Post by Jayson Price on Jan 31, 2016 5:16:32 GMT -5
April 13th, 2012
XIII PPV
Tokyo Dome
Tokyo, Japan
11:00PM
The scene opens up on a flashback to the end of the World Title Match at XIII between Jonny Fly and Jay Price.
It takes a few moments for Price to shake off the cobwebs after having voltage sent coursing through his body, but he manages to get back to his feet, and into the waiting arms of the world champion. Jonny Fly lifts him up for a spinebuster!
But Price grabs hold of Fly's head and squeezes tightly, forcing Fly to release his attempt. Now, having control....he hoists Fly up, staggering back a few steps as he was still on shaky legs and DRILLS him with Sunny No More! Right onto the KITCHEN SINK!!!! Fly's head CRASHES through the porcelain fixture and a cloud of powdery dust rushes out upon impact. Price doesn't hesitate as he rolls Fly over and makes the cover. Sarah into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
Creeping Death: Price has done it! In HIS match, he finally captures the world championship! Using everything, INCLUDING the kitchen sink to pick up the victory.
Bobby Cairo: Bloodied, battered and beaten, it was all worth it when you can stand in the ring the victor.
Price rolls off of the pinfall, not even realizing yet what has just happened. That is until Sarah calls for the World Title and she hands it to Price, finishing her duties as the referee, she raises his arm in victory. Price looks to be in shock. Twilight gives him a slight nod before rolling out of the ring, leaving Price to his celebration.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and the NEW WCF World Heavyweight Champion......JAY PRICE!!!!!
Tears form in Price's eyes as he clutches the world title close. He drops to his knees and the overwhelming joy can be seen upon his face. Blood, sweat and tears all roll down his face as he cries with joy, celebrating his victory. His mountain, his moment. Fireworks explode overhead as Price continues to celebrate in an almost disbelief. From the announce table comes Corey Black, he rolls into the ring and raises Jay's hand into the air.
The crowd's stunned reaction turns to applause as Price turns to Black and gives him a fist bump. Black nods in approval and then exits the ring to give Price his time in the spotlight. Price raises the World Title into the air one final time before he hobbles toward the ropes, still in excruciating pain. He gingerly climbs out to the floor and heads up the ramp, World Title still raised in the air for the crowd to see. He gives the crowd one last wave and then disappears into the backstage area where he's greeted by an applauding crowd of wrestlers and referees.
Jay Price: "I told you assholes I could do it."
There's laughter from the crowd, followed by more applause before they disperse. Price holds the World Title up to his face, still in shock that he actually pulled it off.
Jay Price: "I don't care who comes for you, they're going to need to kill me to take you away."
The scene fades out to black as Price hobbles toward his locker room.
April 29th, 2012
Aftermath PPV
11:00PM
The scene fades back in on a flashback to the end of the World Title Match at Aftermath between Jay Price, Jonny Fly and Sarah Twilight.
With a final gasp, Price pulls Fly to his feet and hits a jumping cutter in the middle of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Price hit The Downfall on Jonny Fly-
But no, Fly shoves Price off in mid Cutter, and Price's body hits Twilights. Fly kicks Twilight out of the ring before dragging Jay into the middle of it... and locking him in an Indian Deathlock!
Zach Davis: My Supremacy! Is this it!?
Jay looks up, pain on his face, clenching his eyes tight....
Shannan Lerch: Could this be it!? That WCF World Title means more to Jay Price than anything, he isn't going to give up that easily-
No. Shannan is wrong. Jay Price taps out.
Zach Davis: That's it, Shannan! I don't believe it! JONNY FLY HAS REGAINED THE WORLD TITLE!
The bell sounds, and Fly lets go of the Deathlock. He slumps over, exhausted. From outside the ring, Twilight looks up, disappointed, shaking her head.
Price rolls out of the ring, clutching his back as he's in obvious pain. He heads up the ramp towards the back, ignoring the jeers from the crowd. He gets through the curtain and nearly plows over a medic who's trying to check on him. The medic tries to stop Price and ends up getting thrown into the nearby wall.
Jay Price: "I'M FINE!"
Price hobbles to his locker room and nearly kicks the door off it's hinges before entering. The camera stays in the hallway to catch the reaction of people passing by the doorway as you can hear Price throwing things around inside. Finally the noise dies down and the camera makes it's way inside. Price is sitting on the floor up against a wall, eyes closed and head tilted back.
Jay Price: "I had it. I had it in my hands and now it's gone. The hell could I have done differently? The hell am I going to do next?"
Price's head slumps forward and he buries his face in his hands as the scene fades out to black.
January 30th, 2016
Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
10:00PM
The scene fades in once again on the inside of the Wells Fargo Center in downtown Philadelphia. The cameraman is in the hallways of the arena, camera pointed straight ahead at a doorway with a sign reading "Jayson Price". Price himself walks into the scene, a gym bag slung over one shoulder as he's dressed in workout clothes. He pounds the nameplate once with his fist and then opens the door.
Jayson Price: "God damn it. I'm the hometown boy and they still put me in one of the small locker rooms."
Price sets down his gym bag in front of his locker and pulls a folding chair to the center of the room. He takes a seat and pulls the bag closer before unzipping it.
Jayson Price: "Tell me I didn't forget to bring my...oh, nope, there it is."
Price pulls out his trusty silver flask and takes a quick sip before he sets it off to the side. He goes back to rooting through his bag when a knock comes at the door.
Jayson Price: "Are you serious? It's fucking ten o' clock at night! No interviews!"
The door slides open a few inches and Hank Brown's face appears.
Hank Brown: "Oh come on, not even for your old pal Hank?"
Jayson Price: "Hank, seriously, what in the fuck? How did you even know I was going to be here? Have you been following me?"
Hank Brown: "Following you? Come on, be serious. Do you know what kind of insane person I'd have to be to resort to stalking you just so I could get an interview?"
Jayson Price: "Absolutely."
Hank Brown: "Well I mean, you haven't exactly been the most approachable person lately."
Jayson Price: "Lately? When the fuck did I ever give anyone the impression that I was approachable?"
Hank pushes the door open and steps into the room, shutting the door behind him.
Hank Brown: "Well why not start now? Come on, Jayson. The people want to hear what's going on in that mind of yours. They demand to hear it from the source. So will you just take a few minutes and open up?"
Jayson Price: "Open up? When the fuck did you become Oprah? And did I say that you could come into my locker room?"
Hank Brown: "Right about the time you became part of one of the biggest stories of the year. Fifteen is a damn mega show and you're main eventing it. You're face is all over the banners and the programs and even the damn commercials along with Wade Moor and the World Title. I mean, come on, when was the last time you had anyone this excited to sit down and talk with you?"
Jayson Price: "There you go again taking little pot shots at me. Yesterday it was implying that I choke under pressure, tonight you're acting like interviewing me is normally a damn chore."
