Post by Jayson Price on Jan 30, 2016 4:54:28 GMT -5
January 3rd, 2016
Dunkin Donuts Center
Providence, Rhode Island
10:45PM
The scene opens up on a flashback to the night that Seth Lerch made the announcement for the main event of Fifteen.
Seth Lerch: But Price, I'm not done. You see, your friends from Pantheon had the right idea earlier in the night. Corey Black and Jonny Fly? Whoever loses their match, they're done, Price. And you're going to be in the same boat. When I said this was your last chance, I meant LAST. CHANCE. If you can't beat Wade Moor at Fifteen, in the single biggest match of your career, YOU CAN NEVER CHALLENGE FOR THE WCF WORLD TITLE EVER AGAIN.
Jayson Price is as emotionless as he was before Seth began speaking, besides his hatred for his boss barely being contained.
Zach Davis: This is... this is huge news. Forgive me for sounding like a teenage girl, but I literally can't even.
Seth Lerch: So there you have it, Price. At Fifteen, you either step up.. or, once and for all, you shut up.
Seth turns to leave.
Seth Lerch: You're welcome.
Price spins him around.
Jayson Price: I never said thanks!
With that, Price pulls Seth in and drops him with a Downfall! Despite Price's earlier words, the crowd pops! Jayson Price pops back up and looks down at Seth, talking all kinds of trash.
Gravedigger: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! JAYSON PRICE VERSUS THE WORLD CHAMPION SIGNED FOR FIFTEEN!
Seth holds his head and rolls out of the ring as Price also jumps out of the ring - grabbing a beer from an audience member, much to the member's chagrin, and chugging in. Price begins heading up the ramp.
Jayson Price: "You're looking at the next World Champion! Bask in my glory!"
A beer bottle flies past Price's head as he poses for the crowd on the ramp.
Jayson Price: "You missed!"
The crowd continues to give a mixed reaction, not sure what to think of what just happened. Seth is being attended to at ringside by a medic as Price stops on the stage and gives the crowd a final pose before disappearing behind the curtain. A backstage attendant is standing by with a towel and he hands it off to Price. Price wipes the sweat from his face and throws the towel back in the attendant's face before walking off.
Jayson Price: "I asked for rosewood scented you moron. That's sandalwood."
Hank Brown appears running down a hallway toward Price. Price looks for an escape but can only find a more annoying interviewer waiting to talk to him.
Some Woman Who's Name Nobody Remembers: "Jayson Price! Care to comment on-"
Jayson Price: "Can't you see I'm talking to my good buddy Hank? Buzz off bitty titties."
Price shoes away the female interviewer and turns back to Hank, a big smile on his face.
Jayson Price: "Hank!"
Hank Brown: "Bitty titties?"
Jayson Price: "Should I have gone with Asstastic?"
Hank Brown: "For once there's bigger things going on here than your sexual harassment. Seth Lerch just announced to the shock of the world that you're in the main event of Fifteen. One last chance at the World Title and if you lose you can never challenge for it again. What's your mindset right now?"
Jayson Price: "Kinda hungry. Thinking maybe Waffle House."
Hank Brown: "Can you be serious for a moment?"
Jayson Price: "I am serious! Have you ever had their hash browns with a little melted cheese and sausage gravy? Mother fucking heaven at 2am is what you have there."
Hank Brown: "JAYSON! FOCUS! Win the World Title at Fifteen or you're never getting another chance at it. What's going through your head after such an announcement."
Jayson Price: "What's going through my head?"
Hank Brown: "Yes! What's your mindset? What emotions are floating around in there right now? You gotta have something to say to the world."
Jayson Price: "I guess I better win."
Price reaches out and pats Hank on the side of the arm before turning and walking off.
Hank Brown: "Are you serious? That's all you have? 'I guess I better win.'"
Jayson Price: "What? Did you expect me to say I guess I better lose? The fuck out of here with that shit, Hank."
Price reaches the door to his dressing room and starts to enter.
Hank Brown: "Wait! Next week decides who's walking into Fifteen with the title to face you. Torture or Wade Moor, who would you rather face."
Jayson Price: "Doesn't matter, we all know how it's going to end."
The scene fades out to black as Price disappears into his dressing room and shuts the door behind him.
January 10th, 2016
PNC Arena
Raleigh, North Carolina
10:50PM
The scene fades into a flashback to the World Title Match between Wade Moor and Torture on Slam.
Wade delivers the stiffest Poseidon Punch and sends Torture to his back! Torture stumbles back to his feet clearly knocked out and Wade hits Unleash The Leviathan!!!
Zach Davis: OHH That will do it for Torture!
Wade hooks the leg!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!
Wade rolls off Torture and the ref grabs his hand!
Zach Davis: WADE HAS DEFENDED HIS CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST TORTURE IN THE FIRST WORLD TITLE MATCH IN 2016!!
Gravedigger: What the hell did we just witness!?!?
Freddy Whoa: That was MATCH of the YEAR for sure!
Gravedigger: You sound like an internet nerd!
Zach Davis: Wade Moor has defeated Torture to succesfully defend his World Heavyweight Championship and I don't believe the fight that these two just put on for us right now!
Gravedigger: Check the replays! The suplex to the outside! The suicide dive! BACK TO BACK TORTURES DEVICES!
Zach Davis: And it still wasn't enough to put the Champion away...
Gravedigger: That's why he's the World Champion, Zachy, You don't just make challenges and expect to be Champion seven days later!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd applauding the effort of both men, and hey! Check this out!
Torture gets to his feet, holding his ribs, and Wade has the Championship belt on his shoulder. Torture extends a hand..
Zach Davis: Wow!
Wade looking right through Torture.... but he extends his hand and the two shake hands before Torture rolls out of the ring and Wade's music hits one more time!
