Post by Jayson Price on May 1, 2016 16:19:11 GMT -5
April 28th, 2016
Narconon Eslöv
Eslöv, Sweden
3:45PM
Jayson Price: "I tell you, Doc, there's days when I miss the ring. The crowd cheering. The bright lights. Hell, I even miss the smells of sweat and dried blood caked into the ring. But I know that no matter how badly I miss it, right now it's the last place that I need to be."
We hear the voice of Jayson Price as the scene slowly fades in. We find ourselves looking into the posh office of Dr. Helmut Sven, a world renowned physician and therapist that specializes in drug and alcohol dependency, located in the southern part of Sweden. The doctor is sitting in his office chair, a pen and paper lying on his knee, as he stares ahead at Jayson Price as he lies on a couch.
Jayson Price: "The WCF, it's my home, but it's also the source of all my greatest vices. All day, every day, surrounded by all of the things that have lead me down this path that I'm on. You can't even imagine the struggle I had to endure to convince myself to walk away."
Dr. Sven: "Yes, but you did it. You did it! You're stronger than you believe yourself to be. You came to us a man that was on the verge of total self destruction. I've seen many men that struggled with their addictions, but you were, how can I put..."
Jayson Price: "A complete fucking train wreck?"
Dr. Sven: "A bit on the vulgar side, but yes."
Jayson Price: "Come on Doc, no need to sugar coat things with me. I know how bad I was when I got here. Hell, even with the progress that I've made, I know I'm still far from being even remotely ready to leave."
Dr. Sven: "Yes, but with lots of hard work and your full commitment to recovery, we will get you there. Now then, that's our time for the day."
Dr. Sven writes a few last notes on his pad and then sets it onto the desk beside him. Price sits up on the couch and cracks his neck.
Jayson Price: "Jesus, you'd think with the money people have to pay to come here you'd have a softer couch. I feel like I just spent an hour lying on a curb. And I've done that enough times to know what that feels like, so don't think I'm just exaggerating."
The doctor lets out a chuckle as he gets to his feet. He gestures to the door as Price stands up.
Dr. Sven: "Well, once you leave here your days of waking up in the gutter, smelling of whiskey, weed and cheap hookers will be long, long behind you."
Jayson Price: "Ah, memories. That was such a great 4th of July."
Dr. Sven shakes his head as he pulls the door open and allows Price to step out into the hallway. This is a much different setting than that of inside the office. While that was posh and elegant, the hallways are bland and empty. White walls, linoleum floors and fluorescent lighting, you almost feel as though you're in a hospital. The pair walk down the hallway, passing by closed, numbered doors. Their footsteps make a soft echo that bounces off of the walls.
Jayson Price: "So come on Doc, level with me. How long do you see this whole rehabilitation process going? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm fully committed to getting better, but this place isn't exactly cheap."
Dr. Sven: "True progress takes time. And remember, you're paying for the absolute best care in teh entire world. Can you really put a price on complete and total recover?"
Jayson Price: "No but you guys sure can, am I right?"
Price laughs and holds up his hand, waiting for a high five. It never comes. The doctor merely shakes his head no as they finally come to a stop.
Dr. Sven: "And here we are, back at home. I want you to take the rest of the day to rest and to think over everything that we discussed in our session. Remember, the key to recovery is discovery. Once you find that part of you that wants to better yourself, you will be ready to move on."
Jayson Price: "That's deep. Hallmark card deep. You ever think about a career in motivational speaking? Pick up a little extra cash on the side?"
Dr. Sven gestures for Price to go into his room
Dr. Sven: "That'll be all for today."
Jayson Price: "You never did answer my question about why we have to spend our time locked up in here. I thought this was a high end facility, not mininum security prison."
Dr. Sven: "You know full well why you spend your time in your room. Or have we forgotten about your first day when you decided to try making a cocktail out of rubbing alcohol and methadone."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, I'll never do that again. Should have gone with the kool-aid and methadone mix, probably would have gone down smoother."
Dr. Sven: "Not exactly what I was hoping to here. Now then, off you go. Dinner will be in a few hours."
