Post by Jayson Price on Jan 27, 2019 22:50:15 GMT -5
January 27th, 2019
9pm
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene fades in on a scruffier looking, almost to the point of unkempt, Jayson Price than the one that we last saw at One. 2019 hasn't been too kind on Price, despite not even being a full month into the year. His grand plan to expand his empire with the addition of the Mustache Fortune backfired in a most catastrophic of ways. The reveal that Mama Mustache was playing a game of her own, complete with a secret divorce agreement and a non-existent Fortune that was nothing but a mountain of debt, left Price with nothing. The massive bank account that he'd been building since he debuted in 2009? Empty. Price Tower? Sold off to cover the cost of the divorce and the Mustache debt. All of the toys, all of the furniture and the rest of the prized possessions? Gone. Nearly ten years of amassing the means to live the life of luxury and the fantasy of an early retirement with no responsibilities gone because of a single bad decision.
Now, three weeks after everything that went down at One, here sits the Price that's left. Forced to live in a small, mostly bare apartment, forced to restart at 32 years old so that he can have a future. And with all of that you'd expect him to be sitting in a chair with a shotgun barrel in his mouth. But instead he's just sitting calmly, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as he strokes his beard.
Jayson Price: I bet a lot of you didn't expect to see me wrestling again so soon. I know, One was a rough as fuck night, what with losing to Rabid, and then losing to Seth and of course the...Mustache incident. But for anyone who thought I was just going to give up and walk away, I gotta ask, do you not know me at all? For christ's sake people, I'm still Jayson fucking Price. I'm consistently at my best when it seems like I've reached my lowest. I thrive on being an afterthought to you people. You count me out and I come back every fucking time just to prove you wrong. I broke my fucking neck in 2010 and was told to retire and I'm still here 9 years later. Jonny Fly was an unstoppable monster with a stranglehold on the World Title and everyone said that I was going to be another Fly Jobber, so I went out and took his World Title. You want me to stop re-living things from a decade ago? Just this past December I had everyone telling me that it was time to retire and walk away because I was a shell of myself. So I went out and pinned Odin Balfore to show all of you that I was far from finished. Yeah, One was rough. But I refuse to let anyone write my ending for me and the way I see it I'm only 32 years old so I've got plenty of time left in this business.
Price pauses to swish the whiskey around in his glass as he stares out at the moon through the small window across from him. He then takes a sip before continuing.
Jayson Price: Rebuilding my life at this time in my career is something that I never anticipated having to do, but the fact is that it's something that I needed, whether I want to admit it or not. The fact is that I had become complacent and it was affecting my career. Too many times I was relying on stupid shit like time travel or zany adventures to Mexico or whatever other rich person bullshit I could think up to take up my time. I stopped being the Jayson Price that won two World Title and more matches than anyone not named Corey Black or Logan. I was no longer the vicious and calculating Price that would do anything to win a match. The Price that would stomp on the back of a person's neck until it broke just to win a match. Instead I was a lazy, unfocused, drunken bastard that rode high on my accomplishments and didn't try anymore. Yeah, I pulled it together whenever I heard someone spouting off at the mouth about where I was at in my career. But that was my problem, I only gave a fuck when I got angry. No, I need to be the old me that was always angry and always gave a fuck. So for helping me see that, I do have to thank Mama Mustache for what she did. She ruined the life that I built but she opened my eyes and now I see clearer than I have in a long time. People have been telling me for a while now that I wasn't the same Price that I used to be, that I was a 'shell of my former self', but something tells me that everyone is going to wish that I was still that guy. You new guys today, I know for a fact that none of you are the type to do your homework. You judge me solely off of what you've seen, but I've been doing this for a long time. I've faced many, many opponents. In fact I've faced people that are doing what you're doing but better, but that's a different speech for a different day.
Price pauses to take another sip, a slight smirk on his face.
