Post by Jayson Price on Oct 23, 2016 5:52:34 GMT -5
Jayson Price: "Look, Stu, the fact is that this world needs villains. Or at least people that others can point to and say 'those are the bad guys'. And that's what Pantheon is. We're the people in this company, and in this business as a whole, that everyone else looks at and points their fingers and says 'you're the bad guys'. No matter what we do that's good, no matter how much we try to do to improve the world around us, people always want to thumb their noses at Pantheon. To them, we're the 'invaders'. We're the 'virus'. And we're probably a hundred other nouns, verbs, adjectives and other fucking grammar terms, but the point is that to them we're the enemy because they don't agree with what we have to say about the fucking shit that we see. They didn't see a problem with the road that WCF was going down before WAR. They just saw a nice, wide open field where they could roam free, do as they please and feel invincible because there weren't any threats amongst the other bitches. Enter Pantheon and it's fucking chaos with everyone accusing of us trying to come in and stir the pot. We try to shake things up, turn the establishment on it's head and make things the way they used to be when there was competition amongst the roster, and suddenly we're trying to destroy what they love. But we're not the bad guys, Stu. We're really not. You've got the WCF, a company that once housed guys like Slickie T and Torture and Bobby Cairo as the World Champions, suddenly being led by guys like Thomas Bates and Gemini fucking Battle. The whole fucking company was on the decline faster than the Titanic with the fucking iceberg, aka Seth Lerch, just constantly trying to ram into the boat by booking shit matches with the shit wrestlers that he was stuck with because he decided to fire his best talent. But no, we're the bad guys because we dared to come back and raise the level of competition. Oh, just fuck us, right?"
October 21st, 2016
Price/Pantheon Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Midnightish
Following a lengthy rant from the one and only Jayson Price, the scene finally fades in on the inside of the top floor of Price Tower. Jayson is again seated in his favorite armchair, feet propped up on the table in front of him with a drink in hand, as Cameraman Stu sits across from him on the couch.
Cameraman Stu: "Again, I mean, I'm just here because you mentioned something about pizza. But sure."
Jayson Price: "God damn it Stu, learn what a rhetorical question is already. Here Pantheon is, a little over a week away from Helloween when Team Pantheon is set to sweep whatever ragtag group of fucktards gets put together to form Team WCF and win the right to insert ourselves into what title matches at One that we choose, yet rather than smarten up and get on board with the inevitable change that is coming, we're being met with cold stares and jeers. I mean obviously Seth is on board, at least a little bit, because he sped up our plans faster than we could have ever imagined and basically handed us the opportunity to turn One into PantheONE. I mean, come on, why else would he make the stipulation that a win gives Pantheon the chance to hold every title in the company? So if Seth is on board with the change for the better, why isn't the roster?"
Cameraman Stu: "Maybe because they don't want to get shoved back down the ole ladder?"
Jayson Price: "You know, I did consider that to be a possibility. And I mean, sure, I can see where some people might have an issue with being forced back into obscurity. But is that really as bad as living a lie. Can so many people on the roster really be that okay with going through each day, knowing that they aren't as good as they're making themselves out to be, in a position as a champion when they aren't worthy of the belt? All of that guilt, it's just not healthy for the body, Stu. So hey, maybe a thank you is in order from some of these guys that are holding gold right now. Pantheon is here and more than willing to take all of that weight off your shoulders, both the guilt and the gold that is, and help you better yourselves. Because we're not the bad guys, we're the heroes in this story. We're misunderstood."
Cameraman Stu: "Stop it Jayson, you're making me tear up with all of this good will."
Jayson Price: "What can I say, deep down I've got a soft spot for all the mongoloids and mongoloidettes. But I do know that there is going to be those that aren't ready to stop living the lie. Those that feel that they are as good as they've made themselves up to be. Those will be the ones that will fight till the bitter end, refusing to give up and all of that inspirational crap. Those are the ones that we'll take the most pride in helping because they're the ones that need us the most. Thomas Bates is a great example. I mean, if he still actually held a belt and wasn't just known as the guy that looks like a fucking walking steroid. So for a second just go back in your mind a little bit to that sad, depressing time when Bates was still holding the World Title. I know, you're probably immediately feeling like you want to slit your wrists, but just stay with me for a minute. Okay you got that image in your head? Good. Now tell me, does Bates feel like the kind of person to be glad to have Pantheon coming back into the company with the plan of helping again? Well you don't need to imagine that, it's already happening and he's whining like a bitch about it, but I figured it'd be nice if for one second someone was actually remembering when Bates was able to be called World Champion. Well, you know, besides Bates himself. But he's the poster boy for the people in WCF right now who fighting the idea of change. He's bitching, he's moaning, he's deadset in his ways because Seth let him get the taste of the World Title because he was suddenly missing literally everyone that was ahead of Bates on the ladder. So really, this is all Seth's fault, just in case anyone was looking for the scapegoat."
Cameraman Stu: "I actually felt like you made that point quite well last week."
Jayson Price: "Yeah well you never know if anyone is actually bothering to watch these interviews. For all I know this could be up on some website for nerds that still live at home. And they're just watching this, chip crumbs stuck to their sweaty fat rolls, angry because I dared to take a second and insult the average wrestling fan. But hopefully they don't get too angry, it'd be a shame if their clogged up arteries killed them."
Cameraman Stu: "Well now that's depressing."