The scene in the ring has the attention of not just the crowd, but also of Jayson Price as he stands in the back watching it all unfold on a television monitor. Still clad in his wrestling gear from earlier in the night, Price smiles as he watches Torture and Wade Moor show each other mutual respect.
Jayson Price: "Well that's just darling."
Hank Brown quietly slides up beside Price.
Jayson Price: "No."
Hank Brown: "But you don't even know what I was going to say!"
Jayson Price: "You wanted me to comment on facing Wade Moor at Fifteen for the World Title."
Hank Brown: "No, I wanted you to comment on not facing Torture at Fifteen for the World Title."
Jayson Price: "Oh, well then excuse me for being rude."
Hank Brown: "Think nothing of it. So, will you give me a comment?"
Jayson Price: "No."
Hank Brown: "Oh come on! You didn't give me a damn thing last week, you owe me at least a comment."
Jayson Price: "You want a comment? Fine. Get out your little pencil and notepad and write this down. 'Jayson Price Says Fuck A BeachKrew'."
Hank Brown: "Really? You're going to give me one comment and that's it? Nothing about the fact that we were one big move away from seeing Jayson Price versus Torture for the World Title at Fifteen? Nothing about how if you choke at Fifteen you'll never have another chance to redeem yourself for that joke sixteen day title reign?"
The smile drops from Price's face as he slowly uncrosses his arms.
Jayson Price: "You really think going that route for a damn comment is the best choice?"
Hank Brown: "I'm an interviewer, sometimes we have to do what needs done to get what we want."
Price lets out a chuckle and once again as he turns to face Hank. Hank jumps as Price reaches out toward him, but Price merely grabs hold of Hank's tie and starts to straighten it for him. Beads of sweat begin to show on Hank's forehead.
Jayson Price: "All right, here's your comment for your little article or blog or whatever it is you interviewers are doing these days. Last week I said it didn't matter if it was Torture or if it was Wade Moor, whoever walks into Fifteen with the World Title is going to be leaving without the belt. Would I have preferred it to be Torture? Hey, sure, why not? But you know, Hank, seeing him be humbled tonight was a victory in itself. As for Wade Moor, the most threatening part of him that I'll worrying about is his cronies. Who, in case you've already forgotten, are down a member after my match earlier."
Hank Brown: "The BeachKrew is going to do everything it can to help Wade keep that belt. You know that, right?"
Jayson Price: "Of course I know that Hank. A World Champion surrounded by a gang hellbent on keeping him champion? You act like you've never seen this kind of thing before in WCF. Torture with the Team Of Torture. Gravedigger with the MS-13. Hell, for a while there even Pantheon was focused on keeping the World Title on Jonny Fly. BeachKrew is going to be a thorn in my side for sure, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, don't you worry about me."
Price finishes fixing Hank's tie and lightly slaps him on the cheek.
Jayson Price: "There, now you look slightly less like a homeless person. Christ Hank, you look nervous. You okay?"
Hank Brown: "Yeah, fine. I got what I needed here."
Hank slips back out of the scene as Price turns his attention back to the monitor. Wade Moor is heading up the ramp as Torture is still in the ring pandering to the crowd.
Jayson Price: "Oh what could have been."
The scene fades out to black.
January 24th, 2016
Siegal Center
Richmond, Virginia
11:00PM
The scene fades into a flashback to the end of Slam last week.
Beaver helping Kemp to his feet and they both grab Pierce. They get him in position for a double powerbomb when the lights in the arena cut.
Gravedigger: What the hell?! I wanted to see this!
"4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the speakers.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?!
The crowd pops at the sound of the familiar music and the lights pop back on to reveal Jayson Price standing behind Beaver and Kemp with a steel chair in hand.
Zach Davis: IT'S JAYSON PRICE! WADE MOOR'S OPPONENT AT FIFTEEN!
Price with a shot to the back of Kemp. Beaver turns around and catches a chair shot to the head. Moor screaming at Price as Aquarius and Rabid are trying to get the extinguisher spray from their eyes. Price throws the chair like a javelin at Aquarius' head and then spears Rabid into the ring steps.
Freddy Whoa: This crowd has lost it. I've never heard a reaction like this for Jayson Price.
Gravedigger: YOU FANS ARE MORONS! DON'T CHEER FOR THIS LOSER!
Price up and he's staring down Moor inside the ring. Moor begging for Price to come into his ring. Price takes a step back and then slides into the ring at full speed. Price up to his feet and Moor immediately slides out. Hacksaw Jim Thuggin tries to get out but Price grabs him by the ankles as Moor hightails it around the ring. Hacksaw screaming for help as Price drags him to the center of the ring.
Gravedigger: LET GO OF HIM! THAT MAN IS A NATIONAL TREASURE!
Moor on the ramp, clutching his World Title and watching as Price points to him. Price now pulling Thuggin to his feet and he lifts him up before dropping him with a Pricebuster in the center of the ring. The crowd pops as Price motions to his waist. Moor lifts up the World Title as Price waves for Moor to come back to the ring.
The crowd, who's spent the last few minutes waiting in suspense to see if a brawl between the World Champion and the number one contender is going to go down, boos as Moor continues to walk backward up the ramp, the World Title held above his head. Price points down to Jim Thuggin, who's unconscious on the mat, and then back at Moor before again motioning to his waist. Moor lets out a laugh and then disappears backstage as Price looks out at the crowd for support. They pop as Price shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring. Ringside officials are still checking on Beaver, Kemp, Rabid and Aquarius and move to keep Price back from them.
Jayson Price: "Relax. Taking advantage of unconscious people is more of a Bill Cosby thing."
Malignaggi and Pierce are trying to figure out what happened as Price flashes them a thumbs up.
Jayson Price: "Oh, no, no need to get up and thank me. I just saved your asses is all."
Price heads up the ramp, snatching a bag of popcorn from a fan along the way. The fan pops as Price stops for a selfie.
Jayson Price: "Say 'mommy's in my dressing room'."