Jayson Price: Now all of that brings me to where I am right now, as I sit here alone with nothing but my thoughts and my drink. Like I said, it's time to rebuild. Not to become what I was when I had the Tower and the toys and the money, but what I was when I was that guy that thwarted Jonny Fly or found a way to return from a broken neck after two months. The guy that all of you like to remind me that I no longer am. I need to get back to the top of WCF and show everyone that WCF still has a star worth the spotlight and knock people like Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards from the pedestals that they've been allowed to build themselves due to the lack of competition at the top. And that starts with the Tag League. Oh how I wish there was a way back to the top that didn't involve putting my trust into a randomly drawn partner. No offense to Vincent, we've talked and he at least seems like a smart enough guy to recognize the golden ticket he's been handed by being my partner, but I'm not like everyone that's going to come out and say how badly they want to win. The face is, I need this win. WAR is 9 months away and Corey Black won't give me a chance no matter how many of you fuckers I destroy, so this Tag League is my way into a World Title Match. And Corey knows that if I do get a shot at the champion, no matter who it is, I can beat them one on one. You people might scoff at such an idea, but I've only had 2 shots one on one with World Champions and I've got a 100% success rate, check the record books if you don't believe me. So I NEED this more than any of you in this tournament and I don't care who I have to wreck on my way to it. Which brings me to this week...
Price trails off as he raises his glass and finishes off the rest of his drink. He sets down the glass and props up his feet on the table in front of him. The smirk returns to his face as he continues.
Jayson Price: You seem to have a real misunderstanding of the word 'clairvoyance', Edwina. Because someone that can see things so clearly and have such deep understanding of things that others can't would be smart enough to watch who's name comes out of their mouth. What, you think that I don't pay attention to the ramblings and musings of all of you new little cretins scurrying about the undercard? You've always been smart enough not to come right out and string together enough of a shoot to get a response out of me, but you were stupid to think you could take little pot shots at me in the middle of your and Estrella's live streams and I wouldn't find out. I don't understand why you people think that you've got enough credibility to take shots at me or my career. You think that my 2018 was enough of a down year that I'm on your level suddenly? Bitch please. My worst year in WCF is still better than half of this new roster could dream of. What you think trading the tag titles with the Monstimals and the VBS all year earned you a damn thing? Congratulations, you managed to stay at or near the top of WCF's weakest division for the majority of the year. A division, that for the most part, was all of three teams. For fucks sake, there's a reason why Corey Black decided to 86 those belts and we have teams like yours to blame. Actually wait, I think I have something for this...
Price reaches down beside where he's sitting and pulls up a picture. He turns it toward the camera to reveal it's of the WCF Tag Team Titles, which he promptly rips in half.
Jayson Price: There, I know how much you kids today love your visual aids.
Price tosses the two halves to the side and out of the shot.
Jayson Price: But now, all the cute little pot shots on YouTube aside, here we are. I'm sure when the announcement came out about the Tag League you were just so sure that you and Estrella were going to run through the competition. I mean you were tag team champions after all! This is going to be easy for you, right? Wrong. Sorry not sorry.
VBS are gone. Monstimals decided to break up the band. The only remnants of the shit show that was the tag division to end 2018 are you two and the Jazzy and Draven mash-up. And this tag league is going to make just how bad the division was in 2018 as all of the other teams, teams that were put together through a fucking lottery just a few days ago, spend the next three weeks beating the fuck out of you two teams. But let's not get ahead of ourselves and start talking about the next few weeks, we have this match this week to talk all about.
Like I said, I'm sure when this Tag League got announced you and Estrella got your panties all wet thinking about how it was your ticket to bigger and better things. You'd had your taste of Tag Team gold. You saw Kennedy Matthews doing her thing with the Hardcore Title. Now it was finally going to be your time to earn that chance at singles gold. You had it all planned out. But while you were busy planning out your little celebration you chose to ignore the names that were being announced for the lottery. You knew Jazzy and Draven were going to be in it and you knew you could beat them, so you figured that the rest of the field was going to be as much of a cakewalk.
Price winces as he feigns concern.
