Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 15:02:06 GMT -5
February 23rd, 2014
Price Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
12:00PM
The scene slowly fades in on the inside of the Bar and Nightclub located inside of Price Tower. Jayson Price is sitting at the head of a round table, his elbows up on the table and his fingers intertwined as he stares down into his glass of Jack Daniels.
Jayson Price: "I guess all of the guys were right."
The camera moves around to behind Price and pulls back to give us a wide view of the entire room. There are three other Jayson Price's seated at the table, all with their heads down on the table and unconscious. Two more Price's are out cold on the floor. The camera zooms in on the first one to Price's right and we see a trickle of blood coming from his mouth.
Jayson Price: "This was a really bad idea."
Cut scene. Fade to black.
Tower Voice: "Sir, if I may, this is without a doubt the most overly complicated and ridiculous idea I've ever heard you come up with. And that is truly saying something as I've been present during all of your additions to the tower."
The voice of JFPF Tower can be heard as the scene slowly fades in on the inside of not the top floor of the tower. Or the inside of any of the other floors inside the tower. Instead, as the scene slowly fades in, we find ourselves sitting in the passenger seat of Jayson Price's car as he navigates the streets of South Philadelphia. A blue light from the dashboard display illuminates the interior of the car and Price himself as the voice of the tower comes in through the sound system.
Tower Voice: "Sir, would you please come back to the tower and rethink your strategy? I believe your time could be far better used strategizing for your match at Timebomb."
Jayson Price: "Well what the fuck do you think I'm doing right now? I'm headed out to do a little strategizing."
Tower Voice: "Sir, what you're planning to do is a waste of your time. Would you please just listen to me this one time?"
Jayson Price: "Tell you what, next time I'll totally listen to whatever advice you want to throw my way. But tonight, I'm doing this my way."
Tower Voice: "I thought you might feel this way, Sir. So I went ahead and placed a few phone calls to some people that you might actually listen to."
Jayson Price: "You did what?"
Tower Voice: "Go ahead, he's on the line."
Corey Black: "Price, you idiot, what in the hell are you doing?"
Jayson Price: "Strategizing!"
Corey Black: "No you're not. Your little HAL Bot thing called and told me exactly what you're up to. Now stop being a moron and listen to R2-D2 before I decide to hop on a plane to Philly and take a machete to your hand."
Jayson Price: "You'd never be able to get your machete past TSA."
You can hear the facepalming over the speakers as Steve Orbit is the next one to speak up.
Steve Orbit: "Price?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah Steve?"
Steve Orbit: "You got a tower that talks?"
Jayson Price: "Pantheon, bitch. Welcome to the party."
Steve Orbit: "I...I don't even know what to say."
Corey Black: "Tell him he's a moron for going through with his plan."
Steve Orbit: "Oh yeah. Look, bro, I'm sure it looks like a solid pan on paper, but you need to think this shit through playa. You got to see this is just plain old ridiculous."
Jayson Price: "More ridiculous than wrestling in what looks like gator skin boxer shorts?"
Steve Orbit: "They're custom made!"
Jonny Fly: "All right, that's enough. Price, what the hell man?"
Jayson Price: "What?"
Jonny Fly: "You've got three human voices of reason and the voice of a supercomputer thing telling you that you're acting like a moron right now and you're still blowing us off?"
Jayson Price: "Hey, you and Orbit have your own ways of getting ready for Timebomb. Orbit hosts Giant Vagina game shows in his basement, which, by the way Steve, I'm still going to kill you for putting the image of Twilight's snatch in my head, and Fly you just want to hang out with us and a stupid bird-"
Jonny Fly: "Don't you dare talk bad about Wayne!"
Jayson Price: "First of all, Wayne Newgull is a stupid fucking name. Everyone knows when you name a seagull, you make a god damn pun. You don't just pick a celebrity and butcher their name. Secondly, it's a stupid bird."
Jonny Fly: "Well I never!"
The sound of a phone being slammed down and hung up echoes throughout the car, which is a bit odd because who the hell still has a phone that you can slam?
Corey Black: "Fly was right, you need to listen to reason already and knock off this shit."
Steve Orbit: "Yeah homey, listen to the man."
Jayson Price: "Hmm, maybe you guys have a point."
Corey Black: "So are you actually going take our advice this time?"
Jayson Price: "Nope!"
Price reaches out and pokes a button on the display, ending the conference call. The blue light from the display flashes a few times before the tower voice speaks back up.
Tower Voice: "Sir, must you insist on shutting out the wisdom of your friends? They're merely looking out for you."
Jayson Price: "Let's get one thing straight. Until Monday morning, once Timebomb is over and done with and I'm laying in bed with the World Title resting comfortably on the pillow beside me, I have no friends. Until Monday morning, Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly are nothing more than two of the five men that I'm going to have to deal with to reclaim the title of World Champion."
Tower Voice: "Well what about Corey Black, Sir?"
Jayson Price: "He'll be fine. And if he's that butthurt about me hanging up on him he can always cuddle up with his machete."
Tower Voice: "Sir, I-"
Jayson Price: "Enough. Seriously, I'm tired of you second guessing me everytime I let what I'm planning slip out in front of you. Honestly I don't even know why I haven't had someone rip out whatever it is that makes you be able to second guess me. From now on either you support me or you keep your computer mouth or speaker or whatever the fuck it is you use to communicate shut. You got it?"
There's a long pause as Price looks down from the road at the display screen.
Jayson Price: "I said, do you fucking got it?"
Tower Voice: "If that is what you wish, Sir. Is there anything I can do to be of assistance?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, get me Hank Brown on the line."
Tower Voice: "Very well, Sir."
Silence comes over the car as the light from the display dulls. Price comes to a stop at a red light and drums his fingers on the steering wheel as he looks around at the dark Philly streets. The light finally flicks to green and Price heads through the intersection when the sound of a phone dialing comes over the speakers. It rings a few times and then we can finally hear someone pick up.
Hank Brown: "Hello?"
Jayson Price: "Hank! How the fuck are you doing man?"
Hank Brown: "Price? How in the hell did you get my new number?"
Jayson Price: "Oh, you know, super tower computer and shit."
Hank Brown: "God damn it! Well what the hell do you want? I'm not coming back over to that tower of yours, if that's what you're calling about?"
Jayson Price: "Well why the hell not? I thought we had a good time last night? I mean, I didn't beat you up or anything."
Hank Brown: "I said no Price."
Jayson Price: "Wait! What if I said I didn't want you to come over to the tower? What if I called to ask if you wanted to go on an adventure?"
Hank Brown: "Well that changes everything!"
Jayson Price: "Really?"
Hank Brown: "No! Adios mother fucker!"
Silence once again fills the car as Hank hangs up on Price.
Jayson Price: "Well....fuck. You know what, I don't need him this time. I'm perfectly capable of going out and doing shit on my own, right?"
Price turns his head to the side and looks to the cameraman sitting in the passenger seat for support.
Cameraman Stu: "Uh, I'm not really the talking cameraman type that Bob was."
Jayson Price: "...could you be?"
Cameraman Stu: "Well it's not really my style, you see."
Jayson Price: "Oh."
Price suddenly slams on the brakes and the cameraman, who was apparently too cool to wear a seat belt, is propelled forward and smacks nose first into the dashboard. The camera tumbles to the floor but still somehow manages to stay perfectly focused on Price.
Jayson Price: "Is it your style now?"
The cameraman manages a weak "yes" as he cradles his nose with his right hand and picks up the camera with his left.
