An Unexpected Return For The Greater Good
Oct 30, 2016 16:34:04 GMT -5
Lilith, 6ix God, and 3 more like this
Post by Eric Price on Oct 30, 2016 16:34:04 GMT -5
It is often said that the enemy of your enemy is your friend … or at least, that’s what movies and books would have anyone believe. With friends like that however, who needs enemies? Strange bedfellows; unexpected and dangerous alliances; desperate times call for desperate measures and in this case, for the sake of the Wrestling Champion Federation and the industry as a whole, it is exactly what is needed.
Act I: An Unexpected Request
Location: Zuma Beach, Malibu, CA
Date: Monday, October 10th, 2016 at 7 AM
*A beautiful coast line is shown as the sun shines brightly, reflecting against the ocean as a beautiful red convertible BMW is being driven down Pacific Coast Highway in the Malibu area of Southern California. Driving this car is the beautiful Sarah Twilight, red hair flowing in the wind as the convertible top is down, Sarah is wearing a nice pair of sunglasses, a black “Mistress of Mischief” tee, blue jeans, no hint of a smile seen as she is driving down the unusually empty highway. She pulls into a parking lot as the sign upon approach says “Zuma Beach”, only one other car is seen, a black Porsche 911 parked with someone sitting on the hood of it, convertible top down, simply laying absorbing some sun. Sarah parks to the right of this car, stops her BMW, turns it off and then exits the car slowly, closing the door as she walks toward the Porsche next to her and stands in front of the person sitting on the car.*
(Person on the car): You’re standing in my sun, get out of the …
*The person on the car realizes it’s Sarah Twilight as he moves his sun glasses down to get a better look but then just resumes relaxing on his car.*
Sarah Twilight: So … this is where I find you after all these years Eric!
*Eric Price, the person on the car, smirks as he has on a black sport coat, a navy blue collared shirt, two buttons unbuttoned, and black slacks on, sunglasses comfortably placed on his head as he looks relaxed and seems to not even care about the presence of Sarah Twilight. He continues simply basking in the sun’s rays enjoying the view of the beach.*
Sarah Twilight: Hey … I’m talking to you asshole!
*Eric simply continues to ignore Sarah*
Sarah Twilight: So you’re not going to talk to me, is that it? And to think … I don’t even know what I’m doing here!
*Sarah starts pacing around back and forth as Eric simply continues on the hood of his car, unphased by anything that Sarah is doing, as if not having a care in the world as Sarah appears to be quite the opposite, almost like a caged lion that cannot control her rage.*
Sarah Twilight: You fucking asshole … are you even going to say anything to me? ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?!
*Sarah gets right up in Eric’s face as Eric continues to be unphased by Sarah’s actions and continues smirking. Sarah then storms away from him a few steps and stops herself looking ever more enraged.*
Sarah Twilight: I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU STUPID FUCK. Fine, pretend like you can’t.
*Sarah then says softly almost under her breath in anger*
Sarah Twilight: I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea, what the hell was I thinking?!
*Sarah continues facing away from Eric and continues yelling at him*
Sarah Twilight: I knew it, you are a useless and pathetic piece of shit. You’re good for nothing, worthless … I know you …
*Sarah begins to turn around and notices Eric slowly getting up from laying on the hood of his car and and slowly making his way toward Sarah*
Sarah Twilight: So that’s what it takes to get a rise out of you, huh? I just have to…
*Before Sarah can finish her words, Eric slaps Sarah’s face as hard as he can nearly knocking her down. She grabs her cheek as and looks infuriated as Eric simply smirks at her. She is trembling, clearly her blood boiling from this vicious slap, she seems as if she can barely contain her anger. She takes her left hand and uses it to hold her right hand in place, almost as if tempering herself to make sure she doesn’t react to what Eric did.*
Sarah Twilight: You stupid son of a … what the fuck is wrong with you?!
Eric Price: Hmm … after 3 years … really, you don’t know why I’m pissed at you? You really are stupider than I thought.
Sarah Twilight: Listen you shit, I don’t have time for your fucking stupidity!
Eric Price: So after 3 years, you come here to what … insult me? Oh … forgive me if I just don’t care but after everything you did to me, I don’t really care.
Sarah Twilight: Look … I don’t even know why I came here really as you … you of all people, I can’t believe I have to do this.
*Eric sighs, rolls his eyes, and starts speaking extremely sarcastically at Sarah*
Eric Price: Do what? Oh wait, I know … are you going to lull me into some false sense of security to get me to try and … marry you?
*Sarah looks angry at that statement*
Eric Price: Oh don’t tell me, you’re going to get me to take your crap again? Oh no, I know … you’re going to get me to be your lackey and believe your bullshit again, that’s what you’re going to do, right? Or how about try to get me to somehow believe that you’re the answer to the question that no one ever asked?! Huh, tell me … just what the hell is it that brought you here after all this time. It certainly isn’t a social call or some desire to see me.
*Sarah looks angrier and angrier at everything that Eric is saying but she continue to tremble and contain her anger in a surprising display of restraint*
Sarah Twilight: Eric … if you’d just listen to me for one minute …
Eric Price: I already listened to you enough for one year and realized that you were full of nothing but horse manure. I’m not interested in you or anything you have to say. Unless you’re here to tell me you’re dying, I really don’t care.
*Eric turns around and starts storming off toward his car as Sarah quickly screams at him*
Sarah Twilight: I’M HERE BECAUSE I NEED YOUR HELP!
*Eric stops dead in his tracks and slightly looks toward Sarah behind him wondering what she’s talking about, he does not face her but does take the time to continue speaking*
Eric Price: My help?! MY HELP?! Let me get this straight, after 3 years of not speaking to you, after you stole my company, stole my money, put me through the Ultra Ten Match from hell, worked to rid me from WCF … now … NOW you need MY HELP?! And just tell me … to what do I … pray tell, owe this wonderful bit of generosity from you?
Sarah Twilight: Don’t start with this shit! JUST DROP IT!
Eric Price: Drop it?! You want my help! You want me to just forget … FORGET … EVERYTHING … everything that you’ve done to me.
*Eric turns around and walks toward Sarah. He looks down at her and reaches back and slaps her in the face as hard as he can again, knocking her down this time as she angrily gets back up and takes off her sunglasses, staring a hole into his eyes.*
Eric Price: Are you mad? Go ahead, do something about it!
*Sarah looks angrier and angrier by every passing instant, she looks like she is ready to kill Eric Price but she once again, uses her left hand to restrain her right hand from reacting despite the fact that she can clearly be seen trembling and her anger barely being controlled in another incredible display of restraint.*
Sarah Twilight: Look asshole…
Eric Price: You must really want something from me because I’ve slapped you twice and you haven’t reacted. Or is this the new Sarah Twilight?
*Eric starts walking around Sarah in a circle smirking the whole way*
Eric Price: Yes, I see it all now, a weak, defeated Sarah Twilight, a worthless piece of crap, good for nothing, so desperate that she seeks out the man she despises more than life itself, one Eric Price … oh do tell me Sarah, what is it that brings you out here … so desperate to seek help from me … what is it now?
Sarah Twilight: You’re a motherfucking piece of shit, you know that?
*Eric stops right in front of Sarah and smiles at her*
Eric Price: And that’s how you ask me for a favor? Three years have passed and you still haven’t learned how to behave properly, shame.
*Eric puts his chin out and his hands behind back as he smirks at Sarah, challenging her to hit him back*
Eric Price: Go ahead, hit me! Come on, I know you want to. Hit me!
*Sarah is using every fiber in her being to restrain herself as Eric simply smirks at her*
Eric Price: HIT ME! DO IT!
*Eric stands upright again and pats Sarah on the head much to her chagrin*
Sarah Twilight: You’re three seconds away from …
*Eric looks bored at her statements…*
Eric Price: Yes Sarah, I’ve heard this before … you’re going to beat me into a bloody pulp, into oblivion, put me out of my misery and existence, and show me the real definition of pain or some other sadistic nonsense that you always come up with. Please, spare me the spiel, I’ve heard it all before.
*Sarah finally looks like she’s had enough and screams at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: PANTHEON!
*Eric’s smile stops for a second*
Eric Price: I’m sorry, what now?
*Sarah screams at Eric again*
Sarah Twilight: PANTHEON!
*Eric’s smile turns into a frown*
Eric Price: What about Pantheon?
Sarah Twilight: They’re back.
*Eric looks extremely puzzled at these words emanating from Sarah’s mouth*
Eric Price: I … I’m sorry, what do you mean, Pantheon is back? What does that mean?!
Sarah Twilight: Are you retarded? What do you think it means? Pantheon is back!
Eric Price: Back?! But I single handedly killed Pantheon over 3 years ago.
Sarah Twilight: Well like everything you do, I have to finish it for you.
*Eric smirks at Sarah*
Eric Price: So let me get this straight, I haven’t seen you for 3 years, you come here, show up without notice, without … how the hell did you know I was here anyway?
Sarah Twilight: Your … your wife told me you would come here every morning to think.
Eric Price: I … damn it. I thought you two didn’t speak anymore.
Sarah Twilight: She’s my sister, of course we still speak!
Eric Price: Yeah … you beat the hell out of her and somehow she becomes important to you … it’s nice to know you care. Not that you’d care but we went through a brief period of separation but I made her drop the Twilight surname and that made it all better.
*Eric smirks as Sarah looks enraged by this reminder*
Sarah Twilight: So are you going to help me or not?!
Eric Price: Help you what? So … Pantheon … they’re back?!
Sarah Twilight: Sort of …
Eric Price: What do you mean sort of? I assume that means Jonny Fly is back, right?
Sarah Twilight: No.
Eric Price: Then certainly Jeff Purse is back with them.
Sarah Twilight: No.
Eric Price: Then … oh I know, Bobby Cairo must be with them.
Sarah Twilight: Also, no.
Eric Price: Then … what the hell kind of Pantheon is this? This sounds like you’re making stuff up here.
Sarah Twilight: LISTEN TO ME FOR A MINUTE! Pantheon is back, Corey Black is World Champion, Jayson Price …
*Eric looks bewildered at this point*
Eric Price: I’m sorry … what did you just say?
Sarah Twilight: Jayson Price …
Eric Price: No no, before that. Who … who is the World Champion?
Sarah Twilight: Corey Black.
*Eric looks around rather dejected and starts walking back toward his car and sits down on the hood of it looking incredibly shocked*
Eric Price: I … I don’t even know what to say. Truly is the beginning of the end.
Sarah Twilight: And that’s why I’m here, I … WCF needs your help.
Eric Price: My help? Is that right? And they sent you because you and I get along so so well, right?!
*Sarah walks toward Eric angrily*
Sarah Twilight: Look asshole, I don’t like this any more than you do but fucking Pantheon needs to DIE!