Jayson Price: Not very 'clairvoyant' of you darling.
If you truly and honestly believed coming into the start of this tournament that you and Estrella were going to walk straight to the end and be crowned the winners, then you are in for the rudest of awakening the very first week. It's really, really easy to stare into a webcam and speak my name, but when I lift you up to spike your skull into the mat, I fully expect to hear you apologizing through tears just before I end the match and your ridiculous fantasy of pulling yourself out of the bottom of the card. I am coming into this match with the obvious goal of winning and putting points on the board en route to getting to the finals. But I'm also coming into this match with the goal of making a point. A point to you, a point to Estrella, a point to the rest of the roster and all of the fans watching:
I'm. Not. Done. Yet.
All the fucking talk that my career is over and that I'm washed up is nothing more than talk. 2018 sucked for me, sure. But I pinned Odin, I pinned Richards and, if it wasn't for a Rabid screwjob, I would have pinned Bonnie too. Nearly beating three-fourths of the One main event and people still wanna say that I don't have it anymore? That's cute. Most of you little fuckers still haven't even managed to get 'it', so what makes you think you've got any credibility when you try to speak ill of my career? But I guess when we're living in an era where anyone with a camera and a YouTube account can call themselves and Internet star, that's the kind of shit that's to be expected. I just wonder how big your mouth is going to be now that you know I'll be listening for sure. Taking pot shots at me when you're running down some other schmuck that you're going to face in the tag division, you probably felt safe. Even if I did hear about it, it was just some innocent little comment, right? But now I'm the one that's going to be in the ring with you, so how much shit are you really going to talk?
Price leaves the question unanswered for a moment as he grabs the nearby bottle of whiskey and pours himself another glass. As he finishes pouring and picks up the drink, he picks up where he left off.
Jayson Price: Probably an absolute fuck ton, what am I thinking? That's what you little children do today, you run your mouths non-stop but don't spend a second using even a single muscle in your brains. You don't give a second thought to the consequences of mouthing off about the wrong person because up until now you haven't had to face anyone of real worth that would put your ass in it's place. Well, ladies, prepare for an assault that's probably going to start up another fucking movement because Jayson Price is not the one you want to fuck with.
I'm sure you're both going to be real cute, crack a few jokes about how I lost a bunch in 2018, talk some shit about the Mama Mustache marriage and then sprinkle on a few comments about how I'm 'old' and 'washed-up'. Hey, what do you know, I just used a little 'clairvoyance' of my own to spoil what your next live stream is going to be all about. Shit, better make sure you're showing off more cleavage than you already do because now you're going to have less content than normal and you ain't got shit else to offer your 'fans'. And that's the real fucking truth for the both of you. With the tag titles gone, what do either of you actually have to offer anyone except to be the jerk off fantasies for some pimple faced smarks in their mother's basements? Noble, Bonnie and, even to an extent, Kennedy are finally raising the bar for women in WCF again and you two are about to set it back to below sea level because neither of you are good enough to be anything but card filler on your own.
And before you jump up and start calling a foul because you think I'm being a chauvinistic pig that's putting you down because you're women, I want to make things extremely clear. This has nothing to do with the fact that you're women, but it has everything to do with the fact that you are out of your league. And I mean that literally. You had success in the tag team division because there wasn't a division. This company was running with Tag Team Titles despite there only being 3 teams for the majority of the year, and at some points it was only 2 teams! I know I keep harping on that point but it needs to be repeated and repeated and repeated because when this tournament is over and you two haven't managed a single victory, the inevitable question will come up 'What happened?'. And when that does, all I'll have to do is point to that very statement and say 'I fucking told you.'. Saying that you two have a chance in this tournament because you held the Tag Titles is nothing short of retarded and shows that you don't understand reality. But you will because I will make you understand. You are but the first step on my way back to the top and I will not be stopped by you or anyone else in this tournament because there isn't a single soul that wants it more than me. I can fucking guarantee you that.
But hey, you still got your YouTube channel to fall back on, right?