The fans laugh and once again pop as Price tosses a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth and then throws the bag into the crowd. He heads up the ramp and then into the backstage area as the crowd pleads for him to come back out. As soon as Price gets through the curtain, Hank Brown is standing there waiting for him.
Jayson Price: "Jesus fuck, Hank. What's next? Am I going to find you hiding out in a bathroom stall?"
Hank Brown: "I didn't want to give you a chance to run off again. Care to explain what all that was about?"
Jayson Price: "What? I love to fight."
Hank Brown: "You saved Joseph Malignaggi and Grayson Pierce from the BeachKrew."
Jayson Price: "No, I took the opportunity to take the fight to the BeachKrew. Malignaggi and Pierce just happened to be there."
Hank Brown: "You even said that you saved them as you were walking past them."
Jayson Price: "I talk shit to people, Hank. It's kind of my thing. Your glasses make you look like a pedophile. See, shit talking."
Hank Brown: "I'll have you know that my wife helped me pick out these frames. And back to what just happened out there, why even try to take the fight to them? You were outnumbered and it could have easily backfired on you."
Jayson Price: "It's the BeachKrew. 3 of them is like 1 of me, Hank. Besides, I had myself an equalizer out there."
Hank Brown: "You planning on having one on hand at Fifteen?"
Jayson Price: "Let's just leave some things a surprise, shall we?"
Hank Brown: "Well you still haven't answered the real question. What are you going to do if you lose and can never challenge for the World Title again?"
Jayson Price: "Probably take your job."
Price pats Hank on the shoulder and pushes past him.
Hank Brown: "One of these days I'm going to get an actual answer out of you."
Jayson Price: "You're not a good enough interviewer!"
The scene fades out to black.
January 29th, 2016
Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
10:00PM
The scene fades in on the dark inside of the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia. The arena is still in the midst of being decorated for the upcoming Fifteen PPV, but the ring is already set up. It's an eerie sight, a ring surrounded by a sea of empty seats. A banner hangs from the rafters above the ring, the image of Wade Moor and Jayson Price staring down each other with the WCF World Title between them proudly displayed. The sounds of footsteps echoing throughout the empty arena draw the camera back down from the rafters. A hooded figure emerges from one of the tunnels and makes his way down the steps toward the ring. As he draws closer he speaks, his voice echoing.
Jayson Price: "And making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the only man in WCF history to win 9 different titles and the longest reigning WCF Cruiserweight Champion of all time...JAYSON PRICE!"
Price mimics the crowd's cheers as he hops the barricade to get to ringside. He slaps the apron before sliding in under the bottom rope and popping back up to his feet.
Jayson Price: "JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE!"
Price stops to listen to the echo of his own voice, a smile on his face. He pulls the hood down off of his head before unzipping his hoodie and tossing it off to the side. He takes a moment to look around at the empty seats surrounding him and then up at the banner above him before he walks over to the corner and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle. In less than 48 hours this arena is going to be packed with loud, cheering fans who want to see the hometown boy once again climb to the top of the mountain. Philadelphia is known around the world for having the most rabid fanbase and they're just about the only city you can count on to pop when Jayson Price makes his way to the ring. But right now, this is one of the most peaceful places you'll find in the entire city. And that's why Price is here. Outside the walls of the arena is nothing but noise. Distractions. Interviewers trying to get the last minute scoop. Fans desperate to get a selfie or an autograph or just a high five. Phones ringing, texts to be read and just a nonstop rush of other nonsense that at this moment has no place in Price's life. But here it's nothing but silence and a man's thoughts. And right now there's only one real thought on his mind. Price looks up to the banner and begins to talk out loud to himself, because sometimes you just need to fucking get your thoughts out.
Jayson Price: "So come on Price, what's the real answer to the million dollar question? What are you going to do if you don't win and you can't ever go for the belt? Are you going to quit wrestling, take a cushy job behind the announce table and spend your days taking pot shots at an over the hill Gravedigger? Or maybe you'll just leave the WCF, follow Corey Black to whatever company he ends up after Jonny Fly ends his WCF career and start tagging with him again? Come on man, the people want to know!"
Price lets out a chuckle as he grips the ring ropes at his sides.
Jayson Price: "But why is the question always automatically what if I lose? How come no one ever wants to ask me what I'll do if I win the World Title? Is it because they know I'll just end up getting drunk? Or that I may try selling the belt for booze? I mean, not that I've ever tried doing that before."
Price looks around just to make sure no one heard that last bit.
Jayson Price: "But honestly, why is everyone so quick to jump on the 'You better start planning on what you want to do next because your ass isn't winning the World Title' train lately? Where's the faith? Where's the support? Is the #BeachKrew hype so damn strong that people are confusing them with Torture and his auto win button? Vegas may not be on my side but the last time I checked being the favorite doesn't mean jack shit in a wrestling match. And even if it did, when did people stop believing in the underdog? Hell I've never even cared for playing the role, but if people are going to be so quick to write me off, then what the fuck, I'll embrace it. I'll be the 2007 New York Giants going up against the New England Patriots. The 1980 U.S. Hockey Team going up against the Soviets? Hell yeah, I'll be them. Fuck it, I'll even pull a Joe Namath and declare that I'll walk out with the title just like Broadway Joe did against the Colts. I'll be the mother fucking underdog that no one wants to root for just to spite all of you. And if you want to laugh, just ask Jonny Fly what happens when I'm the underdog that everyone writes off going into a World Title Match."
Price hops down off of the turnbuckle and begins to pace the ring.
Jayson Price: "I can hear it now though. I'm standing here in this ring and I can hear the people out there saying 'That's all in the past. Quit living in the past.' But I'm here just two days away from a World Title Match and if I'm going to get myself ready, I have to look in the past. I have to relive the match against Jonny Fly and the match against Steve Orbit because Seth Lerch has kept me out of the World Title picture for so long simply out of spite. Corey Black gave me the shot against Fly at XIII because Seth Lerch refused to give me a chance. And I only got the match against Orbit because of Trios, and even then Seth tried to fight that with every bit of power he had. My career is one of nonstop fucking over and it all comes at the hands of the owner of WCF."
