Post by Jayson Price on Feb 3, 2019 23:23:24 GMT -5
February 2nd, 2019
11:00pm
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
The scene fades in on the moonlight reflecting off the frigid, tumultuous waves of the ocean as the polar vortex has even managed to dip as low as South Carolina. From behind the glass of the doors in his modest hotel room, Jayson Price gazes out at the empty beach, sipping from a glass of whiskey as he stares up at the moon, enjoying the peace and solitude. The room is dark, save for the soft orange glow of the faux fireplace. Last week was the first step in rebuilding his standing in the WCF after the disaster that was 2018. While most wouldn't view a victory over the likes of Edwina Lockheart and Estrella Luiz to be notable, for Price it was a statement that he wasn't going to lie down in this Tag League, despite the odds stacked in his teams favor. The vicious, quick win was even better than what Price had hoped for as it showed the world that he hadn't lost a step, that he was still as capable as ever of delivering on his word. He told Edwina and Estrella that they were out of their league and he proved it, needing only two moves to put down Edwina before allowing Augustine to submit her. It was over before the fans could even sit down after standing for the entrances. Would every match in this tournament be so easy? Probably not. But it sure as hell was enough to get some people's attention.
Now, less than a week later as the fans excitement build over what to expect in the second group of matches, the scene outside of Price's window is a perfect representation of everything that he's going through. The violence of the ocean, the rough waters being churned by the icey winds, combined with the silence and emptiness of the beach, perfectly mirror the duality of conflict and peace within the man most had written off. Constantly fighting a never-ending battle with himself that spilled over into his career, exposing the world to his demons and his torment, Price has finally reached the point where he's begun to question whether he should keep fighting to hold back the worst parts of him. The last time he gave in he literally felt himself being split into two as he spent months living as a split personality, one half always trying to kill the other. Many laughed and called it a schtick, but it was far from another crazy gimmick, it was a frightening look into the horrors within him. Now, with the world questioning his worth and his future, and with Price himself feeling as though he's reached his breaking point in terms of losing, he sips his drink and focuses on his reflection in the glass. The flickering light of the fireplace behind him distorts the image briefly, flashing an almost demonic face. Price lowers the glass, a bit of a smile on his face.
Jayson Price: Hello old friend.
The scene fades out to black as the flickering ceases, returning Price's normal reflection, and he continues to sip on his drink while staring out at the ocean.
February 3rd, 2019
12:30pm
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
The scene fades in once again on Jayson Price, this time as he sits in a chair looking rather uncomfortable as a stage hand attaches microphone to his shirt. After struggling with it for a few seconds, an annoyed Price shoves the worker out of the way and does it himself.
Jayson Price: Where the fuck do they find these incompetent monkeys?
As Price smooths out his shirt and dusts himself off, we can see Hank Brown walking into the scene from the side.
Hank Brown: Been a long time Jayson. Nice to see you haven't gotten any better at playing well with others.
Jayson Price: What are you talking about? I always played extremely nice with you.
Hank Brown: I think we have different definitions of the word 'nice'. Do we really need to talk about the time in Mexico with the drug lord? For christ's sake I nearly died.
Jayson Price: True, but I did come back for you. Pretty darn nice of me if I would say so myself.
Hank Brown: Nice would have been not ditching me to get high with the guy's wife, but I doubt we're going to get anywhere rehashing the past so what's say we move on?
Jayson Price: Thank god, I thought you were going to try and force me into having some kind of Dr. Phil therapy moment.
Hank Brown: Ha...ha ha. Well that's certainly not what we're doing at all. That would be silly.
Jayson Price: Hank why are you suddenly so sweaty?
Hank Brown: No reason! It's, uh, these lights. Man are they bright or is it just me? It's me right?
A sweaty and nervous Hank begins pulling at his tie, trying to loosen it a bit.
Jayson Price: I mean they're a little bright but they aren't that bad. Jesus, you look like somebody turned on a faucet over your head. Are you all right?
Hank Brown: Fine! I'm fine! Just a little warm from these damn lights. Can somebody get me a towel?
Another stage hand runs into the scene with a towel in hand for Hank, who begins wiping off his face and head. The man starts to run off when Price notices something and stops him.
Jayson Price: Hang on. You're not one of the normal lackeys that we use for these sit down interviews, you look far too camera ready. And that's not a WCF cameraman! What the fuck is going on here?!