The scene fades out to black as Price raises his drink in a mock toast.
9pm
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene fades in on a scruffier looking, almost to the point of unkempt, Jayson Price than the one that we last saw at One. 2019 hasn't been too kind on Price, despite not even being a full month into the year. His grand plan to expand his empire with the addition of the Mustache Fortune backfired in a most catastrophic of ways. The reveal that Mama Mustache was playing a game of her own, complete with a secret divorce agreement and a non-existent Fortune that was nothing but a mountain of debt, left Price with nothing. The massive bank account that he'd been building since he debuted in 2009? Empty. Price Tower? Sold off to cover the cost of the divorce and the Mustache debt. All of the toys, all of the furniture and the rest of the prized possessions? Gone. Nearly ten years of amassing the means to live the life of luxury and the fantasy of an early retirement with no responsibilities gone because of a single bad decision.
Now, three weeks after everything that went down at One, here sits the Price that's left. Forced to live in a small, mostly bare apartment, forced to restart at 32 years old so that he can have a future. And with all of that you'd expect him to be sitting in a chair with a shotgun barrel in his mouth. But instead he's just sitting calmly, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as he strokes his beard.
Jayson Price: I bet a lot of you didn't expect to see me wrestling again so soon. I know, One was a rough as fuck night, what with losing to Rabid, and then losing to Seth and of course the...Mustache incident. But for anyone who thought I was just going to give up and walk away, I gotta ask, do you not know me at all? For christ's sake people, I'm still Jayson fucking Price. I'm consistently at my best when it seems like I've reached my lowest. I thrive on being an afterthought to you people. You count me out and I come back every fucking time just to prove you wrong. I broke my fucking neck in 2010 and was told to retire and I'm still here 9 years later. Jonny Fly was an unstoppable monster with a stranglehold on the World Title and everyone said that I was going to be another Fly Jobber, so I went out and took his World Title. You want me to stop re-living things from a decade ago? Just this past December I had everyone telling me that it was time to retire and walk away because I was a shell of myself. So I went out and pinned Odin Balfore to show all of you that I was far from finished. Yeah, One was rough. But I refuse to let anyone write my ending for me and the way I see it I'm only 32 years old so I've got plenty of time left in this business.
Price pauses to swish the whiskey around in his glass as he stares out at the moon through the small window across from him. He then takes a sip before continuing.
Jayson Price: Rebuilding my life at this time in my career is something that I never anticipated having to do, but the fact is that it's something that I needed, whether I want to admit it or not. The fact is that I had become complacent and it was affecting my career. Too many times I was relying on stupid shit like time travel or zany adventures to Mexico or whatever other rich person bullshit I could think up to take up my time. I stopped being the Jayson Price that won two World Title and more matches than anyone not named Corey Black or Logan. I was no longer the vicious and calculating Price that would do anything to win a match. The Price that would stomp on the back of a person's neck until it broke just to win a match. Instead I was a lazy, unfocused, drunken bastard that rode high on my accomplishments and didn't try anymore. Yeah, I pulled it together whenever I heard someone spouting off at the mouth about where I was at in my career. But that was my problem, I only gave a fuck when I got angry. No, I need to be the old me that was always angry and always gave a fuck. So for helping me see that, I do have to thank Mama Mustache for what she did. She ruined the life that I built but she opened my eyes and now I see clearer than I have in a long time. People have been telling me for a while now that I wasn't the same Price that I used to be, that I was a 'shell of my former self', but something tells me that everyone is going to wish that I was still that guy. You new guys today, I know for a fact that none of you are the type to do your homework. You judge me solely off of what you've seen, but I've been doing this for a long time. I've faced many, many opponents. In fact I've faced people that are doing what you're doing but better, but that's a different speech for a different day.
Price pauses to take another sip, a slight smirk on his face.