Price stops to point up at the banner.
Jayson Price: "Right there. Look right there for all the proof that you need. Seth Lerch decides to randomly book me in the main event of Fifteen and give me a World Title shot, only to declare that I'll never get another shot if I lose. What kind of fucking shit is that? How crooked and petty of an owner do you need to be to throw down that kind of stipulation?"
Price lowers his arm and walks over to the ropes.
Jayson Price: "But I'm not going to let Seth Lerch get under my skin this close to what is arguably the most important match of my career. This is bigger than the match against Fly at XIII. This is bigger than Price versus Orbit. Fuck it, this is bigger than the match versus Torture at One. Both of them. Seth and his shady antics are on the back burner right now because the only thing that matters is Wade Moor and the WCF World Title.
The camera again pans up to the banner above the ring, focusing in on the smiling face of Wade Moor.
Jayson Price: "Oh Wade, how it feels like you and I have already danced this little dance. The gang warfare you bring with #BeachKrew, the inner rage monster waiting to be unleashed, the cult leader with the soothing voice persona, it's all just a facade for an average man that's been left unchecked for far too long. Up until just a few weeks ago we hadn't even crossed paths, you were just another guy on the roster doing your own little thing while I was doing big boy shit. Oh I kept tabs on you, just to make sure I was ready in case your little crew of extras from Teen Beach Movie decided that they wanted to make a play. But you and your boys didn't and I was too damn busy to bother myself with you, so we just kept our distance. But now?
The camera pans back down to the ring where Price is again sitting on the top turnbuckle.
Jayson Price: "But now, my man, the times come when you finally get knocked back down a few pegs to where your Jim Jones acting ass belongs. And before I go on and because I really don't want to waste such a fantastic comparison, just a heads up for you to pass along to the rest of your boys about what'll happen to them if they decide to get involved in our match. I fucked up Sandy Coconutz and damn near ender her career just to warn you to stay away from the ring. Come down to that ring and try to get your boy disqualified and you're going to be wishing that ole Wade poisoned the kool aid he's been passing around. You feel me? Good."
The camera starts to pan back up when the sounds of footsteps echoing can be heard. An official wearing a WCF Security t-shirt walks into the scene and stops at ringside.
Security Guard: "Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Price. I heard someone talking out here and thought that maybe some fans had snuck in to steal some of the merchandise."
Jayson Price: "Nope, just me. And I'm kind of in the middle of something, so if you wouldn't mind."
Security Guard: "Getting ready for that big match at Fifteen, huh?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah. Seriously though, right in the middle of something. So if you could, you know, go."
Security Guard: "That Wade Moor, he's something else, isn't he. Him and that whole Beach Krew of his."
Jayson Price: "Nope, he isn't shit. None of them are. Now can you get the fuck out of here?"
Security Guard: "I could ask you the same question. Technically you aren't even supposed to be in here right now."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, well, this is my city and I'm pretty sure I know people higher up than you do, so do you really want to have a pissing contest right now or do you want to get the fuck out of here?"
The guard starts to reply but then thinks twice and turns and leaves, muttering something about entitled assholes. Price waits for the guard to disappear before hopping down from the turnbuckle, cracking his knuckles as he speaks.
Jayson Price: "The BeachKrew, if they want to try and get involved I'll handle them in the only way I know possible. You think I'm afraid to end the career of some clueless follower just to preserve my chance at the World Title? You think that these hands are clean and have never seen blood? Wade, you pride yourself on being some sort of monster, but my man I have fought bigger, badder and much worse monsters and I've walked away unscathed because when you provoke me I am the one that people need to fear the most. I have fought the Oblivions and the Greenfevers and I have shed gallons of blood in matches that instill nightmares in the minds of man, woman and children. You are not the mythological, fear inducing, risen from the depths beast to me. You may have the rest of WCF buying into the act but I see behind the curtain and, much like the Wizard of Oz, what I see is a small man clinging to a whole lot of hype to keep himself going.
Price begins to pace the ring, his arms outstretched to his sides.
Jayson Price: "So please Wade, play the mind games with me that you love to play with everyone else. Let me see the 'beast' come out of his cage and play. I want to come face to face with the monster that you claim to be at Fifteen so that it's all that more satisfying when I bitch slap you back down to the mat and right back into obscurity. At Fifteen you aren't dealing with the man that won the World Title from Jonny Fly and then lost it 2 weeks later. You aren't dealing with the man that came up short against Torture at One. You were able to defeat Torture to retain your World Title? Congratulations. Your reward is that you now have to defend that same title against a man that literally has nothing to lose. Seth Lerch put me in a situation where I have to go harder than I've ever gone before, and unlucky for you that means the man that has won more titles than anyone else in WCF is now going to go harder in this match than he did in any of those matches. Are you even ready for that Wade? Or are you still sitting there thinking that you're walking into Fifteen and facing the silly drunk that people like to think of as being nothing but a punchline. Believe me, it doesn't matter what you think of me as you get ready for Fifteen. You can take me seriously or you can think of me as being a joke, either way at the end of Fifteen I'm going to be walking away from the ring with the World Title and there's not a fucking thing you can do about that. It's like I said, the world is acting like I'm the underdog in this match and for you that's the worst fucking thing you can hear. I literally have the world going up against me, from the fans all the way up to Seth Lerch. And as hard as they're all pushing for me to fail, I'm still standing here with a middle finger in the air.
The camera zooms in as Price raises a middle finger.
Jayson Price: "48 hours, Wade. 48 hours. That's all the time you've got left to enjoy your reflection in MY World Title.