Jayson Price: "Can I get a menu this time? That fish shit you've been serving the past few nights has my stomach in all kinds of knots."
The doctor says nothing as he walks away. Price starts to call out to him and then stops as he turns and reaches for his door handle. He pulls the door open and steps inside...only to freeze in his tracks.
Jayson Price: "Uh, what the fuck?"
Teo Del Sol is laid out on Price's bed, dressed in an orderly's uniform and reading a magazine.
Jayson Price: "Comfy?"
Teo Del Sol: "Not really? What are these mattresses made out of, crumpled up newspaper?"
Jayson Price: "Most likely. So, uh, might I ask just what the fuck it is you're doing here? Or more importantly, how you found me?"
Teo Del Sol: "Him."
Teo points to the corner. Price turns.
Jayson Price: "There's no one there."
Teo Del Sol: "I know. That was to distract you."
Price is quickly shoved to the side and the door slammed shut. Price starts to protest when the blade of a machete is put at his throat.
Jayson Price: "Nice to see you as well, Corey."
Corey Black: "Can the sweet talk, Princess. We've got business to discuss."
Jayson Price: "Two quick questions. First, how'd you find me?"
Corey Black: "Fuck you, that's how."
Jayson Price: "Fair enough. Question two, how the fuck did you get in here without being seen? You're not exactly incognito, what with being the only orderly in the world that wears a mask to work."
Teo Del Sol: "Yeah, well, you see-
Corey Black: "Shut the fuck up already, Price. We don't have the time."
Jayson Price: "Look, it's not that I don't appreciate the visit, but any business that you want to discuss doesn't interest me. I'm here for a reason and I'm not about to get wrapped up in your shit."
Corey Black: "Teo and I are entering Trios."
Jayson Price: "Congratulations."
Corey Black: "And you're going to be our 3rd."
Jayson Price: "Like fuck I am. I told you, I'm not getting wrapped up in your-"
Black thrusts his machete out, letting the point graze Price's neck just by the jugular.
Jayson Price: "-shit. Well I mean I guess I can hear you out at the least. After all, you did come all this way."
Black lowers his blade but keeps it unsheathed.
Jayson Price: "Christ, you ever think that one day you might slip and do some real damage to someone."
Corey Black: "If that day comes I'm sure it'll be you."
Jayson Price: "Promises, promises."
Teo Del Sol: "You guys want me to leave so you can use the bed, or what?"
Black raises his machete and points it at Teo.
Corey Black: "Don't think you're safe, Ted."
Jayson Price: "Oh, so now you're going around waving that thing at everyone now? I thought I was special."
Price feigns wiping away a tear as Black seems to be deciding whether or not it's time to do the world a favor.
Teo Del Sol: "Maybe just turn down the lights, put on a little Kenny G?"
Jayson Price: "Okay, joke got old."
Corey Black: "Look, we're here because we're dragging your ass back home and forming a Trios team."
Jayson Price: "Why me? For fucks sake, you hate me."
Teo Del Sol: "More like he wants to hate fu-"
Corey Black: "Finish that sentence and I'll make you Teo Del Soprano after I chop off your lucha stick."
Teo Del Sol: "We came to get you because Corey here insists that, despite your many, many, many, many, many-"
Jayson Price: "That's at least one many too many."
Teo Del Sol: "-faults, you're still our best option for a teammate. We want to win and, well-"
Corey Black: "Fly and Orbit said no."
Teo Del Sol: "Yeah that too."
Jayson Price: "Suddenly I don't feel so special. Quick, Corey, unsheathe your sword and threaten me with it again."
The room goes silent as nobody seems sure what to say next.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, okay, I guess that joke was a bit much."
Corey Black: "I'm starting to think we should have asked Grime first."
Jayson Price: "Aww, you don't really mean that."
Corey Black: "God damn it! Shut up and focus!"
Jayson Price: "Okay, I'll focus on the fact that I'm in rehab and have no interest in teaming with you guys in Trios. No offense, but I've got bigger things going on."