Hank Brown: Going on? Nothing! Nothings going on! We just, uh, made some changes behind the scenes when Corey Black took over as owner.
Jayson Price: No, no, something is up here. I can feel it. And I can smell it. Jesus Hank, why does your sweat smell like salami and failure?
Hank Brown: Ha! Good one!
Voice: That was certainly not a good one. In fact, it was quite rude if I may say so myself.
Jayson Price: That voice...I know that voice. What the hell is this?
The camera pans off to the side as Dr. Phil McGraw walks into the scene from out of the shadows where he's been standing and watching. Price looks back and forth between Dr. Phil and Hank.
Jayson Price: Oh you son of a bitch! You were trying to force me into a moment!
Dr. Phil: Now Jayson, please, don't be so angry with Hank. When he called to tell me about his and your issues, I knew I had to come up and help as quickly as I could. Friends should never argue or be as hostile toward each other as you are.
Hank Brown: I'm never hostile towards him!
Jayson Price: I'm sorry, did you call us friends?
Dr. Phil: Gentlemen, please. Hank why don't you sit here and let's see if we can't fix things between you and Jayson?
Hank Brown: There isn't a damn thing to fix with me, it's all this assholes fault!
Jayson Price: Hank I'm going to fucking kill you for doing this to me.
Dr. Phil: Now, now, now, there's no need to threaten this poor man, Jayson. Please, apologize for saying such a hurtful thing to him.
Jayson Price: Nah, I'm good.
Dr. Phil: Jayson.
Jayson Price: Phil.
Dr. Phil: All right, I can see I'm going to have my work cut out for me today. But that's all right, I've cracked tough nuts before and I do like a challenge. Now Jayson, why don't you tell me why you're so angry.
Jayson Price: I'll tell you that as soon as you tell me what Oprah's ass smells like.
Dr. Phil: Well now that was uncalled for, Jayson. I'm trying to open up the lines of communication with you so that I can begin to understand you and then attempt to reconcile things between you and Hank.
Jayson Price: Caviar and hundred dollar bills, right? Always been my guess.
Hank Brown: You see the kind of shit that I have to put up with, Phil? He takes nothing seriously, he's constantly belittling me and some of the things he says are downright offensive!
Dr. Phil: First of all, Hank, I'm going to need you to remember to call me Dr. Phil, I'm not your amigo. And secondly, please wait your turn to talk, I'm communicating with Jayson right now.
Jayson Price: Yeah Hank, shut the fuck up.
Dr. Phil: However, I do agree with something that I heard Hank say. You do seem to not take things seriously and your anger issues are quite evident. Let me help you, talk to me, it's why I'm here.
Jayson Price: All right, you want me to open up? You want to know why I'm angry all the time? Where the fuck would you like to start, Doc? My childhood? Sure. My mother was a whore that spent more time on her back or shooting up then she did with me and I haven't a fucking clue what happened to my deadbeat father. Want to come up a little more recent? How about the fact that I've had my neck broken on two separate occassions? Or that I've been superkicked into a coma? Or that I went from one owner that despised me and held me back to now having an owner that was one of the assholes that put me in that coma...and is also holding me back? OR we can get really recent and talk about the fact that I've got an entire world that thinks that I'm a washed up has been who should be retired?
Dr Phil: Those are all excellent points, but why don't we talk about what's really behind all of this anger?
Jayson Price: I...I literally just gave you everything behind it.
Dr. Phil: Jayson, let's talk about your alcohol and drug problems.
Jayson Price: The only problem that I have is that I don't have either to help me get through this bullshit. I just told you why I have anger issues, hell you would be angry if you had to deal with even a fraction of the shit that I deal with on a daily basis. If you're looking for some more deeply rooted issue inside of my head you're going to come up empty, I'm simply not that complicated a person.
Dr. Phil: Coming from a man that once painted half of his face and spent months convincing people that he was two different personalities while self harming. Pardon my language, but I call horse shit on that, Sir.
Jayson Price: I was suffering some effects from my umpteenth concussion, I don't know what else to tell you. People should be glad I was just hurting myself and not going full Benoit.
Dr. Phil: You're holding back, I can feel it. You need to let loose and share with me. You'll feel better once you do.
Jayson Price: You know what, you're right. But first, I need some water.