The scene fades out to black as lowers his hand and looks back up to the banner above the ring.
Dunkin Donuts Center
Providence, Rhode Island
10:45PM
The scene opens up on a flashback to the night that Seth Lerch made the announcement for the main event of Fifteen.
Seth Lerch: But Price, I'm not done. You see, your friends from Pantheon had the right idea earlier in the night. Corey Black and Jonny Fly? Whoever loses their match, they're done, Price. And you're going to be in the same boat. When I said this was your last chance, I meant LAST. CHANCE. If you can't beat Wade Moor at Fifteen, in the single biggest match of your career, YOU CAN NEVER CHALLENGE FOR THE WCF WORLD TITLE EVER AGAIN.
Jayson Price is as emotionless as he was before Seth began speaking, besides his hatred for his boss barely being contained.
Zach Davis: This is... this is huge news. Forgive me for sounding like a teenage girl, but I literally can't even.
Seth Lerch: So there you have it, Price. At Fifteen, you either step up.. or, once and for all, you shut up.
Seth turns to leave.
Seth Lerch: You're welcome.
Price spins him around.
Jayson Price: I never said thanks!
With that, Price pulls Seth in and drops him with a Downfall! Despite Price's earlier words, the crowd pops! Jayson Price pops back up and looks down at Seth, talking all kinds of trash.
Gravedigger: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! JAYSON PRICE VERSUS THE WORLD CHAMPION SIGNED FOR FIFTEEN!
Seth holds his head and rolls out of the ring as Price also jumps out of the ring - grabbing a beer from an audience member, much to the member's chagrin, and chugging in. Price begins heading up the ramp.
Jayson Price: "You're looking at the next World Champion! Bask in my glory!"
A beer bottle flies past Price's head as he poses for the crowd on the ramp.
Jayson Price: "You missed!"
The crowd continues to give a mixed reaction, not sure what to think of what just happened. Seth is being attended to at ringside by a medic as Price stops on the stage and gives the crowd a final pose before disappearing behind the curtain. A backstage attendant is standing by with a towel and he hands it off to Price. Price wipes the sweat from his face and throws the towel back in the attendant's face before walking off.
Jayson Price: "I asked for rosewood scented you moron. That's sandalwood."
Hank Brown appears running down a hallway toward Price. Price looks for an escape but can only find a more annoying interviewer waiting to talk to him.
Some Woman Who's Name Nobody Remembers: "Jayson Price! Care to comment on-"
Jayson Price: "Can't you see I'm talking to my good buddy Hank? Buzz off bitty titties."
Price shoes away the female interviewer and turns back to Hank, a big smile on his face.
Jayson Price: "Hank!"
Hank Brown: "Bitty titties?"
Jayson Price: "Should I have gone with Asstastic?"
Hank Brown: "For once there's bigger things going on here than your sexual harassment. Seth Lerch just announced to the shock of the world that you're in the main event of Fifteen. One last chance at the World Title and if you lose you can never challenge for it again. What's your mindset right now?"
Jayson Price: "Kinda hungry. Thinking maybe Waffle House."
Hank Brown: "Can you be serious for a moment?"
Jayson Price: "I am serious! Have you ever had their hash browns with a little melted cheese and sausage gravy? Mother fucking heaven at 2am is what you have there."
Hank Brown: "JAYSON! FOCUS! Win the World Title at Fifteen or you're never getting another chance at it. What's going through your head after such an announcement."
Jayson Price: "What's going through my head?"
Hank Brown: "Yes! What's your mindset? What emotions are floating around in there right now? You gotta have something to say to the world."
Jayson Price: "I guess I better win."
Price reaches out and pats Hank on the side of the arm before turning and walking off.
Hank Brown: "Are you serious? That's all you have? 'I guess I better win.'"
Jayson Price: "What? Did you expect me to say I guess I better lose? The fuck out of here with that shit, Hank."
Price reaches the door to his dressing room and starts to enter.
Hank Brown: "Wait! Next week decides who's walking into Fifteen with the title to face you. Torture or Wade Moor, who would you rather face."
Jayson Price: "Doesn't matter, we all know how it's going to end."
The scene fades out to black as Price disappears into his dressing room and shuts the door behind him.
January 10th, 2016
PNC Arena
Raleigh, North Carolina
10:50PM
The scene fades into a flashback to the World Title Match between Wade Moor and Torture on Slam.
Wade delivers the stiffest Poseidon Punch and sends Torture to his back! Torture stumbles back to his feet clearly knocked out and Wade hits Unleash The Leviathan!!!
Zach Davis: OHH That will do it for Torture!
Wade hooks the leg!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!
Wade rolls off Torture and the ref grabs his hand!
Zach Davis: WADE HAS DEFENDED HIS CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST TORTURE IN THE FIRST WORLD TITLE MATCH IN 2016!!
Gravedigger: What the hell did we just witness!?!?
Freddy Whoa: That was MATCH of the YEAR for sure!
Gravedigger: You sound like an internet nerd!
Zach Davis: Wade Moor has defeated Torture to succesfully defend his World Heavyweight Championship and I don't believe the fight that these two just put on for us right now!
Gravedigger: Check the replays! The suplex to the outside! The suicide dive! BACK TO BACK TORTURES DEVICES!
Zach Davis: And it still wasn't enough to put the Champion away...
Gravedigger: That's why he's the World Champion, Zachy, You don't just make challenges and expect to be Champion seven days later!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd applauding the effort of both men, and hey! Check this out!
Torture gets to his feet, holding his ribs, and Wade has the Championship belt on his shoulder. Torture extends a hand..
Zach Davis: Wow!
Wade looking right through Torture.... but he extends his hand and the two shake hands before Torture rolls out of the ring and Wade's music hits one more time!
The scene in the ring has the attention of not just the crowd, but also of Jayson Price as he stands in the back watching it all unfold on a television monitor. Still clad in his wrestling gear from earlier in the night, Price smiles as he watches Torture and Wade Moor show each other mutual respect.