Jayson Price: Now all of that brings me to where I am right now, as I sit here alone with nothing but my thoughts and my drink. Like I said, it's time to rebuild. Not to become what I was when I had the Tower and the toys and the money, but what I was when I was that guy that thwarted Jonny Fly or found a way to return from a broken neck after two months. The guy that all of you like to remind me that I no longer am. I need to get back to the top of WCF and show everyone that WCF still has a star worth the spotlight and knock people like Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards from the pedestals that they've been allowed to build themselves due to the lack of competition at the top. And that starts with the Tag League. Oh how I wish there was a way back to the top that didn't involve putting my trust into a randomly drawn partner. No offense to Vincent, we've talked and he at least seems like a smart enough guy to recognize the golden ticket he's been handed by being my partner, but I'm not like everyone that's going to come out and say how badly they want to win. The face is, I need this win. WAR is 9 months away and Corey Black won't give me a chance no matter how many of you fuckers I destroy, so this Tag League is my way into a World Title Match. And Corey knows that if I do get a shot at the champion, no matter who it is, I can beat them one on one. You people might scoff at such an idea, but I've only had 2 shots one on one with World Champions and I've got a 100% success rate, check the record books if you don't believe me. So I NEED this more than any of you in this tournament and I don't care who I have to wreck on my way to it. Which brings me to this week...
Price trails off as he raises his glass and finishes off the rest of his drink. He sets down the glass and props up his feet on the table in front of him. The smirk returns to his face as he continues.
Jayson Price: You seem to have a real misunderstanding of the word 'clairvoyance', Edwina. Because someone that can see things so clearly and have such deep understanding of things that others can't would be smart enough to watch who's name comes out of their mouth. What, you think that I don't pay attention to the ramblings and musings of all of you new little cretins scurrying about the undercard? You've always been smart enough not to come right out and string together enough of a shoot to get a response out of me, but you were stupid to think you could take little pot shots at me in the middle of your and Estrella's live streams and I wouldn't find out. I don't understand why you people think that you've got enough credibility to take shots at me or my career. You think that my 2018 was enough of a down year that I'm on your level suddenly? Bitch please. My worst year in WCF is still better than half of this new roster could dream of. What you think trading the tag titles with the Monstimals and the VBS all year earned you a damn thing? Congratulations, you managed to stay at or near the top of WCF's weakest division for the majority of the year. A division, that for the most part, was all of three teams. For fucks sake, there's a reason why Corey Black decided to 86 those belts and we have teams like yours to blame. Actually wait, I think I have something for this...
Price reaches down beside where he's sitting and pulls up a picture. He turns it toward the camera to reveal it's of the WCF Tag Team Titles, which he promptly rips in half.
Jayson Price: There, I know how much you kids today love your visual aids.
Price tosses the two halves to the side and out of the shot.
Jayson Price: But now, all the cute little pot shots on YouTube aside, here we are. I'm sure when the announcement came out about the Tag League you were just so sure that you and Estrella were going to run through the competition. I mean you were tag team champions after all! This is going to be easy for you, right? Wrong. Sorry not sorry.
VBS are gone. Monstimals decided to break up the band. The only remnants of the shit show that was the tag division to end 2018 are you two and the Jazzy and Draven mash-up. And this tag league is going to make just how bad the division was in 2018 as all of the other teams, teams that were put together through a fucking lottery just a few days ago, spend the next three weeks beating the fuck out of you two teams. But let's not get ahead of ourselves and start talking about the next few weeks, we have this match this week to talk all about.
Like I said, I'm sure when this Tag League got announced you and Estrella got your panties all wet thinking about how it was your ticket to bigger and better things. You'd had your taste of Tag Team gold. You saw Kennedy Matthews doing her thing with the Hardcore Title. Now it was finally going to be your time to earn that chance at singles gold. You had it all planned out. But while you were busy planning out your little celebration you chose to ignore the names that were being announced for the lottery. You knew Jazzy and Draven were going to be in it and you knew you could beat them, so you figured that the rest of the field was going to be as much of a cakewalk.
Price winces as he feigns concern.
Jayson Price: Not very 'clairvoyant' of you darling.