Corey Black: "Look here you selfish bastard, quit thinking of yourself for once and-"
Jayson Price: "Wait just a cotton picking second-"
Black raises his machete to Price's throat.
Corey Black: "You get one of those."
Jayson Price: "What? You mean...you can't call racist on that! It's a damn expression! Besides, just because your last name is Black doesn't mean you are black. That'd be like saying Jonny Fly can actually fly because his name says so."
Corey Black: "I'm half black you jackass."
Jayson Price: "And so am I. You know, below the waist."
Price shoots the camera a wink.
Jayson Price: "God I miss talking about my dick on camera."
Black lowers the machete and points it at Price's junk.
Corey Black: "I'm pretty sure you know what I'm about to say next."
Jayson Price: "So, uh, when's our flight?"
The scene fades out as Black lowers his machete and the three begin to discuss their plans.
May 1st, 2016
Somewhere Over Texas
3PM
The scene fades back in with a shot of Jayson Price staring out the window of the plane that he, Teo and Corey are taking into Mexico City for Slam. Black is playing GTA V in the background and Teo has his feet propped up and is taking a nap. Or at least he appears to be taking a nap, you really can't see his eyes under that mask.
Jayson Price: "I thought you said we were going to discuss a strategy on the plane?"
Corey Black: "I did. But that was just to get your ass to shut the fuck up and get on the plane."
Jayson Price: "You know, we're never going to have a good relationship if there's no trust."
Corey Black: "That joke really got old back in Sweden."
Jayson Price: "But my heart....my heart will go on!"
Corey Black: "For christ's sake, really? Celine Dion? It's becoming less of a joke and more of a-"
Teo Del Sol: "Obvious sign that he wants to replace that machete in your hand with something else long and hard?"
Jayson Price: "Well he's got the long part right, but I'm only at like a half chub right now."
Corey Black: "God damn it, I'm about 5 seconds away from crashing this fucking plane."
Jayson Price: "But then how will we ever win Trios?"
Corey Black: "Fuck Trios, I can't handle the gay jokes anymore. Once again you've ruined something that I once enjoyed."
Jayson Price: "Oh here we go. Now we're going to hear all about how I ruined-"
Corey Black: "Don't you even dare say it."
Jayson Price: "Civil War. God, just get over it. So what if I tweeted out the ending, get over it."
Corey Black: "I told you I was avoiding the Internet just so I wouldn't see any spoilers and you immediately told me what you read. You're the fucking worst!"
Jayson Price: "Oh boo fucking hoo. You're still going to see it so I don't even want to hear it."
Corey Black: "That's it, I'm crashing the plane."
Black runs to the door that leads to the cockpit and begins trying to rip it open.
Corey Black: "Open this door! I have a plane to crash!"
Jayson Price: "So, Teo, how exactly did he talk you into all of this?"
Teo Del Sol: "He kidnapped me and then drove me to the rehab facility where you were."
Jayson Price: "That was it? He didn't use any special reverse psychology or anything to sway you?"
Teo Del Sol: "Not really. I didn't have any partners for Trios and I kinda liked the attention. I mean, it's not everyday somebody kidnaps a person to be on a team."
Jayson Price: "You're an odd little man, Teo."
Teo Del Sol: "So they tell me. Now then, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap."
Jayson Price: "Don't you mean you're going to take a siesta?"
Teo Del Sol: "I'm not Spanish you moron."
Teo turns to his side and tries to go to sleep as Corey continues to bang on the cockpit door.
Jayson Price: "Do you mind? Teo is trying to sleep!"
Corey lowers his arms and turns around.
Corey Black: "One. More. Joke. Just one more and I swear to God I will slit your throat and then toss your body through that window."
Jayson Price: "Fine. Go back to your game and settle down."
Corey takes a long, deep breath and then goes back over to his seat to continue his game. Price turns to look out the window as the plane finally crosses the border into Mexico.
Jayson Price: "You just had to bring me back for Trios, didn't you Corey? And to face off against a team led by Logan, of all people?"
Corey Black: "What can I say, I needed someone to combat the idiocy of Logan."