Jayson Price: "Well that's just darling."
Hank Brown quietly slides up beside Price.
Jayson Price: "No."
Hank Brown: "But you don't even know what I was going to say!"
Jayson Price: "You wanted me to comment on facing Wade Moor at Fifteen for the World Title."
Hank Brown: "No, I wanted you to comment on not facing Torture at Fifteen for the World Title."
Jayson Price: "Oh, well then excuse me for being rude."
Hank Brown: "Think nothing of it. So, will you give me a comment?"
Jayson Price: "No."
Hank Brown: "Oh come on! You didn't give me a damn thing last week, you owe me at least a comment."
Jayson Price: "You want a comment? Fine. Get out your little pencil and notepad and write this down. 'Jayson Price Says Fuck A BeachKrew'."
Hank Brown: "Really? You're going to give me one comment and that's it? Nothing about the fact that we were one big move away from seeing Jayson Price versus Torture for the World Title at Fifteen? Nothing about how if you choke at Fifteen you'll never have another chance to redeem yourself for that joke sixteen day title reign?"
The smile drops from Price's face as he slowly uncrosses his arms.
Jayson Price: "You really think going that route for a damn comment is the best choice?"
Hank Brown: "I'm an interviewer, sometimes we have to do what needs done to get what we want."
Price lets out a chuckle and once again as he turns to face Hank. Hank jumps as Price reaches out toward him, but Price merely grabs hold of Hank's tie and starts to straighten it for him. Beads of sweat begin to show on Hank's forehead.
Jayson Price: "All right, here's your comment for your little article or blog or whatever it is you interviewers are doing these days. Last week I said it didn't matter if it was Torture or if it was Wade Moor, whoever walks into Fifteen with the World Title is going to be leaving without the belt. Would I have preferred it to be Torture? Hey, sure, why not? But you know, Hank, seeing him be humbled tonight was a victory in itself. As for Wade Moor, the most threatening part of him that I'll worrying about is his cronies. Who, in case you've already forgotten, are down a member after my match earlier."
Hank Brown: "The BeachKrew is going to do everything it can to help Wade keep that belt. You know that, right?"
Jayson Price: "Of course I know that Hank. A World Champion surrounded by a gang hellbent on keeping him champion? You act like you've never seen this kind of thing before in WCF. Torture with the Team Of Torture. Gravedigger with the MS-13. Hell, for a while there even Pantheon was focused on keeping the World Title on Jonny Fly. BeachKrew is going to be a thorn in my side for sure, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, don't you worry about me."
Price finishes fixing Hank's tie and lightly slaps him on the cheek.
Jayson Price: "There, now you look slightly less like a homeless person. Christ Hank, you look nervous. You okay?"
Hank Brown: "Yeah, fine. I got what I needed here."
Hank slips back out of the scene as Price turns his attention back to the monitor. Wade Moor is heading up the ramp as Torture is still in the ring pandering to the crowd.
Jayson Price: "Oh what could have been."
The scene fades out to black.
January 24th, 2016
Siegal Center
Richmond, Virginia
11:00PM
The scene fades into a flashback to the end of Slam last week.
Beaver helping Kemp to his feet and they both grab Pierce. They get him in position for a double powerbomb when the lights in the arena cut.
Gravedigger: What the hell?! I wanted to see this!
"4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the speakers.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?!
The crowd pops at the sound of the familiar music and the lights pop back on to reveal Jayson Price standing behind Beaver and Kemp with a steel chair in hand.
Zach Davis: IT'S JAYSON PRICE! WADE MOOR'S OPPONENT AT FIFTEEN!
Price with a shot to the back of Kemp. Beaver turns around and catches a chair shot to the head. Moor screaming at Price as Aquarius and Rabid are trying to get the extinguisher spray from their eyes. Price throws the chair like a javelin at Aquarius' head and then spears Rabid into the ring steps.
Freddy Whoa: This crowd has lost it. I've never heard a reaction like this for Jayson Price.
Gravedigger: YOU FANS ARE MORONS! DON'T CHEER FOR THIS LOSER!
Price up and he's staring down Moor inside the ring. Moor begging for Price to come into his ring. Price takes a step back and then slides into the ring at full speed. Price up to his feet and Moor immediately slides out. Hacksaw Jim Thuggin tries to get out but Price grabs him by the ankles as Moor hightails it around the ring. Hacksaw screaming for help as Price drags him to the center of the ring.
Gravedigger: LET GO OF HIM! THAT MAN IS A NATIONAL TREASURE!
Moor on the ramp, clutching his World Title and watching as Price points to him. Price now pulling Thuggin to his feet and he lifts him up before dropping him with a Pricebuster in the center of the ring. The crowd pops as Price motions to his waist. Moor lifts up the World Title as Price waves for Moor to come back to the ring.
The crowd, who's spent the last few minutes waiting in suspense to see if a brawl between the World Champion and the number one contender is going to go down, boos as Moor continues to walk backward up the ramp, the World Title held above his head. Price points down to Jim Thuggin, who's unconscious on the mat, and then back at Moor before again motioning to his waist. Moor lets out a laugh and then disappears backstage as Price looks out at the crowd for support. They pop as Price shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring. Ringside officials are still checking on Beaver, Kemp, Rabid and Aquarius and move to keep Price back from them.
Jayson Price: "Relax. Taking advantage of unconscious people is more of a Bill Cosby thing."
Malignaggi and Pierce are trying to figure out what happened as Price flashes them a thumbs up.
Jayson Price: "Oh, no, no need to get up and thank me. I just saved your asses is all."
Price heads up the ramp, snatching a bag of popcorn from a fan along the way. The fan pops as Price stops for a selfie.
Jayson Price: "Say 'mommy's in my dressing room'."