Jayson Price: "Eh, the world could do with a few less fatties. But back to the point, the people that are so deadset against the changes we've got in mind, like I said I'd be lying if I said I didn't get it. Because I do. I really do. This is the wrestling business and if there's one constant it's that there's always someone gearing up for a double cross. You go through each day around here wondering who's going to be the one to go for the cheap shot and stab you in the back. I should know, I've done it plenty of times. Hell I gotta use both hands to count the number of times I've double crossed Corey Black in the time I've been with WCF, and that bastard is my best friend. But there isn't some sort of shadowy, back room dealings going on here. We've told you everything that we were planning to do since we arrived. Black wins the World Title, Flash wins WAR and suddenly One has an all Pantheon main event. Then Seth, in what can only be described as his first smart decision since giving me a World Title Match at Fifteen, booked this Hellimination Match with it's stipulation. I mean, yeah, we'd planned to start winning all the belts and holding all the gold, but we figured it'd take a little time for Seth to give in and book us the right way. But he just up and handed us the chance. And that's really all we've got planned. Take all the belts, pull out our dicks and tell you to get to sucking. Well maybe that last part wasn't discussed, but it's pretty appropriate. We're not necessarily winging it as we go, we're a little more intelligent than that, but we're not waiting around gearing up to drop some kind of swerve on you people."
Cameraman Stu: “You do realize that when people say that they aren’t going to stab a person in the back, they pretty much always do. Like, it has to happen at least 9 times out of 10, minimum.”
Jayson Price: “Hey, I’m not necessarily saying that I’m expecting people to believe me, but they should. Pantheon doesn’t operate in the shadows, we’re right out there doing whatever we want in plain view of God, Jesus, Seth Lerch, the fans and everyone else that’s got eyes. It didn’t matter if we were a small group or the mega faction that we are now, we’ve always gotten the world’s attention because of the name power that was assembled. And we were never afraid to be in the spotlight, laying it all out for everyone to be clued in on. Why? Because who the fuck do we have to fear? Like, right now, I’ve told you what our current plans are. They are splendid or all that grand, but there they are. Now tell me who is going to stop Pantheon from moving forward and completing them? Team WCF, whoever it is that might be joining Archer, Kaine and Teddy Blaze? Let’s be honest, unless God, Jesus, Chuck Norris and The Incredible Hulk are walking down that ramp to join them, I couldn’t give any less fucks about what they know. But no, I’ll be serious for a second, the two most talented people in WCF that they could have added, Bates and Battle, aren’t being added because they’re already in a World Title Match that night. And Seth nixed Tom-O-Hawk on the grounds that he’s defending the Tag Titles, so he’s out. I mean, why he was a choice to begin with is rather perplexing but oh well. So who would that even leave? Lilith? Would you two fucks be stupid enough to bring in the teddy bear psycho? Probably, but I doubt you can sit her down long enough to talk her into it. What about Twilight? Eh, she’s too smart to join your sinking ship of a team. So that leaves...a roster full of Adrian Archer’s and Damian Kaine’s. Teddy Blaze will go down as the only person on Team WCF that people are going to remember come this time next year. Nobody is going to know the name Adrian Archer or Damian Kaine, you’ll go the route of one offs like Patrilli or Preecha Kamon. Don’t recognize the names? That’s the point. You’re insignificant filler that’s been hanging around WCF for as long as you have because the bar was being set so ridiculously low by the leftovers following Lerch’s power trip. They were around for Helloween 2015 and now? Who the fuck knows where they are. And you two will be here for Helloween 2016 and then you’ll be gone. Maybe not the next day, maybe not even next month, but you won’t be here a year from now. You’ll be pushed into a crippling depression, you’ll start thinking about self harm, then you’ll remember you don’t have a single testicle between the two of you and you’ll puss out and then finally you’ll quit and move back to wherever it is that you came from so you can go back to performing in barns for a group of 20 hillbillies.”
Cameraman Stu: “According to your Wikipedia page, there was a time when you yourself was wrestling in barns and VFW’s.”
Jayson Price: “Yeah well the difference is that I started off in those little shit holes and then I moved up to the big leagues and never looked back. You’ve got these guys today that think they can hang with the big boys but they’re meant to be bouncing around in the Indies from state to state like carnival folk. They were never meant to be given their time in the spotlight, but hey, when a company fires half of it’s roster, suddenly the best of the bottom of the barrel can have a spot in the big leagues because no owner can keep putting on shows with all of 7 guys.”
Cameraman Stu: “Can I say something real quick?”
Jayson Price: “I’d rather you not, but I have a feeling you’ll say something anyway so go for it.”
Cameraman Stu: “Well it’s not that you’re penthouse isn’t nice, but we literally spent last Friday sitting here all night talking shop. I mean, at least this time we’ve got pizza, but still.”
Jayson Price: “What? You want to do something else?”
Cameraman Stu: “I mean, can we do something else? Switch it up a little bit?”
Jayson Price: “What the hell. Come on.”
The scene fades out to black as Price pushes himself up from his chair.
October 21st, 2016
Price/Pantheon Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Shortly After 1am
The scene fades back in on Jayson Price as he’s seated in a nearly identical armchair from earlier, only this one is seated in the middle of the strip club located on the 13th floor of the tower. Stu reappears in the scene, dragging in a foot stool for Price, who immediately throws his feet up on it.
Jayson Price: “There, we switched it up a little.”
Stu turns and looks at the dancer swinging around on a pole in front of Price.