Jayson Price: "You don't need all that much to combat Logan, you moron. A decade ago maybe you may have needed to call in back-up, but that mother fucker hasn't been relevant since..."
Corey Black: "2010?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, 2010. Mother fucker managed to win himself the World Title in 2010 and then fell right back into nobody giving a flying fuck about him. Hell, I've won-"
Corey Black: "We know, every title."
Jayson Price: "Well, actually, I was just going to point out the 2 World Titles I've won in the 6 years since Logan lost the belt, but thanks for remembering all the others."
Corey Black: "God damn it. I really need to stop helping your ass."
Jayson Price: "Just remember who showed up to bust who out of rehab just to be on their team."
Corey Black: "I've regretted it since the moment we found you."
Jayson Price: "Enough about that though. So you've got me here, telling me that we're about to go up against Logan, Dag Riddick and whatever the fuck GAME is. By the way, seriously, what the fuck kind of name is GAME? Don't tell me he goes around saying shit like 'GAME OVER' and 'TIME TO PLAY THE GAME'."
Corey Black: "I don't know. I don't pay attention to the little fucks like him."
Jayson Price: "God damn it, what use are you? Teo. TEO!"
Price rips off one of his shoes and whips it at Teo.
Teo Del Sol: "WHAT?!"
Jayson Price: "What do you know about GAME?"
Teo Del Sol: "Enough to know I don't care. Now leave me be, I need my beauty sleep."
Teo turns back over and goes back to sleep.
Jayson Price: "'Beauty sleep'? Is this bitch for real?"
Corey Black: "Fuck if I know. I'm still trying to get him to let me take a peek under the mask."
Jayson Price: "You think he's got a full on Deadpool thing going on? You know, all scarred and burnt and shit?"
Corey Black: "Either that or he's just the normal kind of ugly."
Jayson Price: "Possible. So what's the plan for this match?"
Corey Black: "Plan? We got no plan."
Jayson Price: "No plan? So we just charge the fuck into the ring and beat the fuck out of them?"
Corey Black: "Yup."
Jayson Price: "Beautiful. Well then, wake me up when we land."
The scene ends.
Narconon Eslöv
Eslöv, Sweden
3:45PM
Jayson Price: "I tell you, Doc, there's days when I miss the ring. The crowd cheering. The bright lights. Hell, I even miss the smells of sweat and dried blood caked into the ring. But I know that no matter how badly I miss it, right now it's the last place that I need to be."
We hear the voice of Jayson Price as the scene slowly fades in. We find ourselves looking into the posh office of Dr. Helmut Sven, a world renowned physician and therapist that specializes in drug and alcohol dependency, located in the southern part of Sweden. The doctor is sitting in his office chair, a pen and paper lying on his knee, as he stares ahead at Jayson Price as he lies on a couch.
Jayson Price: "The WCF, it's my home, but it's also the source of all my greatest vices. All day, every day, surrounded by all of the things that have lead me down this path that I'm on. You can't even imagine the struggle I had to endure to convince myself to walk away."
Dr. Sven: "Yes, but you did it. You did it! You're stronger than you believe yourself to be. You came to us a man that was on the verge of total self destruction. I've seen many men that struggled with their addictions, but you were, how can I put..."
Jayson Price: "A complete fucking train wreck?"
Dr. Sven: "A bit on the vulgar side, but yes."
Jayson Price: "Come on Doc, no need to sugar coat things with me. I know how bad I was when I got here. Hell, even with the progress that I've made, I know I'm still far from being even remotely ready to leave."
Dr. Sven: "Yes, but with lots of hard work and your full commitment to recovery, we will get you there. Now then, that's our time for the day."
Dr. Sven writes a few last notes on his pad and then sets it onto the desk beside him. Price sits up on the couch and cracks his neck.
Jayson Price: "Jesus, you'd think with the money people have to pay to come here you'd have a softer couch. I feel like I just spent an hour lying on a curb. And I've done that enough times to know what that feels like, so don't think I'm just exaggerating."
The doctor lets out a chuckle as he gets to his feet. He gestures to the door as Price stands up.