Hank Brown: "Yeah, well, now it's not. Look, the fact is that right now-"
Jayson Price: "The fact is that I'm not going to stop being interrupted by you unless I give you a fucking interview. Right? You're going to keep popping up wherever I'm at, bothering me with questions and trying to get under my skin until I say I'll do it."
Hank Brown: "Us interviewers are a persistent and dedicated bunch when we need to be."
Jayson Price: "You're also an annoying, bothersome and ugly bunch. But fine, you can have your fucking interview. Do you-"
Price pauses as Hank reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a stack of notecards.
Jayson Price: "Do you seriously just walk around with those cards on you?"
Hank Brown: "Like I said, we're a persistent and dedicated bunch. I didn't know when you'd finally break and agree to sit down with me."
Jayson Price: "Just one thing I have to ask. If you had opened up that door and looked in to see me standing here naked and jerking off, would you have still stood there trying to ask me questions?"
Hank Brown: "I really don't want to have to answer that question."
Jayson Price: "You would. You fucking would, you creepy fucking bastard."
Hank clears his throat and fidgets with his tie as Price shakes his head in disgust.
Hank Brown: "Would you happen to have another chair in here or something? I have quite a few questions here and if I have to-"
Jayson Price: "No, you can stand. Over there against the wall. Just the idea of you being willing to watch me jerk off so you could get an interview has me wishing I had a gun in here."
Hank Brown: "Could we move on?"
Jayson Price: "Oh I'd love to move on, but it's you I'm worried about."
Hank Brown: "For the love of God, can we please move on?"
Jayson Price: "Oh, look who's suddenly touchy. Fuck. Poor choice of words. Get your mind out of the gutter and get on with the questions pervert."
Hank Brown: "Thank god. Let's start off with the one question I've been trying to get an answer to for the last few weeks. It's the question that's been on the minds of all the fans since Seth made the announcement for Fifteen's main event. If you lose this match, you never get another chance at the World Title. We're not talking about you just going to the back of the line and having to work all the way back up to the top. We're talking about you spending the rest of your career in WCF constantly looking up at the World Title picture, knowing that you will never, ever be there again. What is that stipulation and it's implications doing to your mindset as you prepare for Fifteen."
Jayson Price: "I mean I'd be lying if I said that it's not on the back of my line. I have to give Seth credit, he's spent years trying to do everything possible to make my time in WCF terrible. Handicap matches, delaying title shots after I earned them, stripping me of titles for some new rule that he decided to institute that night. I mean fuck, the Cruiserweight Title wasn't even the first belt that Seth stole from me. Remember the night Seth out Commissioner Brad Kane to announce that the Television Title could now change hands after a disqualification, seconds after I had gotten disqualified in a match? I'm telling you Hank, if on that night I had gotten counted out, Seth would have sent Kane out to say that the title switches hands on count outs."
Hank Brown: "Well you can't argue that you brought Seth's wrath on yourself. The history you two have is as checkered as the history between Israel and Pakistan."
Jayson Price: "Which one am I?"
Hank Brown: "Does it really matter? Look, you've done some seriously messed up things to the guy."
Jayson Price: "Oh the worst thing I ever did to him was fuck his sister and put a baby Price in her uterus. Which he then had murdered. So come on, how the fuck am I the bad guy in this feud? But let's not open that can of worms back up. Look, Seth putting this stipulation on this match is just him doing what he does. In his mind he's simply getting under my skin and making me doubt myself. But the problem is, rather than get under my skin all he's done is make me focused. Is the fact that this match will either end with me being a 2 time WCF World Champion or with me having to live my WCF career as a one time World Champion that will never be able to climb the mountain again in my mind? Of course it is. It's right here, front and center. But I'm not running from it. I'm not hiding from it. I'm not trying to bury it in the back of my brain. No, I've got it right here and I'm focusing on it like a mother fucker because it's what got me more ready than I've been in my entire career. Seth Lerch is trying to fuck me over with this stipulation but all he's really doing is giving me all the motivation I need to win this match."
Hank Brown: "But if you lose?"
Jayson Price: "If I lose? What, you want me to tell you that I'm thinking ahead to next week and what I'll do if I lose this match? I don't have a plan Hank, I'm not thinking about that scenario and how it'll play out. I know people are going to want to hear me say that if I lose at Fifteen I'll retire or leave WCF for good. And who knows, maybe that's what I would do if I lost this match. But I'm not worrying about trying to come up with a Plan B for my career right now Hank. I'm not trying to waste my time wondering about the negative bullshit, I'm trying to do what I have to do to make sure I walk out of Fifteen with that beautiful 15 pound piece of gold and leather draped over my shoulder. And you better believe the first person I'm going to be looking for is Seth Lerch, just so I can see the look on his face when he realizes just how badly his plan blew up on him."
Hank Brown: "Real quick before we move on from this question, since you brought up the subject of retirement or moving on, Corey Black and Jonny Fly are battling in a loser leaves WCF match. Are you pulling for anyone in particular there?"
Jayson Price: "If there's a double count out, can both of them be forced out?"
Hank Brown: "Technically no, since there wouldn't be a winner or a loser."
Jayson Price: "Well then fuck, I guess I'll be rooting for a double heart attack. Take them both Satan!"
Hank Brown: "How lovely. So moving on, stipulation aside, where do you see this match ranking on your career list when it's all said and done?"
Jayson Price: "What kind of fucking question is that? You want me to sit here and start ranking my matches?"
Hank Brown: "I'm just curious how you think it'll compare to some of the other big matches you've had. Price versus Logan in 2009. Price versus Fly at XIII in 2012. Price versus Orbit at Blast in 2014."
Jayson Price: "The fuck? I don't know, it'll be up there for sure, but you're asking me at the wrong time. Talk to me when the match is over and I'm sitting in front of you with the World Title."
Hank Brown: "I-"
Jayson Price: "No, you know what, wait. You want to know where it'll rank, honestly?"
Hank Brown: "Absolutely."
Jayson Price: "It's going to rank below all of them. It's going to sit right there in the middle, just ahead of all the Slam main events I've been in and just below the match I had versus Torture at One. And you want to know why I'm going to rank it so low? It's because of Wade Moor. For everything that I'm going to be bringing into this match, all the determination and all the motivation, not one bit of it is going to save this match from how far down Wade Moor is going to drag it down."
Hank Brown: "And how exactly is the World Champion dragging a match down?"
Jayson Price: "Look at those matches that I had, Hank. Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit are two of the biggest names to come through WCF the last 3 or 4 years. Both of them are Hall Of Fame bound at some point. I beat Fly when nobody else could, took Orbit to a god damn double count out. Hell, shit on Logan all you want, I know I do, but the man is a god damn 5 time World Champion and a Hall Of Famer. We're talking about 3 GIANT names in WCF history and you want me to rank a match against Wade Moor against them? Come on man, this guy is a transition champion and you know it. The fact that he's been able to hold onto that belt for this long only shows you the lack of talent he's been put up against, because you know at the first sight of a real challenger the real Wade is going to emerge."