Cameraman Stu: “So do you just keep girls down here, dancing around in an empty room on the off chance you might decide to stop by?”
Jayson Price: “Welcome to Pantheon. Now then-”
Cameraman Stu: “Wait. But how do you know that they’re down here dancing when you aren’t around? Couldn’t they just be sitting around, I don’t know, playing solitaire or on Facebook? And you’re putting out god knows how much money for it?”
Jayson Price: “Again, welcome to Pantheon. It’s a rather good life if you haven’t noticed.”
Stu slaps his hand onto his forehead and takes a seat across from Price as the camera stays trained on the stripper and her ample bosom.
Jayson Price: “So like I was saying, guys like Archer and Kaine, if Bates is the posterboy for what can happen to a World Title when everyone ahead of him is suddenly removed from the picture, these are the kind of guys that you picture showing up in a company and suddenly becoming mid-card stars.You think Archer and the other little ZiTches would be Trios Champions or Hardcore Champion or whatever else they’ve managed if Pantheon had been around this whole time? Fuck no. Any 3 of us would have formed up, taken the belts and still be holding them to this day.”
Cameraman Stu: “Uh, but you guys didn’t form up until after you all got fired.”
Jayson Price: “Come on Stu, WCF without Pantheon? Believe me, we would have formed up at one point. But because we were forced out and then had to wait, WCF’s mid-card got taken over by sub-par talent that would have been curtain jerking every show had we been here. The whole company from top to bottom was screaming for help because of the shit that was being put out in front of the fans. But Archer and Kaine? They didn’t hear the cries of the fans for better talent, all they heard was their own hype. Sanchez, Flash and I went out there last week and we showed the ZiTches just a taste of the talent that they can only dream about having when we beat them. And that was just some throwaway match on Slam, what do you think is going to happen when you’ve got 7 members of Pantheon all staring down the chance to go after gold at One? If we can embarrass the little shits on Slam when we’re barely motivated, we’re going to destroy whatever team they manage to put together. It’s not ego, it’s not boasting, it’s not even a prediction. It’s a fucking fact, Stu. A fucking fact.We are the single greatest collection of talent in the history of wrestling and there isn’t a single team that WCF has right now or in it’s history that could stand up to us. Well, that’s not entirely true. If you were to take all the leftover members from the previous Pantheon teams and put them together to face us, then you’d have a match where we might break a sweat. But Fly and Orbit are too busy eating wings and hot fries, Polar Phantasm and Bobby Cairo are probably stoned and lost somewhere in Asia and Johnny Reb...well with him it’s less a matter of where and more a matter of when. So we’re not exactly worried.”
Cameraman Stu: “Didn’t you forget about Brad Kane?”
Jayson Price: “Yeah and so did everyone else, but what’s your point?”
Cameraman Stu: “No point, just figured it would be nice if he was remembered for a change.”
Jayson Price: “Well stop that. The last thing we need to do is start dropping names and having mother fuckers from day’s past showing up like Betelguese.”
Cameraman Stu: “Well fine. But with all of this talk about Helloween and what it means for One, shouldn’t you bring things back a bit and look at this week?”
Jayson Price: “Stu you’ve got it all wrong, I’ve been looking at this week. I looked at it, I studied it and then I wrote it off because we just did this shit last week. Yeah, Kaine being thrown in is a bit of a switch up from facing 3 of the ZiTches, but it’s still going to be Adrian Archer out there with him. I’ve heard what it is that he has to say and I’ve already seen once that he can’t back it up once he’s forced to face off against real talent. Kaine, he’s on the same level as everyone else that I’ve been seeing around here. And people will be like ‘yeah well you don’t have Flash out there this week’ and they’re right, but I’m still Jayson fucking Price and this week I’m bringing Wade Moor with me. Come on, I’m bringing a fucking former World Champion and Archer is bringing Damian Kaine. Where’s the fear that I’m supposed to be feeling? Does it come when we’re all in the ring and I’m staring at two guys that should be parking my car? Come on Stu, tell me when I’m supposed to stop overlooking this match.”
Cameraman Stu: “Well when you put it that way I suppose.”
Jayson Price: “Well maybe you do have a point, maybe you don’t. Honestly I’m leaning towards the latter.”
The stripper that’s been dancing in the background walks off stage as the song ends. Another starts up and a new stripper walks up onto the stage.
Cameraman Stu: “So since you’re looking at One already, have you given any thought about what title you might go after once Helloween is over?”
Jayson Price: “I have. I thought about maybe adding myself to the World Title Match, make it a PanthTripleThreat. Price versus Black versus Flash would set all kinds of records for a PPV, I’m sure of it. But then I thought why not let Corey and Joey have their moment and not be a dick.”
Cameraman Stu: “Holy shit, you actually thought about not being a dick?”
Jayson Price: “Yeah, sometimes I do try to be decent. Anyway, I’ve got my eye on a few belts, maybe Hardcore or Television. Trios is out there and I wouldn’t mind crossing that one off the list. But you aren’t going to get my final answer, I’m saving that little surprise for after we win.”
Cameraman Stu: “Come on, not even a little hint?”
Jayson Price: “Fuck off with that shit, Stu. Nobody likes a beggar.”
Cameraman Stu: “Fair enough.”
Jayson Price: “But you know what, now you’ve got me pissed off. So ask me again about this week.”