Dr. Sven: "Well, once you leave here your days of waking up in the gutter, smelling of whiskey, weed and cheap hookers will be long, long behind you."
Jayson Price: "Ah, memories. That was such a great 4th of July."
Dr. Sven shakes his head as he pulls the door open and allows Price to step out into the hallway. This is a much different setting than that of inside the office. While that was posh and elegant, the hallways are bland and empty. White walls, linoleum floors and fluorescent lighting, you almost feel as though you're in a hospital. The pair walk down the hallway, passing by closed, numbered doors. Their footsteps make a soft echo that bounces off of the walls.
Jayson Price: "So come on Doc, level with me. How long do you see this whole rehabilitation process going? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm fully committed to getting better, but this place isn't exactly cheap."
Dr. Sven: "True progress takes time. And remember, you're paying for the absolute best care in teh entire world. Can you really put a price on complete and total recover?"
Jayson Price: "No but you guys sure can, am I right?"
Price laughs and holds up his hand, waiting for a high five. It never comes. The doctor merely shakes his head no as they finally come to a stop.
Dr. Sven: "And here we are, back at home. I want you to take the rest of the day to rest and to think over everything that we discussed in our session. Remember, the key to recovery is discovery. Once you find that part of you that wants to better yourself, you will be ready to move on."
Jayson Price: "That's deep. Hallmark card deep. You ever think about a career in motivational speaking? Pick up a little extra cash on the side?"
Dr. Sven gestures for Price to go into his room
Dr. Sven: "That'll be all for today."
Jayson Price: "You never did answer my question about why we have to spend our time locked up in here. I thought this was a high end facility, not mininum security prison."
Dr. Sven: "You know full well why you spend your time in your room. Or have we forgotten about your first day when you decided to try making a cocktail out of rubbing alcohol and methadone."
Jayson Price: "Yeah, I'll never do that again. Should have gone with the kool-aid and methadone mix, probably would have gone down smoother."
Dr. Sven: "Not exactly what I was hoping to here. Now then, off you go. Dinner will be in a few hours."
Jayson Price: "Can I get a menu this time? That fish shit you've been serving the past few nights has my stomach in all kinds of knots."
The doctor says nothing as he walks away. Price starts to call out to him and then stops as he turns and reaches for his door handle. He pulls the door open and steps inside...only to freeze in his tracks.
Jayson Price: "Uh, what the fuck?"
Teo Del Sol is laid out on Price's bed, dressed in an orderly's uniform and reading a magazine.
Jayson Price: "Comfy?"
Teo Del Sol: "Not really? What are these mattresses made out of, crumpled up newspaper?"
Jayson Price: "Most likely. So, uh, might I ask just what the fuck it is you're doing here? Or more importantly, how you found me?"
Teo Del Sol: "Him."
Teo points to the corner. Price turns.
Jayson Price: "There's no one there."
Teo Del Sol: "I know. That was to distract you."
Price is quickly shoved to the side and the door slammed shut. Price starts to protest when the blade of a machete is put at his throat.
Jayson Price: "Nice to see you as well, Corey."
Corey Black: "Can the sweet talk, Princess. We've got business to discuss."
Jayson Price: "Two quick questions. First, how'd you find me?"
Corey Black: "Fuck you, that's how."
Jayson Price: "Fair enough. Question two, how the fuck did you get in here without being seen? You're not exactly incognito, what with being the only orderly in the world that wears a mask to work."
Teo Del Sol: "Yeah, well, you see-
Corey Black: "Shut the fuck up already, Price. We don't have the time."
Jayson Price: "Look, it's not that I don't appreciate the visit, but any business that you want to discuss doesn't interest me. I'm here for a reason and I'm not about to get wrapped up in your shit."
Corey Black: "Teo and I are entering Trios."
Jayson Price: "Congratulations."
Corey Black: "And you're going to be our 3rd."
Jayson Price: "Like fuck I am. I told you, I'm not getting wrapped up in your-"
Black thrusts his machete out, letting the point graze Price's neck just by the jugular.
Jayson Price: "-shit. Well I mean I guess I can hear you out at the least. After all, you did come all this way."
