls the zoom back until the full size of the room is revealed. Hundreds of pictures cover the three remaining walls, all of them of Seth Lerch, and each with a red "X" scrawled over his face. The camera then pans down to the floor where a body is lying on the floor, the ankles and wrists bound with duct tape and a black sack covering the head.
Jayson Price: "You see I refuse to submit to authority, especially one that is as corrupt as WCF Management. I am expected to obey their orders and to adhere to their rules, while they routinely do as they please. Our owner, the one man who has more expected of him than any other in this company, feels that he can do what he wants and suffer no consequences. Well I beg to differ."
Price drops to his knees beside the head of the person on the floor and puts the People's Title on the ground beside him as rests his hands on the sides of the burlap sack. Price then pulls the sack away to reveal an unconscious Cameraman Bob, his face badly bruised.
Jayson Price: "I've decided that Bob here would be suitable for this as he himself was recently found guilty of having a similar mindset. Isn't that right Bob-o?"
Price lightly slaps Bob's cheek to no response.
Jayson Price: "Much like how Seth Lerch believes that he can do anything, including devaluing my People's Title, placing me in tag team matches with the likes of Biohazard simply to make it difficult for me to succeed and threatening to fire me for no reason whatsoever, Bob here feels the same. You see yesterday, Bob here decided that it would be okay to get drunk and piss on my bedroom floor. And while the two scenarios are greatly different in magnitude, they share the same message. People no longer feel as though they should be held accountable for their actions, no matter the severity. Well I say the time for change has come."
Price takes a final drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke up into the air before jamming the lit end of the cigarette into Bob's neck. The searing pain jars Bob from his unconscious state as he begins to scream in agony. Price pulls the cigarette off and throws it to the side as he admires the small, circular burn left over. The screaming eventually becomes annoying to Price so he grabs a nearby roll of duct tape and rips off a strip before slapping it over Bob's mouth. A pair of rather large men, both dressed in black with ski masks covering their faces, walk into the scene and pick up Bob before carrying him out of the camera's view. Price stands back up and dusts himself off before looking back into the camera.
Jayson Price: "Now for the other matter at hand, my upcoming match on Slam. I have no idea what I'm even doing in this match in the first place, but then again I shouldn't be too shocked as it seems as of late I'm being thrown into random matches on Slam constantly. Benjamin Atreyu? Last week yourself and Waylon Cash were able to walk out of Slam with the win over Biohazard and myself. Now I could stand here and talk all about how it was Biohazard that got pinned and how I never actually had the chance to get into the ring during the match, but you know all about that. You were right there, it's not like you need reminded. But what I do want to remind you of is how you thought it would be wise to slap me while I stood on the apron. I was perfectly content with you and Waylon Cash beating the shit out of Biohazard. I wanted nothing to do with him, you, Cash or the match, but you brought it on yourself to walk over to my corner and put your hands on me in the most disrespectful of manners.
Benjamin last week when I was on Scoops' show, I talked about the fact that I and the world knew who Waylon Cash was but that nobody knew who you were. Well now I can say without a doubt that I know who Benjamin Atreyu is. And that isn't good for you. When you were just another name on the card that I looked over, somebody that I gave no fucks about, you were just fine. But now that I know your name you're eternally fucked because I'm coming after you one hundred fucking percent with the sole purpose of putting you six feet under. If you honestly believed that you could show me that kind of disrespect on national television without consequence you were sorely mistaken. Last week I was all about the jokes when it came to you while discussing the match. I compared you to the lesser known Stooge and S-PAC member along with a few other little jabs. But this week it's not about the fucking jokes, it's all about the fucking action.
You might think of yourself as a worthwhile competitor and maybe you are, but this week on Slam you aren't stepping into the ring with Waylon Cash at your side and looking across the ring at myself and Biohazard. There isn't going to be any of your buddies there to save you and there won't be a clown for you to play with while trying to piss me the fuck off. All there is going to be is you and me in that ring going one on one and in that regard you are seriously fucked. You might have been able to throw Biohazard all over the place and make him look like a rag doll, but do you honestly expect to be able to do the same against a man that has, from day one, proven himself to be one of the best of all time? I'm not like the piece of shit former World Champion that you buddy around with, I'm one of the most decorated champions of all time. I've beaten the best that WCF has ever had to offer convincingly from day one. You? You're not the worst competitor I've ever faced but you are most certainly not one of the best.