Hank Brown: "The 'real Wade'? And which Wade is that exactly?"
Jayson Price: "The stuck in the mid-card, surrounded by his little Teen Beach Movie cast looking crew, screaming about Leviathans and other things that bump in the night like a discount Oblivion, Wade Moor. That belt brings with it a certain aura that gives the sheep beer goggles. Wade parades around with that World Title on his shoulder and people bow to him like he was a God, but the second it's removed it's going to be like when the lights come on at the bat at 2am. The sheep are going to be awoken and they'll get themselves a damn good look at who they've been fawning over the last few months and they'll feel the shame and humiliation that they deserve to feel."
Hank Brown: "So even if this match ends up being a 5 star classic that the fans love?"
Jayson Price: "They'll only love it right up until the moment that I put Moor down for the 3 count. After that, they'll come to realize all they saw was Jayson Price once again knocking off a run of the mill nobody."
Hank Brown: "So what, you won't take any pride in the victory at all?"
Jayson Price: "I'll take pride in knowing that I liberated the World Title from the filthy fingers of the Beach Krew. I'll take pride in being a 2 time WCF World Champion. I'll even take pride in knowing that my victory will most likely give Seth Lerch a heart attack. But Hank, there is no pride to be taken in a victory over Wade Moor. Not for me at least."
Hank Brown: "It really sounds to me like you're not taking the World Champion seriously, Jayson."
Jayson Price: "The guy runs a stable that has a fucking hashtag in it's name, and you're asking me to take him seriously. He runs a stable full of people that look like they just came off the set of that god awful spring break movie with James Franco with some cult leader type bullshit. And have I made the discount Oblivion joke yet? Because I really feel like it needs made with the fucking 'Release The Leviathan' and all the other scary story bullshit that I'm sure does a fine job of keeping the kids entertained around Halloween. I'm not afraid of Wade Moor like some of the people around WCF. Beach Krew as a unit doesn't intimidate me."
Hank Brown: "If I can interject for a moment, that actually leads into my next question. At Fifteen it's highly likely that the Beach Krew may try to get involved like they're known to do. What's the plan?"
Jayson Price: "What's the plan? The plan is simple. The plan is to tell them to watch the footage of Sandy Coconutz getting dropped skull first on the ring apron. The plan is to tell them to watch the footage from Slam last week where I took out 4 of them at ringside. They want to try and play the numbers game with me at Fifteen and I'll introduce each of them to a game I like to call 'how many different ways can Jayson Price end my career'."
Hank Brown: "You sound like you almost expect for them to get involved."
Jayson Price: "It's like you said, it's what the Beach Krew does. They see their master getting himself into a tough spot and they spring into action. And I know at Fifteen Wade Moor is going to find himself in the toughest spot of his career, which means they'll all come running. He needs them to save him and I'm counting on him calling out for their help. And when he does, I'll drop each of them like fish in a barrel. I'll let Wade watch his little children flop about on the floor and watch as a tear rolls down his cheek as he realizes that the end has come sooner than he expected and then, finally, I'll put him out of his misery while the rest of his Krew are still conscious enough to see their glorious leader defeated at my hand."
Price raises his hand for dramatic effect. Hank starts to speak but Price silences him with his other hand. Finally Price lowers his hand.
Jayson Price: "Now you may continue."
Hank Brown: "Thank you. But actually it would appear as though I'm out of questions. We got to cover quite a bit here and I'm sure the fans are going to be eager to finally hear your thoughts on the match."
Jayson Price: "The whole 'fans' thing is still weird to me. I mean, have they forgotten about the time I broke Corey Black's arm? Or when I killed my clone in the middle of the ring?"
Hank Brown: "Haven't you learned by now that the average wrestling fan has the attention span of a toddler? All they care about is what is put in front of them. And right now what they're seeing is the villainous BeachKrew's leader going up against a man who's boss is trying to pull the ultimate screwjob on him. For fucks sake, we could make this story into a made for TV movie and the people would eat it up. Like it or not, as it stands right now, you are the good guy in the fan's eyes. As weird as it is to say such a thing."
Jayson Price: "Quite weird. But still not as weird as you saying you'd watch me jerk off if it meant you'd get an interview."
Hank Brown: "God damn it! We said we were moving on from that."
Jayson Price: "You might be but I certainly can't. That shit is burned into my brain. I'll probably be scarred for life, you bastard."
Hank Brown: "Oh you'll be drunk in an hour and forget all about it."
Jayson Price: "That to. Now get the fuck out of here, I have things to do."
Hank Brown: "Things to do? It's almost 11 at night, what the fuck could you have to do in an empty arena?"
Jayson Price: "Never you mind. Now get."
Price points to the door and Hank walks toward it.
Hank Brown: "Oh yeah, I guess I should at least say good luck at Fifteen."
Jayson Price: "Luck's for chumps."
Hank Brown: "Yeah, I should have expected that."
Hank pulls the door open and exits the room. The door closes behind Hank and Price lets out a sigh.
Jayson Price: "Well at least that's done with."
Price leans back down and goes back to going through his bag when the door again opens. Price doesn't look up as he searches.
Jayson Price: "The fuck Hank? I told you I-"
Price's voice trails off as he looks up and sees Seth Lerch standing in the doorway.
Jayson Price: "Well now, what do I owe the pleasure?"
Seth Lerch: "Figured you'd be down here tonight, you're kind of predictable like that. I just wanted to make sure I stopped by to personally wish you good luck tomorrow night. I know just how hard it would be for you to lose this match and never get another World Title Match."
Jayson Price: "I know what you're trying to do, Seth. It's not going to work."
Seth Lerch: "I'm not trying to do anything, I'm simply wishing one of my wrestlers the best. Such a big, important match with so much on the line, you need all the support you can get."
Jayson Price: "Let me ask you Seth. Have you even thought about what's going to happen when this backfires on you and I beat Moor? Because it seems to me that your whole plan starts and ends with Wade winning. I lose, I don't get another World Title Match and you get your way. But it seems like you're putting all your chips on that plan and you've got nothing in mind for when Wade fails you."
Seth Lerch: "Hey, I don't know where you're getting all this 'plan' nonsense from. Ever since you and Orbit had that match end in a double count out you've been practically begging me for another chance at the World Title. Well now you've got exactly what you wanted and you're accusing me of plotting against you. That's a real nice thank you, you jerk."
