This Dick Ain't Sucking Itself
Jan 10, 2016 4:05:40 GMT -5
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Post by Jayson Price on Jan 10, 2016 4:05:40 GMT -5
January 10th, 2016
Jayson Price's New Residence
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene opens with a shot of Jayson Price, sitting nude in an armchair with his legs crossed as to not give away a free look at the goods. With Price Tower, now renamed Pantheon Tower, in the hands of Pantheon, Price has moved into a high end apartment complex a few blocks away. The Tower looms in the distance, visible from the window in front of him.
Jayson Price: "Soon you'll be mine again, old friend."
Cameraman Bob walks into the scene and immediately turns his head away in disgust.
Cameraman Bob: "Are you seriously sitting there naked?"
Jayson Price: "It's my place, I'll do what the fuck I want god damn it."
Cameraman Bob: "But you weren't naked 5 minutes ago when I got here! I went to get us some beers from the refrigerator and suddenly you're playing nudist."
Jayson Price: "What can I say, my balls were sweating. The boys need aired out."
Cameraman Bob: "Well can you at least put a blanket over your lap or something? The crossed legs aren't hiding shit."
Price uncrosses his legs and then recrosses them ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. Cameraman Bob looks like he's ready to say fuck it and leave.
Jayson Price: "Fine, I'll cover up you bitch."
Price reaches off to the side and grabs a blanket, mumbling something about being forced to cover his dick up in his own house. With the blanket in place, he reaches to his other side and grabs a bottle of water.
Cameraman Bob: "Hold up. Water? What happened to the usual Jack and Coke?"
Jayson Price: "What? A guy can't switch things up once and a while?"
Cameraman Bob: "Not when it comes to you and alcohol. I've known you for 3 years and I've never seen you once drink something that wasn't mostly alcoholic."
Jayson Price: "Well maybe I made a resolution!"
Cameraman Bob: "The Jayson Price I know would have been blacked out drunk before the ball even dropped, let alone be coherent enough to make any damn resolutions."
Jayson Price: "The fuck you want me to say, Bob. I'm thirsty and I want some fucking water. Sue me."
Cameraman Bob: "Jesus, you're even more temperamental than usual. The fuck is wrong with you?"
Jayson Price: "Wrong with me? Not a damn thing. Not a damn thing except I've got an asshat in my house that's bitching about me hanging loose and questioning why I'm drinking water. But other than that? I'm just fucking peachy keen."
Cameraman Bob: "Nah, I know you. Something is up. Wait a minute. It's One. The loss to Torture and Fly, you're still going through your usual 'fuck the world and everyone in it' period you have after every loss. God you're a fucking bitch sometime."
Jayson Price: "Says the guy talking shit while slowly backing toward the only exit."
Cameraman Bob: "I'm just saying, is all. You're like this every time you lose. The only difference is you're usually pounding back a fifth of Jack Daniels and burying your face between a stripper's tits. So again I ask, the fuck is wrong with you?"
Jayson Price: "You want to know what's wrong with me? Not a god damn thing."
Cameraman Bob: "You're lying. For once-"
Jayson Price: "No, you see, I'm not lying. There isn't a damn thing wrong with me. No, what's happening here is I'm looking at what's potentially going to be the last chance I'll ever have at the fucking World Title and I need to be at the top of my game. So I'm making the call to not be myself for once."
Cameraman Bob: "Oh, so this is about Fifteen. Well that makes a bit more sense."
Jayson Price: "As a wise man once said, 'If you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment, would you capture it? Or just let it slip?' I'm not planning on letting the World Title just slip out of my hands, Bob. If I have to sacrifice the lifestyle I love for a few weeks to get my head in the game, then so be it."
Cameraman Bob: "Hold on a second. Did you just fucking quote Eminem?"
Jayson Price: "Is that where that came from? Well fuck, I suppose I did. But it's relevant!"
Cameraman Bob: "Any other week the part about vomit on your sweater would be relevant too."
Jayson Price: "Ha. Ha. So you fucking in? You gonna help me get my shit straight before Fifteen?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well it'll be a welcome change seeing you not plastered and vomiting all over the place. Although when you were a drunk you at least kept your clothes on."
Jayson Price: "I told you I was hot, god damn it."
Cameraman Bob: "Well then turn on a fan. Or the AC. Anything is better than...seriously, fix that blanket."
Jayson Price: "Hey, nobody is telling you to check out my lap."
Cameraman Bob: "I can't help it, it's like a car crash. No matter where I try looking my gaze is still brought back to it.'
Jayson Price: "Is there something you're trying to tell me Bob? Is this the talk? God damn it Bob, why does it have to be me that you're coming out to? Couldn't it have been Stu? Or Creeping Death?"
Cameraman Bob: "First of all, if I were gay and coming out, Creeping Death would be the last mother fucker I'd come out to first. He'd be liable to chop off my dick and make a crack about me being an actual woman now. Secondly, I'm not gay!"