Jayson Price: "By the way, if I were you I'd make sure that no blood got on the dash, floor or seats."
Cameraman Stu: "Got it."
Jayson Price: "Now then, you were sitting there during all of that conversing with the guys, what's your take?"
Cameraman Stu: "Uh...they're assholes?"
Price reaches over and smacks Stu upside the head.
Jayson Price: "Hey, watch what you say about those dickheads."
Cameraman Stu: "Okay, okay. Uh, they just don't get what you're planning."
Jayson Price: "A bit overstated already, but correct. Corey, Jonny and Steve are all good guys and I'm sure that they are simply trying to act as friends should. But as I told the tower, right now I have no friends but myself. I'm a Pantheon guy through and through, except for the next 24 hours when I'm simply a Jayson Price guy. Steve and Jonny, they'll understand. I'm sure as soon as they got off the phone they went right back to whatever last minute planning they were doing themselves."
Cameraman Stu: "Well the thing is, they're probably actually planning. Not just driving around searching for some abandoned shack that you once visited."
Price turns his head and looks into the camera.
Jayson Price: "Seriously? Did you just call it "some shack"?"
Cameraman Stu: "I mean, what the hell do I know? I'm sure it's a great shack!"
Jayson Price: "You're god damn right it's a great shack. Now I just have to remember where the god damn thing was."
Price again comes to a stop at a red light as he looks down at the dash display, hoping to hear back from the tower about any developments on it's search. The cameraman uses this time to stare out the window when he sees something of interest.
Cameraman Stu: "Is that it?"
Jayson Price: "Don't be an idiot. I've been searching all over this city for this shack for the last month. There's no way you're going to spot it twenty minutes after I told you what to look for."
Cameraman Stu: "But-"
Jayson Price: "Will you shut the fu-"
Price looks up from the display, ready to hit the cameraman again, when he spots what the cameraman is looking at.
Jayson Price: "Son of a bitch, you found it after only twenty minutes of looking for it."
The cameraman is finally smart enough to swing the camera so it's pointed out the side window so we can see what the hell they're looking at. It's a large abandoned warehouse, tucked away behind a chain link fence and surrounded by weeds and debris. From where they're sitting, they can see a small wooden shack just behind the warehouse with a bit of light peeking through the cracks in the wood.
Cameraman Stu: "So wait, we're actually going to go in there?"
Jayson Price: "Well yeah, that was the plan."
Cameraman Stu: "Really? Because I'm a getting a real rapey vibe from this place."
The stoplight finally turns green and Price goes through the intersection before veering off to the right and pulling up alongside the curb. He shuts off the car and steps out onto the street, taking a look around at the surroundings.
Jayson Price: "Heh, Bob said the same thing."
Cameraman Stu: "Seriously?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, right before he got raped by a hobo."
Price walks around the side of the car and steps up onto the sidewalk, looking for a hole in the fence somewhere. Finally he spots the hole that he and Bob used the last time that they were here and pushes through it. Cameraman Stu appears a bit less enthusiastic about the idea.
Jayson Price: "Oh come on already. I was joking about the whole rape thing."
Cameraman Stu: "Yeah I kind of figured that, but I still don't like the looks of this place."
Jayson Price: "Quit being such a little Bob and follow me."
Stu pushes his way through the hole in the fence and then rushes to catch up with Price as he makes his way through the tall weeds and trash around the side of the warehouse. The light inside of the shack flickers on and off a few times as the pair approach it.
Cameraman Stu: "An abandoned shack, behind an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of the night on the outskirts of one of the worst areas in Philadelphia and now the lights inside are flickering. Come on Price, let's get the hell out of here and hit a titty bar. I'll buy you a lap dance!"
Jayson Price: "Bitch I got a titty bar in my tower. Now come on."
Price walks right up to the door of the shack and raises his first, ready to knock, when he instead stops and then steps off to the side.
Cameraman Stu: "The hell are you doing?"
Jayson Price: "Remembering what happens next."
Cameraman Stu: "The hell are you ta-"
The door to the shack is suddenly thrust open and Stu is hit in the face with a handful of something brown and sticky. Stu falls back and lands on the ground, struggling to clean off whatever the hell is on his face.
Cameraman Stu: "OH GOD! MY FACE! WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!?!"
Jayson Price: "Exactly."
Shack Guy: "You god damn kids! I told you once, I'll tell you again, stay away from my shack!"
Jayson Price: "Hey, Shack Guy, calm the fuck down. It's me."
Shack Guy: "Me? Who's me?"
Price steps out in front of the doorway with his hands in the air to show he means no harm. A frail, older man with wild, white hair is standing with a handful of the same brown stuff that Stu is trying to scrape off of his face at the ready.
Jayson Price: "You don't remember me? I was here about a year ago to talk with you about your time machine."
Shack Guy: "Oh it's you! Well why didn't you just say so!"
The shack guy tosses the pile of brown stuff to the side and then waves for Jayson to come on in. Stu continues to try getting the stuff off of his face as Price and the shack guy make their way to back of the small structure where the time machine is stored. The machine is no longer a circular device hooked up to computers, rather it looks more like a phone booth. And not one of those goddamn red English phone booths or the retarded blue one from a certain television show, but the old school type you used to see on the streets in America.
Jayson Price: "All right, time for an excellent adventure."
Shack Guy: "What was that?"
Jayson Price: "Err, nothing. So does it still work?"
Shack Guy: "Well of course my boy! I've made a few adjustments and calculations and I do believe I've fixed the problem that caused you to come back from the past so quickly."
Jayson Price: "Good, good. Look I need another favor, Doc. I need you to send me and my friend back in time so that I can-"
Shack Guy: "No need to explain, all you had to do was mention time travel and I was on board."
Jayson Price: "Great, thanks Doc. Hurry up and get in here you slow bastard."
Stu stumbles into the shack still trying to scrape off the remaining brown goo from his face. The shack guy tosses him a dirty towel to help before turning back to the computers hooked up to the phone booth and turning it on.
Shack Guy: "Now then, when exactly are we sending you to?"
Price smiles and then reaches into his pocket before pulling out a sheet of notebook paper. He unfolds it and then hands it over to the shack guy. He looks down at the paper, reads over what's written down, then looks back up at Price confused.
Shack Guy: "You...you're not thinking about doing what I think you're thinking about doing?"
Price nods and then stares ahead at the phone booth as the shack guy looks back down at the paper in front of him.
Shack Guy: "I don't even know if this is going to work. Sure, I've been able to send people back, but this? We could destroy the universe!"
Jayson Price: "Don't think about the negatives, just imagine the possibilities if this is a success."
Shack Guy: "But what if you die?!?!"
Jayson Price: "Well then I go down as the first person to actually die as a result of time travel and become famous. It's a win either way."
The shack guy starts to say something but then decides he's fighting a losing battle. He nods his head and then sets the paper down on his small table beside one of the computer monitors and punches a few keys. The phone booth begins to hum before a white light appears inside.
Shack Guy: "All right, if you're sure this is what you want to do. You just have to step inside and shut the door and the machine will do the rest."
Jayson Price: "What will I have to do to complete the rest of the things on the list."
Shack Guy: "I'll be monitoring the machine from here. Once you're done doing what you need to do in the past, you just get back in the machine and I'll do the rest."
Jayson Price: "Good enough for me Doc. Come on Stu!"