Jayson Price: "All right, you want to keep playing the innocent card, so be it. But I want you to know right now, I've got my pieces in place if BeachKrew wants to try getting involved and screw me over, and I've got something special waiting for you if I even catch you near the ring. Believe me, you do not want to test what I'm capable of with the mood I'm in."
Seth Lerch: "As the Owner of the WCF, I reserve the right to watch any match that I please from any seat that I choose. So if I were you-"
Seth is cut off as Price angrily gets to his feet, knocking his chair backward.
Jayson Price: "If I were you, I'd be very carefully how I finish that sentence."
Seth Lerch: "If I were you, I'd rethink doing anything rash the night before Fifteen. Because doing something such as, oh I don't know, putting your hands on your boss could result in you being pulled from the match and being awarded the loss by way of forfeiture. And wouldn't that just be a shame?"
Jayson Price: "You done?"
Seth Lerch: "Like I said, I just came by to wish you the best."
Seth flashes a smile and then walks off, letting the door shut behind him. Price lets out a few deep breaths and appears to be calm before he reaches down and grabs hold of his chair. He folds it back up and swings it at the locker. He smashes the chair against it until it bends in his hands and then he finally tosses it off to the side. Breathing heavy now, Price reaches down into his bag and pulls his flask back out. He takes several large swigs from it and then lets it drop back into his bag empty.
Jayson Price: "Well that all but confirms that I've got to watch my back for not only the BeachKrew, but for Seth and whatever cronies he's paying off. God damn it, I knew this was going to happen. I knew it and I said it wasn't going to get me worked up, but here I am. Oh I am fucked. Absolutely fucking fucked. I need air."
Price heads for the door and pulls it open. He heads out into the hallway and down a corridor, his hands on the back of his head as he thinks out loud.
Jayson Price: "I just need to stay focused on what's important here. I expected Seth and his bullshit, I had it planned. I told myself I was going to take anything he said with a grain of salt and just stay focused on the match and that's what I need to do."
Price reaches a set of double doors and he shoves one open. He steps out into the cold night and takes a deep breath of the fresh air.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, this is what I needed. Get my head back on straight, eyes on the prize."
Price lets his eyes close as he tilts his head back.
Jayson Price: "The prize...the WCF World Title. The representation of success in this business. I held it in my arms once but it was taken from me far too early and I need to have it once again. For me, the World Title also represents redemption. Redemption for my first and only title reign and how quickly I allowed myself to become complacent and be defeated. So many people in this company only chase after the World Title because they want to be able to stand up and say 'I'm the best'. They're after the title purely for their ego. I've been chasing this title since I lost it back in 2012 not because I need to build up my ego like everyone else, no, I'm chasing after it because I need to prove to myself and to everyone else that my first title reign isn't the legacy that I'm going to leave behind when I finally do leave WCF and head into retirement. I need the World Title back in my possession so that I can stand up and say 'You see, I'm not the fluke that you all made me out to be'. Winning the World Title again silences all the jokes about '16 days'. But most of all winning the World Title again reaffirms that I belong."
Price lets his eyes open and he stares up at the stars in the night sky.
Jayson Price: "With all of the talk lately being centered around the new blood in WCF, the rising stars that are ushering in a new generation for WCF, guys like me are having their names shoved aside. The way people talk, you'd think that there was no longer a place for Jayson Price in WCF. With the Joey Flash's and the Dune's and the Spencer Adams' shining brighter than the stars above me right now, the veterans are being dismissed as out of touch and out of place. I've spent over 6 years of my life in WCF, this is where my professional career started. Before I came here I was wrestling in barns in front of 50 people for $20. When I got here I was just as hungry and just as successful as any of these 'new bloods' that have arrived in the last ear. You all want to dismiss me and lump me in with the Gravedigger's and the Logan's, just because I've been here wrestling since most of you rookies were still trying to get noticed? Face the facts, just because I haven't won multiple World Titles, that doesn't mean that I'm fading away. I've been the most consistent wrestler in this damn company since I arrived here, winning more matches and titles in that 6 year span than anyone. Do I have the occasional up and down period? Yeah. But I bounce back better than anyone in this company could hope to. I swear, each year a few new wrestlers join this company and immediately single me out as being past my prime."
Price raises his arm and taps an imaginary watch on his wrist.
Jayson Price: "News flash, kids, I'm only 29 years old. I've got at least a decade to go before my prime even ends. And that's if I don't decide to retire early and sit on my ass as I wait for my Hall Of Fame induction. But as much as I'm looking forward to that day, I'm looking even more forward to what's going to happen at Fifteen and then after Fifteen. Wade, you aren't immune to what I said. You're just like the rest of the new guys, you only look at that World Title as being a trophy for you to hold up and say 'look at me, I'm the best'. You're coming into this match at Fifteen without having a single thing driving you. You have no real motivation, just thoughts of padding another win onto your stats and moving on. For you, this is just another title defense that you think you can half ass your way through until either the BeachKrew saves you or you get lucky and your opponent makes a mistake. But the thing is, right now you're the one making the mistake, Wade. You're spending your time underestimating just how much I want this win more than you. You're ego's got the better of you and you're buying into the old joke that Jayson Price is all hype and no substance. You're walking into Fifteen and facing off against something you never thought you'd see coming. Seth Lerch has forced my back against the wall and put just the biggest piece of motivation in front of me and you can't even see it because you're blinded by your arrogance. And just like how Seth's arrogance is going to backfire in his face, so to will yours. You think you're facing Jayson Price, the drunkard that lost to Torture at One and hasn't done shit except hold onto some jobber title for almost a year. But the fact is you're facing a Jayson Price that's more determined than the one that beat Jonny Fly at XIII. Or went toe to toe with Steve Orbit. Or main evented One against Logan as just a rookie. I've got more on the line in this one match than I've had in my entire career combined and I will be damned if I let it all slip away tomorrow night."
A light snow begins to fall as Price stares out at the lights of Downtown Philadelphia.
Jayson Price: "Do you see all of this Wade? This is my city. These people that are out there, those are my people. Tomorrow night you and I are going to come face to face in the middle of the ring and from the time the bell sounds to the moment the referee's hand counts 3, you're going to be in my world. This city is hungry, Wade. It's hungry for a championship and by God I'm going to give it one on Sunday. I'm ending your reign as the World Champion, I'm ending your time at the top of the WCF and I'm ending the idea that the BeachKrew is the unstoppable juggernaut that you all have hyped it up to be. I'm coming at you Wade. I'm bearing down on you like a hurricane out in the ocean, slowly making it's way to shore. And you can sound the alarms and you can try to do whatever you can to get ready, but the fact is there isn't a god damn way for you to stop what's coming. So enjoy the next 24 hours, Wade. Take the time to cherish the memories you have of your World Title reign. Because every minute that passes just brings us that much closer to the inevitable ending of our little story. See you at Fifteen."
