Post by Jayson Price on Oct 14, 2018 22:31:08 GMT -5
October 14th, 2018
OZK Arena
Hot Springs, Arkansas
10PM
The scene fades in on the inside of the area set up to be Corey Black's office in the bowels of the OZK Arena, just a night before Slam. As the camera pans around the various trophies, framed photos and Marvel toys that were made for children, we see an office chair turned and facing the other direction. The chair slowly spins around to reveal Corey Black. Wait, no, it's Jayson Price dressed up as Corey Black, complete with wig and ridiculous beard. Price raises his arm to reveal an Iron Man wrist launcher, which he promptly uses to fire a plastic rocket at the camera.
Jayson Price: Pew! Pew!
Cameraman Stu: Rockets don't go 'Pew!', that's lasers.
Jayson Price: Fuck you, Stu. Nobody likes you.
Price tears off the stupid rocket launcher and tosses it to the side.
Cameraman Stu: Tell me again why we're doing this?
Jayson Price: Because people keep fucking saying that I'm the boss around here. Why? Who the fuck knows! I mean if I was actually in charge of WCF don't you think I'd have a year long reign as World Champion, capped off with my induction into the Hall Of Fame? I'd book myself so hard even Kevin Nash would go "Whoa, brother".
Cameraman Stu: Hang on, people think you're in charge? But Corey Black is clearly the owner of WCF!
Jayson Price: Tell that to them!
Price points to the camera, obviously referencing the viewers.
Jayson Price: Out there bitching that I'm not giving them chances. That I'm terrible at making matches. That I'm only out to put myself over. But I've got no power in WCF! Hell, I barely get booked because the actual owner hates me. But still I'm the one getting called out each week.
Cameraman Stu: Well how are we going to fix this situation?
Jayson Price: That's why we're here tonight. Follow me.
Price pushes himself up out of the chair and walks out of the office. He walks down the hallway until he comes to a backstage employee pushing a cart full of equipment.
Jayson Price: Hey! You! Do you know who I am?
Employee: Well yeah, you're Jayson Price. But why are you dressed up like Corey Black?
Jayson Price: People keep talking about me like I'm the guy in charge so I thought I'd dress up like him and walk around backstage here. Maybe see if I could make some of you lackeys do some stupid shit.
Employee: Well that's stupid. We all know you're not the guy in charge. Also, you look nothing like Corey Black so your outfit won't fool anyone.
Jayson Price: Hang on. Would you mind looking into the camera and telling them-
Price points to the camera.
Jayson Price: -exactly that?
Employee: This man is not the Owner of WCF. He looks nothing like the guy that is in charge. Come on people, we all know Corey Black is more handsome than-
The employee is cut off by a stiff right hand.
Jayson Price: Fucking ad-libbers.
The scene ends as Jayson Price the wrestler, totally not the Owner of WCF, walks off.
OZK Arena
Hot Springs, Arkansas
10PM
The scene fades in on the inside of the area set up to be Corey Black's office in the bowels of the OZK Arena, just a night before Slam. As the camera pans around the various trophies, framed photos and Marvel toys that were made for children, we see an office chair turned and facing the other direction. The chair slowly spins around to reveal Corey Black. Wait, no, it's Jayson Price dressed up as Corey Black, complete with wig and ridiculous beard. Price raises his arm to reveal an Iron Man wrist launcher, which he promptly uses to fire a plastic rocket at the camera.
Jayson Price: Pew! Pew!
Cameraman Stu: Rockets don't go 'Pew!', that's lasers.
Jayson Price: Fuck you, Stu. Nobody likes you.
Price tears off the stupid rocket launcher and tosses it to the side.
Cameraman Stu: Tell me again why we're doing this?
Jayson Price: Because people keep fucking saying that I'm the boss around here. Why? Who the fuck knows! I mean if I was actually in charge of WCF don't you think I'd have a year long reign as World Champion, capped off with my induction into the Hall Of Fame? I'd book myself so hard even Kevin Nash would go "Whoa, brother".
Cameraman Stu: Hang on, people think you're in charge? But Corey Black is clearly the owner of WCF!
Jayson Price: Tell that to them!
Price points to the camera, obviously referencing the viewers.
Jayson Price: Out there bitching that I'm not giving them chances. That I'm terrible at making matches. That I'm only out to put myself over. But I've got no power in WCF! Hell, I barely get booked because the actual owner hates me. But still I'm the one getting called out each week.
Cameraman Stu: Well how are we going to fix this situation?
Jayson Price: That's why we're here tonight. Follow me.
Price pushes himself up out of the chair and walks out of the office. He walks down the hallway until he comes to a backstage employee pushing a cart full of equipment.
Jayson Price: Hey! You! Do you know who I am?
Employee: Well yeah, you're Jayson Price. But why are you dressed up like Corey Black?
Jayson Price: People keep talking about me like I'm the guy in charge so I thought I'd dress up like him and walk around backstage here. Maybe see if I could make some of you lackeys do some stupid shit.
Employee: Well that's stupid. We all know you're not the guy in charge. Also, you look nothing like Corey Black so your outfit won't fool anyone.
Jayson Price: Hang on. Would you mind looking into the camera and telling them-
Price points to the camera.
Jayson Price: -exactly that?
Employee: This man is not the Owner of WCF. He looks nothing like the guy that is in charge. Come on people, we all know Corey Black is more handsome than-
The employee is cut off by a stiff right hand.
Jayson Price: Fucking ad-libbers.
The scene ends as Jayson Price the wrestler, totally not the Owner of WCF, walks off.