Benjamin, you fucked yourself the second you decided to slap me across the face. I don't know what was going through your mind, maybe you thought you were playing up to the crowd or you thought it would just be funny, but you pissed off the wrong fucking person with that one slap. Last week you and Cash faced off against the Price that was uncaring, unfocused and just generally didn't give a fuck, and you beat his team. This week I'm coming straight for your fucking head and I'm going to get the win to right the wrong."
The sound of a knock at a door draws his attention to his right. The camera follows him as he walks over to a door and opens it. He walks in and the camera follows, watching as Price walks up to Bob who is laying on the ground, still conscious but lying in a pool of steadily growing blood. Price motions to the two masked men to lift Bob up to his feet and they do so. Price walks up to Bob and puts his hand under his chin, pushing his head up so they can look at each other eye to eye.
Jayson Price: "It's a real shame Bob, you and I have been friends for quite some time. I've always tried my best to put up with your shit but lately you've just been getting more and more-"
Price is cut off as Bob spits a wad of blood and phlegm into his face. Price's face goes red and he grabs hold of Bob's head before dropping him face first onto the concrete floor with The Downfall. Price gets back up and looks at each of the masked men and nods before he turns and walks off, wiping his face off with his sleeve. The scene begins to fades out as he pushes the door shut, leaving only the sound of flesh hitting flesh as the scene goes black.
WCF Headquarters
Reading, Pennsylvania
Late Afternoon
The scene once again fades in on a shot of Jayson Price and Scoops Callahan as they sit inside of the studio that brings the WCF Audience "Scoops Corner". Scoops has his notecards in his hands but is looking at Price rather than down at his cards. The producer on the other side of the glass taps on it and then points to his watch but Scoops doesn't bother to look.
Scoops Callahan: "So are you going to let me do the interview this time?"
Jayson Price: "Of course Scoops, I respect you as a professional."
Scoops Callahan: "Cut the bullshit Price. If you're planning on hijacking my show again, at least have the decency to tell me first."
Jayson Price: "I'm not going to hijack your show again Scoops. Scouts honor."
Scoops Callahan: "Well all right then."
Scoops 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 our guest from last week, back again to talk about all things WCF. He's the current WCF People's Champion and a former WCF World Champion, Jayson Price. Jayson, good to have you back again."
Jayson Price: "Good to be back Scoopsy."
Scoops Callahan: "So what have you been doing with yourself since you were on the show last week?"
Jayson Price: "Drinking. And masturbating."
Scoops Callahan: "Uh, Jayson, it's a family show."
Jayson Price: "Well what the fuck Scoops? Don't ask me what I do with myself if you don't want to hear about it."
Scoops Callahan: "Fair enough, I suppose I should know better by now. So what do you say we get into what happened last week in your tag match?"
Jayson Price: "Must we?"
Scoops Callahan: "Of course, this is a wresting radio show after all. Now you were on the show last week to hype your tag match with Biohazard against Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu. You weren't very excited about the match and it carried over to Slam where you failed to come out for the beginning of the match and only decided to show up after being threatened with unemployment. Why pull such a stunt and put Biohazard in such a bad position?"
Jayson Price: "Because fuck Biohazard."
Scoops Callahan: "What?"
Jayson Price: "You heard me. Fuck Biohazard. I told you last week just what I thought of that high flying, black jizz spitting piece of shit."
Scoops Callahan: "But you seemed to care an awful lot about him halfway through the match."
Jayson Price: "False. I gave a fuck about trying to beat the ever loving fuck out of Cash and Atreyu after that little punk bitch Atreyu decided it would be a smart idea to slap me across the face. And if it hadn't been for my so called tag partner's inability to man up and tag me into the match, I would have been able to win the match and break those two cock suckers necks."
Scoops Callahan: "Jayson, again, this is a family show. If you could just tone back the language a little bit, I'd really-"
Price uses his foot to shove Scoops chair away from the desk and into the nearby wall.