Price turns and heads back into the arena. As the double doors shut behind him the scene fades to black.
XIII PPV
Tokyo Dome
Tokyo, Japan
11:00PM
The scene opens up on a flashback to the end of the World Title Match at XIII between Jonny Fly and Jay Price.
It takes a few moments for Price to shake off the cobwebs after having voltage sent coursing through his body, but he manages to get back to his feet, and into the waiting arms of the world champion. Jonny Fly lifts him up for a spinebuster!
But Price grabs hold of Fly's head and squeezes tightly, forcing Fly to release his attempt. Now, having control....he hoists Fly up, staggering back a few steps as he was still on shaky legs and DRILLS him with Sunny No More! Right onto the KITCHEN SINK!!!! Fly's head CRASHES through the porcelain fixture and a cloud of powdery dust rushes out upon impact. Price doesn't hesitate as he rolls Fly over and makes the cover. Sarah into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
Creeping Death: Price has done it! In HIS match, he finally captures the world championship! Using everything, INCLUDING the kitchen sink to pick up the victory.
Bobby Cairo: Bloodied, battered and beaten, it was all worth it when you can stand in the ring the victor.
Price rolls off of the pinfall, not even realizing yet what has just happened. That is until Sarah calls for the World Title and she hands it to Price, finishing her duties as the referee, she raises his arm in victory. Price looks to be in shock. Twilight gives him a slight nod before rolling out of the ring, leaving Price to his celebration.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and the NEW WCF World Heavyweight Champion......JAY PRICE!!!!!
Tears form in Price's eyes as he clutches the world title close. He drops to his knees and the overwhelming joy can be seen upon his face. Blood, sweat and tears all roll down his face as he cries with joy, celebrating his victory. His mountain, his moment. Fireworks explode overhead as Price continues to celebrate in an almost disbelief. From the announce table comes Corey Black, he rolls into the ring and raises Jay's hand into the air.
The crowd's stunned reaction turns to applause as Price turns to Black and gives him a fist bump. Black nods in approval and then exits the ring to give Price his time in the spotlight. Price raises the World Title into the air one final time before he hobbles toward the ropes, still in excruciating pain. He gingerly climbs out to the floor and heads up the ramp, World Title still raised in the air for the crowd to see. He gives the crowd one last wave and then disappears into the backstage area where he's greeted by an applauding crowd of wrestlers and referees.
Jay Price: "I told you assholes I could do it."
There's laughter from the crowd, followed by more applause before they disperse. Price holds the World Title up to his face, still in shock that he actually pulled it off.
Jay Price: "I don't care who comes for you, they're going to need to kill me to take you away."
The scene fades out to black as Price hobbles toward his locker room.
April 29th, 2012
Aftermath PPV
11:00PM
The scene fades back in on a flashback to the end of the World Title Match at Aftermath between Jay Price, Jonny Fly and Sarah Twilight.
With a final gasp, Price pulls Fly to his feet and hits a jumping cutter in the middle of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Price hit The Downfall on Jonny Fly-
But no, Fly shoves Price off in mid Cutter, and Price's body hits Twilights. Fly kicks Twilight out of the ring before dragging Jay into the middle of it... and locking him in an Indian Deathlock!
Zach Davis: My Supremacy! Is this it!?
Jay looks up, pain on his face, clenching his eyes tight....
Shannan Lerch: Could this be it!? That WCF World Title means more to Jay Price than anything, he isn't going to give up that easily-
No. Shannan is wrong. Jay Price taps out.
Zach Davis: That's it, Shannan! I don't believe it! JONNY FLY HAS REGAINED THE WORLD TITLE!
The bell sounds, and Fly lets go of the Deathlock. He slumps over, exhausted. From outside the ring, Twilight looks up, disappointed, shaking her head.
Price rolls out of the ring, clutching his back as he's in obvious pain. He heads up the ramp towards the back, ignoring the jeers from the crowd. He gets through the curtain and nearly plows over a medic who's trying to check on him. The medic tries to stop Price and ends up getting thrown into the nearby wall.
Jay Price: "I'M FINE!"
Price hobbles to his locker room and nearly kicks the door off it's hinges before entering. The camera stays in the hallway to catch the reaction of people passing by the doorway as you can hear Price throwing things around inside. Finally the noise dies down and the camera makes it's way inside. Price is sitting on the floor up against a wall, eyes closed and head tilted back.
Jay Price: "I had it. I had it in my hands and now it's gone. The hell could I have done differently? The hell am I going to do next?"
Price's head slumps forward and he buries his face in his hands as the scene fades out to black.
January 30th, 2016
Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
10:00PM
The scene fades in once again on the inside of the Wells Fargo Center in downtown Philadelphia. The cameraman is in the hallways of the arena, camera pointed straight ahead at a doorway with a sign reading "Jayson Price". Price himself walks into the scene, a gym bag slung over one shoulder as he's dressed in workout clothes. He pounds the nameplate once with his fist and then opens the door.
Jayson Price: "God damn it. I'm the hometown boy and they still put me in one of the small locker rooms."
Price sets down his gym bag in front of his locker and pulls a folding chair to the center of the room. He takes a seat and pulls the bag closer before unzipping it.
Jayson Price: "Tell me I didn't forget to bring my...oh, nope, there it is."
Price pulls out his trusty silver flask and takes a quick sip before he sets it off to the side. He goes back to rooting through his bag when a knock comes at the door.
Jayson Price: "Are you serious? It's fucking ten o' clock at night! No interviews!"
The door slides open a few inches and Hank Brown's face appears.
Hank Brown: "Oh come on, not even for your old pal Hank?"
Jayson Price: "Hank, seriously, what in the fuck? How did you even know I was going to be here? Have you been following me?"
Hank Brown: "Following you? Come on, be serious. Do you know what kind of insane person I'd have to be to resort to stalking you just so I could get an interview?"
Jayson Price: "Absolutely."
Hank Brown: "Well I mean, you haven't exactly been the most approachable person lately."
Jayson Price: "Lately? When the fuck did I ever give anyone the impression that I was approachable?"
Hank pushes the door open and steps into the room, shutting the door behind him.
Hank Brown: "Well why not start now? Come on, Jayson. The people want to hear what's going on in that mind of yours. They demand to hear it from the source. So will you just take a few minutes and open up?"
Jayson Price: "Open up? When the fuck did you become Oprah? And did I say that you could come into my locker room?"
Hank Brown: "Right about the time you became part of one of the biggest stories of the year. Fifteen is a damn mega show and you're main eventing it. You're face is all over the banners and the programs and even the damn commercials along with Wade Moor and the World Title. I mean, come on, when was the last time you had anyone this excited to sit down and talk with you?"
Jayson Price: "There you go again taking little pot shots at me. Yesterday it was implying that I choke under pressure, tonight you're acting like interviewing me is normally a damn chore."