Eric Price: I … I agree with that sentiment, Pantheon does indeed need to die … again.
Sarah Twilight: And you … as much as it pains me to admit it, I killed them but it was with your help 3 years ago.
*Eric looks at Sarah somewhat angry*
Eric Price: Excuse me? WE … WE didn’t kill anything, I … I … SINGLE HANDEDLY … ALONE … killed Pantheon! THAT WAS ME! ME! You understand that? ME!
Sarah Twilight: Look … are you going to help me or not?!
Eric Price: Help you do what though? Kill Pantheon? And how are we going to accomplish that? Are you going to nag them to death?
Sarah Twilight: One match … you know what, fuck you Eric. FUCK YOU! You’ve always been a no good piece of shit so go fuck yourself and your self-righteous bullshit.
*Sarah begins to storm away as Eric smirks on the hood of his car*
Eric Price: Then I guess you want Pantheon to survive.
*Sarah stops dead in her tracks before opening her car door*
Eric Price: Sarah, face facts, you came to me for a reason. You know I killed them before and I can do it again. I know it pains you to admit this but you need me to do this.
Sarah Twilight: So are you in or not?
Eric Price: One match?
Sarah Twilight: One match.
Eric Price: When?
Sarah Twilight: Helloween. Hellimination.
Eric Price: Hellimination, that sounds like my kind of match. So what … you and me versus two of them?
Sarah Twilight: No, a team of 7.
Eric Price: Seven? Wow, you really must be desperate to be willing to work with others to get this done.
Sarah Twilight: So what’s it going to be? Yes … or no?
Eric Price: So what’s the match?
Sarah Twilight: Team WCF versus Team Pantheon, 7 on 7.
*Eric thinks about it for a minute, gets up from the hood of his car, walks toward the door of his car, opens it and takes a seat in his Porsche and starts the engine as Sarah looks at him and leans on the passenger side of the car*
Eric Price: One match?
Sarah Twilight: One match.
Eric Price: Hmm …
*Eric puts his car in reverse and pulls out of the parking space as Sarah immediately lets go and looks inquisitively at him as he turns his car around and stops to put his car in drive. He does not even bother looking at her as he utters out his response.*
Eric Price: No.
*Eric drives away as Sarah looks even more enraged*
Sarah Twilight: No. No?! NO! Son of a … YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!
*Eric drives away screeching his tires as he gets his car on Pacific Coast Highway, a smirk on his face, as Sarah looks incredibly angry in the background as the scene fades to black*
Act II: If At First You Don’t Succeed, Then Try Again
Location: Eric Price’s Office in Hollywood, CA
Date: Friday, October 14th, 2016 at 11 AM
*The scene opens up with Eric seen sitting behind a large glass desk in a large, black leather chair, his laptop opened up in front of him, his curtains to his office windows opened up behind him that show off the Los Angeles scenery. Clearly a beautiful, sunny day in the background as he is seated focused on his work. He is dressed in a white sport coat, navy blue collared shirt with one button unbuttoned on it, and light brown pants, no tie on. As he stares away at his laptop, his phone rings as his secretary calls him. He answers the phone…*
Secretary (on the phone): Mr. Price.
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes Becky.
Becky (on the phone): I have someone on the phone for you. She won’t identify herself but says this call is urgent.
Eric Price (on the phone): Urgent but she won’t identify herself? Well, it’s been a light morning I guess, put her through.
Becky (on the phone): Putting her through now.
*Eric thinks to himself for two seconds wondering who would be calling him but not identify herself. The phone clicks as he sees the call is now transferred to him*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hello?
Woman on the phone: Hey Eric!
*Eric shakes his head and gets a look of anger and disappointment on his face as he knows the voice on the other side of the phone. It is none other than Sarah Twilight again trying to reach out to him*
Eric Price (on the phone): I already told you no! We’re done.
Sarah Twilight (on the phone): Listen asshole, I …
*Eric hangs up on Sarah and sighs heavily as he clearly wants to have nothing to do with her*
Eric Price: What … what is it that she does not understand about no? Damn bitch!
*At this point, a vibration is heard as Eric pulls out his cell phone from his pocket and sees a call coming in from “Unknown Number”. Eric smirks and shakes his head while sarcastically quipping to himself.*
Eric Price: Geez, I can’t imagine who this is.
*Eric answers the call just to see who it is*
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes?
Sarah Twillight (on the phone): Fucker, listen!
Eric Price (on the phone): You still don’t get it do you? Fuck you! You hear me? Fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
*Eric hangs up his cell phone as Sarah can be heard screaming obscenities back at Eric while he cuts off the phone call*
Eric Price: Damn it, some people just…
*Eric sees his desk phone ring now as an external phone call is coming in and he looks angrier at this call coming in not understanding how it’s not clear that he wants nothing to do with the match. Eric answers the phone*
Eric Price (on the phone): Before you say a word, what part of NO don’t you understand? Are you mentally retarded? Are you that thick that you just don’t get it? NO! FUCK YOU! NO!
Woman on the phone: Eric?!
*Eric looks surprised as he realizes the voice on the other phone is not Sarah but instead his wife Rachel*
Eric Price (on the phone): Rachel? Oh, sorry about that. I just … your sister has been calling me and asking me for nonsense.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Yeah, I know. I was hoping you’d say yes.
*Eric’s smile turns into a frown at this point*
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes?! Are you serious? After everything she’s done to you, done to us and you want me to work with her again?! No, absolutely not. I’d rather chew my own leg off.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Look, I know you two don’t get along…
Eric Price (on the phone): No, no. Let me explain something to you. Trump and Hillary don’t get along, we don’t just not get along, we absolutely despise each other’s existence. I have no doubt that if there were a button she could push to get rid of me, she’d have done so a long time ago and I can’t say I don’t feel the same about her.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Calm down, okay, calm down.
Eric Price (on the phone): You want me to calm down? I’ve been real happy the last three years or so without her presence and all of a sudden she shows up out of the blue and she tells me that you told her where I was this past Monday morning?!
Rachel Price (on the phone): But…
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh yeah, you thought I didn’t know about that? Oh I knew and I do not like it one bit. I was hoping your sister would have taken the hint and simply left me the hell alone but much like herpes, she has to continue to come back!
Rachel Price (on the phone): HEY! Calm down. Look, I know it isn’t easy for you to accept this but she genuinely wants your help.
Eric Price (on the phone): And why should I care? What is it that should make me care in any manner, shape, or form? Oh please, let me know because obviously you must understand something I don’t.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Well … Sarah told me about what happened the other day. She told me how you slapped her a few times.
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes I did. And I’d damn well do it again because she damn well deserved it. In fact, she deserves worse than that. Consider that the “lite” version of what I would love to do to her.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Did she hit you back?
*Eric looks taken aback at the question*
Eric Price (on the phone): I’m sorry?
Rachel Price (on the phone): Did she hit you back?
*Eric thinks back for a moment*
Eric Price (on the phone): No.
Rachel Price (on the phone): You slapped her a few times and she didn’t hit you back? Doesn’t that surprise you a bit?
Eric Price (on the phone): No … NO! She knows she did me … she did us wrong and she deserves to be slapped and beaten down for it! She knows she deserved what she got.
Rachel Price (on the phone): But doesn’t it surprise you?
*Eric tweaks his head a bit in dismay*
Eric Price (on the phone): I … well … maybe a bit but it doesn’t change anything. I still want nothing to do with her or her existence.
Rachel Price (on the phone): But you have to admit, she must really want something if she didn’t hit you back.
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh please, she’s just faking until she does something to stab me in the back again. You know we can’t trust her. Yes, I know she’s your sister but it doesn’t change the fact that she can’t be trusted, bottom line … I know it and you know it.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Well …
Eric Price (on the phone): You know it … right?
Rachel Price (on the phone): Can’t you at least hear her out?
Eric Price (on the phone): Hear her …
*Eric takes a deep breath and is trying to contain his anger at this statement as he cannot understand this sentiment after all that Sarah has done to both of them*
Eric Price (on the phone): Look, I’m going to say this once and only once because I want this nonsense to end. Sarah … Sarah is in my … our past. She is just that, a ghost from the past that needs to be left in the past. You and I have moved on, the world has moved on and I do not want anything to do with her.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Just give her a chance.
Eric Price (on the phone): Do I need to remind you that the last time I gave her a chance, you ended up in the hospital thanks to … oh that’s right, her backstabbing ways. No, I will NOT give her a chance again. Now, before you say another word, just understand that I don’t want to discuss this again. As far as I’m concerned, Sarah Twilight is a dead topic and we are done speaking of her or her nonsense. Done!
Rachel Price (on the phone): All I’ll say is that I know you both hated Pantheon and you two did make the death of that group possible.
Eric Price (on the phone): I did that, not us. But anyway, I have to get back to work. Let’s forget this mess.
Rachel Price (on the phone): See you tonight!
Eric Price (on the phone): You know it!
*Eric ends the call as he thinks to himself on the death of Pantheon but at the same time remembers all the hell Sarah put him through*
Eric Price: Ugh … hate these bad memories.
*The scene fades to black*
Act III: The Third Time’s the Charm … In Public
Location: Fleming’s Steakhouse in Los Angeles, CA
Date: Wednesday, October 19th, 2016 at 12:30 PM
*The scene opens up at the Fleming’s Steakhouse restaurant, an upscale eatery during the lunch hour where Eric Price is shown just getting done with ordering his main course. He is shown sitting alone for lunch, relaxing and soaking in the atmosphere. Wearing a black sport coat, a gold shirt, gold tie, and black pants, his sunglasses laid on the table as he looks to be comfortable.*
Eric Price: This should be good.
*The restaurant itself is somewhat dimly lit with only minimal lighting throughout, it is relatively quiet with many guests having business meetings and speaking calmly. Eric is more or less in the center of the restaurant and although he considered sitting at the bar, he wanted a quiet table to relax for a while prior to returning to work. He closes his eyes for a few seconds to relax and meditate. As he sits there, a redheaded figure approaches his table dressed in an impeccable red dress, jewels adorning the dress. She takes a seat at his table right across from him. As she sits, Eric opens his eyes and reacts with a look of surprise.*
Eric Price: Ahh!
*Some of the restaurant patrons look at him as he screams mostly at the shock of seeing Sarah at his table. He just shakes his head as she gives him a cold stare!*
Eric Price: You … do you just not understand no? Why are you here? I thought I was done with you.
Sarah Twilight: Since you won’t listen to me or take my phone calls, I figure…
Eric Price: You figured that you’d come here because at least I’ll avoid causing a scene in public, right?
Sarah Twilight: Ever so predictable as you are.
*Eric rolls his eyes at Sarah*
Eric Price: I can tell this is going to go well already. How the hell did you know I was here? Let me guess … Rachel told you … of course she told you. Damn her! I told her not to…
Sarah Twilight: Hey, she’s my sister damn it!