Price stands up from his chair, smooths off his clothes and then promptly turns and superkicks Dr. Phil backward out of his chair. Hank jumps up out of his chair to help him but ends up eating a superkick as well. Price walks over to a nearby table, grabs a bottle of water and then walks back over to his chair before taking a seat.
Jayson Price: You were absolutely right, I feel like this giant weight just came off of my chest as soon as I decided to let loose and share that with you. Thank you, Dr. Phil. And thank you too, Hank, for putting this little meeting together.
There's a small groan from one of the two as they're laid out.
Jayson Price: But now that I've opened up the proverbial emotional flood gates, I feel like I really need to open up and address some things that are making me angry. Or, as Peter Griffin would say, the things that are really grinding my gears. I brought this up last week in regards to Estrella Luiz and Edwina Lockheart, but looking at the turnover in this company's roster, it's quite hilarious to still read all of the tweets and hear all of the interviews where my name gets dragged through the mud like I'm not the guy that's won more titles than most of these people have won matches. For fucks sake, I've had longer title reigns that some of these children have had careers, but they're talking like they have name value and I'm just some washed up old fuck that doesn't belong anymore. Yeah, well, I'm still here and at last check Edwina and Estrella suddenly decided that they didn't wanna sign new deals. Coincidence that it came after they got beaten in 20 seconds by a 'has been'? Maybe. But like I said last week, and I'll say it again, at least you got your cute little Youtube channel to fall back on.
Price pauses to take a drink of water.
Jayson Price: What else is on my mind? Tag Tournament? Fuck, sure, let's talk about that. Roy Speede is on my horizon and I've been waiting a long time to knock that little fuckwad around again. Of course, what I'm not looking forward to is him rehashing the same insults he's been using since he was a rookie in the Dub. 'LOL 16 DAYS!'. 'LOL WHAT A LOSER!'. 'LOL YOU SHOULD QUIT'. Mark my words, somebody get this shit on record, a week from now when it's going to be Roy Speede and John Rabid versus Jayson Price and Vincent Augustine, Roy Speede is going to spend a good ten to fifteen minutes using those same jokes over and over again, because that little shit stain doesn't have an original thought in his brain. And I don't give a fuck if he jumped ship to Action Wrestling and won himself a World Title, hey that's great for him, but the fact is that he could never get the job done when it mattered against REAL competition, not against the other rejects that couldn't get it done in the Dub. And as for John Rabid...you got me at One. But now let's see how you do when you're the one that's got a worthless sidekick dragging on your coattails.
Price again pauses to drink some of his water.
Jayson Price: But hot damn am I ever getting ahead of myself, over here talking about next week when tomorrow night I've got a match. And oh boy what a match it is, eh Hank?
There's a faint whisper from Hank, it can barely be made out but it sure sounds like 'fuck you'.
Jayson Price: I don't know a fucking thing about Jaice Wilds and something tells me once I get past this match, I still won't have any reason to know a thing about him. But Michael X...I know you. I know you very well. And the reason I know you so well is that for a while I kept my eye on you because I thought you were going to be something very special. And you reached that point! You won the US Title, the Hardcore Title, hell you even climbed the mountain and won yourself the World Title finally in the Ultimate Showdown Match. And then you fucking disappeared. Poof. Had us all thinking that Thanos got you with his snap.
What happened, Mikey? The pressure of being 'the man' catch up with you after all that scratching and clawing to get there? You were on such a rise through the ranks, you had your big moment and got in the spotlight in one of the grandest of fashions, just like so many people thought you would. Then you got your ass murked by Odin and just seemed to go away for a while. Now, here you are, in this Tag League and stuck with a shit partner in Wilds, getting beat by the likes of Speede and Rabid. Christ X, if you lose this week are you going to Houdini us again? I mean, I wouldn't blame if you did, but maybe this time stay away because it seems like you already blew your load.
Price downs the rest of his water and then tosses the empty bottle off to the side.