Hank Brown: "Yeah, well, now it's not. Look, the fact is that right now-"
Jayson Price: "The fact is that I'm not going to stop being interrupted by you unless I give you a fucking interview. Right? You're going to keep popping up wherever I'm at, bothering me with questions and trying to get under my skin until I say I'll do it."
Hank Brown: "Us interviewers are a persistent and dedicated bunch when we need to be."
Jayson Price: "You're also an annoying, bothersome and ugly bunch. But fine, you can have your fucking interview. Do you-"
Price pauses as Hank reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a stack of notecards.
Jayson Price: "Do you seriously just walk around with those cards on you?"
Hank Brown: "Like I said, we're a persistent and dedicated bunch. I didn't know when you'd finally break and agree to sit down with me."
Jayson Price: "Just one thing I have to ask. If you had opened up that door and looked in to see me standing here naked and jerking off, would you have still stood there trying to ask me questions?"
Hank Brown: "I really don't want to have to answer that question."
Jayson Price: "You would. You fucking would, you creepy fucking bastard."
Hank clears his throat and fidgets with his tie as Price shakes his head in disgust.
Hank Brown: "Would you happen to have another chair in here or something? I have quite a few questions here and if I have to-"
Jayson Price: "No, you can stand. Over there against the wall. Just the idea of you being willing to watch me jerk off so you could get an interview has me wishing I had a gun in here."
Hank Brown: "Could we move on?"
Jayson Price: "Oh I'd love to move on, but it's you I'm worried about."
Hank Brown: "For the love of God, can we please move on?"
Jayson Price: "Oh, look who's suddenly touchy. Fuck. Poor choice of words. Get your mind out of the gutter and get on with the questions pervert."
Hank Brown: "Thank god. Let's start off with the one question I've been trying to get an answer to for the last few weeks. It's the question that's been on the minds of all the fans since Seth made the announcement for Fifteen's main event. If you lose this match, you never get another chance at the World Title. We're not talking about you just going to the back of the line and having to work all the way back up to the top. We're talking about you spending the rest of your career in WCF constantly looking up at the World Title picture, knowing that you will never, ever be there again. What is that stipulation and it's implications doing to your mindset as you prepare for Fifteen."
Jayson Price: "I mean I'd be lying if I said that it's not on the back of my line. I have to give Seth credit, he's spent years trying to do everything possible to make my time in WCF terrible. Handicap matches, delaying title shots after I earned them, stripping me of titles for some new rule that he decided to institute that night. I mean fuck, the Cruiserweight Title wasn't even the first belt that Seth stole from me. Remember the night Seth out Commissioner Brad Kane to announce that the Television Title could now change hands after a disqualification, seconds after I had gotten disqualified in a match? I'm telling you Hank, if on that night I had gotten counted out, Seth would have sent Kane out to say that the title switches hands on count outs."
Hank Brown: "Well you can't argue that you brought Seth's wrath on yourself. The history you two have is as checkered as the history between Israel and Pakistan."
Jayson Price: "Which one am I?"
Hank Brown: "Does it really matter? Look, you've done some seriously messed up things to the guy."
Jayson Price: "Oh the worst thing I ever did to him was fuck his sister and put a baby Price in her uterus. Which he then had murdered. So come on, how the fuck am I the bad guy in this feud? But let's not open that can of worms back up. Look, Seth putting this stipulation on this match is just him doing what he does. In his mind he's simply getting under my skin and making me doubt myself. But the problem is, rather than get under my skin all he's done is make me focused. Is the fact that this match will either end with me being a 2 time WCF World Champion or with me having to live my WCF career as a one time World Champion that will never be able to climb the mountain again in my mind? Of course it is. It's right here, front and center. But I'm not running from it. I'm not hiding from it. I'm not trying to bury it in the back of my brain. No, I've got it right here and I'm focusing on it like a mother fucker because it's what got me more ready than I've been in my entire career. Seth Lerch is trying to fuck me over with this stipulation but all he's really doing is giving me all the motivation I need to win this match."
Hank Brown: "But if you lose?"
Jayson Price: "If I lose? What, you want me to tell you that I'm thinking ahead to next week and what I'll do if I lose this match? I don't have a plan Hank, I'm not thinking about that scenario and how it'll play out. I know people are going to want to hear me say that if I lose at Fifteen I'll retire or leave WCF for good. And who knows, maybe that's what I would do if I lost this match. But I'm not worrying about trying to come up with a Plan B for my career right now Hank. I'm not trying to waste my time wondering about the negative bullshit, I'm trying to do what I have to do to make sure I walk out of Fifteen with that beautiful 15 pound piece of gold and leather draped over my shoulder. And you better believe the first person I'm going to be looking for is Seth Lerch, just so I can see the look on his face when he realizes just how badly his plan blew up on him."
Hank Brown: "Real quick before we move on from this question, since you brought up the subject of retirement or moving on, Corey Black and Jonny Fly are battling in a loser leaves WCF match. Are you pulling for anyone in particular there?"
Jayson Price: "If there's a double count out, can both of them be forced out?"
Hank Brown: "Technically no, since there wouldn't be a winner or a loser."
Jayson Price: "Well then fuck, I guess I'll be rooting for a double heart attack. Take them both Satan!"
Hank Brown: "How lovely. So moving on, stipulation aside, where do you see this match ranking on your career list when it's all said and done?"
Jayson Price: "What kind of fucking question is that? You want me to sit here and start ranking my matches?"
Hank Brown: "I'm just curious how you think it'll compare to some of the other big matches you've had. Price versus Logan in 2009. Price versus Fly at XIII in 2012. Price versus Orbit at Blast in 2014."
Jayson Price: "The fuck? I don't know, it'll be up there for sure, but you're asking me at the wrong time. Talk to me when the match is over and I'm sitting in front of you with the World Title."
Hank Brown: "I-"
Jayson Price: "No, you know what, wait. You want to know where it'll rank, honestly?"
Hank Brown: "Absolutely."
Jayson Price: "It's going to rank below all of them. It's going to sit right there in the middle, just ahead of all the Slam main events I've been in and just below the match I had versus Torture at One. And you want to know why I'm going to rank it so low? It's because of Wade Moor. For everything that I'm going to be bringing into this match, all the determination and all the motivation, not one bit of it is going to save this match from how far down Wade Moor is going to drag it down."
Hank Brown: "And how exactly is the World Champion dragging a match down?"
Jayson Price: "Look at those matches that I had, Hank. Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit are two of the biggest names to come through WCF the last 3 or 4 years. Both of them are Hall Of Fame bound at some point. I beat Fly when nobody else could, took Orbit to a god damn double count out. Hell, shit on Logan all you want, I know I do, but the man is a god damn 5 time World Champion and a Hall Of Famer. We're talking about 3 GIANT names in WCF history and you want me to rank a match against Wade Moor against them? Come on man, this guy is a transition champion and you know it. The fact that he's been able to hold onto that belt for this long only shows you the lack of talent he's been put up against, because you know at the first sight of a real challenger the real Wade is going to emerge."