Cameraman Stu: “So what-”
Jayson Price: “Shut the fuck up and listen. You want to know what I think about Archer and Kaine? Well then here you go. Let me start off with this little shit Adrian Archer. Wants to run around here calling himself ‘The Magnificent Bastard’. Fuck it, I’ll give you the bastard part of that name because I’m sure whatever drunk mother fucker that knocked up your mother bailed as soon as he woke up the next morning. But in what fucking universe are you considered ‘magnificent’? Oh wait, I know. In the WCF Universe where Pantheon hadn’t yet debuted. I’m sure without us around you were quite ‘magnificent’, but now you’re back to being an obnoxious jackass. What the fuck is this little manual of yours about being a Magnificent Bastard? ‘Brilliant and devious’? If I had a nickle for every brain cell you had in that little ass peanut knocking around in your skull, I’d be in the negative. Everything that I’ve heard come out of your mouth points to you living in your own little fantasy world where you’re this important, intelligent and I dunno, a decent wrestler? ‘Can arrange the game so that they win’? Well how’d that work out for you last week, Adrian? You sure showed us just how well you can make it so you’re always the winner. Or wait, is that another one of those things you can do in your fantasy world? You see, now that makes sense. You’re already building yourself up as a real wrestler in your head, so surely you’re making it so you never lose in there too. Oh man, are you and He-Man like 47 time tag team champions in there? That’s tits bro, just tits. ‘Improvisation’? I mean, aren’t we just calling the same god damn thing a bunch of different names? Your whole schtick so far consists of you making shit up on the fly. Come on, what the fuck? ‘Move heaven and hell to complete your goals’? Well hey, at least you got something new on there. But we’re going right back to last week. You had the goal of winning, you can arrange the game so you can win...but you lost. So unless you’re going to go down the route where you blame it all on your partners and say you had nothing to do with the loss, then that just means your mini manifesto is a pile of bullshit. Which, honestly it’s what I’d thought the first time I read it, but it’s too fun ripping this shit to threads in front of the camera so all the fans can hear it. ‘Charismatic, charming, strong personality, people respect them’. Bullshit, bullshit, that’s what parents tell their ugly children and come on, who the fuck respects your bitch ass. Come on Archer, you’re just making this shit too easy. You want me to admire you? Do something. Win a fucking match that matters. Or leave. Fuck it, you leave, I’ll convince all of Pantheon to publically admit that we admire and respect you. Just a small price to pay to get you the fuck out of here. The rest of this fucking thing reads like a list of words that an 8th grader read in a thesaurus and decided to use to sound smart. ‘Savvy and audacious’. Hold up. Savvy? Bitch, you saw Pantheon show up and yet you stayed and then decided you were going to start up a team to try and take us out. Where in the fuck did you get the idea that this was a savvy move? You say you can’t fall for traps but apparently you’re quite good at setting yourself up to be shoved into one. I mean, unless that’s one of your ingenious plans. I don’t get what the payout for you will be once we fucking destroy you, oh savvy one, maybe a little bit of time in the spotlight since you’ll finally get the chance to main event a PPV. But is it worth the fucking beatdown? Like, really? And I can’t even keep going on about the rest of this bullshit, it’s just the same stuff repeating over and over. You’re trying to build yourself up on camera as this all knowing, all powerful, unbeatable beast and yet all I’ve seen since I’ve come back to WCF is that you’re all hype and no substance. Last week I saw what was supposed to be your best and to say I was bored would be an understatement. For fucks sake, if that was your best, what is your worst? You just lay down on the mat and cry for 20 minutes? And after reading all of this, I have to question the whole deal with the ZiTches. You make yourself off to be better than everyone, yet you knowingly surround yourself with shit. Why not go solo? Or get better partners? What the fuck kind of life decisions are you making here man? Tell me!”
Cameraman Stu: “Well that was...wow.”
Jayson Price: “Shut up, I’m not done yet.”
However Price does take a moment to take a drink off the tray of a passing waitress. He takes a long sip of it and then tips her with a twenty. The dancer in the background is twirling around on the pole, much to Stu’s delight.
Jayson Price: “But you know what, maybe I’m being too hard on little Archer here. I’ve barely scratched the surface on his partner. Damian fucking Kaine. What the fuck can you say about the guy that hasn’t already been said? No, seriously, I’m asking you what I can say that hasn’t been said. Because I’m pretty sure this is the millionth fucking ‘I’m hardcore and crazy and yada yada yada, fucking bullshit’ asshat. Jesus fuck, Lilith does your gimmick and at least makes it funny with her stupid fucking bear bullshit. What do you have? A t-shirt that lets us know you’re crazy? Congrats, we all now know you shop at Hot Topic. Ripped jeans? Well that tells us you’ve got a small dick because tights would show off your lack of a bulge. You like to hurt people physically and mentally? Well so far you’ve already succeeded with the mental attack because my brain fucking hurts trying to figure you out. Or maybe you’re not meant to be found out. Not because you’re complex, more like you’re just not worth trying to figure out. Come on man, you’re fucking generic hardcore wrestler #78. A less talented, uncharismatic rip-off of Zombie McMorris. Maybe if you start doing cocaine you’ll get a bit more personality and people will be able to stand your bland ass. Or you’ll overdose, die, everyone will show up to your funeral and then finally you’ll be the center of attention and have people saying your name. Either way I don’t give a fuck because after this week I’m banking on not having to face you again because I’ll be moving up while you stay the fucking gutter trash that you are.”