Jayson Price: "I like how you're response to that was to first tell me who you wouldn't come out to. Not immediately denying you're sexuality, just straight to saying 'it wouldn't be him!'. Interesting."
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you, all right. I'm not gay."
Jayson Price: "Sure thing there, Bruce."
Cameraman Bob: "So what the fuck kind of help do you need from me? I'm no wrestler, I'm a cameraman. The best I can tell you is where to stand so you're ass doesn't look fat on camera."
Jayson Price: "You trying to say I have a fat ass?"
Cameraman Bob: "You get my point. I don't have jack shit to offer you advice wise."
Jayson Price: "True. Well then fuck it, I'm on my own as usual. Cheers!"
Price takes a drink from his water bottle.
Cameraman Bob: "Scratch that. I can offer you some advice, but just not for Fifteen. Slam though I've got you covered."
Jayson Price: "Really? You've got advice?"
Cameraman Bob: "You're facing off against a type of person that I know well. The drunk slut."
Jayson Price: "That's true, you do know a few things about drunk, train wrecked sluts. STD ridden, vaginas stretched like a tunnel, pussy lips hanging limper than your dick, drunk sluts."
Cameraman Bob: "I know you're insulting me, yet you still made it sound like a compliment. So...thanks?"
Jayson Price: "Fuck it. So what do you have for me?"
Cameraman Bob: "You get her even more drunk, then knock her unconscious. After that it's all gravy."
Jayson Price: "Wait. Are you giving me advice on how to win the match or on how to rape a passed out chick? Because I'm a lot of things but I'm certainly no Bill Cosby."
Cameraman Bob: "Oh. Well uh, then I, uh-"
Jayson Price: "You sick mother fucker."
Cameraman Bob: "I'm really starting to miss drunk Price right about now. He'd never have picked up on that."
Jayson Price: "I always knew you were a creepy mother fucker, but when I'm sober you're just down right sick. Jesus, Bob. I don't have standards and even that shit's below me."
Cameraman Bob: "Well I'm sorry!"
Jayson Price: "Christ. Well now I know how you found your wife."
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you."
Jayson Price: "I don't know Bob, I'm not exactly your type. You know, what with being conscious."
Cameraman Bob: "I don't need this!"
Bob storms off.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, I know. You need about twelve more drinks and a handful of roofies, you sick fuck."
Price takes another sip of his water.
Jayson Price: "Makes me wonder what else kind of sick shit I don't notice around here when I'm drunk."
The sound of a door slamming shut signals that Bob has stormed out. With a sigh, Price pulls the blanket off his lap, giving the camera a nice, clear shot of his junk for half a second before the scene cuts.
Jayson Price's New Residence
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene opens with a shot of Jayson Price, sitting nude in an armchair with his legs crossed as to not give away a free look at the goods. With Price Tower, now renamed Pantheon Tower, in the hands of Pantheon, Price has moved into a high end apartment complex a few blocks away. The Tower looms in the distance, visible from the window in front of him.
Jayson Price: "Soon you'll be mine again, old friend."
Cameraman Bob walks into the scene and immediately turns his head away in disgust.
Cameraman Bob: "Are you seriously sitting there naked?"
Jayson Price: "It's my place, I'll do what the fuck I want god damn it."
Cameraman Bob: "But you weren't naked 5 minutes ago when I got here! I went to get us some beers from the refrigerator and suddenly you're playing nudist."
Jayson Price: "What can I say, my balls were sweating. The boys need aired out."
Cameraman Bob: "Well can you at least put a blanket over your lap or something? The crossed legs aren't hiding shit."
Price uncrosses his legs and then recrosses them ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. Cameraman Bob looks like he's ready to say fuck it and leave.
Jayson Price: "Fine, I'll cover up you bitch."
Price reaches off to the side and grabs a blanket, mumbling something about being forced to cover his dick up in his own house. With the blanket in place, he reaches to his other side and grabs a bottle of water.
Cameraman Bob: "Hold up. Water? What happened to the usual Jack and Coke?"
Jayson Price: "What? A guy can't switch things up once and a while?"
Cameraman Bob: "Not when it comes to you and alcohol. I've known you for 3 years and I've never seen you once drink something that wasn't mostly alcoholic."
Jayson Price: "Well maybe I made a resolution!"
Cameraman Bob: "The Jayson Price I know would have been blacked out drunk before the ball even dropped, let alone be coherent enough to make any damn resolutions."
Jayson Price: "The fuck you want me to say, Bob. I'm thirsty and I want some fucking water. Sue me."
Cameraman Bob: "Jesus, you're even more temperamental than usual. The fuck is wrong with you?"
Jayson Price: "Wrong with me? Not a damn thing. Not a damn thing except I've got an asshat in my house that's bitching about me hanging loose and questioning why I'm drinking water. But other than that? I'm just fucking peachy keen."
Cameraman Bob: "Nah, I know you. Something is up. Wait a minute. It's One. The loss to Torture and Fly, you're still going through your usual 'fuck the world and everyone in it' period you have after every loss. God you're a fucking bitch sometime."