Eric Price: Oh for God’s sake, spare me the caring sister act. Fine, I’ll listen to what you have to say if it’ll at least get you out of my life.
Sarah Twilight: One match, 7 on 7.
Eric Price: And why should I come back? I retired nearly 3 years ago, I’m done with wrestling, I’m done with the WCF, I’m done with it all, and I’m not interested in coming back.
Sarah Twilight: You’re telling me you’re comfortable with those assholes from Pantheon just running around doing what they damn well fucking please?
Eric Price: Whether I’m comfortable with it or not doesn’t matter. Fact is I’m done and gone. Pantheon’s existence is of no consequence to me at this point. Besides, it’s not even the Pantheon I knew from what you were telling me the other day and … why am I even talking to you? Look Sarah, just go.
Sarah Twilight: You stupid fuck, just listen!
Eric Price: Why? Last time I listened to you, I ended up losing the company so again, why should I care?
*Eric sarcastically rolls his eyes at the mention of this match*
Sarah Twilight: Look, I don’t give a shit about what you care or think about me but fact is, Pantheon needs to die!
Eric Price: Yes, I get that. They are a cancer unto society and are generally the collection of … well who is in Pantheon or at least in the match anyway?
Sarah Twilight: Joey Flash, Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, David Sanchez, Zombie McMorris, Johnny Rabid, and Jayson Price.
Eric Price: I thought Jayson Price died and a clone of his came back and … actually … never mind, that whole deal was confusing as hell. So … out of the 7 people you just named, I only really know two of them and I’ve already beaten the other Price twice at this point so why should I care about the rest? They sound like a who’s who of Portlandia rejects. Besides, if it’s anything like the Pantheon of old, I already know the crap they’re going to pull. They’re going to cheat, make terrible jokes, and talk to ice dimensions with some super computer in the middle of Antarctica or something … I never understood the Iceberg Seven references at all. Then you got the honey badger … I … to this day, I still don’t know what he means by that … I often just shake my head at the whole thing. Why the hell should I have any interest in this whole thing?
Sarah Twilight: I thought you’d love the chance to kill Pantheon again but I guess you just don’t care.
Eric Price: Hey, don’t pull that reverse psychology crap on me! Fact is, of the 7 people you named, I only know two of them so why should I give a flying crap about any of the others considering I know absolutely nothing about them?
Sarah Twilight: They’re all associated with and supported by Corey Black.
Eric Price: As … as much as I hate that son of a bitch and I do, all that means is they made a poor choice because he’s going to chew them up and spit them out like yesterday’s trash. At least if you’d mentioned Jonny Fly or Jeff Purse I may have had some interest but why would I care what these rejects think of anything?
Sarah Twilight: DAMN IT ERIC!
Eric Price: Keep your voice down for God’s sake. I don’t want a scene here.
Sarah Twilight: You think I care? I’ll make any fucking scene I want.
Eric Price: Ugh … I’m starting to remember exactly why I couldn’t stand you and why I left the WCF to begin with.
Sarah Twilight: Fine then, don’t come back. At this point, you’re nothing more than a washed up has been anyway.
*Eric smirks at Sarah and replies sarcastically*
Eric Price: Oooooh … your stinging words hurt so much. Hang on while I begin to care and cry about it. Oh please, Sarah. I’ll tell you what, I’ll humor this.
*A waiter approaches the table as he notices Eric now has company. He inquires about her wanting anything*
Waiter: Mr. Price, I see you have a guest now. And would the lady care for anything.
Sarah Twilight: I’d …
*Eric immediately cuts Sarah off*
Eric Price: She’ll have some bread and water, that’s it. Thanks.
*Eric half-cracks a smile at the waiter and signals him to go away as Sarah stares coldly into Eric and he has a look of disdain toward Sarah*
Eric Price: Go ahead, give me that look, give my any look you like I really don’t give two shits. Anyway, let’s say I said I had a feint … feint interest in this match. Who would our team be?
Sarah Twilight: You, myself, Adrian Archer, Damian Kaine, Crazy J, Jason Cash, and Salem Shepard and all except Damian Kaine and myself being part of Zero Tolerance.
Eric Price: Stable Wars again? Oh God, not this crap. At the end of the day, everyone ends up right back where they started with nothing to show for it. Is there something on the line at least?
Sarah Twilight: What’s on the line is that if our group collectively known as Team WCF win, then Pantheon receives no title shots at all until One.
Eric Price: No title shots, huh? And all I have to do is participate in one match? Keeping Zombie McMorris and Jayson Price away from titles … yeah, I can deal with that. Keeping Pantheon away from any more titles … I could see that as a worthy cause. Because let’s talk turkey here, Jayson Price … now there’s someone who is a perennial “why bother” of WCF and I know that when I was in the WCF last time, I made him my bitch when I beat him in a hell of a ladder match. But then of course you cozied up to him…
Sarah Twilight: Don’t … don’t remind me. So … are you in?
Eric Price: One match and then you leave me alone? Nohting more. No long term deal or gig, no follow up, simply the one match and I’m done, you understand me? I’m assuming Seth is supporting this effort?
Sarah Twilight: Yes he is.
Eric Price: Then fine, you tell him I’m in but for one night only. Expect nothing more from me because I have no interest in getting back into this. I plan to win but either way this goes, it will be my one night back in the WCF. After that, I go back to retirement and never hear or see anything of or from you ever again. And just so you know, I’m doing this for the WCF, not for you.
Sarah Twilight: Whatever you want.
*The waiter comes back with some water and bread for Sarah as Eric had requested much to Sarah’s chagrin*
Waiter: Will there be anything else Mr. Price?
Eric Price: You know what, I think I’ve lost my appetite. This is my friend Sarah Twilight here and as my sister in law, she’ll be taking care of my tab today. Go ahead and add a nice lobster and a bottle of Chardonnay to the order and she’ll take care of it!
*Eric smirks as he gets up from the table and starts walking away as Sarah looks enraged and starts screaming at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: COME BACK HERE! HEY … HEY … YOU DON’T JUST…
*Eric stops and turns around to look at Sarah and smirks at her again*
Eric Price: You want me in the match don’t you?
*Eric turns around and then keeps on heading out of the restaurant as Sarah looks incredibly angered over this. Eric is then shown walking out of the restaurant into the surrounding area of the LA Live shopping area. As he walks into what is a medium sized crowd of people walking up and down the shopping area, Sarah Twilight is seen behind him running out of the restaurant and marching her way toward him as Eric maintains his normal walking pace not even turning to face her. She rushes toward him and grabs him by the shoulder and forcibly turns him around.*
Sarah Twilight: YOU FUCK!
Eric Price: Here’s what you need to understand Sarah, three years ago you pulled the strings. This time, I’m the one running the show and if you want me to be in that match, you’ll do exactly as I say because if you don’t, I’ll be more than happy to walk away and tell you to go to hell. You see Sarah, as much as I do enjoy the idea of making Pantheon suffer, I enjoy the idea of making you suffer even more because after everything that you did, it puts a smile on my face. You have to remember, you started this, you came to me, you needed me, and if I’m going to be in this, then I have to get something out of this too. Now if I were you, I’d run back over to Fleming’s there and pay my tab because if you don’t … well, running out on the check is just not becoming of a lady … not that you’ve ever been one but at least you can pretend to be one, right? You did string along the WCF fans for a while didn’t you? Not to mention Jeff Purse.
*Eric sarcastically smiles at Sarah as she grinds her teeth at him, clearly furious at everything he just said and asked of her. Eric turns her around and nudges her gently into heading back to the restaurant which she does with great hesitation*
Eric Price: That’s a good girl. You know what, I think I’m going to enjoy this.
*Eric smiles and turns around walking toward his car as the scene fades to black*
Act IV: The Unexpected Return
Location: WCF’s Sunday Night Slam, the Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu, Hawaii
Date: Sunday, October 23rd, 2016 at 5:35 PM
*The scene opens in a small private trailer right near the back of the Stan Sheriff Center where inside, Eric Price is sitting down on a small black, leather couch, wearing a black sport coat, black pants, a gold collared shirt with one button unbuttoned, no tie, as he is drinking a bottle of water relaxing and waiting for his curtain call to be introduced for Team WCF. The trailer itself is a small room with a TV monitor showing the live feed of Slam, a mini-fridge, a mirror with lights, a door in the center of it. As Eric is sitting down, relaxed, the door opens and in comes Sarah Twilight followed by Seth Lerch. Eric looks surprised as he gets up from the couch and Eric shakes Seth’s hand*
Eric Price: Seth … I haven’t seen you in … I think it has been three years almost now.
Seth Lerch: Here’s your contract.
*Eric is handed a WCF contract as he quickly looks over it*
Eric Price: This is my agreement for my one night only return at Helloween. No strings attached, no follow-up, simply one night where I will once again fight on the side of WCF, as I always have. Also included is the clause that if I so choose, I can terminate this contract, no strings attached, correct?
*Seth nods his head at Eric confirming that his requests have been met and Eric quickly takes a pen from the counter in the small room and signs the contract and hands it back to Seth*
Seth Lerch: Welcome back Eric!
Eric Price: It’s kind of good to be back Seth.
*Seth and Eric shake hands again and Seth quickly excuses himself from the room and shuts the door as Sarah and Eric are left alone in the room with Eric smirking at her*
Eric Price: Doesn’t this remind you of a couple of years ago, you and me back on the same side. It’s … it’s kind of good I think.
*Sarah stares coldly into Eric’s eyes*
Sarah Twilight: Don’t get any ideas dipshit.
*Eric leans on the counter by the mirror, with his back facing the mirror and his eyes toward Sarah, a sarcastic smile on his face as he offers his quick retort*
Eric Price: Oh not at all, I already know you’re a cold and heartless bitch, I’m not pretending otherwise. The difference this time around is I recognize that from the start and it’s all about business. Fact is and you know this, we’re not friends here, we’re simply allies for a cause and that cause is the elimination of Pantheon! We can agree upon that can we not?
Sarah Twilight: Yes, yes we can. Now then, I’m going to go get ready to head out there. Not that I care about those sheep but …
Eric Price: You … you never change do you? You still see the fans as sheep? How drôle.
Sarah Twilight: And I suppose you care what those idiots out there think, don’t you?
Eric Price: They’re not really idiots Sarah, they’re the WCF fans and we’re fighting the good fight for WCF and against Pantheon so if anything, we are fighting for them. That you denigrate them shows that you don’t get what we’re really doing here but I can’t say I expect any different from you considering you’re nothing but an emotional wreck and psychologically an angry child.