A stripper walks past the table, running a hand over Stu’s shoulder. You can almost hear the knock under the table as his face goes red.
Jayson Price: “Seriously Stu? Aren’t you married?”
Cameraman Stu: “Uh, I’m good. No thank you!”
The stripper giggles and walks off as Price shakes his head in disappointment.
Jayson Price: “You sad, sad bastard. Here, take this cash, get yourself two dancers and go hit the Pantheon Room.”
Cameraman Stu: “But my wife. I can’t!”
Jayson Price: “You will or I'll make it so you never come back to this tower again. Now go.”
Stu tries to get out of it but he finally relents and gets up. As he walks off, Price takes another long sip of his drink.
Jayson Price: “Sad mother fuckers. At work...at home...I’m surrounded by them! The fuck did I do to deserve this shit?"
The scene fades out to black as Price finishes off his drink.
October 21st, 2016
Price/Pantheon Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Midnightish
Following a lengthy rant from the one and only Jayson Price, the scene finally fades in on the inside of the top floor of Price Tower. Jayson is again seated in his favorite armchair, feet propped up on the table in front of him with a drink in hand, as Cameraman Stu sits across from him on the couch.
Cameraman Stu: "Again, I mean, I'm just here because you mentioned something about pizza. But sure."
Jayson Price: "God damn it Stu, learn what a rhetorical question is already. Here Pantheon is, a little over a week away from Helloween when Team Pantheon is set to sweep whatever ragtag group of fucktards gets put together to form Team WCF and win the right to insert ourselves into what title matches at One that we choose, yet rather than smarten up and get on board with the inevitable change that is coming, we're being met with cold stares and jeers. I mean obviously Seth is on board, at least a little bit, because he sped up our plans faster than we could have ever imagined and basically handed us the opportunity to turn One into PantheONE. I mean, come on, why else would he make the stipulation that a win gives Pantheon the chance to hold every title in the company? So if Seth is on board with the change for the better, why isn't the roster?"
Cameraman Stu: "Maybe because they don't want to get shoved back down the ole ladder?"
Jayson Price: "You know, I did consider that to be a possibility. And I mean, sure, I can see where some people might have an issue with being forced back into obscurity. But is that really as bad as living a lie. Can so many people on the roster really be that okay with going through each day, knowing that they aren't as good as they're making themselves out to be, in a position as a champion when they aren't worthy of the belt? All of that guilt, it's just not healthy for the body, Stu. So hey, maybe a thank you is in order from some of these guys that are holding gold right now. Pantheon is here and more than willing to take all of that weight off your shoulders, both the guilt and the gold that is, and help you better yourselves. Because we're not the bad guys, we're the heroes in this story. We're misunderstood."
Cameraman Stu: "Stop it Jayson, you're making me tear up with all of this good will."
Jayson Price: "What can I say, deep down I've got a soft spot for all the mongoloids and mongoloidettes. But I do know that there is going to be those that aren't ready to stop living the lie. Those that feel that they are as good as they've made themselves up to be. Those will be the ones that will fight till the bitter end, refusing to give up and all of that inspirational crap. Those are the ones that we'll take the most pride in helping because they're the ones that need us the most. Thomas Bates is a great example. I mean, if he still actually held a belt and wasn't just known as the guy that looks like a fucking walking steroid. So for a second just go back in your mind a little bit to that sad, depressing time when Bates was still holding the World Title. I know, you're probably immediately feeling like you want to slit your wrists, but just stay with me for a minute. Okay you got that image in your head? Good. Now tell me, does Bates feel like the kind of person to be glad to have Pantheon coming back into the company with the plan of helping again? Well you don't need to imagine that, it's already happening and he's whining like a bitch about it, but I figured it'd be nice if for one second someone was actually remembering when Bates was able to be called World Champion. Well, you know, besides Bates himself. But he's the poster boy for the people in WCF right now who fighting the idea of change. He's bitching, he's moaning, he's deadset in his ways because Seth let him get the taste of the World Title because he was suddenly missing literally everyone that was ahead of Bates on the ladder. So really, this is all Seth's fault, just in case anyone was looking for the scapegoat."
Cameraman Stu: "I actually felt like you made that point quite well last week."
Jayson Price: "Yeah well you never know if anyone is actually bothering to watch these interviews. For all I know this could be up on some website for nerds that still live at home. And they're just watching this, chip crumbs stuck to their sweaty fat rolls, angry because I dared to take a second and insult the average wrestling fan. But hopefully they don't get too angry, it'd be a shame if their clogged up arteries killed them."
Cameraman Stu: "Well now that's depressing."
Jayson Price: "Eh, the world could do with a few less fatties. But back to the point, the people that are so deadset against the changes we've got in mind, like I said I'd be lying if I said I didn't get it. Because I do. I really do. This is the wrestling business and if there's one constant it's that there's always someone gearing up for a double cross. You go through each day around here wondering who's going to be the one to go for the cheap shot and stab you in the back. I should know, I've done it plenty of times. Hell I gotta use both hands to count the number of times I've double crossed Corey Black in the time I've been with WCF, and that bastard is my best friend. But there isn't some sort of shadowy, back room dealings going on here. We've told you everything that we were planning to do since we arrived. Black wins the World Title, Flash wins WAR and suddenly One has an all Pantheon main event. Then Seth, in what can only be described as his first smart decision since giving me a World Title Match at Fifteen, booked this Hellimination Match with it's stipulation. I mean, yeah, we'd planned to start winning all the belts and holding all the gold, but we figured it'd take a little time for Seth to give in and book us the right way. But he just up and handed us the chance. And that's really all we've got planned. Take all the belts, pull out our dicks and tell you to get to sucking. Well maybe that last part wasn't discussed, but it's pretty appropriate. We're not necessarily winging it as we go, we're a little more intelligent than that, but we're not waiting around gearing up to drop some kind of swerve on you people."