Jayson Price: "Says the guy talking shit while slowly backing toward the only exit."
Cameraman Bob: "I'm just saying, is all. You're like this every time you lose. The only difference is you're usually pounding back a fifth of Jack Daniels and burying your face between a stripper's tits. So again I ask, the fuck is wrong with you?"
Jayson Price: "You want to know what's wrong with me? Not a god damn thing."
Cameraman Bob: "You're lying. For once-"
Jayson Price: "No, you see, I'm not lying. There isn't a damn thing wrong with me. No, what's happening here is I'm looking at what's potentially going to be the last chance I'll ever have at the fucking World Title and I need to be at the top of my game. So I'm making the call to not be myself for once."
Cameraman Bob: "Oh, so this is about Fifteen. Well that makes a bit more sense."
Jayson Price: "As a wise man once said, 'If you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment, would you capture it? Or just let it slip?' I'm not planning on letting the World Title just slip out of my hands, Bob. If I have to sacrifice the lifestyle I love for a few weeks to get my head in the game, then so be it."
Cameraman Bob: "Hold on a second. Did you just fucking quote Eminem?"
Jayson Price: "Is that where that came from? Well fuck, I suppose I did. But it's relevant!"
Cameraman Bob: "Any other week the part about vomit on your sweater would be relevant too."
Jayson Price: "Ha. Ha. So you fucking in? You gonna help me get my shit straight before Fifteen?"
Cameraman Bob: "Well it'll be a welcome change seeing you not plastered and vomiting all over the place. Although when you were a drunk you at least kept your clothes on."
Jayson Price: "I told you I was hot, god damn it."
Cameraman Bob: "Well then turn on a fan. Or the AC. Anything is better than...seriously, fix that blanket."
Jayson Price: "Hey, nobody is telling you to check out my lap."
Cameraman Bob: "I can't help it, it's like a car crash. No matter where I try looking my gaze is still brought back to it.'
Jayson Price: "Is there something you're trying to tell me Bob? Is this the talk? God damn it Bob, why does it have to be me that you're coming out to? Couldn't it have been Stu? Or Creeping Death?"
Cameraman Bob: "First of all, if I were gay and coming out, Creeping Death would be the last mother fucker I'd come out to first. He'd be liable to chop off my dick and make a crack about me being an actual woman now. Secondly, I'm not gay!"
Jayson Price: "I like how you're response to that was to first tell me who you wouldn't come out to. Not immediately denying you're sexuality, just straight to saying 'it wouldn't be him!'. Interesting."
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you, all right. I'm not gay."
Jayson Price: "Sure thing there, Bruce."
Cameraman Bob: "So what the fuck kind of help do you need from me? I'm no wrestler, I'm a cameraman. The best I can tell you is where to stand so you're ass doesn't look fat on camera."
Jayson Price: "You trying to say I have a fat ass?"
Cameraman Bob: "You get my point. I don't have jack shit to offer you advice wise."
Jayson Price: "True. Well then fuck it, I'm on my own as usual. Cheers!"
Price takes a drink from his water bottle.
Cameraman Bob: "Scratch that. I can offer you some advice, but just not for Fifteen. Slam though I've got you covered."
Jayson Price: "Really? You've got advice?"
Cameraman Bob: "You're facing off against a type of person that I know well. The drunk slut."
Jayson Price: "That's true, you do know a few things about drunk, train wrecked sluts. STD ridden, vaginas stretched like a tunnel, pussy lips hanging limper than your dick, drunk sluts."
Cameraman Bob: "I know you're insulting me, yet you still made it sound like a compliment. So...thanks?"
Jayson Price: "Fuck it. So what do you have for me?"
Cameraman Bob: "You get her even more drunk, then knock her unconscious. After that it's all gravy."
Jayson Price: "Wait. Are you giving me advice on how to win the match or on how to rape a passed out chick? Because I'm a lot of things but I'm certainly no Bill Cosby."
Cameraman Bob: "Oh. Well uh, then I, uh-"
Jayson Price: "You sick mother fucker."
Cameraman Bob: "I'm really starting to miss drunk Price right about now. He'd never have picked up on that."
Jayson Price: "I always knew you were a creepy mother fucker, but when I'm sober you're just down right sick. Jesus, Bob. I don't have standards and even that shit's below me."
Cameraman Bob: "Well I'm sorry!"
Jayson Price: "Christ. Well now I know how you found your wife."
Cameraman Bob: "Fuck you."
Jayson Price: "I don't know Bob, I'm not exactly your type. You know, what with being conscious."
Cameraman Bob: "I don't need this!"
Bob storms off.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, I know. You need about twelve more drinks and a handful of roofies, you sick fuck."
Price takes another sip of his water.
Jayson Price: "Makes me wonder what else kind of sick shit I don't notice around here when I'm drunk."
The sound of a door slamming shut signals that Bob has stormed out. With a sigh, Price pulls the blanket off his lap, giving the camera a nice, clear shot of his junk for half a second before the scene cuts.