If you truly and honestly believed coming into the start of this tournament that you and Estrella were going to walk straight to the end and be crowned the winners, then you are in for the rudest of awakening the very first week. It's really, really easy to stare into a webcam and speak my name, but when I lift you up to spike your skull into the mat, I fully expect to hear you apologizing through tears just before I end the match and your ridiculous fantasy of pulling yourself out of the bottom of the card. I am coming into this match with the obvious goal of winning and putting points on the board en route to getting to the finals. But I'm also coming into this match with the goal of making a point. A point to you, a point to Estrella, a point to the rest of the roster and all of the fans watching:
I'm. Not. Done. Yet.
All the fucking talk that my career is over and that I'm washed up is nothing more than talk. 2018 sucked for me, sure. But I pinned Odin, I pinned Richards and, if it wasn't for a Rabid screwjob, I would have pinned Bonnie too. Nearly beating three-fourths of the One main event and people still wanna say that I don't have it anymore? That's cute. Most of you little fuckers still haven't even managed to get 'it', so what makes you think you've got any credibility when you try to speak ill of my career? But I guess when we're living in an era where anyone with a camera and a YouTube account can call themselves and Internet star, that's the kind of shit that's to be expected. I just wonder how big your mouth is going to be now that you know I'll be listening for sure. Taking pot shots at me when you're running down some other schmuck that you're going to face in the tag division, you probably felt safe. Even if I did hear about it, it was just some innocent little comment, right? But now I'm the one that's going to be in the ring with you, so how much shit are you really going to talk?
Price leaves the question unanswered for a moment as he grabs the nearby bottle of whiskey and pours himself another glass. As he finishes pouring and picks up the drink, he picks up where he left off.
Jayson Price: Probably an absolute fuck ton, what am I thinking? That's what you little children do today, you run your mouths non-stop but don't spend a second using even a single muscle in your brains. You don't give a second thought to the consequences of mouthing off about the wrong person because up until now you haven't had to face anyone of real worth that would put your ass in it's place. Well, ladies, prepare for an assault that's probably going to start up another fucking movement because Jayson Price is not the one you want to fuck with.
I'm sure you're both going to be real cute, crack a few jokes about how I lost a bunch in 2018, talk some shit about the Mama Mustache marriage and then sprinkle on a few comments about how I'm 'old' and 'washed-up'. Hey, what do you know, I just used a little 'clairvoyance' of my own to spoil what your next live stream is going to be all about. Shit, better make sure you're showing off more cleavage than you already do because now you're going to have less content than normal and you ain't got shit else to offer your 'fans'. And that's the real fucking truth for the both of you. With the tag titles gone, what do either of you actually have to offer anyone except to be the jerk off fantasies for some pimple faced smarks in their mother's basements? Noble, Bonnie and, even to an extent, Kennedy are finally raising the bar for women in WCF again and you two are about to set it back to below sea level because neither of you are good enough to be anything but card filler on your own.
And before you jump up and start calling a foul because you think I'm being a chauvinistic pig that's putting you down because you're women, I want to make things extremely clear. This has nothing to do with the fact that you're women, but it has everything to do with the fact that you are out of your league. And I mean that literally. You had success in the tag team division because there wasn't a division. This company was running with Tag Team Titles despite there only being 3 teams for the majority of the year, and at some points it was only 2 teams! I know I keep harping on that point but it needs to be repeated and repeated and repeated because when this tournament is over and you two haven't managed a single victory, the inevitable question will come up 'What happened?'. And when that does, all I'll have to do is point to that very statement and say 'I fucking told you.'. Saying that you two have a chance in this tournament because you held the Tag Titles is nothing short of retarded and shows that you don't understand reality. But you will because I will make you understand. You are but the first step on my way back to the top and I will not be stopped by you or anyone else in this tournament because there isn't a single soul that wants it more than me. I can fucking guarantee you that.
But hey, you still got your YouTube channel to fall back on, right?
The scene fades out to black as Price raises his drink in a mock toast.