Cameraman Stu: “You do realize that when people say that they aren’t going to stab a person in the back, they pretty much always do. Like, it has to happen at least 9 times out of 10, minimum.”
Jayson Price: “Hey, I’m not necessarily saying that I’m expecting people to believe me, but they should. Pantheon doesn’t operate in the shadows, we’re right out there doing whatever we want in plain view of God, Jesus, Seth Lerch, the fans and everyone else that’s got eyes. It didn’t matter if we were a small group or the mega faction that we are now, we’ve always gotten the world’s attention because of the name power that was assembled. And we were never afraid to be in the spotlight, laying it all out for everyone to be clued in on. Why? Because who the fuck do we have to fear? Like, right now, I’ve told you what our current plans are. They are splendid or all that grand, but there they are. Now tell me who is going to stop Pantheon from moving forward and completing them? Team WCF, whoever it is that might be joining Archer, Kaine and Teddy Blaze? Let’s be honest, unless God, Jesus, Chuck Norris and The Incredible Hulk are walking down that ramp to join them, I couldn’t give any less fucks about what they know. But no, I’ll be serious for a second, the two most talented people in WCF that they could have added, Bates and Battle, aren’t being added because they’re already in a World Title Match that night. And Seth nixed Tom-O-Hawk on the grounds that he’s defending the Tag Titles, so he’s out. I mean, why he was a choice to begin with is rather perplexing but oh well. So who would that even leave? Lilith? Would you two fucks be stupid enough to bring in the teddy bear psycho? Probably, but I doubt you can sit her down long enough to talk her into it. What about Twilight? Eh, she’s too smart to join your sinking ship of a team. So that leaves...a roster full of Adrian Archer’s and Damian Kaine’s. Teddy Blaze will go down as the only person on Team WCF that people are going to remember come this time next year. Nobody is going to know the name Adrian Archer or Damian Kaine, you’ll go the route of one offs like Patrilli or Preecha Kamon. Don’t recognize the names? That’s the point. You’re insignificant filler that’s been hanging around WCF for as long as you have because the bar was being set so ridiculously low by the leftovers following Lerch’s power trip. They were around for Helloween 2015 and now? Who the fuck knows where they are. And you two will be here for Helloween 2016 and then you’ll be gone. Maybe not the next day, maybe not even next month, but you won’t be here a year from now. You’ll be pushed into a crippling depression, you’ll start thinking about self harm, then you’ll remember you don’t have a single testicle between the two of you and you’ll puss out and then finally you’ll quit and move back to wherever it is that you came from so you can go back to performing in barns for a group of 20 hillbillies.”
Cameraman Stu: “According to your Wikipedia page, there was a time when you yourself was wrestling in barns and VFW’s.”
Jayson Price: “Yeah well the difference is that I started off in those little shit holes and then I moved up to the big leagues and never looked back. You’ve got these guys today that think they can hang with the big boys but they’re meant to be bouncing around in the Indies from state to state like carnival folk. They were never meant to be given their time in the spotlight, but hey, when a company fires half of it’s roster, suddenly the best of the bottom of the barrel can have a spot in the big leagues because no owner can keep putting on shows with all of 7 guys.”
Cameraman Stu: “Can I say something real quick?”
Jayson Price: “I’d rather you not, but I have a feeling you’ll say something anyway so go for it.”
Cameraman Stu: “Well it’s not that you’re penthouse isn’t nice, but we literally spent last Friday sitting here all night talking shop. I mean, at least this time we’ve got pizza, but still.”
Jayson Price: “What? You want to do something else?”
Cameraman Stu: “I mean, can we do something else? Switch it up a little bit?”
Jayson Price: “What the hell. Come on.”
The scene fades out to black as Price pushes himself up from his chair.
October 21st, 2016
Price/Pantheon Tower
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Shortly After 1am
The scene fades back in on Jayson Price as he’s seated in a nearly identical armchair from earlier, only this one is seated in the middle of the strip club located on the 13th floor of the tower. Stu reappears in the scene, dragging in a foot stool for Price, who immediately throws his feet up on it.
Jayson Price: “There, we switched it up a little.”
Stu turns and looks at the dancer swinging around on a pole in front of Price.
Cameraman Stu: “So do you just keep girls down here, dancing around in an empty room on the off chance you might decide to stop by?”
Jayson Price: “Welcome to Pantheon. Now then-”
Cameraman Stu: “Wait. But how do you know that they’re down here dancing when you aren’t around? Couldn’t they just be sitting around, I don’t know, playing solitaire or on Facebook? And you’re putting out god knows how much money for it?”
Jayson Price: “Again, welcome to Pantheon. It’s a rather good life if you haven’t noticed.”
Stu slaps his hand onto his forehead and takes a seat across from Price as the camera stays trained on the stripper and her ample bosom.