Jayson Price: "Fuck off Scoops, the people need to hear the uncensored truth and not your watered down, family approved malarkey. I was on this show last week and I told everyone out there that Seth Lerch put me into that match for the sole reason of trying to embarrass me. And you know what? He fucking succeeded. It kills me inside to say it, but Lerch managed to pull it off. And you can mark my words when I say that it's not a mistake that will be made twice. But on to more important matters, Benj-"
Price is suddenly cut off when the glass in front of him explodes as a chair flies over his head. Price ducks to avoid getting glass in his face as Biohazard leaps through the now open hole. Price looks up to see what the hell is going on and Biohazard spits black ooze into his eyes. Biohazard now leaping off the desk and running out of the room as Price falls onto the floor trying to get the stuff out of his eyes. Scoops stifles back laughter as he rolls back over to the desk.
Scoops Callahan: "All right folks, I think we're going to have to cut to a commercial break while Price cleans himself up."
Scoops hits a button and some music plays as the scene cuts to black.
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February 15th, 2014
Location Unknown
Late Evening
The scene opens with a close-up of a nameplate bearing the name "Jayson Price". The camera slowly pulls back on the WCF People's Title which bears the name, and then continues to pull back until Jayson Price is fully in view. The rest of the setting is rather plain, just an empty room lit up by a single overhead light beaming down from the ceiling. Price slowly twists his body from side to side, letting the light dance over the gold faceplate of the title belt, letting it glisten for the camera. He then reaches inside of his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, from which he pulls out the last one before crumpling up the pack and tossing it nonchalantly to the side. He then pulls a silver lighter from the pocket and flicks it open as he looks toward the camera.
Jayson Price: "You know, if I were the type of person to believe in karma and all of that other spiritual bullshit, I'd think that the universe really did in fact have it in for me. I mean, here I am, the People's Champion and one week away from main eventing Payback in a match for the World Title, and once again I'm being forced into a match against someone from S-PAC. Granted, I'm not opposed to getting the chance to get a small measure of revenge for last week, but a week out from Payback and a World Title Match, how am I not in a more important match. I'm main eventing Slam but as the People's Champion, do I not deserve a more valuable opponent? Maybe someone else from the Payback main event? Or, I don't know, maybe whoever the number one contender for my title is? But alas, I guess it just is what it is and, like everyone else, I should just go with it. I should become another yes man that conforms to the rules and keeps his mouth shut about certain matters. And most importantly, I should never, ever question authority. Then again, where's the fun it that?"
Price pauses to light his cigarette and tuck the lighter back into his pocket. He then begins to walk toward the camera as it slowly pulls the zoom back until the full size of the room is revealed. Hundreds of pictures cover the three remaining walls, all of them of Seth Lerch, and each with a red "X" scrawled over his face. The camera then pans down to the floor where a body is lying on the floor, the ankles and wrists bound with duct tape and a black sack covering the head.
Jayson Price: "You see I refuse to submit to authority, especially one that is as corrupt as WCF Management. I am expected to obey their orders and to adhere to their rules, while they routinely do as they please. Our owner, the one man who has more expected of him than any other in this company, feels that he can do what he wants and suffer no consequences. Well I beg to differ."
Price drops to his knees beside the head of the person on the floor and puts the People's Title on the ground beside him as rests his hands on the sides of the burlap sack. Price then pulls the sack away to reveal an unconscious Cameraman Bob, his face badly bruised.
Jayson Price: "I've decided that Bob here would be suitable for this as he himself was recently found guilty of having a similar mindset. Isn't that right Bob-o?"
Price lightly slaps Bob's cheek to no response.
Jayson Price: "Much like how Seth Lerch believes that he can do anything, including devaluing my People's Title, placing me in tag team matches with the likes of Biohazard simply to make it difficult for me to succeed and threatening to fire me for no reason whatsoever, Bob here feels the same. You see yesterday, Bob here decided that it would be okay to get drunk and piss on my bedroom floor. And while the two scenarios are greatly different in magnitude, they share the same message. People no longer feel as though they should be held accountable for their actions, no matter the severity. Well I say the time for change has come."