Price grabs Stu by the back of his shirt and shoves him into the phone booth. Price then steps in behind him, waves to the shack guy and then pulls the door shut. The machine's hum grows louder and the white light intensifies. Suddenly the machine begins to rock as the humming grows even louder. The shack guy checks the readings on the computer monitor as we go to the inside of the booth.
Cameraman Stu: "GOD DAMN YOU PRICE! IF WE DIE I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IN HELL!"
Jayson Price: "FUCK YOU! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Price throws up his hands like he's on a roller coaster and yells "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" as the white light turns to a calming blue. A warm feeling flows over both men as the machine stops rocking.
Cameraman Stu: "...is it over?"
Jayson Price: "Aww, it was just starting to get fun."
The blue light slowly fades out, as does the humming sound. Minutes pass as both Price and Stu wait for some kind of signal that it's safe to step out.
Cameraman Stu: "Well?"
Jayson Price: "Well what?"
Cameraman Stu: "You've done this before, is it over? Are we there?"
Jayson Price: "I dunno, go check."
Stu starts to protest when Price throws open the door and shoves him outside. Price quickly pulls the door back shut as he waits for word from Stu.
Jayson Price: "Is it safe?"
Cameraman Stu: "Fuck you Price. Get your ass out here."
Price throws open the door and walks out the door and back into 2009 South Philadelphia. Price and Stu are currently standing in the middle of an empty street, staring ahead at a row of rundown townhouses.
Cameraman Stu: "Well we're here. Now would you mind finally telling me why we traveled back to 2009?"
Jayson Price: "I've got something I need to pick up."
The scene slowly fades out to black as Price walks right on up to one of the townhouses and begins to pound on the door. The door opens and the last thing we see is Price dragging a slightly younger version of himself through the doorway.
Jayson Price: "Now then gentlemen, shall we begin?"
The scene fades back in on the inside of the Bar and Nightclub located inside of Price Tower. Jayson Price is standing at the head of a round table, looking around at the five Price's sitting in front of him. There's the 2009 Price that came into WCF as a rookie and tore the house down nightly. There's the 2010 Price still sporting a neck brace from when Logan broke his neck. 2011 Price is there sporting one of the WCF Tag Titles as he's yet to lose it in his own time period. 2012 Price has half of his face covered in face paint and is in the middle of choking himself, and 2013 Price is staring at his reflection in the WCF United States Title. None of the 5 seem to be paying much attention to current Price as they're deep in conversation with each other. Except 2012 Price, who is now on the floor choking himself. Cameraman Stu enters the room and hands Price a wooden gavel, which he uses to bang on the table. 2012 Price jumps back up into his seat and all five men turn their attention to the front.
Jayson Price: "Now then, there's a reason why I asked for all five of you to join me."
2009 Price: "Asked? You showed up at my house and kidnapped me!"
The other Price's nod their heads in agreement.
Jayson Price: "Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up before I jam this gavel down your throat?"
2009 Price jumps up out of his seat.
2009 Price: "Go ahead! You kill me and you'll kill yourself."
Jayson Price: "...fuck, that's right. Butterfly effect and whatnot. Fine, but I can still kick your ass."
2009 Price decides it best to take his seat as Jayson pounds the gavel on the table some more before taking his seat.
Jayson Price: "Now then, the reason that I gathered the five you here today is that in a few hours I will be walking into the main event of Timebomb to compete for the World Title."
2012 Price's eyes grow wide at this announcement.
2012 Price: "Whatever you do, don't-"
Jayson Price: "Don't fuck it up, yeah I know. Trust me, I've heard that enough times already."
2011 Price: "What you mean fucked up one of our reigns as World Champion?"
Jayson Price: "Actually it was just the one reign. The only reign, to be exact."
2010 Price: "Only reign?!?! You mean you've been in the WCF for almost 5 years and you've only one the World Title once?"
Jayson Price: "Hey, fuck you. Now then, about this match."
2011 Price: "Fuck this match, I want to know how you fucked up our first World Title run so that I know how to avoid it. And how I ended up looking like him."
Jayson Price: "Well the competition was a hell of a lot tougher in 2012 and shit just happened. But we had a hell of a match at XIII to win the belt."
2009 Price: "You mean Corey Black is still around in 2012?"
Jayson Price: "Unfortunately."
2009 Price: "Fuck."
Jayson Price: "Anyway, we drop the belt back to Jonny Fly a few weeks later, we end up getting depressed and then aliens show up, switch us out with a clone and the clone goes crazy."
There's silence in the room as 2009, 2010 and 2011 Price all look at Jayson like he's an idiot. Meanwhile 2012 Price has decided to go back to choking himself while 2013 Price is rubbing the US Title against his face.
Cameraman Stu: "This is a real crack team you brought in to talk strategy with."
Jayson Price: "Fuck you Stu."
2011 Price: "Who's that douchebag?"
Jayson Price: "That's Stu, he's a cameraman."
2011 Price: "What the hell happened to Bob?"
Jayson Price: "Well he, uh,....you know what, maybe we should talk about that later when there's no camera's on. Now back to the match. I was thinking-"
2012 Price is now rolling around on the floor making gagging sounds as he continues to choke himself. Jayson has head enough of his shit and pushes himself up out of his chair.
Jayson Price: "God damn it, why did I even bother to bring you here. I should have brought back the Price that won the belt in that year."
2011 Price: "Could you have even found him in time before he dropped the belt?"
Jayson Price: "..."
Jayson picks up the gavel and sends it flying straight at 2011 Price. It smacks him in the forehead with enough force to knock him backward out of his chair and cause him to hit his head on the floor.
Jayson Price: "Fuck. Somebody please tell me that idiot isn't dead."
2009 Price pushes his chair back and looks down at 2011 Price.
2009 Price: "Well he's still breathing."
Jayson Price: "Meh, good enough for me at least. In fact..."
Jayson walks over to 2012 Price and pulls him up to his feet. Quick as a flash he snaps off a Downfall and 2012 Price is out on the floor. Jayson gets back up to his feet, brushes himself off and then walks back to his seat. 2010 Price is holding his neck, obviously in some discomfort as he's still dealing with having a broken neck. 2009 Price is pouring M&M's out of a bag into his hand and throwing them one at a time at the unconscious 2011 Price. And 2013 Price...well let's just say we can't show what he's doing to the US Title on television.
Jayson Price: "Stu?"
Cameraman Stu: "Yeah?"
Jayson Price: "I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea."
Cameraman Stu: "It took you this long?"
Jayson Price: "What can I say, I really thought it would work. I mean especially with that one."
Price points toward the 2013 Price, however the camera doesn't go that way.
Cameraman Stu: "Oh my god! Is he..."
Jayson Price: "Yep. But in his defense, there really is nothing better than the feeling of the cold gold of a title belt on your balls in the morning."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "But enough about that, I'm going to need your assistance. I need you to..."
Price's voice trails off as Stu leans in to hear what he's whispering. The other Price's aren't even paying attention to what's going on as they're either unconscious or off in their own little words. The scene fades out to black as Stu nods his head and walks off.
The scene slowly fades back in as Jayson Price is once again sitting at the head of the round table, his elbows up on the table and his fingers intertwined as he stares down into his glass of Jack Daniels.
Jayson Price: "I guess all of the guys were right."
The camera moves around to behind Price and pulls back to give us a wide view of the entire room. 2009, 2010 and 2013 Price are all hunched over the table in their chairs unconscious. 2011 and 2012 Price are still out cold on the floor.
Jayson Price: "This was a really bad idea."