Jayson Price: But if you do decide to stick around a bit longer, might I suggest you switch up your little schtick? Seriously, the psychotic, dark, twisted bullshit...you just can't pull it off the way that I do Mikey. I mean I'll give you a B for the effort but the eXecution you'll have to settle with an F because, homie, you think I'm going to take your ass seriously when you spent so much time riding the dick of Stephen Singh? My god man, I've spent my fair share of time as part of tag teams and stables. But I spent my time following the lead of men like Corey Black. And I hated the bastard, but Torture had the kind of legacy that got his people damn near anything that they wanted. We're talking about two Hall Of Famers, and that's not even including the list of future Hall Of Famers I've been teamed up with. But you went and decided to follow the lead of Stephen Singh and where did that lead you? Tag Team Of The Year? That's cute. I'm sure that's just what you guys all had planned when you formed up. Hardcore Champion of the Year? Well that's a step up I suppose. But how much did it burn when you found out that, not only did the locker room forget about your month as World Champion, but so did the fans. Not even a single vote when it came time for World Champion Of The Year. Fuck man, even Adam Young got a vote. But there you were, nobody even giving you a pity vote, tied up with your pal Stephen Singh and Bonnie Blue. Such elite company.
Have I struck a nerve yet? I really hope I have, because I want to face the Michael X that everyone thinks that you are. I don't want to face the guy that got to the top, had a taste of being 'the man' then decided that it was too hard so he left. I want to face the best version of you so that when I beat you, there isn't going to be a single shred of doubt from anyone that I'm better than you. You think that this Tag League is your shot at redemption, that it's your way back to the top spot that you couldn't handle. You think that the world owes you something because you've gotten gassed up everyone else who thinks you're some second coming and that you're going to just walk in and take it.
Get the fuck out of here with all that shit. This isn't your tale of redemption. This isn't some story that's going to be part of some book about WCF written in the future. At best this match and this tournament are going to be nothing but a small footnote in regards to your place. I am the one that is finally going to seek the redemption that I seek. I signed up for this League for the sole purpose of beating guys like you. Guys that everyone says are better than me. It's going to start with you, it's going to continue with Speede and Rabid and then it's going to end with Odin and Richards. The prize at the end? Being able to pick the match I want at the next Pay Per View? The one thing that all of you are fighting so hard for is nothing but a consolation prize for me. You all want to win so you can put yourself into a World Title Match because, for the majority of you, it's the only way you'll ever get that kind of match. But me, I could care less where I'm at on the next Pay Per View card, I've managed to reach the point where I don't NEED a World Title to matter, unlike the rest of you. But what I do want is to be standing at the end of this League, having run through the so called 'best', looking everyone in the eye and daring them to tell me I've lost it.
Michael I'm telling you now, you only think that you want this more than me. You only think that you need it more than me. But I'm sitting here and I'm telling you that you don't. I do not care how much your heart and your mind are invested in the outcome of all of this. I do not care if you have a mental breakdown, go on a psychotic spree and sacrifice some goats or whatever the fuck it is that you do. But you are not taking this from me. I will superkick and knee your face and skull until it's as flat as the mat itself to win this match. And if I have to do more than that to win, then I will. How far will I go? That's a question you really don't want to know the answer to.
See you're living this schtick of yours right now like it's who you really are, but it's not. It's who I really am. The life I have lived is the reason that I am the man that I am and the reason why I do the things that I do. You talk a really big game about being able to do whatever it takes to win but I bet every last dollar that I have left that you'd hesitate where I'd finish the job. And you want to know why? Because you've already proven to me that you can't handle the shit that you say you want. You talk and you talk and you talk about being some kind of monster that lives in people's nightmares. Bitch, I was the Nightmare before you even had a job in this company. And you think that I'm going to be afraid of you? That you can intimidate me with a death stare and some dark lights? Oh Mikey, no. Just no. Everything that you're doing, I've done. The only difference is that I did it better and a hell of a lot more successfully, whereas you managed to have a World Title reign that got outshined by Adam Young AND rode the coat tails of an even weaker World Champion to Tag Team Of The Year in a year in which the competition was about as weak as Action Wrestling. But hey, you're still better than me, right?
Wait! Don't answer yet, I want to hear you say it after you take this knee to your teeth.
The scene fades out to black as Price gets up and walks off camera.