Hank Brown: "The 'real Wade'? And which Wade is that exactly?"
Jayson Price: "The stuck in the mid-card, surrounded by his little Teen Beach Movie cast looking crew, screaming about Leviathans and other things that bump in the night like a discount Oblivion, Wade Moor. That belt brings with it a certain aura that gives the sheep beer goggles. Wade parades around with that World Title on his shoulder and people bow to him like he was a God, but the second it's removed it's going to be like when the lights come on at the bat at 2am. The sheep are going to be awoken and they'll get themselves a damn good look at who they've been fawning over the last few months and they'll feel the shame and humiliation that they deserve to feel."
Hank Brown: "So even if this match ends up being a 5 star classic that the fans love?"
Jayson Price: "They'll only love it right up until the moment that I put Moor down for the 3 count. After that, they'll come to realize all they saw was Jayson Price once again knocking off a run of the mill nobody."
Hank Brown: "So what, you won't take any pride in the victory at all?"
Jayson Price: "I'll take pride in knowing that I liberated the World Title from the filthy fingers of the Beach Krew. I'll take pride in being a 2 time WCF World Champion. I'll even take pride in knowing that my victory will most likely give Seth Lerch a heart attack. But Hank, there is no pride to be taken in a victory over Wade Moor. Not for me at least."
Hank Brown: "It really sounds to me like you're not taking the World Champion seriously, Jayson."
Jayson Price: "The guy runs a stable that has a fucking hashtag in it's name, and you're asking me to take him seriously. He runs a stable full of people that look like they just came off the set of that god awful spring break movie with James Franco with some cult leader type bullshit. And have I made the discount Oblivion joke yet? Because I really feel like it needs made with the fucking 'Release The Leviathan' and all the other scary story bullshit that I'm sure does a fine job of keeping the kids entertained around Halloween. I'm not afraid of Wade Moor like some of the people around WCF. Beach Krew as a unit doesn't intimidate me."
Hank Brown: "If I can interject for a moment, that actually leads into my next question. At Fifteen it's highly likely that the Beach Krew may try to get involved like they're known to do. What's the plan?"
Jayson Price: "What's the plan? The plan is simple. The plan is to tell them to watch the footage of Sandy Coconutz getting dropped skull first on the ring apron. The plan is to tell them to watch the footage from Slam last week where I took out 4 of them at ringside. They want to try and play the numbers game with me at Fifteen and I'll introduce each of them to a game I like to call 'how many different ways can Jayson Price end my career'."
Hank Brown: "You sound like you almost expect for them to get involved."
Jayson Price: "It's like you said, it's what the Beach Krew does. They see their master getting himself into a tough spot and they spring into action. And I know at Fifteen Wade Moor is going to find himself in the toughest spot of his career, which means they'll all come running. He needs them to save him and I'm counting on him calling out for their help. And when he does, I'll drop each of them like fish in a barrel. I'll let Wade watch his little children flop about on the floor and watch as a tear rolls down his cheek as he realizes that the end has come sooner than he expected and then, finally, I'll put him out of his misery while the rest of his Krew are still conscious enough to see their glorious leader defeated at my hand."
Price raises his hand for dramatic effect. Hank starts to speak but Price silences him with his other hand. Finally Price lowers his hand.
Jayson Price: "Now you may continue."
Hank Brown: "Thank you. But actually it would appear as though I'm out of questions. We got to cover quite a bit here and I'm sure the fans are going to be eager to finally hear your thoughts on the match."
Jayson Price: "The whole 'fans' thing is still weird to me. I mean, have they forgotten about the time I broke Corey Black's arm? Or when I killed my clone in the middle of the ring?"
Hank Brown: "Haven't you learned by now that the average wrestling fan has the attention span of a toddler? All they care about is what is put in front of them. And right now what they're seeing is the villainous BeachKrew's leader going up against a man who's boss is trying to pull the ultimate screwjob on him. For fucks sake, we could make this story into a made for TV movie and the people would eat it up. Like it or not, as it stands right now, you are the good guy in the fan's eyes. As weird as it is to say such a thing."
Jayson Price: "Quite weird. But still not as weird as you saying you'd watch me jerk off if it meant you'd get an interview."
Hank Brown: "God damn it! We said we were moving on from that."
Jayson Price: "You might be but I certainly can't. That shit is burned into my brain. I'll probably be scarred for life, you bastard."
Hank Brown: "Oh you'll be drunk in an hour and forget all about it."
Jayson Price: "That to. Now get the fuck out of here, I have things to do."
Hank Brown: "Things to do? It's almost 11 at night, what the fuck could you have to do in an empty arena?"
Jayson Price: "Never you mind. Now get."
Price points to the door and Hank walks toward it.
Hank Brown: "Oh yeah, I guess I should at least say good luck at Fifteen."
Jayson Price: "Luck's for chumps."
Hank Brown: "Yeah, I should have expected that."
Hank pulls the door open and exits the room. The door closes behind Hank and Price lets out a sigh.
Jayson Price: "Well at least that's done with."
Price leans back down and goes back to going through his bag when the door again opens. Price doesn't look up as he searches.
Jayson Price: "The fuck Hank? I told you I-"
Price's voice trails off as he looks up and sees Seth Lerch standing in the doorway.
Jayson Price: "Well now, what do I owe the pleasure?"
Seth Lerch: "Figured you'd be down here tonight, you're kind of predictable like that. I just wanted to make sure I stopped by to personally wish you good luck tomorrow night. I know just how hard it would be for you to lose this match and never get another World Title Match."
Jayson Price: "I know what you're trying to do, Seth. It's not going to work."
Seth Lerch: "I'm not trying to do anything, I'm simply wishing one of my wrestlers the best. Such a big, important match with so much on the line, you need all the support you can get."
Jayson Price: "Let me ask you Seth. Have you even thought about what's going to happen when this backfires on you and I beat Moor? Because it seems to me that your whole plan starts and ends with Wade winning. I lose, I don't get another World Title Match and you get your way. But it seems like you're putting all your chips on that plan and you've got nothing in mind for when Wade fails you."
Seth Lerch: "Hey, I don't know where you're getting all this 'plan' nonsense from. Ever since you and Orbit had that match end in a double count out you've been practically begging me for another chance at the World Title. Well now you've got exactly what you wanted and you're accusing me of plotting against you. That's a real nice thank you, you jerk."
Jayson Price: "All right, you want to keep playing the innocent card, so be it. But I want you to know right now, I've got my pieces in place if BeachKrew wants to try getting involved and screw me over, and I've got something special waiting for you if I even catch you near the ring. Believe me, you do not want to test what I'm capable of with the mood I'm in."