The fans laugh and once again pop as Price tosses a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth and then throws the bag into the crowd. He heads up the ramp and then into the backstage area as the crowd pleads for him to come back out. As soon as Price gets through the curtain, Hank Brown is standing there waiting for him.
Jayson Price: "Jesus fuck, Hank. What's next? Am I going to find you hiding out in a bathroom stall?"
Hank Brown: "I didn't want to give you a chance to run off again. Care to explain what all that was about?"
Jayson Price: "What? I love to fight."
Hank Brown: "You saved Joseph Malignaggi and Grayson Pierce from the BeachKrew."
Jayson Price: "No, I took the opportunity to take the fight to the BeachKrew. Malignaggi and Pierce just happened to be there."
Hank Brown: "You even said that you saved them as you were walking past them."
Jayson Price: "I talk shit to people, Hank. It's kind of my thing. Your glasses make you look like a pedophile. See, shit talking."
Hank Brown: "I'll have you know that my wife helped me pick out these frames. And back to what just happened out there, why even try to take the fight to them? You were outnumbered and it could have easily backfired on you."
Jayson Price: "It's the BeachKrew. 3 of them is like 1 of me, Hank. Besides, I had myself an equalizer out there."
Hank Brown: "You planning on having one on hand at Fifteen?"
Jayson Price: "Let's just leave some things a surprise, shall we?"
Hank Brown: "Well you still haven't answered the real question. What are you going to do if you lose and can never challenge for the World Title again?"
Jayson Price: "Probably take your job."
Price pats Hank on the shoulder and pushes past him.
Hank Brown: "One of these days I'm going to get an actual answer out of you."
Jayson Price: "You're not a good enough interviewer!"
The scene fades out to black.
January 29th, 2016
Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
10:00PM
The scene fades in on the dark inside of the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia. The arena is still in the midst of being decorated for the upcoming Fifteen PPV, but the ring is already set up. It's an eerie sight, a ring surrounded by a sea of empty seats. A banner hangs from the rafters above the ring, the image of Wade Moor and Jayson Price staring down each other with the WCF World Title between them proudly displayed. The sounds of footsteps echoing throughout the empty arena draw the camera back down from the rafters. A hooded figure emerges from one of the tunnels and makes his way down the steps toward the ring. As he draws closer he speaks, his voice echoing.
Jayson Price: "And making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the only man in WCF history to win 9 different titles and the longest reigning WCF Cruiserweight Champion of all time...JAYSON PRICE!"
Price mimics the crowd's cheers as he hops the barricade to get to ringside. He slaps the apron before sliding in under the bottom rope and popping back up to his feet.
Jayson Price: "JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE!"
Price stops to listen to the echo of his own voice, a smile on his face. He pulls the hood down off of his head before unzipping his hoodie and tossing it off to the side. He takes a moment to look around at the empty seats surrounding him and then up at the banner above him before he walks over to the corner and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle. In less than 48 hours this arena is going to be packed with loud, cheering fans who want to see the hometown boy once again climb to the top of the mountain. Philadelphia is known around the world for having the most rabid fanbase and they're just about the only city you can count on to pop when Jayson Price makes his way to the ring. But right now, this is one of the most peaceful places you'll find in the entire city. And that's why Price is here. Outside the walls of the arena is nothing but noise. Distractions. Interviewers trying to get the last minute scoop. Fans desperate to get a selfie or an autograph or just a high five. Phones ringing, texts to be read and just a nonstop rush of other nonsense that at this moment has no place in Price's life. But here it's nothing but silence and a man's thoughts. And right now there's only one real thought on his mind. Price looks up to the banner and begins to talk out loud to himself, because sometimes you just need to fucking get your thoughts out.
Jayson Price: "So come on Price, what's the real answer to the million dollar question? What are you going to do if you don't win and you can't ever go for the belt? Are you going to quit wrestling, take a cushy job behind the announce table and spend your days taking pot shots at an over the hill Gravedigger? Or maybe you'll just leave the WCF, follow Corey Black to whatever company he ends up after Jonny Fly ends his WCF career and start tagging with him again? Come on man, the people want to know!"
Price lets out a chuckle as he grips the ring ropes at his sides.
Jayson Price: "But why is the question always automatically what if I lose? How come no one ever wants to ask me what I'll do if I win the World Title? Is it because they know I'll just end up getting drunk? Or that I may try selling the belt for booze? I mean, not that I've ever tried doing that before."
Price looks around just to make sure no one heard that last bit.
Jayson Price: "But honestly, why is everyone so quick to jump on the 'You better start planning on what you want to do next because your ass isn't winning the World Title' train lately? Where's the faith? Where's the support? Is the #BeachKrew hype so damn strong that people are confusing them with Torture and his auto win button? Vegas may not be on my side but the last time I checked being the favorite doesn't mean jack shit in a wrestling match. And even if it did, when did people stop believing in the underdog? Hell I've never even cared for playing the role, but if people are going to be so quick to write me off, then what the fuck, I'll embrace it. I'll be the 2007 New York Giants going up against the New England Patriots. The 1980 U.S. Hockey Team going up against the Soviets? Hell yeah, I'll be them. Fuck it, I'll even pull a Joe Namath and declare that I'll walk out with the title just like Broadway Joe did against the Colts. I'll be the mother fucking underdog that no one wants to root for just to spite all of you. And if you want to laugh, just ask Jonny Fly what happens when I'm the underdog that everyone writes off going into a World Title Match."
Price hops down off of the turnbuckle and begins to pace the ring.
Jayson Price: "I can hear it now though. I'm standing here in this ring and I can hear the people out there saying 'That's all in the past. Quit living in the past.' But I'm here just two days away from a World Title Match and if I'm going to get myself ready, I have to look in the past. I have to relive the match against Jonny Fly and the match against Steve Orbit because Seth Lerch has kept me out of the World Title picture for so long simply out of spite. Corey Black gave me the shot against Fly at XIII because Seth Lerch refused to give me a chance. And I only got the match against Orbit because of Trios, and even then Seth tried to fight that with every bit of power he had. My career is one of nonstop fucking over and it all comes at the hands of the owner of WCF."