Price takes a final drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke up into the air before jamming the lit end of the cigarette into Bob's neck. The searing pain jars Bob from his unconscious state as he begins to scream in agony. Price pulls the cigarette off and throws it to the side as he admires the small, circular burn left over. The screaming eventually becomes annoying to Price so he grabs a nearby roll of duct tape and rips off a strip before slapping it over Bob's mouth. A pair of rather large men, both dressed in black with ski masks covering their faces, walk into the scene and pick up Bob before carrying him out of the camera's view. Price stands back up and dusts himself off before looking back into the camera.
Jayson Price: "Now for the other matter at hand, my upcoming match on Slam. I have no idea what I'm even doing in this match in the first place, but then again I shouldn't be too shocked as it seems as of late I'm being thrown into random matches on Slam constantly. Benjamin Atreyu? Last week yourself and Waylon Cash were able to walk out of Slam with the win over Biohazard and myself. Now I could stand here and talk all about how it was Biohazard that got pinned and how I never actually had the chance to get into the ring during the match, but you know all about that. You were right there, it's not like you need reminded. But what I do want to remind you of is how you thought it would be wise to slap me while I stood on the apron. I was perfectly content with you and Waylon Cash beating the shit out of Biohazard. I wanted nothing to do with him, you, Cash or the match, but you brought it on yourself to walk over to my corner and put your hands on me in the most disrespectful of manners.
Benjamin last week when I was on Scoops' show, I talked about the fact that I and the world knew who Waylon Cash was but that nobody knew who you were. Well now I can say without a doubt that I know who Benjamin Atreyu is. And that isn't good for you. When you were just another name on the card that I looked over, somebody that I gave no fucks about, you were just fine. But now that I know your name you're eternally fucked because I'm coming after you one hundred fucking percent with the sole purpose of putting you six feet under. If you honestly believed that you could show me that kind of disrespect on national television without consequence you were sorely mistaken. Last week I was all about the jokes when it came to you while discussing the match. I compared you to the lesser known Stooge and S-PAC member along with a few other little jabs. But this week it's not about the fucking jokes, it's all about the fucking action.
You might think of yourself as a worthwhile competitor and maybe you are, but this week on Slam you aren't stepping into the ring with Waylon Cash at your side and looking across the ring at myself and Biohazard. There isn't going to be any of your buddies there to save you and there won't be a clown for you to play with while trying to piss me the fuck off. All there is going to be is you and me in that ring going one on one and in that regard you are seriously fucked. You might have been able to throw Biohazard all over the place and make him look like a rag doll, but do you honestly expect to be able to do the same against a man that has, from day one, proven himself to be one of the best of all time? I'm not like the piece of shit former World Champion that you buddy around with, I'm one of the most decorated champions of all time. I've beaten the best that WCF has ever had to offer convincingly from day one. You? You're not the worst competitor I've ever faced but you are most certainly not one of the best.
Benjamin, you fucked yourself the second you decided to slap me across the face. I don't know what was going through your mind, maybe you thought you were playing up to the crowd or you thought it would just be funny, but you pissed off the wrong fucking person with that one slap. Last week you and Cash faced off against the Price that was uncaring, unfocused and just generally didn't give a fuck, and you beat his team. This week I'm coming straight for your fucking head and I'm going to get the win to right the wrong."
The sound of a knock at a door draws his attention to his right. The camera follows him as he walks over to a door and opens it. He walks in and the camera follows, watching as Price walks up to Bob who is laying on the ground, still conscious but lying in a pool of steadily growing blood. Price motions to the two masked men to lift Bob up to his feet and they do so. Price walks up to Bob and puts his hand under his chin, pushing his head up so they can look at each other eye to eye.
Jayson Price: "It's a real shame Bob, you and I have been friends for quite some time. I've always tried my best to put up with your shit but lately you've just been getting more and more-"
Price is cut off as Bob spits a wad of blood and phlegm into his face. Price's face goes red and he grabs hold of Bob's head before dropping him face first onto the concrete floor with The Downfall. Price gets back up and looks at each of the masked men and nods before he turns and walks off, wiping his face off with his sleeve. The scene begins to fades out as he pushes the door shut, leaving only the sound of flesh hitting flesh as the scene goes black.