11:00pm
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
The scene fades in on the moonlight reflecting off the frigid, tumultuous waves of the ocean as the polar vortex has even managed to dip as low as South Carolina. From behind the glass of the doors in his modest hotel room, Jayson Price gazes out at the empty beach, sipping from a glass of whiskey as he stares up at the moon, enjoying the peace and solitude. The room is dark, save for the soft orange glow of the faux fireplace. Last week was the first step in rebuilding his standing in the WCF after the disaster that was 2018. While most wouldn't view a victory over the likes of Edwina Lockheart and Estrella Luiz to be notable, for Price it was a statement that he wasn't going to lie down in this Tag League, despite the odds stacked in his teams favor. The vicious, quick win was even better than what Price had hoped for as it showed the world that he hadn't lost a step, that he was still as capable as ever of delivering on his word. He told Edwina and Estrella that they were out of their league and he proved it, needing only two moves to put down Edwina before allowing Augustine to submit her. It was over before the fans could even sit down after standing for the entrances. Would every match in this tournament be so easy? Probably not. But it sure as hell was enough to get some people's attention.
Now, less than a week later as the fans excitement build over what to expect in the second group of matches, the scene outside of Price's window is a perfect representation of everything that he's going through. The violence of the ocean, the rough waters being churned by the icey winds, combined with the silence and emptiness of the beach, perfectly mirror the duality of conflict and peace within the man most had written off. Constantly fighting a never-ending battle with himself that spilled over into his career, exposing the world to his demons and his torment, Price has finally reached the point where he's begun to question whether he should keep fighting to hold back the worst parts of him. The last time he gave in he literally felt himself being split into two as he spent months living as a split personality, one half always trying to kill the other. Many laughed and called it a schtick, but it was far from another crazy gimmick, it was a frightening look into the horrors within him. Now, with the world questioning his worth and his future, and with Price himself feeling as though he's reached his breaking point in terms of losing, he sips his drink and focuses on his reflection in the glass. The flickering light of the fireplace behind him distorts the image briefly, flashing an almost demonic face. Price lowers the glass, a bit of a smile on his face.
Jayson Price: Hello old friend.
The scene fades out to black as the flickering ceases, returning Price's normal reflection, and he continues to sip on his drink while staring out at the ocean.
February 3rd, 2019
12:30pm
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
The scene fades in once again on Jayson Price, this time as he sits in a chair looking rather uncomfortable as a stage hand attaches microphone to his shirt. After struggling with it for a few seconds, an annoyed Price shoves the worker out of the way and does it himself.
Jayson Price: Where the fuck do they find these incompetent monkeys?
As Price smooths out his shirt and dusts himself off, we can see Hank Brown walking into the scene from the side.
Hank Brown: Been a long time Jayson. Nice to see you haven't gotten any better at playing well with others.
Jayson Price: What are you talking about? I always played extremely nice with you.
Hank Brown: I think we have different definitions of the word 'nice'. Do we really need to talk about the time in Mexico with the drug lord? For christ's sake I nearly died.
Jayson Price: True, but I did come back for you. Pretty darn nice of me if I would say so myself.
Hank Brown: Nice would have been not ditching me to get high with the guy's wife, but I doubt we're going to get anywhere rehashing the past so what's say we move on?
Jayson Price: Thank god, I thought you were going to try and force me into having some kind of Dr. Phil therapy moment.
Hank Brown: Ha...ha ha. Well that's certainly not what we're doing at all. That would be silly.
Jayson Price: Hank why are you suddenly so sweaty?
Hank Brown: No reason! It's, uh, these lights. Man are they bright or is it just me? It's me right?
A sweaty and nervous Hank begins pulling at his tie, trying to loosen it a bit.
Jayson Price: I mean they're a little bright but they aren't that bad. Jesus, you look like somebody turned on a faucet over your head. Are you all right?
Hank Brown: Fine! I'm fine! Just a little warm from these damn lights. Can somebody get me a towel?
Another stage hand runs into the scene with a towel in hand for Hank, who begins wiping off his face and head. The man starts to run off when Price notices something and stops him.
Jayson Price: Hang on. You're not one of the normal lackeys that we use for these sit down interviews, you look far too camera ready. And that's not a WCF cameraman! What the fuck is going on here?!
Hank Brown: Going on? Nothing! Nothings going on! We just, uh, made some changes behind the scenes when Corey Black took over as owner.
Jayson Price: No, no, something is up here. I can feel it. And I can smell it. Jesus Hank, why does your sweat smell like salami and failure?
Hank Brown: Ha! Good one!
Voice: That was certainly not a good one. In fact, it was quite rude if I may say so myself.
Jayson Price: That voice...I know that voice. What the hell is this?
The camera pans off to the side as Dr. Phil McGraw walks into the scene from out of the shadows where he's been standing and watching. Price looks back and forth between Dr. Phil and Hank.