Cameraman Stu: "We tried to tell you."
The camera turns to see Stu wiping blood off his hands with a rag. There's a shovel at his feet and spots of blood splattered on his clothes.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, yeah. Quit with the "we told you" so's and sit your ass down. With these five out cold I guess I'm left with you to help me figure this shit out."
Cameraman Stu: "Figure what shit out? The match? What's there to figure out exactly?"
Jayson Price: "I don't know, a strategy or something?"
Cameraman Stu: "It's a six man match. Every man for himself. Strategies don't work in those types of matches, you should know that. Now what you need to be focusing on is how to fuck the other guys up."
Jayson Price: "That's easy, Downfall-fucking-palooza."
Cameraman Stu: "That could work, but you need more. Come on man, you think Fly and Orbit are just sitting around thinking "all I need to do is hit my finisher a bunch of times"? Heck no. They're sitting in their locker rooms or their houses or wherever they are thinking about every single move they want to make. Not to mention the fact that they're probably looking at you and trying to figure out the best way to keep you from winning."
Jayson Price: "You really think they're willing to go that far? I mean, I know they want to win just as badly as I do, but you think they'd go as far as to take me out during the match?"
Cameraman Stu: "Aren't you the one who said that the World Title does strange shit to people's minds when they're trying to chase it? Come on man, you know Orbit. You know he's hungry for that belt, maybe even moreso than you."
Jayson Price: "The fuck he is. There isn't one god damn person in WCF more hungry than I am. I get that Steve maybe thinks that he's hungry. I get that maybe thinks that he needs to win this match to fix whatever damage may have been done to his career when he lost the World Title. But Stu, fuck Steve Orbit. He's my boy, my homey, but fuck Steve Orbit if he thinks he needs this more than I do."
Cameraman Stu: "All right, I think we're getting somewhere."
Jayson Price: "You're fucking right we're getting somewhere. So what? Now Steve is feeling a bit offended because I made a statement that I was on a different level than he is right now? Well sorry homey. Look, Steve is good. Fuck it, he's great. He's one of the few talents that have come into WCF since I've been here that I respect, much like Jonny Fly. And he's been a success since day one, I'll give him that. But I've been doing the same shit he's doing for longer and have earned my spot on that next level up. When I say he's not on my level, that's not a slight against Steve. He's going to get where I'm at one day, I've got no doubts about that whatsoever. But right now? At Timebomb? It's not going to be the ladder that brings him up to where I'm at. No fuck it, that comes later down the road when he's put in more time and paid his dues. He's got to do what I had to do for the last four and a half years and earn it."
Cameraman Stu: "I know you're saying that you don't mean any disrespect, but can't you hear how Steve might take some offense to what you're saying? I mean, you guys are friends and teammates in Pantheon, and you're trying to say he's below you."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, we're friends and teammates, but we're also competitors in one of the most competitive businesses in the world. In wrestling you can't always be worrying about saying the right thing, even if the people close to you might not like what you're saying. If Steve is feeling a bit hurt about me saying some of the things that I've said, he'll get over it. We're both fucking going after the World Title in a few hours, shit's a bit intense, but when it calms down we're going to go right back to being homeys. Fuck it, I can even guarantee you that when I'm walking around the back after the match with the World Title around my waist, Steve is going to be the first person to shake my hand and congratulate me for one hell of a match."
Cameraman Stu: "And are you going to do the same for Steve if he should be the one to win it?"
Jayson Price: "It's not going down like that."
Cameraman Stu: "But what if-"
Jayson Price: "It's NOT going down like that. Open your ears and listen to me Stu, I'm winning this match. Steve is a hell of a competitor and he's going to get his chance down the line. Fuck it, I'll even be the first to say publicly that Steve will deserve to be the first person to face me for my title, just because I know he's going to shine during the match. But that will be later on, after I've won this match."
Cameraman Stu: "Now hold on a second, you just said that Steve would be the first person you'd suggest facing if you won the belt. Aren't you leaving out someone? You know, maybe the current champion Jonny Fly?"
Jayson Price: "Fly? You know, outside of our team meeting the other day, I haven't even heard much from him. And from what I have heard, he seems like he's in his own little world."
Cameraman Stu: "What do you mean?"
Jayson Price: "What I mean is, when I hear him talking about the match I hear a lot of stuff about how there's no shame in losing to Steve or I because the belt stays in Pantheon. I mean fuck, he talks more about how the belt should stay in Pantheon than he talks about how the belt should stay on him. And I get that some people aren't the "me first" type, but Fly, Pantheon or not, always seemed the type. But now? Plus you throw in the fact that he's hanging around with a seagull and he completely blew the meeting by forgetting the coffee cakes, which is a mortal sin, and I'm honestly left wondering what's going on with him. It's like he's lost it."
Cameraman Stu: "Lost what?"
Jayson Price: "I don't know, just it. And believe me, Fly is always going to be someone I respect as a wrestler, but when I win this World Title from him at Timebomb, I'm going to insist he get his shit together before he gets a rematch. Because the last thing I want is to have to face Fly when he's not at his best, because the shit I'd get from everyone else wouldn't be worth it. You think the "16 day" talk bugs me? Imagine how I'd be going off at people if they started talking about me facing lesser opponents."
Cameraman Stu: "Jonny Fly is hardly a lesser opponent."
Jayson Price: "But a distracted and lost Jonny Fly is. And that's what I'm seeing right now when I listen to him. When I win this belt, I'll make sure Fly gets his rematch as soon as he's back to his old self."
Cameraman Stu: "Well I still don't know about all that, but if you say so."
Price reaches down, picks up his glass and swirls the ice cubes around a few times before sitting back into his chair and taking a long sip. There's a groan from one of the Price's but no one that's down is moving yet.
Cameraman Stu: "So how the hell are we going to clean up this mess?"
Jayson Price: "The fuck if I know. Maybe we should find out who Oblivion uses to clean up the messes he leaves."
Cameraman Stu: "Heh, yeah. Speaking of which-"
Jayson Price: "No, we're not going there. Everything I've ever had to say about Oblivion I've already said over the years as we've found ourselves staring each other down in the ring. At this point it's just easier to say that history always has a way of repeating itself in certain situations."
Cameraman Stu: "Meaning?"
Jayson Price: "Meaning that in the end, Oblivion will once again be staring at defeat. It's inevitable, Oblivion just can't perform when it counts the most. Especially against much, much better competition."
Cameraman Stu: "...well okay then."
Another groan from one of the Price's, this time the 2009 Price as he falls out of his chair and to the floor in a heap.
Jayson sets his drink back down on the table as he shakes his head.
Jayson Price: "How long do you think they've been out?"
Cameraman Stu: "A few hours, at least. Why?"
Jayson Price: "Just trying to figure out if the blood has been on the floor long enough to leave a permanent stain or not. Fuck it, we've got to get this cleaned up."
Cameraman Stu: "We? What we?"
Jayson Price: "Not you and I stupid, we've got shit to do. By "we", I mean some guys I know that won't ask questions when I ask them to take five bodies to a shack out in the middle of nowhere."
Price pushes himself up out of his chair and walks around the table, stepping over the unconscious younger versions of himself as Stu follows.
Jayson Price: "Heh, you know what these unconscious bodies remind me of?"
Cameraman Bob: "No, what?"
Jayson Price: "The crowd during a Waylon Cash match."
Laughter ensues, followed by a high five and then the scene cuts to black.