Jayson Price: “So like I was saying, guys like Archer and Kaine, if Bates is the posterboy for what can happen to a World Title when everyone ahead of him is suddenly removed from the picture, these are the kind of guys that you picture showing up in a company and suddenly becoming mid-card stars.You think Archer and the other little ZiTches would be Trios Champions or Hardcore Champion or whatever else they’ve managed if Pantheon had been around this whole time? Fuck no. Any 3 of us would have formed up, taken the belts and still be holding them to this day.”
Cameraman Stu: “Uh, but you guys didn’t form up until after you all got fired.”
Jayson Price: “Come on Stu, WCF without Pantheon? Believe me, we would have formed up at one point. But because we were forced out and then had to wait, WCF’s mid-card got taken over by sub-par talent that would have been curtain jerking every show had we been here. The whole company from top to bottom was screaming for help because of the shit that was being put out in front of the fans. But Archer and Kaine? They didn’t hear the cries of the fans for better talent, all they heard was their own hype. Sanchez, Flash and I went out there last week and we showed the ZiTches just a taste of the talent that they can only dream about having when we beat them. And that was just some throwaway match on Slam, what do you think is going to happen when you’ve got 7 members of Pantheon all staring down the chance to go after gold at One? If we can embarrass the little shits on Slam when we’re barely motivated, we’re going to destroy whatever team they manage to put together. It’s not ego, it’s not boasting, it’s not even a prediction. It’s a fucking fact, Stu. A fucking fact.We are the single greatest collection of talent in the history of wrestling and there isn’t a single team that WCF has right now or in it’s history that could stand up to us. Well, that’s not entirely true. If you were to take all the leftover members from the previous Pantheon teams and put them together to face us, then you’d have a match where we might break a sweat. But Fly and Orbit are too busy eating wings and hot fries, Polar Phantasm and Bobby Cairo are probably stoned and lost somewhere in Asia and Johnny Reb...well with him it’s less a matter of where and more a matter of when. So we’re not exactly worried.”
Cameraman Stu: “Didn’t you forget about Brad Kane?”
Jayson Price: “Yeah and so did everyone else, but what’s your point?”
Cameraman Stu: “No point, just figured it would be nice if he was remembered for a change.”
Jayson Price: “Well stop that. The last thing we need to do is start dropping names and having mother fuckers from day’s past showing up like Betelguese.”
Cameraman Stu: “Well fine. But with all of this talk about Helloween and what it means for One, shouldn’t you bring things back a bit and look at this week?”
Jayson Price: “Stu you’ve got it all wrong, I’ve been looking at this week. I looked at it, I studied it and then I wrote it off because we just did this shit last week. Yeah, Kaine being thrown in is a bit of a switch up from facing 3 of the ZiTches, but it’s still going to be Adrian Archer out there with him. I’ve heard what it is that he has to say and I’ve already seen once that he can’t back it up once he’s forced to face off against real talent. Kaine, he’s on the same level as everyone else that I’ve been seeing around here. And people will be like ‘yeah well you don’t have Flash out there this week’ and they’re right, but I’m still Jayson fucking Price and this week I’m bringing Wade Moor with me. Come on, I’m bringing a fucking former World Champion and Archer is bringing Damian Kaine. Where’s the fear that I’m supposed to be feeling? Does it come when we’re all in the ring and I’m staring at two guys that should be parking my car? Come on Stu, tell me when I’m supposed to stop overlooking this match.”
Cameraman Stu: “Well when you put it that way I suppose.”
Jayson Price: “Well maybe you do have a point, maybe you don’t. Honestly I’m leaning towards the latter.”
The stripper that’s been dancing in the background walks off stage as the song ends. Another starts up and a new stripper walks up onto the stage.
Cameraman Stu: “So since you’re looking at One already, have you given any thought about what title you might go after once Helloween is over?”
Jayson Price: “I have. I thought about maybe adding myself to the World Title Match, make it a PanthTripleThreat. Price versus Black versus Flash would set all kinds of records for a PPV, I’m sure of it. But then I thought why not let Corey and Joey have their moment and not be a dick.”
Cameraman Stu: “Holy shit, you actually thought about not being a dick?”
Jayson Price: “Yeah, sometimes I do try to be decent. Anyway, I’ve got my eye on a few belts, maybe Hardcore or Television. Trios is out there and I wouldn’t mind crossing that one off the list. But you aren’t going to get my final answer, I’m saving that little surprise for after we win.”
Cameraman Stu: “Come on, not even a little hint?”
Jayson Price: “Fuck off with that shit, Stu. Nobody likes a beggar.”
Cameraman Stu: “Fair enough.”
Jayson Price: “But you know what, now you’ve got me pissed off. So ask me again about this week.”