*Sarah stares a hole right through Eric clearly showing she hates his very existence and being.*
Eric Price: I can tell by that look that I struck a nerve. Regardless, understand that you and I will have to work together to rid WCF of Pantheon and along with Damian and Zero Tolerance and I’m willing to do just that. If they picked you, they must really mean business and I’m willing to do what it takes to end Pantheon so relax, all will be well.
Sarah Twilight: Yes, at Helloween we will work together but after that, all bets are off. Remember that.
*Eric smiles at Sarah*
Eric Price: Sure, I’m not concerned a bit. Now go on, get ready.
*Sarah angrily leaves the trailer and slams the door shut as Eric smirks in her direction and in a soft voice speaks*
Eric Price: Always a bitch.
*Eric shakes his head as the scene fades to black*
Act V: Training For A Return
Location: Gold’s Gym location in Eau Claire, WI
Date: Saturday, October 29th, 2016 at 7:00 AM
*The scene opens up with Eric Price walking in to a Gold’s Gym, early Saturday morning with the sun barely coming up. Eric with a duffel bag in hand, dressed in a black jersey and sweat pants, he surveys the gym, which is rather empty it only being 7 AM. He looks around and walks past all the cardio exercise equipment and weights up to a boxing/wrestling ring they have setup where he pulls himself up into and stands in the center of this ring and looks around surveying the area. He appears to lose himself in thought.*
Eric Price: It … it has been many years since I’ve stepped into one of these. I can’t believe I’ve been out for so long now but damn if it doesn’t feel good to be in the center of this ring … it certainly takes me back to the glory days.
*Eric starts thinking to himself and has flashbacks to some of the matches in which he’s participated.*
Eric Price: I … I remember that night 4 years ago when Jeff Purse and I beat the living hell out of each other in a hellacious ladder match, both of us a bloody mess all for the WCF Television Title. What’s interesting about that is that it is where my war against Pantheon really started, it all started with Jeff Purse. Oh yeah, I’ve been reading Twitter all week and I have to admit, I haven’t had a good laugh like for a while because Pantheon, you seem so so desparate right now to downplay Team WCF, you’re so overconfident as you’ve always been and your arrogance never ceases to amaze me. Now, I know some of your boys in Pantheon, the newer guard such as Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid, Joey Flash or … excuse me Lord Jackass Joseph Flash, and David Sanchez … y’all don’t remember but I made a name for myself in calling Pantheon out for a fight. I fired the first shot and beat up their leader Jonny Fly and that got their attention. I then for months asked for simply one match and got denied, got told that I simply am not worth Pantheon’s time, that I have nothing of value to bring, and that they would quickly dispose of me.
*Eric smiles and laughs to himself a bit*
Eric Price: Then after a while it happened. I faced Pantheon’s Jeff Purse for the Television Title and what happened on that night? I beat him and became the champion. He challenged me to a rematch coming up with the ten thousand excuses as did his cohorts in Pantheon and I granted him said rematch, beat him yet again and retained my title. WAR came around a few weeks later and I thought I had put Jeff Purse out of his misery but somehow, he managed to sneak in and beat me in that match netting himself the World Championship. I showed him though, his first title defense against me at the main event of One … yes, I main evented One in my first year in the company and I once again beat Jeff Purse, this time becoming the WCF World Champion!
*Eric smirks a bit at this point*
Eric Price: Speaking of Twitter, I’ve seen all the pathetic polls, the whining, the crying, and even better, someone claiming that the crowd noise last Sunday was “Piped In” through the audio system by Seth Lerch? Haha, now that’s hilarious. See … here’s where my being in this company for so long as well as having owned it comes into play. A couple years back when I took over WCF from Pantheon and got rid of them like the garbage that they are, I found that apparently there was such a thing as “Piped In” crowd reactions … there was indeed an editing technique that I asked our production crew but they informed me that they only had to ever use it when Pantheon would show up because no one gave a crap about them and their constant stupidity.
Eric Price: What’s interesting about the whole deal now is that you have Corey Black as your World Champion … WCF Legend in his own right, I’ll grant him that however, he has not been all that relevant in many years and only became relevant after all the great talent left and well, the shit had to inevitably rise to the top as it is prone to do once the cream is gone. And that’s what Pantheon’s really all about at the end of the day, it’s nothing more than Corey Black’s hangers on who he will use to shield himself from any and all competition because that’s all Pantheon has ever really been about, protecting a leader from getting beat. It was that way during the Jonny Fly era of Pantheon and it is that way now during the Corey Black era of Pantheon and it will always be nothing more than a self-serving entity.
*Eric walks toward one of the corners of the ring, observes it and gets up on it, turns around and sits atop the top turnbuckle looking at the gym and the ring, holding his chin up with his two hands crossed as his elbows sit on his knees as he continues to reminisce and think*
Eric Price: Let me make this very clear, I am no fan of any stable or group, period. To me, it’s a way of admitting you can’t make it by yourself and need to have the protection of others to stay on top, which is downright nonsensical. By the same token, I am well aware that there comes strength in numbers and that is one of the reasons I joined Team WCF … see, Sarah did reach out to me, yes but let’s face facts, she and I are not friends by any stretch but I am willing to put the past aside to work together to get rid of a larger enemy, in this case Pantheon. I am willing to trust these fine athletes, Adrian Archer, Crazy J, Jason Cash, and Salem Shepard as the collective unit of Zero Tolerance. You then have Damian Kaine, Sarah Twilight, and of course myself who then with Zero Tolerance comprise Team WCF … I have great confidence in our team and our collective talent to put Pantheon to an end. I know many times before, I’ve mentioned that I killed Pantheon but that was the original, stronger version of the group, not this cheap, knock off, bastardized version of the group, which is a far weaker incarnation so if I was able to do that with a group of bona-fide stars, then this 99-cent store version of the group should be no trouble. Let’s take a look at these participants.
Eric Price: Let’s start with David Sanchez … Mr. Token Diversity at its finest. Although a fine competitor if you look at his resume, his only real claim to fame here in WCF is winning the US Title once and then joining Pantheon so if you really think about it, he hasn’t done much here. He’s more famous for his life outside the ring, which is mired with more controversy than my own, known for being an asshole and a son of a bitch that no one likes, it’s no wonder you joined Pantheon Mr. Sanchez because the only thing definite about you is that it would make sense for you to join a group of people no one likes; misery does love company after all.
Eric Price: Let’s move on to Joey Flash who as part of the new guard, made quite a name for himself. Won WAR this year … I have to give you a lot of credit Flash, a lot because to do that is really good. You’re on your way to a great career, it’s a shame you’re saddling yourself with the losing entity that is Pantheon because I’m going to tell you right now from experience, if you want to succeed, you’re going to need to ditch these losers because they will do nothing but hold you back. Ask Jeff Purse what it’s like to be stabbed in the back by the leader of Pantheon; trust me, they want nothing but to see you fail and fail badly. Sure, they’ll sweet talk you to your face but reality is that they’ll look for the first opportunity to knock you down and I for one can’t wait to laugh at it. Now mind you, you made it in the era when there was really no good competition for you to beat so it’s not exactly a great accomplishment but it’s a nice little career you have there so good for you.
Eric Price: Jared Holmes … now here’s Pantheon’s perennial butt kisser, or at least one of them anyway. Not even a title to your name so what the fuck have you done? At least Jayson Price can claim to have held titles but you … you strike me as nothing more than a leech who is trying to ride the coattails of anything that even remotely seems like it might be successful in hopes that you might maybe … just maybe get a rub off of it. Because you always seem to be real close to grabbing that brass ring and going to the next level, just a fingertip away but then, you choke when crunch time comes rolling around. You’re like the Chicago Cubs of the world, sure it looks like you could win, like you could make it but on the big stage, you become worthless and choke. Do yourself a favor, why don’t you just lay down on Sunday and save yourself the embarrassment of getting beat down? At least then we don’t have to listen to you brag about how you were this close and that close and wah wah wah of nonsense.
Eric Price: Johnny Rabid … now he’s an interesting piece of work, reminds me a lot of myself … if I were to get an Iceberg Seven Computer and pretend that I was part of a secret cult of the world. I … I honestly don’t get you at all, you read as if you were coming out of some Dungeons and Dragons convention yet you have a great track record. I … I won’t pretend to understand it nor do I really care because whatever you do outside the ring is just that, outside the ring. And of course how could I forget, you’re the customer of Jared Holmes … another guy who’s not even a ran but “an almost ran” because he’s certainly full of “I came close” moments but never quite gets the job done. At least you’ve kind of made it and won a title or two but what have you really done? Not much except be a bigger hanger-on than Jared Holmes.
Eric Price: Even Wade Moor, I honestly don’t care about any of you because I don’t really know you but the fact that you decided to all join Corey Black in Pantheon is enough for me to hate you. I’m going to get to two people who I despise more than life itself. Jayson Price and Zombie McMorris. Zombie McMorris is a cancer on Earth; a guy who ruins any place he steps into and honestly, I can never understand a word you say when you speak because you always reference a honey badger and this week on Twitter, you’ve just been running your mouth with your Pantheon cohorts but you’ve never really been much of anything. You’re like the sludge of the world and you just come and go winning a title or two here and there but then what do you really do except honestly and literally stink up the ring? That’s not what I care about though … I find it hilarious and ironic that the man who used to hate stables is now part of one; in the past you cared not about Pantheon but now all of a sudden, Corey Black and Jayson Price are to be respected because they built the company … THEY built it? I’m sorry, Seth Lerch built this company, all they did was come along for the ride and although they’ve made some nice careers for themselves, it’s the WCF that made them and they should show some respect for this company.
Eric Price: And then of course comes a guy who could never beat me, who could never get out from my shadow until I left and that man of course is Jayson Price. Oh Jayson, once again you and I find each other on opposite sides in a war, you once again hanging on in Pantheon because no one else would care for you. Once again a drunk, beaten loser always a drunk, beaten loser. I would often get infuriated at the fact that folks would somehow think that you and I are related when in reality, you and I couldn’t be more separate if we tried. Admittedly, we do have some commonalities and that is that both you and I have been all about the titles and hellacious matches. Last time you and I faced each other was a few years ago in a great ladder match where I viciously beat you and left you lying in a pool of your own blood as I claimed the US Title from you. This time, there are no titles on the line but I plan on making an example out of you and the rest of your Pantheon cohorts. Jayson, I’ve watched plenty of your departures and “comebacks” and they all end the same, with you as a drunken idiot and this one will be no different. Corey Black will only keep as long as he finds you funny because the second he doesn’t, he’ll be ridding himself of you and I don’t blame him a bit. Sure, I hate him but we can both agree that you serve no other purpose than being comic relief for the WCF and this Sunday, I can’t wait to get in that ring to beat some bloody sense into you and remind you who the only Price that matters in the WCF is … ME!