Price Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
12:00PM
The scene slowly fades in on the inside of the Bar and Nightclub located inside of Price Tower. Jayson Price is sitting at the head of a round table, his elbows up on the table and his fingers intertwined as he stares down into his glass of Jack Daniels.
Jayson Price: "I guess all of the guys were right."
The camera moves around to behind Price and pulls back to give us a wide view of the entire room. There are three other Jayson Price's seated at the table, all with their heads down on the table and unconscious. Two more Price's are out cold on the floor. The camera zooms in on the first one to Price's right and we see a trickle of blood coming from his mouth.
Jayson Price: "This was a really bad idea."
Cut scene. Fade to black.
12 Hours Earlier
Tower Voice: "Sir, if I may, this is without a doubt the most overly complicated and ridiculous idea I've ever heard you come up with. And that is truly saying something as I've been present during all of your additions to the tower."
The voice of JFPF Tower can be heard as the scene slowly fades in on the inside of not the top floor of the tower. Or the inside of any of the other floors inside the tower. Instead, as the scene slowly fades in, we find ourselves sitting in the passenger seat of Jayson Price's car as he navigates the streets of South Philadelphia. A blue light from the dashboard display illuminates the interior of the car and Price himself as the voice of the tower comes in through the sound system.
Tower Voice: "Sir, would you please come back to the tower and rethink your strategy? I believe your time could be far better used strategizing for your match at Timebomb."
Jayson Price: "Well what the fuck do you think I'm doing right now? I'm headed out to do a little strategizing."
Tower Voice: "Sir, what you're planning to do is a waste of your time. Would you please just listen to me this one time?"
Jayson Price: "Tell you what, next time I'll totally listen to whatever advice you want to throw my way. But tonight, I'm doing this my way."
Tower Voice: "I thought you might feel this way, Sir. So I went ahead and placed a few phone calls to some people that you might actually listen to."
Jayson Price: "You did what?"
Tower Voice: "Go ahead, he's on the line."
Corey Black: "Price, you idiot, what in the hell are you doing?"
Jayson Price: "Strategizing!"
Corey Black: "No you're not. Your little HAL Bot thing called and told me exactly what you're up to. Now stop being a moron and listen to R2-D2 before I decide to hop on a plane to Philly and take a machete to your hand."
Jayson Price: "You'd never be able to get your machete past TSA."
You can hear the facepalming over the speakers as Steve Orbit is the next one to speak up.
Steve Orbit: "Price?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah Steve?"
Steve Orbit: "You got a tower that talks?"
Jayson Price: "Pantheon, bitch. Welcome to the party."
Steve Orbit: "I...I don't even know what to say."
Corey Black: "Tell him he's a moron for going through with his plan."
Steve Orbit: "Oh yeah. Look, bro, I'm sure it looks like a solid pan on paper, but you need to think this shit through playa. You got to see this is just plain old ridiculous."
Jayson Price: "More ridiculous than wrestling in what looks like gator skin boxer shorts?"
Steve Orbit: "They're custom made!"
Jonny Fly: "All right, that's enough. Price, what the hell man?"
Jayson Price: "What?"
Jonny Fly: "You've got three human voices of reason and the voice of a supercomputer thing telling you that you're acting like a moron right now and you're still blowing us off?"
Jayson Price: "Hey, you and Orbit have your own ways of getting ready for Timebomb. Orbit hosts Giant Vagina game shows in his basement, which, by the way Steve, I'm still going to kill you for putting the image of Twilight's snatch in my head, and Fly you just want to hang out with us and a stupid bird-"
Jonny Fly: "Don't you dare talk bad about Wayne!"
Jayson Price: "First of all, Wayne Newgull is a stupid fucking name. Everyone knows when you name a seagull, you make a god damn pun. You don't just pick a celebrity and butcher their name. Secondly, it's a stupid bird."
Jonny Fly: "Well I never!"
The sound of a phone being slammed down and hung up echoes throughout the car, which is a bit odd because who the hell still has a phone that you can slam?
Corey Black: "Fly was right, you need to listen to reason already and knock off this shit."
Steve Orbit: "Yeah homey, listen to the man."
Jayson Price: "Hmm, maybe you guys have a point."
Corey Black: "So are you actually going take our advice this time?"
Jayson Price: "Nope!"
Price reaches out and pokes a button on the display, ending the conference call. The blue light from the display flashes a few times before the tower voice speaks back up.
Tower Voice: "Sir, must you insist on shutting out the wisdom of your friends? They're merely looking out for you."
Jayson Price: "Let's get one thing straight. Until Monday morning, once Timebomb is over and done with and I'm laying in bed with the World Title resting comfortably on the pillow beside me, I have no friends. Until Monday morning, Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly are nothing more than two of the five men that I'm going to have to deal with to reclaim the title of World Champion."
Tower Voice: "Well what about Corey Black, Sir?"
Jayson Price: "He'll be fine. And if he's that butthurt about me hanging up on him he can always cuddle up with his machete."
Tower Voice: "Sir, I-"
Jayson Price: "Enough. Seriously, I'm tired of you second guessing me everytime I let what I'm planning slip out in front of you. Honestly I don't even know why I haven't had someone rip out whatever it is that makes you be able to second guess me. From now on either you support me or you keep your computer mouth or speaker or whatever the fuck it is you use to communicate shut. You got it?"
There's a long pause as Price looks down from the road at the display screen.
Jayson Price: "I said, do you fucking got it?"
Tower Voice: "If that is what you wish, Sir. Is there anything I can do to be of assistance?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, get me Hank Brown on the line."
Tower Voice: "Very well, Sir."
Silence comes over the car as the light from the display dulls. Price comes to a stop at a red light and drums his fingers on the steering wheel as he looks around at the dark Philly streets. The light finally flicks to green and Price heads through the intersection when the sound of a phone dialing comes over the speakers. It rings a few times and then we can finally hear someone pick up.
Hank Brown: "Hello?"
Jayson Price: "Hank! How the fuck are you doing man?"
Hank Brown: "Price? How in the hell did you get my new number?"
Jayson Price: "Oh, you know, super tower computer and shit."
Hank Brown: "God damn it! Well what the hell do you want? I'm not coming back over to that tower of yours, if that's what you're calling about?"
Jayson Price: "Well why the hell not? I thought we had a good time last night? I mean, I didn't beat you up or anything."
Hank Brown: "I said no Price."
Jayson Price: "Wait! What if I said I didn't want you to come over to the tower? What if I called to ask if you wanted to go on an adventure?"
Hank Brown: "Well that changes everything!"
Jayson Price: "Really?"
Hank Brown: "No! Adios mother fucker!"
Silence once again fills the car as Hank hangs up on Price.
Jayson Price: "Well....fuck. You know what, I don't need him this time. I'm perfectly capable of going out and doing shit on my own, right?"
Price turns his head to the side and looks to the cameraman sitting in the passenger seat for support.
Cameraman Stu: "Uh, I'm not really the talking cameraman type that Bob was."
Jayson Price: "...could you be?"
Cameraman Stu: "Well it's not really my style, you see."
Jayson Price: "Oh."
Price suddenly slams on the brakes and the cameraman, who was apparently too cool to wear a seat belt, is propelled forward and smacks nose first into the dashboard. The camera tumbles to the floor but still somehow manages to stay perfectly focused on Price.
Jayson Price: "Is it your style now?"
The cameraman manages a weak "yes" as he cradles his nose with his right hand and picks up the camera with his left.