Cameraman Stu: “So what-”
Jayson Price: “Shut the fuck up and listen. You want to know what I think about Archer and Kaine? Well then here you go. Let me start off with this little shit Adrian Archer. Wants to run around here calling himself ‘The Magnificent Bastard’. Fuck it, I’ll give you the bastard part of that name because I’m sure whatever drunk mother fucker that knocked up your mother bailed as soon as he woke up the next morning. But in what fucking universe are you considered ‘magnificent’? Oh wait, I know. In the WCF Universe where Pantheon hadn’t yet debuted. I’m sure without us around you were quite ‘magnificent’, but now you’re back to being an obnoxious jackass. What the fuck is this little manual of yours about being a Magnificent Bastard? ‘Brilliant and devious’? If I had a nickle for every brain cell you had in that little ass peanut knocking around in your skull, I’d be in the negative. Everything that I’ve heard come out of your mouth points to you living in your own little fantasy world where you’re this important, intelligent and I dunno, a decent wrestler? ‘Can arrange the game so that they win’? Well how’d that work out for you last week, Adrian? You sure showed us just how well you can make it so you’re always the winner. Or wait, is that another one of those things you can do in your fantasy world? You see, now that makes sense. You’re already building yourself up as a real wrestler in your head, so surely you’re making it so you never lose in there too. Oh man, are you and He-Man like 47 time tag team champions in there? That’s tits bro, just tits. ‘Improvisation’? I mean, aren’t we just calling the same god damn thing a bunch of different names? Your whole schtick so far consists of you making shit up on the fly. Come on, what the fuck? ‘Move heaven and hell to complete your goals’? Well hey, at least you got something new on there. But we’re going right back to last week. You had the goal of winning, you can arrange the game so you can win...but you lost. So unless you’re going to go down the route where you blame it all on your partners and say you had nothing to do with the loss, then that just means your mini manifesto is a pile of bullshit. Which, honestly it’s what I’d thought the first time I read it, but it’s too fun ripping this shit to threads in front of the camera so all the fans can hear it. ‘Charismatic, charming, strong personality, people respect them’. Bullshit, bullshit, that’s what parents tell their ugly children and come on, who the fuck respects your bitch ass. Come on Archer, you’re just making this shit too easy. You want me to admire you? Do something. Win a fucking match that matters. Or leave. Fuck it, you leave, I’ll convince all of Pantheon to publically admit that we admire and respect you. Just a small price to pay to get you the fuck out of here. The rest of this fucking thing reads like a list of words that an 8th grader read in a thesaurus and decided to use to sound smart. ‘Savvy and audacious’. Hold up. Savvy? Bitch, you saw Pantheon show up and yet you stayed and then decided you were going to start up a team to try and take us out. Where in the fuck did you get the idea that this was a savvy move? You say you can’t fall for traps but apparently you’re quite good at setting yourself up to be shoved into one. I mean, unless that’s one of your ingenious plans. I don’t get what the payout for you will be once we fucking destroy you, oh savvy one, maybe a little bit of time in the spotlight since you’ll finally get the chance to main event a PPV. But is it worth the fucking beatdown? Like, really? And I can’t even keep going on about the rest of this bullshit, it’s just the same stuff repeating over and over. You’re trying to build yourself up on camera as this all knowing, all powerful, unbeatable beast and yet all I’ve seen since I’ve come back to WCF is that you’re all hype and no substance. Last week I saw what was supposed to be your best and to say I was bored would be an understatement. For fucks sake, if that was your best, what is your worst? You just lay down on the mat and cry for 20 minutes? And after reading all of this, I have to question the whole deal with the ZiTches. You make yourself off to be better than everyone, yet you knowingly surround yourself with shit. Why not go solo? Or get better partners? What the fuck kind of life decisions are you making here man? Tell me!”
Cameraman Stu: “Well that was...wow.”
Jayson Price: “Shut up, I’m not done yet.”
However Price does take a moment to take a drink off the tray of a passing waitress. He takes a long sip of it and then tips her with a twenty. The dancer in the background is twirling around on the pole, much to Stu’s delight.
Jayson Price: “But you know what, maybe I’m being too hard on little Archer here. I’ve barely scratched the surface on his partner. Damian fucking Kaine. What the fuck can you say about the guy that hasn’t already been said? No, seriously, I’m asking you what I can say that hasn’t been said. Because I’m pretty sure this is the millionth fucking ‘I’m hardcore and crazy and yada yada yada, fucking bullshit’ asshat. Jesus fuck, Lilith does your gimmick and at least makes it funny with her stupid fucking bear bullshit. What do you have? A t-shirt that lets us know you’re crazy? Congrats, we all now know you shop at Hot Topic. Ripped jeans? Well that tells us you’ve got a small dick because tights would show off your lack of a bulge. You like to hurt people physically and mentally? Well so far you’ve already succeeded with the mental attack because my brain fucking hurts trying to figure you out. Or maybe you’re not meant to be found out. Not because you’re complex, more like you’re just not worth trying to figure out. Come on man, you’re fucking generic hardcore wrestler #78. A less talented, uncharismatic rip-off of Zombie McMorris. Maybe if you start doing cocaine you’ll get a bit more personality and people will be able to stand your bland ass. Or you’ll overdose, die, everyone will show up to your funeral and then finally you’ll be the center of attention and have people saying your name. Either way I don’t give a fuck because after this week I’m banking on not having to face you again because I’ll be moving up while you stay the fucking gutter trash that you are.”
A stripper walks past the table, running a hand over Stu’s shoulder. You can almost hear the knock under the table as his face goes red.
Jayson Price: “Seriously Stu? Aren’t you married?”
Cameraman Stu: “Uh, I’m good. No thank you!”
The stripper giggles and walks off as Price shakes his head in disappointment.
Jayson Price: “You sad, sad bastard. Here, take this cash, get yourself two dancers and go hit the Pantheon Room.”
Cameraman Stu: “But my wife. I can’t!”
Jayson Price: “You will or I'll make it so you never come back to this tower again. Now go.”
Stu tries to get out of it but he finally relents and gets up. As he walks off, Price takes another long sip of his drink.
Jayson Price: “Sad mother fuckers. At work...at home...I’m surrounded by them! The fuck did I do to deserve this shit?"
The scene fades out to black as Price finishes off his drink.