*Eric smirks at the camera*
Eric Price: This Sunday … tomorrow night, I make my return and my point in that ring against the Pantheon old boys club and this cheap, craptacular incarnation of the group will be done and gone. And then your title shots will all dwindle for a while and you’ll be relegated to where you belong, the dust bin of history. Move on boys, Pantheon is done, long live Team WCF!
*Eric smiles as the scene fades to black*
Act I: An Unexpected Request
Location: Zuma Beach, Malibu, CA
Date: Monday, October 10th, 2016 at 7 AM
*A beautiful coast line is shown as the sun shines brightly, reflecting against the ocean as a beautiful red convertible BMW is being driven down Pacific Coast Highway in the Malibu area of Southern California. Driving this car is the beautiful Sarah Twilight, red hair flowing in the wind as the convertible top is down, Sarah is wearing a nice pair of sunglasses, a black “Mistress of Mischief” tee, blue jeans, no hint of a smile seen as she is driving down the unusually empty highway. She pulls into a parking lot as the sign upon approach says “Zuma Beach”, only one other car is seen, a black Porsche 911 parked with someone sitting on the hood of it, convertible top down, simply laying absorbing some sun. Sarah parks to the right of this car, stops her BMW, turns it off and then exits the car slowly, closing the door as she walks toward the Porsche next to her and stands in front of the person sitting on the car.*
(Person on the car): You’re standing in my sun, get out of the …
*The person on the car realizes it’s Sarah Twilight as he moves his sun glasses down to get a better look but then just resumes relaxing on his car.*
Sarah Twilight: So … this is where I find you after all these years Eric!
*Eric Price, the person on the car, smirks as he has on a black sport coat, a navy blue collared shirt, two buttons unbuttoned, and black slacks on, sunglasses comfortably placed on his head as he looks relaxed and seems to not even care about the presence of Sarah Twilight. He continues simply basking in the sun’s rays enjoying the view of the beach.*
Sarah Twilight: Hey … I’m talking to you asshole!
*Eric simply continues to ignore Sarah*
Sarah Twilight: So you’re not going to talk to me, is that it? And to think … I don’t even know what I’m doing here!
*Sarah starts pacing around back and forth as Eric simply continues on the hood of his car, unphased by anything that Sarah is doing, as if not having a care in the world as Sarah appears to be quite the opposite, almost like a caged lion that cannot control her rage.*
Sarah Twilight: You fucking asshole … are you even going to say anything to me? ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?!
*Sarah gets right up in Eric’s face as Eric continues to be unphased by Sarah’s actions and continues smirking. Sarah then storms away from him a few steps and stops herself looking ever more enraged.*
Sarah Twilight: I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU STUPID FUCK. Fine, pretend like you can’t.
*Sarah then says softly almost under her breath in anger*
Sarah Twilight: I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea, what the hell was I thinking?!
*Sarah continues facing away from Eric and continues yelling at him*
Sarah Twilight: I knew it, you are a useless and pathetic piece of shit. You’re good for nothing, worthless … I know you …
*Sarah begins to turn around and notices Eric slowly getting up from laying on the hood of his car and and slowly making his way toward Sarah*
Sarah Twilight: So that’s what it takes to get a rise out of you, huh? I just have to…
*Before Sarah can finish her words, Eric slaps Sarah’s face as hard as he can nearly knocking her down. She grabs her cheek as and looks infuriated as Eric simply smirks at her. She is trembling, clearly her blood boiling from this vicious slap, she seems as if she can barely contain her anger. She takes her left hand and uses it to hold her right hand in place, almost as if tempering herself to make sure she doesn’t react to what Eric did.*
Sarah Twilight: You stupid son of a … what the fuck is wrong with you?!
Eric Price: Hmm … after 3 years … really, you don’t know why I’m pissed at you? You really are stupider than I thought.
Sarah Twilight: Listen you shit, I don’t have time for your fucking stupidity!
Eric Price: So after 3 years, you come here to what … insult me? Oh … forgive me if I just don’t care but after everything you did to me, I don’t really care.
Sarah Twilight: Look … I don’t even know why I came here really as you … you of all people, I can’t believe I have to do this.
*Eric sighs, rolls his eyes, and starts speaking extremely sarcastically at Sarah*
Eric Price: Do what? Oh wait, I know … are you going to lull me into some false sense of security to get me to try and … marry you?
*Sarah looks angry at that statement*
Eric Price: Oh don’t tell me, you’re going to get me to take your crap again? Oh no, I know … you’re going to get me to be your lackey and believe your bullshit again, that’s what you’re going to do, right? Or how about try to get me to somehow believe that you’re the answer to the question that no one ever asked?! Huh, tell me … just what the hell is it that brought you here after all this time. It certainly isn’t a social call or some desire to see me.
*Sarah looks angrier and angrier at everything that Eric is saying but she continue to tremble and contain her anger in a surprising display of restraint*
Sarah Twilight: Eric … if you’d just listen to me for one minute …
Eric Price: I already listened to you enough for one year and realized that you were full of nothing but horse manure. I’m not interested in you or anything you have to say. Unless you’re here to tell me you’re dying, I really don’t care.
*Eric turns around and starts storming off toward his car as Sarah quickly screams at him*
Sarah Twilight: I’M HERE BECAUSE I NEED YOUR HELP!
*Eric stops dead in his tracks and slightly looks toward Sarah behind him wondering what she’s talking about, he does not face her but does take the time to continue speaking*
Eric Price: My help?! MY HELP?! Let me get this straight, after 3 years of not speaking to you, after you stole my company, stole my money, put me through the Ultra Ten Match from hell, worked to rid me from WCF … now … NOW you need MY HELP?! And just tell me … to what do I … pray tell, owe this wonderful bit of generosity from you?
Sarah Twilight: Don’t start with this shit! JUST DROP IT!
Eric Price: Drop it?! You want my help! You want me to just forget … FORGET … EVERYTHING … everything that you’ve done to me.
*Eric turns around and walks toward Sarah. He looks down at her and reaches back and slaps her in the face as hard as he can again, knocking her down this time as she angrily gets back up and takes off her sunglasses, staring a hole into his eyes.*
Eric Price: Are you mad? Go ahead, do something about it!
*Sarah looks angrier and angrier by every passing instant, she looks like she is ready to kill Eric Price but she once again, uses her left hand to restrain her right hand from reacting despite the fact that she can clearly be seen trembling and her anger barely being controlled in another incredible display of restraint.*
Sarah Twilight: Look asshole…
Eric Price: You must really want something from me because I’ve slapped you twice and you haven’t reacted. Or is this the new Sarah Twilight?
*Eric starts walking around Sarah in a circle smirking the whole way*
Eric Price: Yes, I see it all now, a weak, defeated Sarah Twilight, a worthless piece of crap, good for nothing, so desperate that she seeks out the man she despises more than life itself, one Eric Price … oh do tell me Sarah, what is it that brings you out here … so desperate to seek help from me … what is it now?
Sarah Twilight: You’re a motherfucking piece of shit, you know that?
*Eric stops right in front of Sarah and smiles at her*
Eric Price: And that’s how you ask me for a favor? Three years have passed and you still haven’t learned how to behave properly, shame.
*Eric puts his chin out and his hands behind back as he smirks at Sarah, challenging her to hit him back*
Eric Price: Go ahead, hit me! Come on, I know you want to. Hit me!
*Sarah is using every fiber in her being to restrain herself as Eric simply smirks at her*
Eric Price: HIT ME! DO IT!
*Eric stands upright again and pats Sarah on the head much to her chagrin*
Sarah Twilight: You’re three seconds away from …
*Eric looks bored at her statements…*
Eric Price: Yes Sarah, I’ve heard this before … you’re going to beat me into a bloody pulp, into oblivion, put me out of my misery and existence, and show me the real definition of pain or some other sadistic nonsense that you always come up with. Please, spare me the spiel, I’ve heard it all before.
*Sarah finally looks like she’s had enough and screams at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: PANTHEON!
*Eric’s smile stops for a second*
Eric Price: I’m sorry, what now?
*Sarah screams at Eric again*
Sarah Twilight: PANTHEON!
*Eric’s smile turns into a frown*
Eric Price: What about Pantheon?
Sarah Twilight: They’re back.
*Eric looks extremely puzzled at these words emanating from Sarah’s mouth*
Eric Price: I … I’m sorry, what do you mean, Pantheon is back? What does that mean?!
Sarah Twilight: Are you retarded? What do you think it means? Pantheon is back!
Eric Price: Back?! But I single handedly killed Pantheon over 3 years ago.
Sarah Twilight: Well like everything you do, I have to finish it for you.
*Eric smirks at Sarah*
Eric Price: So let me get this straight, I haven’t seen you for 3 years, you come here, show up without notice, without … how the hell did you know I was here anyway?
Sarah Twilight: Your … your wife told me you would come here every morning to think.
Eric Price: I … damn it. I thought you two didn’t speak anymore.
Sarah Twilight: She’s my sister, of course we still speak!
Eric Price: Yeah … you beat the hell out of her and somehow she becomes important to you … it’s nice to know you care. Not that you’d care but we went through a brief period of separation but I made her drop the Twilight surname and that made it all better.
*Eric smirks as Sarah looks enraged by this reminder*
Sarah Twilight: So are you going to help me or not?!
Eric Price: Help you what? So … Pantheon … they’re back?!
Sarah Twilight: Sort of …
Eric Price: What do you mean sort of? I assume that means Jonny Fly is back, right?
Sarah Twilight: No.
Eric Price: Then certainly Jeff Purse is back with them.
Sarah Twilight: No.
Eric Price: Then … oh I know, Bobby Cairo must be with them.
Sarah Twilight: Also, no.
Eric Price: Then … what the hell kind of Pantheon is this? This sounds like you’re making stuff up here.
Sarah Twilight: LISTEN TO ME FOR A MINUTE! Pantheon is back, Corey Black is World Champion, Jayson Price …
*Eric looks bewildered at this point*
Eric Price: I’m sorry … what did you just say?
Sarah Twilight: Jayson Price …
Eric Price: No no, before that. Who … who is the World Champion?
Sarah Twilight: Corey Black.
*Eric looks around rather dejected and starts walking back toward his car and sits down on the hood of it looking incredibly shocked*
Eric Price: I … I don’t even know what to say. Truly is the beginning of the end.
Sarah Twilight: And that’s why I’m here, I … WCF needs your help.
Eric Price: My help? Is that right? And they sent you because you and I get along so so well, right?!
*Sarah walks toward Eric angrily*
Sarah Twilight: Look asshole, I don’t like this any more than you do but fucking Pantheon needs to DIE!
Eric Price: I … I agree with that sentiment, Pantheon does indeed need to die … again.
Sarah Twilight: And you … as much as it pains me to admit it, I killed them but it was with your help 3 years ago.