Jayson Price: "By the way, if I were you I'd make sure that no blood got on the dash, floor or seats."
Cameraman Stu: "Got it."
Jayson Price: "Now then, you were sitting there during all of that conversing with the guys, what's your take?"
Cameraman Stu: "Uh...they're assholes?"
Price reaches over and smacks Stu upside the head.
Jayson Price: "Hey, watch what you say about those dickheads."
Cameraman Stu: "Okay, okay. Uh, they just don't get what you're planning."
Jayson Price: "A bit overstated already, but correct. Corey, Jonny and Steve are all good guys and I'm sure that they are simply trying to act as friends should. But as I told the tower, right now I have no friends but myself. I'm a Pantheon guy through and through, except for the next 24 hours when I'm simply a Jayson Price guy. Steve and Jonny, they'll understand. I'm sure as soon as they got off the phone they went right back to whatever last minute planning they were doing themselves."
Cameraman Stu: "Well the thing is, they're probably actually planning. Not just driving around searching for some abandoned shack that you once visited."
Price turns his head and looks into the camera.
Jayson Price: "Seriously? Did you just call it "some shack"?"
Cameraman Stu: "I mean, what the hell do I know? I'm sure it's a great shack!"
Jayson Price: "You're god damn right it's a great shack. Now I just have to remember where the god damn thing was."
Price again comes to a stop at a red light as he looks down at the dash display, hoping to hear back from the tower about any developments on it's search. The cameraman uses this time to stare out the window when he sees something of interest.
Cameraman Stu: "Is that it?"
Jayson Price: "Don't be an idiot. I've been searching all over this city for this shack for the last month. There's no way you're going to spot it twenty minutes after I told you what to look for."
Cameraman Stu: "But-"
Jayson Price: "Will you shut the fu-"
Price looks up from the display, ready to hit the cameraman again, when he spots what the cameraman is looking at.
Jayson Price: "Son of a bitch, you found it after only twenty minutes of looking for it."
The cameraman is finally smart enough to swing the camera so it's pointed out the side window so we can see what the hell they're looking at. It's a large abandoned warehouse, tucked away behind a chain link fence and surrounded by weeds and debris. From where they're sitting, they can see a small wooden shack just behind the warehouse with a bit of light peeking through the cracks in the wood.
Cameraman Stu: "So wait, we're actually going to go in there?"
Jayson Price: "Well yeah, that was the plan."
Cameraman Stu: "Really? Because I'm a getting a real rapey vibe from this place."
The stoplight finally turns green and Price goes through the intersection before veering off to the right and pulling up alongside the curb. He shuts off the car and steps out onto the street, taking a look around at the surroundings.
Jayson Price: "Heh, Bob said the same thing."
Cameraman Stu: "Seriously?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, right before he got raped by a hobo."
Price walks around the side of the car and steps up onto the sidewalk, looking for a hole in the fence somewhere. Finally he spots the hole that he and Bob used the last time that they were here and pushes through it. Cameraman Stu appears a bit less enthusiastic about the idea.
Jayson Price: "Oh come on already. I was joking about the whole rape thing."
Cameraman Stu: "Yeah I kind of figured that, but I still don't like the looks of this place."
Jayson Price: "Quit being such a little Bob and follow me."
Stu pushes his way through the hole in the fence and then rushes to catch up with Price as he makes his way through the tall weeds and trash around the side of the warehouse. The light inside of the shack flickers on and off a few times as the pair approach it.
Cameraman Stu: "An abandoned shack, behind an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of the night on the outskirts of one of the worst areas in Philadelphia and now the lights inside are flickering. Come on Price, let's get the hell out of here and hit a titty bar. I'll buy you a lap dance!"
Jayson Price: "Bitch I got a titty bar in my tower. Now come on."
Price walks right up to the door of the shack and raises his first, ready to knock, when he instead stops and then steps off to the side.
Cameraman Stu: "The hell are you doing?"
Jayson Price: "Remembering what happens next."
Cameraman Stu: "The hell are you ta-"
The door to the shack is suddenly thrust open and Stu is hit in the face with a handful of something brown and sticky. Stu falls back and lands on the ground, struggling to clean off whatever the hell is on his face.
Cameraman Stu: "OH GOD! MY FACE! WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!?!"
Jayson Price: "Exactly."
Shack Guy: "You god damn kids! I told you once, I'll tell you again, stay away from my shack!"
Jayson Price: "Hey, Shack Guy, calm the fuck down. It's me."
Shack Guy: "Me? Who's me?"
Price steps out in front of the doorway with his hands in the air to show he means no harm. A frail, older man with wild, white hair is standing with a handful of the same brown stuff that Stu is trying to scrape off of his face at the ready.
Jayson Price: "You don't remember me? I was here about a year ago to talk with you about your time machine."
Shack Guy: "Oh it's you! Well why didn't you just say so!"
The shack guy tosses the pile of brown stuff to the side and then waves for Jayson to come on in. Stu continues to try getting the stuff off of his face as Price and the shack guy make their way to back of the small structure where the time machine is stored. The machine is no longer a circular device hooked up to computers, rather it looks more like a phone booth. And not one of those goddamn red English phone booths or the retarded blue one from a certain television show, but the old school type you used to see on the streets in America.
Jayson Price: "All right, time for an excellent adventure."
Shack Guy: "What was that?"
Jayson Price: "Err, nothing. So does it still work?"
Shack Guy: "Well of course my boy! I've made a few adjustments and calculations and I do believe I've fixed the problem that caused you to come back from the past so quickly."
Jayson Price: "Good, good. Look I need another favor, Doc. I need you to send me and my friend back in time so that I can-"
Shack Guy: "No need to explain, all you had to do was mention time travel and I was on board."
Jayson Price: "Great, thanks Doc. Hurry up and get in here you slow bastard."
Stu stumbles into the shack still trying to scrape off the remaining brown goo from his face. The shack guy tosses him a dirty towel to help before turning back to the computers hooked up to the phone booth and turning it on.
Shack Guy: "Now then, when exactly are we sending you to?"
Price smiles and then reaches into his pocket before pulling out a sheet of notebook paper. He unfolds it and then hands it over to the shack guy. He looks down at the paper, reads over what's written down, then looks back up at Price confused.
Shack Guy: "You...you're not thinking about doing what I think you're thinking about doing?"
Price nods and then stares ahead at the phone booth as the shack guy looks back down at the paper in front of him.
Shack Guy: "I don't even know if this is going to work. Sure, I've been able to send people back, but this? We could destroy the universe!"
Jayson Price: "Don't think about the negatives, just imagine the possibilities if this is a success."
Shack Guy: "But what if you die?!?!"
Jayson Price: "Well then I go down as the first person to actually die as a result of time travel and become famous. It's a win either way."
The shack guy starts to say something but then decides he's fighting a losing battle. He nods his head and then sets the paper down on his small table beside one of the computer monitors and punches a few keys. The phone booth begins to hum before a white light appears inside.
Shack Guy: "All right, if you're sure this is what you want to do. You just have to step inside and shut the door and the machine will do the rest."
Jayson Price: "What will I have to do to complete the rest of the things on the list."
Shack Guy: "I'll be monitoring the machine from here. Once you're done doing what you need to do in the past, you just get back in the machine and I'll do the rest."
Jayson Price: "Good enough for me Doc. Come on Stu!"