Black lowers his blade but keeps it unsheathed.
Jayson Price: "Christ, you ever think that one day you might slip and do some real damage to someone."
Corey Black: "If that day comes I'm sure it'll be you."
Jayson Price: "Promises, promises."
Teo Del Sol: "You guys want me to leave so you can use the bed, or what?"
Black raises his machete and points it at Teo.
Corey Black: "Don't think you're safe, Ted."
Jayson Price: "Oh, so now you're going around waving that thing at everyone now? I thought I was special."
Price feigns wiping away a tear as Black seems to be deciding whether or not it's time to do the world a favor.
Teo Del Sol: "Maybe just turn down the lights, put on a little Kenny G?"
Jayson Price: "Okay, joke got old."
Corey Black: "Look, we're here because we're dragging your ass back home and forming a Trios team."
Jayson Price: "Why me? For fucks sake, you hate me."
Teo Del Sol: "More like he wants to hate fu-"
Corey Black: "Finish that sentence and I'll make you Teo Del Soprano after I chop off your lucha stick."
Teo Del Sol: "We came to get you because Corey here insists that, despite your many, many, many, many, many-"
Jayson Price: "That's at least one many too many."
Teo Del Sol: "-faults, you're still our best option for a teammate. We want to win and, well-"
Corey Black: "Fly and Orbit said no."
Teo Del Sol: "Yeah that too."
Jayson Price: "Suddenly I don't feel so special. Quick, Corey, unsheathe your sword and threaten me with it again."
The room goes silent as nobody seems sure what to say next.
Jayson Price: "Yeah, okay, I guess that joke was a bit much."
Corey Black: "I'm starting to think we should have asked Grime first."
Jayson Price: "Aww, you don't really mean that."
Corey Black: "God damn it! Shut up and focus!"
Jayson Price: "Okay, I'll focus on the fact that I'm in rehab and have no interest in teaming with you guys in Trios. No offense, but I've got bigger things going on."
Corey Black: "Look here you selfish bastard, quit thinking of yourself for once and-"
Jayson Price: "Wait just a cotton picking second-"
Black raises his machete to Price's throat.
Corey Black: "You get one of those."
Jayson Price: "What? You mean...you can't call racist on that! It's a damn expression! Besides, just because your last name is Black doesn't mean you are black. That'd be like saying Jonny Fly can actually fly because his name says so."
Corey Black: "I'm half black you jackass."
Jayson Price: "And so am I. You know, below the waist."
Price shoots the camera a wink.
Jayson Price: "God I miss talking about my dick on camera."
Black lowers the machete and points it at Price's junk.
Corey Black: "I'm pretty sure you know what I'm about to say next."
Jayson Price: "So, uh, when's our flight?"
The scene fades out as Black lowers his machete and the three begin to discuss their plans.
May 1st, 2016
Somewhere Over Texas
3PM
The scene fades back in with a shot of Jayson Price staring out the window of the plane that he, Teo and Corey are taking into Mexico City for Slam. Black is playing GTA V in the background and Teo has his feet propped up and is taking a nap. Or at least he appears to be taking a nap, you really can't see his eyes under that mask.
Jayson Price: "I thought you said we were going to discuss a strategy on the plane?"
Corey Black: "I did. But that was just to get your ass to shut the fuck up and get on the plane."
Jayson Price: "You know, we're never going to have a good relationship if there's no trust."
Corey Black: "That joke really got old back in Sweden."
Jayson Price: "But my heart....my heart will go on!"
Corey Black: "For christ's sake, really? Celine Dion? It's becoming less of a joke and more of a-"
Teo Del Sol: "Obvious sign that he wants to replace that machete in your hand with something else long and hard?"
Jayson Price: "Well he's got the long part right, but I'm only at like a half chub right now."
Corey Black: "God damn it, I'm about 5 seconds away from crashing this fucking plane."
Jayson Price: "But then how will we ever win Trios?"
Corey Black: "Fuck Trios, I can't handle the gay jokes anymore. Once again you've ruined something that I once enjoyed."
Jayson Price: "Oh here we go. Now we're going to hear all about how I ruined-"
Corey Black: "Don't you even dare say it."