*Eric looks at Sarah somewhat angry*
Eric Price: Excuse me? WE … WE didn’t kill anything, I … I … SINGLE HANDEDLY … ALONE … killed Pantheon! THAT WAS ME! ME! You understand that? ME!
Sarah Twilight: Look … are you going to help me or not?!
Eric Price: Help you do what though? Kill Pantheon? And how are we going to accomplish that? Are you going to nag them to death?
Sarah Twilight: One match … you know what, fuck you Eric. FUCK YOU! You’ve always been a no good piece of shit so go fuck yourself and your self-righteous bullshit.
*Sarah begins to storm away as Eric smirks on the hood of his car*
Eric Price: Then I guess you want Pantheon to survive.
*Sarah stops dead in her tracks before opening her car door*
Eric Price: Sarah, face facts, you came to me for a reason. You know I killed them before and I can do it again. I know it pains you to admit this but you need me to do this.
Sarah Twilight: So are you in or not?
Eric Price: One match?
Sarah Twilight: One match.
Eric Price: When?
Sarah Twilight: Helloween. Hellimination.
Eric Price: Hellimination, that sounds like my kind of match. So what … you and me versus two of them?
Sarah Twilight: No, a team of 7.
Eric Price: Seven? Wow, you really must be desperate to be willing to work with others to get this done.
Sarah Twilight: So what’s it going to be? Yes … or no?
Eric Price: So what’s the match?
Sarah Twilight: Team WCF versus Team Pantheon, 7 on 7.
*Eric thinks about it for a minute, gets up from the hood of his car, walks toward the door of his car, opens it and takes a seat in his Porsche and starts the engine as Sarah looks at him and leans on the passenger side of the car*
Eric Price: One match?
Sarah Twilight: One match.
Eric Price: Hmm …
*Eric puts his car in reverse and pulls out of the parking space as Sarah immediately lets go and looks inquisitively at him as he turns his car around and stops to put his car in drive. He does not even bother looking at her as he utters out his response.*
Eric Price: No.
*Eric drives away as Sarah looks even more enraged*
Sarah Twilight: No. No?! NO! Son of a … YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!
*Eric drives away screeching his tires as he gets his car on Pacific Coast Highway, a smirk on his face, as Sarah looks incredibly angry in the background as the scene fades to black*
Act II: If At First You Don’t Succeed, Then Try Again
Location: Eric Price’s Office in Hollywood, CA
Date: Friday, October 14th, 2016 at 11 AM
*The scene opens up with Eric seen sitting behind a large glass desk in a large, black leather chair, his laptop opened up in front of him, his curtains to his office windows opened up behind him that show off the Los Angeles scenery. Clearly a beautiful, sunny day in the background as he is seated focused on his work. He is dressed in a white sport coat, navy blue collared shirt with one button unbuttoned on it, and light brown pants, no tie on. As he stares away at his laptop, his phone rings as his secretary calls him. He answers the phone…*
Secretary (on the phone): Mr. Price.
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes Becky.
Becky (on the phone): I have someone on the phone for you. She won’t identify herself but says this call is urgent.
Eric Price (on the phone): Urgent but she won’t identify herself? Well, it’s been a light morning I guess, put her through.
Becky (on the phone): Putting her through now.
*Eric thinks to himself for two seconds wondering who would be calling him but not identify herself. The phone clicks as he sees the call is now transferred to him*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hello?
Woman on the phone: Hey Eric!
*Eric shakes his head and gets a look of anger and disappointment on his face as he knows the voice on the other side of the phone. It is none other than Sarah Twilight again trying to reach out to him*
Eric Price (on the phone): I already told you no! We’re done.
Sarah Twilight (on the phone): Listen asshole, I …
*Eric hangs up on Sarah and sighs heavily as he clearly wants to have nothing to do with her*
Eric Price: What … what is it that she does not understand about no? Damn bitch!
*At this point, a vibration is heard as Eric pulls out his cell phone from his pocket and sees a call coming in from “Unknown Number”. Eric smirks and shakes his head while sarcastically quipping to himself.*
Eric Price: Geez, I can’t imagine who this is.
*Eric answers the call just to see who it is*
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes?
Sarah Twillight (on the phone): Fucker, listen!
Eric Price (on the phone): You still don’t get it do you? Fuck you! You hear me? Fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
*Eric hangs up his cell phone as Sarah can be heard screaming obscenities back at Eric while he cuts off the phone call*
Eric Price: Damn it, some people just…
*Eric sees his desk phone ring now as an external phone call is coming in and he looks angrier at this call coming in not understanding how it’s not clear that he wants nothing to do with the match. Eric answers the phone*
Eric Price (on the phone): Before you say a word, what part of NO don’t you understand? Are you mentally retarded? Are you that thick that you just don’t get it? NO! FUCK YOU! NO!
Woman on the phone: Eric?!
*Eric looks surprised as he realizes the voice on the other phone is not Sarah but instead his wife Rachel*
Eric Price (on the phone): Rachel? Oh, sorry about that. I just … your sister has been calling me and asking me for nonsense.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Yeah, I know. I was hoping you’d say yes.
*Eric’s smile turns into a frown at this point*
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes?! Are you serious? After everything she’s done to you, done to us and you want me to work with her again?! No, absolutely not. I’d rather chew my own leg off.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Look, I know you two don’t get along…
Eric Price (on the phone): No, no. Let me explain something to you. Trump and Hillary don’t get along, we don’t just not get along, we absolutely despise each other’s existence. I have no doubt that if there were a button she could push to get rid of me, she’d have done so a long time ago and I can’t say I don’t feel the same about her.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Calm down, okay, calm down.
Eric Price (on the phone): You want me to calm down? I’ve been real happy the last three years or so without her presence and all of a sudden she shows up out of the blue and she tells me that you told her where I was this past Monday morning?!
Rachel Price (on the phone): But…
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh yeah, you thought I didn’t know about that? Oh I knew and I do not like it one bit. I was hoping your sister would have taken the hint and simply left me the hell alone but much like herpes, she has to continue to come back!
Rachel Price (on the phone): HEY! Calm down. Look, I know it isn’t easy for you to accept this but she genuinely wants your help.
Eric Price (on the phone): And why should I care? What is it that should make me care in any manner, shape, or form? Oh please, let me know because obviously you must understand something I don’t.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Well … Sarah told me about what happened the other day. She told me how you slapped her a few times.
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes I did. And I’d damn well do it again because she damn well deserved it. In fact, she deserves worse than that. Consider that the “lite” version of what I would love to do to her.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Did she hit you back?
*Eric looks taken aback at the question*
Eric Price (on the phone): I’m sorry?
Rachel Price (on the phone): Did she hit you back?
*Eric thinks back for a moment*
Eric Price (on the phone): No.
Rachel Price (on the phone): You slapped her a few times and she didn’t hit you back? Doesn’t that surprise you a bit?
Eric Price (on the phone): No … NO! She knows she did me … she did us wrong and she deserves to be slapped and beaten down for it! She knows she deserved what she got.
Rachel Price (on the phone): But doesn’t it surprise you?
*Eric tweaks his head a bit in dismay*
Eric Price (on the phone): I … well … maybe a bit but it doesn’t change anything. I still want nothing to do with her or her existence.
Rachel Price (on the phone): But you have to admit, she must really want something if she didn’t hit you back.
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh please, she’s just faking until she does something to stab me in the back again. You know we can’t trust her. Yes, I know she’s your sister but it doesn’t change the fact that she can’t be trusted, bottom line … I know it and you know it.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Well …
Eric Price (on the phone): You know it … right?
Rachel Price (on the phone): Can’t you at least hear her out?
Eric Price (on the phone): Hear her …
*Eric takes a deep breath and is trying to contain his anger at this statement as he cannot understand this sentiment after all that Sarah has done to both of them*
Eric Price (on the phone): Look, I’m going to say this once and only once because I want this nonsense to end. Sarah … Sarah is in my … our past. She is just that, a ghost from the past that needs to be left in the past. You and I have moved on, the world has moved on and I do not want anything to do with her.
Rachel Price (on the phone): Just give her a chance.
Eric Price (on the phone): Do I need to remind you that the last time I gave her a chance, you ended up in the hospital thanks to … oh that’s right, her backstabbing ways. No, I will NOT give her a chance again. Now, before you say another word, just understand that I don’t want to discuss this again. As far as I’m concerned, Sarah Twilight is a dead topic and we are done speaking of her or her nonsense. Done!
Rachel Price (on the phone): All I’ll say is that I know you both hated Pantheon and you two did make the death of that group possible.
Eric Price (on the phone): I did that, not us. But anyway, I have to get back to work. Let’s forget this mess.
Rachel Price (on the phone): See you tonight!
Eric Price (on the phone): You know it!
*Eric ends the call as he thinks to himself on the death of Pantheon but at the same time remembers all the hell Sarah put him through*
Eric Price: Ugh … hate these bad memories.
*The scene fades to black*
Act III: The Third Time’s the Charm … In Public
Location: Fleming’s Steakhouse in Los Angeles, CA
Date: Wednesday, October 19th, 2016 at 12:30 PM
*The scene opens up at the Fleming’s Steakhouse restaurant, an upscale eatery during the lunch hour where Eric Price is shown just getting done with ordering his main course. He is shown sitting alone for lunch, relaxing and soaking in the atmosphere. Wearing a black sport coat, a gold shirt, gold tie, and black pants, his sunglasses laid on the table as he looks to be comfortable.*
Eric Price: This should be good.
*The restaurant itself is somewhat dimly lit with only minimal lighting throughout, it is relatively quiet with many guests having business meetings and speaking calmly. Eric is more or less in the center of the restaurant and although he considered sitting at the bar, he wanted a quiet table to relax for a while prior to returning to work. He closes his eyes for a few seconds to relax and meditate. As he sits there, a redheaded figure approaches his table dressed in an impeccable red dress, jewels adorning the dress. She takes a seat at his table right across from him. As she sits, Eric opens his eyes and reacts with a look of surprise.*
Eric Price: Ahh!
*Some of the restaurant patrons look at him as he screams mostly at the shock of seeing Sarah at his table. He just shakes his head as she gives him a cold stare!*
Eric Price: You … do you just not understand no? Why are you here? I thought I was done with you.
Sarah Twilight: Since you won’t listen to me or take my phone calls, I figure…
Eric Price: You figured that you’d come here because at least I’ll avoid causing a scene in public, right?
Sarah Twilight: Ever so predictable as you are.
*Eric rolls his eyes at Sarah*
Eric Price: I can tell this is going to go well already. How the hell did you know I was here? Let me guess … Rachel told you … of course she told you. Damn her! I told her not to…
Sarah Twilight: Hey, she’s my sister damn it!
Eric Price: Oh for God’s sake, spare me the caring sister act. Fine, I’ll listen to what you have to say if it’ll at least get you out of my life.
Sarah Twilight: One match, 7 on 7.