Price stops to point up at the banner.
Jayson Price: "Right there. Look right there for all the proof that you need. Seth Lerch decides to randomly book me in the main event of Fifteen and give me a World Title shot, only to declare that I'll never get another shot if I lose. What kind of fucking shit is that? How crooked and petty of an owner do you need to be to throw down that kind of stipulation?"
Price lowers his arm and walks over to the ropes.
Jayson Price: "But I'm not going to let Seth Lerch get under my skin this close to what is arguably the most important match of my career. This is bigger than the match against Fly at XIII. This is bigger than Price versus Orbit. Fuck it, this is bigger than the match versus Torture at One. Both of them. Seth and his shady antics are on the back burner right now because the only thing that matters is Wade Moor and the WCF World Title.
The camera again pans up to the banner above the ring, focusing in on the smiling face of Wade Moor.
Jayson Price: "Oh Wade, how it feels like you and I have already danced this little dance. The gang warfare you bring with #BeachKrew, the inner rage monster waiting to be unleashed, the cult leader with the soothing voice persona, it's all just a facade for an average man that's been left unchecked for far too long. Up until just a few weeks ago we hadn't even crossed paths, you were just another guy on the roster doing your own little thing while I was doing big boy shit. Oh I kept tabs on you, just to make sure I was ready in case your little crew of extras from Teen Beach Movie decided that they wanted to make a play. But you and your boys didn't and I was too damn busy to bother myself with you, so we just kept our distance. But now?
The camera pans back down to the ring where Price is again sitting on the top turnbuckle.
Jayson Price: "But now, my man, the times come when you finally get knocked back down a few pegs to where your Jim Jones acting ass belongs. And before I go on and because I really don't want to waste such a fantastic comparison, just a heads up for you to pass along to the rest of your boys about what'll happen to them if they decide to get involved in our match. I fucked up Sandy Coconutz and damn near ender her career just to warn you to stay away from the ring. Come down to that ring and try to get your boy disqualified and you're going to be wishing that ole Wade poisoned the kool aid he's been passing around. You feel me? Good."
The camera starts to pan back up when the sounds of footsteps echoing can be heard. An official wearing a WCF Security t-shirt walks into the scene and stops at ringside.
Security Guard: "Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Price. I heard someone talking out here and thought that maybe some fans had snuck in to steal some of the merchandise."
Jayson Price: "Nope, just me. And I'm kind of in the middle of something, so if you wouldn't mind."
Security Guard: "Getting ready for that big match at Fifteen, huh?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah. Seriously though, right in the middle of something. So if you could, you know, go."
Security Guard: "That Wade Moor, he's something else, isn't he. Him and that whole Beach Krew of his."
Jayson Price: "Nope, he isn't shit. None of them are. Now can you get the fuck out of here?"
Security Guard: "I could ask you the same question. Technically you aren't even supposed to be in here right now."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, well, this is my city and I'm pretty sure I know people higher up than you do, so do you really want to have a pissing contest right now or do you want to get the fuck out of here?"
The guard starts to reply but then thinks twice and turns and leaves, muttering something about entitled assholes. Price waits for the guard to disappear before hopping down from the turnbuckle, cracking his knuckles as he speaks.
Jayson Price: "The BeachKrew, if they want to try and get involved I'll handle them in the only way I know possible. You think I'm afraid to end the career of some clueless follower just to preserve my chance at the World Title? You think that these hands are clean and have never seen blood? Wade, you pride yourself on being some sort of monster, but my man I have fought bigger, badder and much worse monsters and I've walked away unscathed because when you provoke me I am the one that people need to fear the most. I have fought the Oblivions and the Greenfevers and I have shed gallons of blood in matches that instill nightmares in the minds of man, woman and children. You are not the mythological, fear inducing, risen from the depths beast to me. You may have the rest of WCF buying into the act but I see behind the curtain and, much like the Wizard of Oz, what I see is a small man clinging to a whole lot of hype to keep himself going.
Price begins to pace the ring, his arms outstretched to his sides.
Jayson Price: "So please Wade, play the mind games with me that you love to play with everyone else. Let me see the 'beast' come out of his cage and play. I want to come face to face with the monster that you claim to be at Fifteen so that it's all that more satisfying when I bitch slap you back down to the mat and right back into obscurity. At Fifteen you aren't dealing with the man that won the World Title from Jonny Fly and then lost it 2 weeks later. You aren't dealing with the man that came up short against Torture at One. You were able to defeat Torture to retain your World Title? Congratulations. Your reward is that you now have to defend that same title against a man that literally has nothing to lose. Seth Lerch put me in a situation where I have to go harder than I've ever gone before, and unlucky for you that means the man that has won more titles than anyone else in WCF is now going to go harder in this match than he did in any of those matches. Are you even ready for that Wade? Or are you still sitting there thinking that you're walking into Fifteen and facing the silly drunk that people like to think of as being nothing but a punchline. Believe me, it doesn't matter what you think of me as you get ready for Fifteen. You can take me seriously or you can think of me as being a joke, either way at the end of Fifteen I'm going to be walking away from the ring with the World Title and there's not a fucking thing you can do about that. It's like I said, the world is acting like I'm the underdog in this match and for you that's the worst fucking thing you can hear. I literally have the world going up against me, from the fans all the way up to Seth Lerch. And as hard as they're all pushing for me to fail, I'm still standing here with a middle finger in the air.
The camera zooms in as Price raises a middle finger.
Jayson Price: "48 hours, Wade. 48 hours. That's all the time you've got left to enjoy your reflection in MY World Title.
The scene fades out to black as lowers his hand and looks back up to the banner above the ring.