Jayson Price: "Civil War. God, just get over it. So what if I tweeted out the ending, get over it."
Corey Black: "I told you I was avoiding the Internet just so I wouldn't see any spoilers and you immediately told me what you read. You're the fucking worst!"
Jayson Price: "Oh boo fucking hoo. You're still going to see it so I don't even want to hear it."
Corey Black: "That's it, I'm crashing the plane."
Black runs to the door that leads to the cockpit and begins trying to rip it open.
Corey Black: "Open this door! I have a plane to crash!"
Jayson Price: "So, Teo, how exactly did he talk you into all of this?"
Teo Del Sol: "He kidnapped me and then drove me to the rehab facility where you were."
Jayson Price: "That was it? He didn't use any special reverse psychology or anything to sway you?"
Teo Del Sol: "Not really. I didn't have any partners for Trios and I kinda liked the attention. I mean, it's not everyday somebody kidnaps a person to be on a team."
Jayson Price: "You're an odd little man, Teo."
Teo Del Sol: "So they tell me. Now then, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap."
Jayson Price: "Don't you mean you're going to take a siesta?"
Teo Del Sol: "I'm not Spanish you moron."
Teo turns to his side and tries to go to sleep as Corey continues to bang on the cockpit door.
Jayson Price: "Do you mind? Teo is trying to sleep!"
Corey lowers his arms and turns around.
Corey Black: "One. More. Joke. Just one more and I swear to God I will slit your throat and then toss your body through that window."
Jayson Price: "Fine. Go back to your game and settle down."
Corey takes a long, deep breath and then goes back over to his seat to continue his game. Price turns to look out the window as the plane finally crosses the border into Mexico.
Jayson Price: "You just had to bring me back for Trios, didn't you Corey? And to face off against a team led by Logan, of all people?"
Corey Black: "What can I say, I needed someone to combat the idiocy of Logan."
Jayson Price: "You don't need all that much to combat Logan, you moron. A decade ago maybe you may have needed to call in back-up, but that mother fucker hasn't been relevant since..."
Corey Black: "2010?"
Jayson Price: "Yeah, 2010. Mother fucker managed to win himself the World Title in 2010 and then fell right back into nobody giving a flying fuck about him. Hell, I've won-"
Corey Black: "We know, every title."
Jayson Price: "Well, actually, I was just going to point out the 2 World Titles I've won in the 6 years since Logan lost the belt, but thanks for remembering all the others."
Corey Black: "God damn it. I really need to stop helping your ass."
Jayson Price: "Just remember who showed up to bust who out of rehab just to be on their team."
Corey Black: "I've regretted it since the moment we found you."
Jayson Price: "Enough about that though. So you've got me here, telling me that we're about to go up against Logan, Dag Riddick and whatever the fuck GAME is. By the way, seriously, what the fuck kind of name is GAME? Don't tell me he goes around saying shit like 'GAME OVER' and 'TIME TO PLAY THE GAME'."
Corey Black: "I don't know. I don't pay attention to the little fucks like him."
Jayson Price: "God damn it, what use are you? Teo. TEO!"
Price rips off one of his shoes and whips it at Teo.
Teo Del Sol: "WHAT?!"
Jayson Price: "What do you know about GAME?"
Teo Del Sol: "Enough to know I don't care. Now leave me be, I need my beauty sleep."
Teo turns back over and goes back to sleep.
Jayson Price: "'Beauty sleep'? Is this bitch for real?"
Corey Black: "Fuck if I know. I'm still trying to get him to let me take a peek under the mask."
Jayson Price: "You think he's got a full on Deadpool thing going on? You know, all scarred and burnt and shit?"
Corey Black: "Either that or he's just the normal kind of ugly."
Jayson Price: "Possible. So what's the plan for this match?"
Corey Black: "Plan? We got no plan."
Jayson Price: "No plan? So we just charge the fuck into the ring and beat the fuck out of them?"
Corey Black: "Yup."
Jayson Price: "Beautiful. Well then, wake me up when we land."
The scene ends.