Eric Price: And why should I come back? I retired nearly 3 years ago, I’m done with wrestling, I’m done with the WCF, I’m done with it all, and I’m not interested in coming back.
Sarah Twilight: You’re telling me you’re comfortable with those assholes from Pantheon just running around doing what they damn well fucking please?
Eric Price: Whether I’m comfortable with it or not doesn’t matter. Fact is I’m done and gone. Pantheon’s existence is of no consequence to me at this point. Besides, it’s not even the Pantheon I knew from what you were telling me the other day and … why am I even talking to you? Look Sarah, just go.
Sarah Twilight: You stupid fuck, just listen!
Eric Price: Why? Last time I listened to you, I ended up losing the company so again, why should I care?
*Eric sarcastically rolls his eyes at the mention of this match*
Sarah Twilight: Look, I don’t give a shit about what you care or think about me but fact is, Pantheon needs to die!
Eric Price: Yes, I get that. They are a cancer unto society and are generally the collection of … well who is in Pantheon or at least in the match anyway?
Sarah Twilight: Joey Flash, Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, David Sanchez, Zombie McMorris, Johnny Rabid, and Jayson Price.
Eric Price: I thought Jayson Price died and a clone of his came back and … actually … never mind, that whole deal was confusing as hell. So … out of the 7 people you just named, I only really know two of them and I’ve already beaten the other Price twice at this point so why should I care about the rest? They sound like a who’s who of Portlandia rejects. Besides, if it’s anything like the Pantheon of old, I already know the crap they’re going to pull. They’re going to cheat, make terrible jokes, and talk to ice dimensions with some super computer in the middle of Antarctica or something … I never understood the Iceberg Seven references at all. Then you got the honey badger … I … to this day, I still don’t know what he means by that … I often just shake my head at the whole thing. Why the hell should I have any interest in this whole thing?
Sarah Twilight: I thought you’d love the chance to kill Pantheon again but I guess you just don’t care.
Eric Price: Hey, don’t pull that reverse psychology crap on me! Fact is, of the 7 people you named, I only know two of them so why should I give a flying crap about any of the others considering I know absolutely nothing about them?
Sarah Twilight: They’re all associated with and supported by Corey Black.
Eric Price: As … as much as I hate that son of a bitch and I do, all that means is they made a poor choice because he’s going to chew them up and spit them out like yesterday’s trash. At least if you’d mentioned Jonny Fly or Jeff Purse I may have had some interest but why would I care what these rejects think of anything?
Sarah Twilight: DAMN IT ERIC!
Eric Price: Keep your voice down for God’s sake. I don’t want a scene here.
Sarah Twilight: You think I care? I’ll make any fucking scene I want.
Eric Price: Ugh … I’m starting to remember exactly why I couldn’t stand you and why I left the WCF to begin with.
Sarah Twilight: Fine then, don’t come back. At this point, you’re nothing more than a washed up has been anyway.
*Eric smirks at Sarah and replies sarcastically*
Eric Price: Oooooh … your stinging words hurt so much. Hang on while I begin to care and cry about it. Oh please, Sarah. I’ll tell you what, I’ll humor this.
*A waiter approaches the table as he notices Eric now has company. He inquires about her wanting anything*
Waiter: Mr. Price, I see you have a guest now. And would the lady care for anything.
Sarah Twilight: I’d …
*Eric immediately cuts Sarah off*
Eric Price: She’ll have some bread and water, that’s it. Thanks.
*Eric half-cracks a smile at the waiter and signals him to go away as Sarah stares coldly into Eric and he has a look of disdain toward Sarah*
Eric Price: Go ahead, give me that look, give my any look you like I really don’t give two shits. Anyway, let’s say I said I had a feint … feint interest in this match. Who would our team be?
Sarah Twilight: You, myself, Adrian Archer, Damian Kaine, Crazy J, Jason Cash, and Salem Shepard and all except Damian Kaine and myself being part of Zero Tolerance.
Eric Price: Stable Wars again? Oh God, not this crap. At the end of the day, everyone ends up right back where they started with nothing to show for it. Is there something on the line at least?
Sarah Twilight: What’s on the line is that if our group collectively known as Team WCF win, then Pantheon receives no title shots at all until One.
Eric Price: No title shots, huh? And all I have to do is participate in one match? Keeping Zombie McMorris and Jayson Price away from titles … yeah, I can deal with that. Keeping Pantheon away from any more titles … I could see that as a worthy cause. Because let’s talk turkey here, Jayson Price … now there’s someone who is a perennial “why bother” of WCF and I know that when I was in the WCF last time, I made him my bitch when I beat him in a hell of a ladder match. But then of course you cozied up to him…
Sarah Twilight: Don’t … don’t remind me. So … are you in?
Eric Price: One match and then you leave me alone? Nohting more. No long term deal or gig, no follow up, simply the one match and I’m done, you understand me? I’m assuming Seth is supporting this effort?
Sarah Twilight: Yes he is.
Eric Price: Then fine, you tell him I’m in but for one night only. Expect nothing more from me because I have no interest in getting back into this. I plan to win but either way this goes, it will be my one night back in the WCF. After that, I go back to retirement and never hear or see anything of or from you ever again. And just so you know, I’m doing this for the WCF, not for you.
Sarah Twilight: Whatever you want.
*The waiter comes back with some water and bread for Sarah as Eric had requested much to Sarah’s chagrin*
Waiter: Will there be anything else Mr. Price?
Eric Price: You know what, I think I’ve lost my appetite. This is my friend Sarah Twilight here and as my sister in law, she’ll be taking care of my tab today. Go ahead and add a nice lobster and a bottle of Chardonnay to the order and she’ll take care of it!
*Eric smirks as he gets up from the table and starts walking away as Sarah looks enraged and starts screaming at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: COME BACK HERE! HEY … HEY … YOU DON’T JUST…
*Eric stops and turns around to look at Sarah and smirks at her again*
Eric Price: You want me in the match don’t you?
*Eric turns around and then keeps on heading out of the restaurant as Sarah looks incredibly angered over this. Eric is then shown walking out of the restaurant into the surrounding area of the LA Live shopping area. As he walks into what is a medium sized crowd of people walking up and down the shopping area, Sarah Twilight is seen behind him running out of the restaurant and marching her way toward him as Eric maintains his normal walking pace not even turning to face her. She rushes toward him and grabs him by the shoulder and forcibly turns him around.*
Sarah Twilight: YOU FUCK!
Eric Price: Here’s what you need to understand Sarah, three years ago you pulled the strings. This time, I’m the one running the show and if you want me to be in that match, you’ll do exactly as I say because if you don’t, I’ll be more than happy to walk away and tell you to go to hell. You see Sarah, as much as I do enjoy the idea of making Pantheon suffer, I enjoy the idea of making you suffer even more because after everything that you did, it puts a smile on my face. You have to remember, you started this, you came to me, you needed me, and if I’m going to be in this, then I have to get something out of this too. Now if I were you, I’d run back over to Fleming’s there and pay my tab because if you don’t … well, running out on the check is just not becoming of a lady … not that you’ve ever been one but at least you can pretend to be one, right? You did string along the WCF fans for a while didn’t you? Not to mention Jeff Purse.
*Eric sarcastically smiles at Sarah as she grinds her teeth at him, clearly furious at everything he just said and asked of her. Eric turns her around and nudges her gently into heading back to the restaurant which she does with great hesitation*
Eric Price: That’s a good girl. You know what, I think I’m going to enjoy this.
*Eric smiles and turns around walking toward his car as the scene fades to black*
Act IV: The Unexpected Return
Location: WCF’s Sunday Night Slam, the Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu, Hawaii
Date: Sunday, October 23rd, 2016 at 5:35 PM
*The scene opens in a small private trailer right near the back of the Stan Sheriff Center where inside, Eric Price is sitting down on a small black, leather couch, wearing a black sport coat, black pants, a gold collared shirt with one button unbuttoned, no tie, as he is drinking a bottle of water relaxing and waiting for his curtain call to be introduced for Team WCF. The trailer itself is a small room with a TV monitor showing the live feed of Slam, a mini-fridge, a mirror with lights, a door in the center of it. As Eric is sitting down, relaxed, the door opens and in comes Sarah Twilight followed by Seth Lerch. Eric looks surprised as he gets up from the couch and Eric shakes Seth’s hand*
Eric Price: Seth … I haven’t seen you in … I think it has been three years almost now.
Seth Lerch: Here’s your contract.
*Eric is handed a WCF contract as he quickly looks over it*
Eric Price: This is my agreement for my one night only return at Helloween. No strings attached, no follow-up, simply one night where I will once again fight on the side of WCF, as I always have. Also included is the clause that if I so choose, I can terminate this contract, no strings attached, correct?
*Seth nods his head at Eric confirming that his requests have been met and Eric quickly takes a pen from the counter in the small room and signs the contract and hands it back to Seth*
Seth Lerch: Welcome back Eric!
Eric Price: It’s kind of good to be back Seth.
*Seth and Eric shake hands again and Seth quickly excuses himself from the room and shuts the door as Sarah and Eric are left alone in the room with Eric smirking at her*
Eric Price: Doesn’t this remind you of a couple of years ago, you and me back on the same side. It’s … it’s kind of good I think.
*Sarah stares coldly into Eric’s eyes*
Sarah Twilight: Don’t get any ideas dipshit.
*Eric leans on the counter by the mirror, with his back facing the mirror and his eyes toward Sarah, a sarcastic smile on his face as he offers his quick retort*
Eric Price: Oh not at all, I already know you’re a cold and heartless bitch, I’m not pretending otherwise. The difference this time around is I recognize that from the start and it’s all about business. Fact is and you know this, we’re not friends here, we’re simply allies for a cause and that cause is the elimination of Pantheon! We can agree upon that can we not?
Sarah Twilight: Yes, yes we can. Now then, I’m going to go get ready to head out there. Not that I care about those sheep but …
Eric Price: You … you never change do you? You still see the fans as sheep? How drôle.
Sarah Twilight: And I suppose you care what those idiots out there think, don’t you?
Eric Price: They’re not really idiots Sarah, they’re the WCF fans and we’re fighting the good fight for WCF and against Pantheon so if anything, we are fighting for them. That you denigrate them shows that you don’t get what we’re really doing here but I can’t say I expect any different from you considering you’re nothing but an emotional wreck and psychologically an angry child.
*Sarah stares a hole right through Eric clearly showing she hates his very existence and being.*
Eric Price: I can tell by that look that I struck a nerve. Regardless, understand that you and I will have to work together to rid WCF of Pantheon and along with Damian and Zero Tolerance and I’m willing to do just that. If they picked you, they must really mean business and I’m willing to do what it takes to end Pantheon so relax, all will be well.
Sarah Twilight: Yes, at Helloween we will work together but after that, all bets are off. Remember that.