Seth Lerch: "As the Owner of the WCF, I reserve the right to watch any match that I please from any seat that I choose. So if I were you-"
Seth is cut off as Price angrily gets to his feet, knocking his chair backward.
Jayson Price: "If I were you, I'd be very carefully how I finish that sentence."
Seth Lerch: "If I were you, I'd rethink doing anything rash the night before Fifteen. Because doing something such as, oh I don't know, putting your hands on your boss could result in you being pulled from the match and being awarded the loss by way of forfeiture. And wouldn't that just be a shame?"
Jayson Price: "You done?"
Seth Lerch: "Like I said, I just came by to wish you the best."
Seth flashes a smile and then walks off, letting the door shut behind him. Price lets out a few deep breaths and appears to be calm before he reaches down and grabs hold of his chair. He folds it back up and swings it at the locker. He smashes the chair against it until it bends in his hands and then he finally tosses it off to the side. Breathing heavy now, Price reaches down into his bag and pulls his flask back out. He takes several large swigs from it and then lets it drop back into his bag empty.
Jayson Price: "Well that all but confirms that I've got to watch my back for not only the BeachKrew, but for Seth and whatever cronies he's paying off. God damn it, I knew this was going to happen. I knew it and I said it wasn't going to get me worked up, but here I am. Oh I am fucked. Absolutely fucking fucked. I need air."
Price heads for the door and pulls it open. He heads out into the hallway and down a corridor, his hands on the back of his head as he thinks out loud.
Jayson Price: "I just need to stay focused on what's important here. I expected Seth and his bullshit, I had it planned. I told myself I was going to take anything he said with a grain of salt and just stay focused on the match and that's what I need to do."
Price reaches a set of double doors and he shoves one open. He steps out into the cold night and takes a deep breath of the fresh air.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, this is what I needed. Get my head back on straight, eyes on the prize."
Price lets his eyes close as he tilts his head back.
Jayson Price: "The prize...the WCF World Title. The representation of success in this business. I held it in my arms once but it was taken from me far too early and I need to have it once again. For me, the World Title also represents redemption. Redemption for my first and only title reign and how quickly I allowed myself to become complacent and be defeated. So many people in this company only chase after the World Title because they want to be able to stand up and say 'I'm the best'. They're after the title purely for their ego. I've been chasing this title since I lost it back in 2012 not because I need to build up my ego like everyone else, no, I'm chasing after it because I need to prove to myself and to everyone else that my first title reign isn't the legacy that I'm going to leave behind when I finally do leave WCF and head into retirement. I need the World Title back in my possession so that I can stand up and say 'You see, I'm not the fluke that you all made me out to be'. Winning the World Title again silences all the jokes about '16 days'. But most of all winning the World Title again reaffirms that I belong."
Price lets his eyes open and he stares up at the stars in the night sky.
Jayson Price: "With all of the talk lately being centered around the new blood in WCF, the rising stars that are ushering in a new generation for WCF, guys like me are having their names shoved aside. The way people talk, you'd think that there was no longer a place for Jayson Price in WCF. With the Joey Flash's and the Dune's and the Spencer Adams' shining brighter than the stars above me right now, the veterans are being dismissed as out of touch and out of place. I've spent over 6 years of my life in WCF, this is where my professional career started. Before I came here I was wrestling in barns in front of 50 people for $20. When I got here I was just as hungry and just as successful as any of these 'new bloods' that have arrived in the last ear. You all want to dismiss me and lump me in with the Gravedigger's and the Logan's, just because I've been here wrestling since most of you rookies were still trying to get noticed? Face the facts, just because I haven't won multiple World Titles, that doesn't mean that I'm fading away. I've been the most consistent wrestler in this damn company since I arrived here, winning more matches and titles in that 6 year span than anyone. Do I have the occasional up and down period? Yeah. But I bounce back better than anyone in this company could hope to. I swear, each year a few new wrestlers join this company and immediately single me out as being past my prime."
Price raises his arm and taps an imaginary watch on his wrist.
Jayson Price: "News flash, kids, I'm only 29 years old. I've got at least a decade to go before my prime even ends. And that's if I don't decide to retire early and sit on my ass as I wait for my Hall Of Fame induction. But as much as I'm looking forward to that day, I'm looking even more forward to what's going to happen at Fifteen and then after Fifteen. Wade, you aren't immune to what I said. You're just like the rest of the new guys, you only look at that World Title as being a trophy for you to hold up and say 'look at me, I'm the best'. You're coming into this match at Fifteen without having a single thing driving you. You have no real motivation, just thoughts of padding another win onto your stats and moving on. For you, this is just another title defense that you think you can half ass your way through until either the BeachKrew saves you or you get lucky and your opponent makes a mistake. But the thing is, right now you're the one making the mistake, Wade. You're spending your time underestimating just how much I want this win more than you. You're ego's got the better of you and you're buying into the old joke that Jayson Price is all hype and no substance. You're walking into Fifteen and facing off against something you never thought you'd see coming. Seth Lerch has forced my back against the wall and put just the biggest piece of motivation in front of me and you can't even see it because you're blinded by your arrogance. And just like how Seth's arrogance is going to backfire in his face, so to will yours. You think you're facing Jayson Price, the drunkard that lost to Torture at One and hasn't done shit except hold onto some jobber title for almost a year. But the fact is you're facing a Jayson Price that's more determined than the one that beat Jonny Fly at XIII. Or went toe to toe with Steve Orbit. Or main evented One against Logan as just a rookie. I've got more on the line in this one match than I've had in my entire career combined and I will be damned if I let it all slip away tomorrow night."
A light snow begins to fall as Price stares out at the lights of Downtown Philadelphia.
Jayson Price: "Do you see all of this Wade? This is my city. These people that are out there, those are my people. Tomorrow night you and I are going to come face to face in the middle of the ring and from the time the bell sounds to the moment the referee's hand counts 3, you're going to be in my world. This city is hungry, Wade. It's hungry for a championship and by God I'm going to give it one on Sunday. I'm ending your reign as the World Champion, I'm ending your time at the top of the WCF and I'm ending the idea that the BeachKrew is the unstoppable juggernaut that you all have hyped it up to be. I'm coming at you Wade. I'm bearing down on you like a hurricane out in the ocean, slowly making it's way to shore. And you can sound the alarms and you can try to do whatever you can to get ready, but the fact is there isn't a god damn way for you to stop what's coming. So enjoy the next 24 hours, Wade. Take the time to cherish the memories you have of your World Title reign. Because every minute that passes just brings us that much closer to the inevitable ending of our little story. See you at Fifteen."
Price turns and heads back into the arena. As the double doors shut behind him the scene fades to black.