Price grabs Stu by the back of his shirt and shoves him into the phone booth. Price then steps in behind him, waves to the shack guy and then pulls the door shut. The machine's hum grows louder and the white light intensifies. Suddenly the machine begins to rock as the humming grows even louder. The shack guy checks the readings on the computer monitor as we go to the inside of the booth.
Cameraman Stu: "GOD DAMN YOU PRICE! IF WE DIE I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IN HELL!"
Jayson Price: "FUCK YOU! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Price throws up his hands like he's on a roller coaster and yells "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" as the white light turns to a calming blue. A warm feeling flows over both men as the machine stops rocking.
Cameraman Stu: "...is it over?"
Jayson Price: "Aww, it was just starting to get fun."
The blue light slowly fades out, as does the humming sound. Minutes pass as both Price and Stu wait for some kind of signal that it's safe to step out.
Cameraman Stu: "Well?"
Jayson Price: "Well what?"
Cameraman Stu: "You've done this before, is it over? Are we there?"
Jayson Price: "I dunno, go check."
Stu starts to protest when Price throws open the door and shoves him outside. Price quickly pulls the door back shut as he waits for word from Stu.
Jayson Price: "Is it safe?"
Cameraman Stu: "Fuck you Price. Get your ass out here."
Price throws open the door and walks out the door and back into 2009 South Philadelphia. Price and Stu are currently standing in the middle of an empty street, staring ahead at a row of rundown townhouses.
Cameraman Stu: "Well we're here. Now would you mind finally telling me why we traveled back to 2009?"
Jayson Price: "I've got something I need to pick up."
The scene slowly fades out to black as Price walks right on up to one of the townhouses and begins to pound on the door. The door opens and the last thing we see is Price dragging a slightly younger version of himself through the doorway.
4 Hours and 5 Excellent Trips Later
Jayson Price: "Now then gentlemen, shall we begin?"
The scene fades back in on the inside of the Bar and Nightclub located inside of Price Tower. Jayson Price is standing at the head of a round table, looking around at the five Price's sitting in front of him. There's the 2009 Price that came into WCF as a rookie and tore the house down nightly. There's the 2010 Price still sporting a neck brace from when Logan broke his neck. 2011 Price is there sporting one of the WCF Tag Titles as he's yet to lose it in his own time period. 2012 Price has half of his face covered in face paint and is in the middle of choking himself, and 2013 Price is staring at his reflection in the WCF United States Title. None of the 5 seem to be paying much attention to current Price as they're deep in conversation with each other. Except 2012 Price, who is now on the floor choking himself. Cameraman Stu enters the room and hands Price a wooden gavel, which he uses to bang on the table. 2012 Price jumps back up into his seat and all five men turn their attention to the front.
Jayson Price: "Now then, there's a reason why I asked for all five of you to join me."
2009 Price: "Asked? You showed up at my house and kidnapped me!"
The other Price's nod their heads in agreement.
Jayson Price: "Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up before I jam this gavel down your throat?"
2009 Price jumps up out of his seat.
2009 Price: "Go ahead! You kill me and you'll kill yourself."
Jayson Price: "...fuck, that's right. Butterfly effect and whatnot. Fine, but I can still kick your ass."
2009 Price decides it best to take his seat as Jayson pounds the gavel on the table some more before taking his seat.
Jayson Price: "Now then, the reason that I gathered the five you here today is that in a few hours I will be walking into the main event of Timebomb to compete for the World Title."
2012 Price's eyes grow wide at this announcement.
2012 Price: "Whatever you do, don't-"
Jayson Price: "Don't fuck it up, yeah I know. Trust me, I've heard that enough times already."
2011 Price: "What you mean fucked up one of our reigns as World Champion?"
Jayson Price: "Actually it was just the one reign. The only reign, to be exact."
2010 Price: "Only reign?!?! You mean you've been in the WCF for almost 5 years and you've only one the World Title once?"
Jayson Price: "Hey, fuck you. Now then, about this match."
2011 Price: "Fuck this match, I want to know how you fucked up our first World Title run so that I know how to avoid it. And how I ended up looking like him."
Jayson Price: "Well the competition was a hell of a lot tougher in 2012 and shit just happened. But we had a hell of a match at XIII to win the belt."
2009 Price: "You mean Corey Black is still around in 2012?"
Jayson Price: "Unfortunately."
2009 Price: "Fuck."
Jayson Price: "Anyway, we drop the belt back to Jonny Fly a few weeks later, we end up getting depressed and then aliens show up, switch us out with a clone and the clone goes crazy."
There's silence in the room as 2009, 2010 and 2011 Price all look at Jayson like he's an idiot. Meanwhile 2012 Price has decided to go back to choking himself while 2013 Price is rubbing the US Title against his face.
Cameraman Stu: "This is a real crack team you brought in to talk strategy with."
Jayson Price: "Fuck you Stu."
2011 Price: "Who's that douchebag?"
Jayson Price: "That's Stu, he's a cameraman."
2011 Price: "What the hell happened to Bob?"
Jayson Price: "Well he, uh,....you know what, maybe we should talk about that later when there's no camera's on. Now back to the match. I was thinking-"
2012 Price is now rolling around on the floor making gagging sounds as he continues to choke himself. Jayson has head enough of his shit and pushes himself up out of his chair.
Jayson Price: "God damn it, why did I even bother to bring you here. I should have brought back the Price that won the belt in that year."
2011 Price: "Could you have even found him in time before he dropped the belt?"
Jayson Price: "..."
Jayson picks up the gavel and sends it flying straight at 2011 Price. It smacks him in the forehead with enough force to knock him backward out of his chair and cause him to hit his head on the floor.
Jayson Price: "Fuck. Somebody please tell me that idiot isn't dead."
2009 Price pushes his chair back and looks down at 2011 Price.
2009 Price: "Well he's still breathing."
Jayson Price: "Meh, good enough for me at least. In fact..."
Jayson walks over to 2012 Price and pulls him up to his feet. Quick as a flash he snaps off a Downfall and 2012 Price is out on the floor. Jayson gets back up to his feet, brushes himself off and then walks back to his seat. 2010 Price is holding his neck, obviously in some discomfort as he's still dealing with having a broken neck. 2009 Price is pouring M&M's out of a bag into his hand and throwing them one at a time at the unconscious 2011 Price. And 2013 Price...well let's just say we can't show what he's doing to the US Title on television.
Jayson Price: "Stu?"
Cameraman Stu: "Yeah?"
Jayson Price: "I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea."
Cameraman Stu: "It took you this long?"
Jayson Price: "What can I say, I really thought it would work. I mean especially with that one."
Price points toward the 2013 Price, however the camera doesn't go that way.
Cameraman Stu: "Oh my god! Is he..."
Jayson Price: "Yep. But in his defense, there really is nothing better than the feeling of the cold gold of a title belt on your balls in the morning."
Cameraman Stu: "..."
Jayson Price: "But enough about that, I'm going to need your assistance. I need you to..."
Price's voice trails off as Stu leans in to hear what he's whispering. The other Price's aren't even paying attention to what's going on as they're either unconscious or off in their own little words. The scene fades out to black as Stu nods his head and walks off.
The scene slowly fades back in as Jayson Price is once again sitting at the head of the round table, his elbows up on the table and his fingers intertwined as he stares down into his glass of Jack Daniels.
Jayson Price: "I guess all of the guys were right."
The camera moves around to behind Price and pulls back to give us a wide view of the entire room. 2009, 2010 and 2013 Price are all hunched over the table in their chairs unconscious. 2011 and 2012 Price are still out cold on the floor.