*Eric smiles at Sarah*
Eric Price: Sure, I’m not concerned a bit. Now go on, get ready.
*Sarah angrily leaves the trailer and slams the door shut as Eric smirks in her direction and in a soft voice speaks*
Eric Price: Always a bitch.
*Eric shakes his head as the scene fades to black*
Act V: Training For A Return
Location: Gold’s Gym location in Eau Claire, WI
Date: Saturday, October 29th, 2016 at 7:00 AM
*The scene opens up with Eric Price walking in to a Gold’s Gym, early Saturday morning with the sun barely coming up. Eric with a duffel bag in hand, dressed in a black jersey and sweat pants, he surveys the gym, which is rather empty it only being 7 AM. He looks around and walks past all the cardio exercise equipment and weights up to a boxing/wrestling ring they have setup where he pulls himself up into and stands in the center of this ring and looks around surveying the area. He appears to lose himself in thought.*
Eric Price: It … it has been many years since I’ve stepped into one of these. I can’t believe I’ve been out for so long now but damn if it doesn’t feel good to be in the center of this ring … it certainly takes me back to the glory days.
*Eric starts thinking to himself and has flashbacks to some of the matches in which he’s participated.*
Eric Price: I … I remember that night 4 years ago when Jeff Purse and I beat the living hell out of each other in a hellacious ladder match, both of us a bloody mess all for the WCF Television Title. What’s interesting about that is that it is where my war against Pantheon really started, it all started with Jeff Purse. Oh yeah, I’ve been reading Twitter all week and I have to admit, I haven’t had a good laugh like for a while because Pantheon, you seem so so desparate right now to downplay Team WCF, you’re so overconfident as you’ve always been and your arrogance never ceases to amaze me. Now, I know some of your boys in Pantheon, the newer guard such as Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid, Joey Flash or … excuse me Lord Jackass Joseph Flash, and David Sanchez … y’all don’t remember but I made a name for myself in calling Pantheon out for a fight. I fired the first shot and beat up their leader Jonny Fly and that got their attention. I then for months asked for simply one match and got denied, got told that I simply am not worth Pantheon’s time, that I have nothing of value to bring, and that they would quickly dispose of me.
*Eric smiles and laughs to himself a bit*
Eric Price: Then after a while it happened. I faced Pantheon’s Jeff Purse for the Television Title and what happened on that night? I beat him and became the champion. He challenged me to a rematch coming up with the ten thousand excuses as did his cohorts in Pantheon and I granted him said rematch, beat him yet again and retained my title. WAR came around a few weeks later and I thought I had put Jeff Purse out of his misery but somehow, he managed to sneak in and beat me in that match netting himself the World Championship. I showed him though, his first title defense against me at the main event of One … yes, I main evented One in my first year in the company and I once again beat Jeff Purse, this time becoming the WCF World Champion!
*Eric smirks a bit at this point*
Eric Price: Speaking of Twitter, I’ve seen all the pathetic polls, the whining, the crying, and even better, someone claiming that the crowd noise last Sunday was “Piped In” through the audio system by Seth Lerch? Haha, now that’s hilarious. See … here’s where my being in this company for so long as well as having owned it comes into play. A couple years back when I took over WCF from Pantheon and got rid of them like the garbage that they are, I found that apparently there was such a thing as “Piped In” crowd reactions … there was indeed an editing technique that I asked our production crew but they informed me that they only had to ever use it when Pantheon would show up because no one gave a crap about them and their constant stupidity.
Eric Price: What’s interesting about the whole deal now is that you have Corey Black as your World Champion … WCF Legend in his own right, I’ll grant him that however, he has not been all that relevant in many years and only became relevant after all the great talent left and well, the shit had to inevitably rise to the top as it is prone to do once the cream is gone. And that’s what Pantheon’s really all about at the end of the day, it’s nothing more than Corey Black’s hangers on who he will use to shield himself from any and all competition because that’s all Pantheon has ever really been about, protecting a leader from getting beat. It was that way during the Jonny Fly era of Pantheon and it is that way now during the Corey Black era of Pantheon and it will always be nothing more than a self-serving entity.
*Eric walks toward one of the corners of the ring, observes it and gets up on it, turns around and sits atop the top turnbuckle looking at the gym and the ring, holding his chin up with his two hands crossed as his elbows sit on his knees as he continues to reminisce and think*
Eric Price: Let me make this very clear, I am no fan of any stable or group, period. To me, it’s a way of admitting you can’t make it by yourself and need to have the protection of others to stay on top, which is downright nonsensical. By the same token, I am well aware that there comes strength in numbers and that is one of the reasons I joined Team WCF … see, Sarah did reach out to me, yes but let’s face facts, she and I are not friends by any stretch but I am willing to put the past aside to work together to get rid of a larger enemy, in this case Pantheon. I am willing to trust these fine athletes, Adrian Archer, Crazy J, Jason Cash, and Salem Shepard as the collective unit of Zero Tolerance. You then have Damian Kaine, Sarah Twilight, and of course myself who then with Zero Tolerance comprise Team WCF … I have great confidence in our team and our collective talent to put Pantheon to an end. I know many times before, I’ve mentioned that I killed Pantheon but that was the original, stronger version of the group, not this cheap, knock off, bastardized version of the group, which is a far weaker incarnation so if I was able to do that with a group of bona-fide stars, then this 99-cent store version of the group should be no trouble. Let’s take a look at these participants.
Eric Price: Let’s start with David Sanchez … Mr. Token Diversity at its finest. Although a fine competitor if you look at his resume, his only real claim to fame here in WCF is winning the US Title once and then joining Pantheon so if you really think about it, he hasn’t done much here. He’s more famous for his life outside the ring, which is mired with more controversy than my own, known for being an asshole and a son of a bitch that no one likes, it’s no wonder you joined Pantheon Mr. Sanchez because the only thing definite about you is that it would make sense for you to join a group of people no one likes; misery does love company after all.
Eric Price: Let’s move on to Joey Flash who as part of the new guard, made quite a name for himself. Won WAR this year … I have to give you a lot of credit Flash, a lot because to do that is really good. You’re on your way to a great career, it’s a shame you’re saddling yourself with the losing entity that is Pantheon because I’m going to tell you right now from experience, if you want to succeed, you’re going to need to ditch these losers because they will do nothing but hold you back. Ask Jeff Purse what it’s like to be stabbed in the back by the leader of Pantheon; trust me, they want nothing but to see you fail and fail badly. Sure, they’ll sweet talk you to your face but reality is that they’ll look for the first opportunity to knock you down and I for one can’t wait to laugh at it. Now mind you, you made it in the era when there was really no good competition for you to beat so it’s not exactly a great accomplishment but it’s a nice little career you have there so good for you.
Eric Price: Jared Holmes … now here’s Pantheon’s perennial butt kisser, or at least one of them anyway. Not even a title to your name so what the fuck have you done? At least Jayson Price can claim to have held titles but you … you strike me as nothing more than a leech who is trying to ride the coattails of anything that even remotely seems like it might be successful in hopes that you might maybe … just maybe get a rub off of it. Because you always seem to be real close to grabbing that brass ring and going to the next level, just a fingertip away but then, you choke when crunch time comes rolling around. You’re like the Chicago Cubs of the world, sure it looks like you could win, like you could make it but on the big stage, you become worthless and choke. Do yourself a favor, why don’t you just lay down on Sunday and save yourself the embarrassment of getting beat down? At least then we don’t have to listen to you brag about how you were this close and that close and wah wah wah of nonsense.
Eric Price: Johnny Rabid … now he’s an interesting piece of work, reminds me a lot of myself … if I were to get an Iceberg Seven Computer and pretend that I was part of a secret cult of the world. I … I honestly don’t get you at all, you read as if you were coming out of some Dungeons and Dragons convention yet you have a great track record. I … I won’t pretend to understand it nor do I really care because whatever you do outside the ring is just that, outside the ring. And of course how could I forget, you’re the customer of Jared Holmes … another guy who’s not even a ran but “an almost ran” because he’s certainly full of “I came close” moments but never quite gets the job done. At least you’ve kind of made it and won a title or two but what have you really done? Not much except be a bigger hanger-on than Jared Holmes.
Eric Price: Even Wade Moor, I honestly don’t care about any of you because I don’t really know you but the fact that you decided to all join Corey Black in Pantheon is enough for me to hate you. I’m going to get to two people who I despise more than life itself. Jayson Price and Zombie McMorris. Zombie McMorris is a cancer on Earth; a guy who ruins any place he steps into and honestly, I can never understand a word you say when you speak because you always reference a honey badger and this week on Twitter, you’ve just been running your mouth with your Pantheon cohorts but you’ve never really been much of anything. You’re like the sludge of the world and you just come and go winning a title or two here and there but then what do you really do except honestly and literally stink up the ring? That’s not what I care about though … I find it hilarious and ironic that the man who used to hate stables is now part of one; in the past you cared not about Pantheon but now all of a sudden, Corey Black and Jayson Price are to be respected because they built the company … THEY built it? I’m sorry, Seth Lerch built this company, all they did was come along for the ride and although they’ve made some nice careers for themselves, it’s the WCF that made them and they should show some respect for this company.
Eric Price: And then of course comes a guy who could never beat me, who could never get out from my shadow until I left and that man of course is Jayson Price. Oh Jayson, once again you and I find each other on opposite sides in a war, you once again hanging on in Pantheon because no one else would care for you. Once again a drunk, beaten loser always a drunk, beaten loser. I would often get infuriated at the fact that folks would somehow think that you and I are related when in reality, you and I couldn’t be more separate if we tried. Admittedly, we do have some commonalities and that is that both you and I have been all about the titles and hellacious matches. Last time you and I faced each other was a few years ago in a great ladder match where I viciously beat you and left you lying in a pool of your own blood as I claimed the US Title from you. This time, there are no titles on the line but I plan on making an example out of you and the rest of your Pantheon cohorts. Jayson, I’ve watched plenty of your departures and “comebacks” and they all end the same, with you as a drunken idiot and this one will be no different. Corey Black will only keep as long as he finds you funny because the second he doesn’t, he’ll be ridding himself of you and I don’t blame him a bit. Sure, I hate him but we can both agree that you serve no other purpose than being comic relief for the WCF and this Sunday, I can’t wait to get in that ring to beat some bloody sense into you and remind you who the only Price that matters in the WCF is … ME!
*Eric smirks at the camera*
Eric Price: This Sunday … tomorrow night, I make my return and my point in that ring against the Pantheon old boys club and this cheap, craptacular incarnation of the group will be done and gone. And then your title shots will all dwindle for a while and you’ll be relegated to where you belong, the dust bin of history. Move on boys, Pantheon is done, long live Team WCF!
*Eric smiles as the scene fades to black*