Jayson Price: "This was a really bad idea."
Cameraman Stu: "We tried to tell you."
The camera turns to see Stu wiping blood off his hands with a rag. There's a shovel at his feet and spots of blood splattered on his clothes.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, yeah. Quit with the "we told you" so's and sit your ass down. With these five out cold I guess I'm left with you to help me figure this shit out."
Cameraman Stu: "Figure what shit out? The match? What's there to figure out exactly?"
Jayson Price: "I don't know, a strategy or something?"
Cameraman Stu: "It's a six man match. Every man for himself. Strategies don't work in those types of matches, you should know that. Now what you need to be focusing on is how to fuck the other guys up."
Jayson Price: "That's easy, Downfall-fucking-palooza."
Cameraman Stu: "That could work, but you need more. Come on man, you think Fly and Orbit are just sitting around thinking "all I need to do is hit my finisher a bunch of times"? Heck no. They're sitting in their locker rooms or their houses or wherever they are thinking about every single move they want to make. Not to mention the fact that they're probably looking at you and trying to figure out the best way to keep you from winning."
Jayson Price: "You really think they're willing to go that far? I mean, I know they want to win just as badly as I do, but you think they'd go as far as to take me out during the match?"
Cameraman Stu: "Aren't you the one who said that the World Title does strange shit to people's minds when they're trying to chase it? Come on man, you know Orbit. You know he's hungry for that belt, maybe even moreso than you."
Jayson Price: "The fuck he is. There isn't one god damn person in WCF more hungry than I am. I get that Steve maybe thinks that he's hungry. I get that maybe thinks that he needs to win this match to fix whatever damage may have been done to his career when he lost the World Title. But Stu, fuck Steve Orbit. He's my boy, my homey, but fuck Steve Orbit if he thinks he needs this more than I do."
Cameraman Stu: "All right, I think we're getting somewhere."
Jayson Price: "You're fucking right we're getting somewhere. So what? Now Steve is feeling a bit offended because I made a statement that I was on a different level than he is right now? Well sorry homey. Look, Steve is good. Fuck it, he's great. He's one of the few talents that have come into WCF since I've been here that I respect, much like Jonny Fly. And he's been a success since day one, I'll give him that. But I've been doing the same shit he's doing for longer and have earned my spot on that next level up. When I say he's not on my level, that's not a slight against Steve. He's going to get where I'm at one day, I've got no doubts about that whatsoever. But right now? At Timebomb? It's not going to be the ladder that brings him up to where I'm at. No fuck it, that comes later down the road when he's put in more time and paid his dues. He's got to do what I had to do for the last four and a half years and earn it."
Cameraman Stu: "I know you're saying that you don't mean any disrespect, but can't you hear how Steve might take some offense to what you're saying? I mean, you guys are friends and teammates in Pantheon, and you're trying to say he's below you."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, we're friends and teammates, but we're also competitors in one of the most competitive businesses in the world. In wrestling you can't always be worrying about saying the right thing, even if the people close to you might not like what you're saying. If Steve is feeling a bit hurt about me saying some of the things that I've said, he'll get over it. We're both fucking going after the World Title in a few hours, shit's a bit intense, but when it calms down we're going to go right back to being homeys. Fuck it, I can even guarantee you that when I'm walking around the back after the match with the World Title around my waist, Steve is going to be the first person to shake my hand and congratulate me for one hell of a match."
Cameraman Stu: "And are you going to do the same for Steve if he should be the one to win it?"
Jayson Price: "It's not going down like that."
Cameraman Stu: "But what if-"
Jayson Price: "It's NOT going down like that. Open your ears and listen to me Stu, I'm winning this match. Steve is a hell of a competitor and he's going to get his chance down the line. Fuck it, I'll even be the first to say publicly that Steve will deserve to be the first person to face me for my title, just because I know he's going to shine during the match. But that will be later on, after I've won this match."
Cameraman Stu: "Now hold on a second, you just said that Steve would be the first person you'd suggest facing if you won the belt. Aren't you leaving out someone? You know, maybe the current champion Jonny Fly?"
Jayson Price: "Fly? You know, outside of our team meeting the other day, I haven't even heard much from him. And from what I have heard, he seems like he's in his own little world."
Cameraman Stu: "What do you mean?"
Jayson Price: "What I mean is, when I hear him talking about the match I hear a lot of stuff about how there's no shame in losing to Steve or I because the belt stays in Pantheon. I mean fuck, he talks more about how the belt should stay in Pantheon than he talks about how the belt should stay on him. And I get that some people aren't the "me first" type, but Fly, Pantheon or not, always seemed the type. But now? Plus you throw in the fact that he's hanging around with a seagull and he completely blew the meeting by forgetting the coffee cakes, which is a mortal sin, and I'm honestly left wondering what's going on with him. It's like he's lost it."
Cameraman Stu: "Lost what?"
Jayson Price: "I don't know, just it. And believe me, Fly is always going to be someone I respect as a wrestler, but when I win this World Title from him at Timebomb, I'm going to insist he get his shit together before he gets a rematch. Because the last thing I want is to have to face Fly when he's not at his best, because the shit I'd get from everyone else wouldn't be worth it. You think the "16 day" talk bugs me? Imagine how I'd be going off at people if they started talking about me facing lesser opponents."
Cameraman Stu: "Jonny Fly is hardly a lesser opponent."
Jayson Price: "But a distracted and lost Jonny Fly is. And that's what I'm seeing right now when I listen to him. When I win this belt, I'll make sure Fly gets his rematch as soon as he's back to his old self."
Cameraman Stu: "Well I still don't know about all that, but if you say so."
Price reaches down, picks up his glass and swirls the ice cubes around a few times before sitting back into his chair and taking a long sip. There's a groan from one of the Price's but no one that's down is moving yet.
Cameraman Stu: "So how the hell are we going to clean up this mess?"
Jayson Price: "The fuck if I know. Maybe we should find out who Oblivion uses to clean up the messes he leaves."
Cameraman Stu: "Heh, yeah. Speaking of which-"
Jayson Price: "No, we're not going there. Everything I've ever had to say about Oblivion I've already said over the years as we've found ourselves staring each other down in the ring. At this point it's just easier to say that history always has a way of repeating itself in certain situations."
Cameraman Stu: "Meaning?"
Jayson Price: "Meaning that in the end, Oblivion will once again be staring at defeat. It's inevitable, Oblivion just can't perform when it counts the most. Especially against much, much better competition."
Cameraman Stu: "...well okay then."
Another groan from one of the Price's, this time the 2009 Price as he falls out of his chair and to the floor in a heap.
Jayson sets his drink back down on the table as he shakes his head.
Jayson Price: "How long do you think they've been out?"
Cameraman Stu: "A few hours, at least. Why?"
Jayson Price: "Just trying to figure out if the blood has been on the floor long enough to leave a permanent stain or not. Fuck it, we've got to get this cleaned up."
Cameraman Stu: "We? What we?"
Jayson Price: "Not you and I stupid, we've got shit to do. By "we", I mean some guys I know that won't ask questions when I ask them to take five bodies to a shack out in the middle of nowhere."
Price pushes himself up out of his chair and walks around the table, stepping over the unconscious younger versions of himself as Stu follows.
Jayson Price: "Heh, you know what these unconscious bodies remind me of?"
Cameraman Bob: "No, what?"
Jayson Price: "The crowd during a Waylon Cash match."
Laughter ensues, followed by a high five and then the scene cuts to black.