Jayson Price: Oh you son of a bitch! You were trying to force me into a moment!
Dr. Phil: Now Jayson, please, don't be so angry with Hank. When he called to tell me about his and your issues, I knew I had to come up and help as quickly as I could. Friends should never argue or be as hostile toward each other as you are.
Hank Brown: I'm never hostile towards him!
Jayson Price: I'm sorry, did you call us friends?
Dr. Phil: Gentlemen, please. Hank why don't you sit here and let's see if we can't fix things between you and Jayson?
Hank Brown: There isn't a damn thing to fix with me, it's all this assholes fault!
Jayson Price: Hank I'm going to fucking kill you for doing this to me.
Dr. Phil: Now, now, now, there's no need to threaten this poor man, Jayson. Please, apologize for saying such a hurtful thing to him.
Jayson Price: Nah, I'm good.
Dr. Phil: Jayson.
Jayson Price: Phil.
Dr. Phil: All right, I can see I'm going to have my work cut out for me today. But that's all right, I've cracked tough nuts before and I do like a challenge. Now Jayson, why don't you tell me why you're so angry.
Jayson Price: I'll tell you that as soon as you tell me what Oprah's ass smells like.
Dr. Phil: Well now that was uncalled for, Jayson. I'm trying to open up the lines of communication with you so that I can begin to understand you and then attempt to reconcile things between you and Hank.
Jayson Price: Caviar and hundred dollar bills, right? Always been my guess.
Hank Brown: You see the kind of shit that I have to put up with, Phil? He takes nothing seriously, he's constantly belittling me and some of the things he says are downright offensive!
Dr. Phil: First of all, Hank, I'm going to need you to remember to call me Dr. Phil, I'm not your amigo. And secondly, please wait your turn to talk, I'm communicating with Jayson right now.
Jayson Price: Yeah Hank, shut the fuck up.
Dr. Phil: However, I do agree with something that I heard Hank say. You do seem to not take things seriously and your anger issues are quite evident. Let me help you, talk to me, it's why I'm here.
Jayson Price: All right, you want me to open up? You want to know why I'm angry all the time? Where the fuck would you like to start, Doc? My childhood? Sure. My mother was a whore that spent more time on her back or shooting up then she did with me and I haven't a fucking clue what happened to my deadbeat father. Want to come up a little more recent? How about the fact that I've had my neck broken on two separate occassions? Or that I've been superkicked into a coma? Or that I went from one owner that despised me and held me back to now having an owner that was one of the assholes that put me in that coma...and is also holding me back? OR we can get really recent and talk about the fact that I've got an entire world that thinks that I'm a washed up has been who should be retired?
Dr Phil: Those are all excellent points, but why don't we talk about what's really behind all of this anger?
Jayson Price: I...I literally just gave you everything behind it.
Dr. Phil: Jayson, let's talk about your alcohol and drug problems.
Jayson Price: The only problem that I have is that I don't have either to help me get through this bullshit. I just told you why I have anger issues, hell you would be angry if you had to deal with even a fraction of the shit that I deal with on a daily basis. If you're looking for some more deeply rooted issue inside of my head you're going to come up empty, I'm simply not that complicated a person.
Dr. Phil: Coming from a man that once painted half of his face and spent months convincing people that he was two different personalities while self harming. Pardon my language, but I call horse shit on that, Sir.
Jayson Price: I was suffering some effects from my umpteenth concussion, I don't know what else to tell you. People should be glad I was just hurting myself and not going full Benoit.
Dr. Phil: You're holding back, I can feel it. You need to let loose and share with me. You'll feel better once you do.
Jayson Price: You know what, you're right. But first, I need some water.
Price stands up from his chair, smooths off his clothes and then promptly turns and superkicks Dr. Phil backward out of his chair. Hank jumps up out of his chair to help him but ends up eating a superkick as well. Price walks over to a nearby table, grabs a bottle of water and then walks back over to his chair before taking a seat.
Jayson Price: You were absolutely right, I feel like this giant weight just came off of my chest as soon as I decided to let loose and share that with you. Thank you, Dr. Phil. And thank you too, Hank, for putting this little meeting together.
There's a small groan from one of the two as they're laid out.
Jayson Price: But now that I've opened up the proverbial emotional flood gates, I feel like I really need to open up and address some things that are making me angry. Or, as Peter Griffin would say, the things that are really grinding my gears. I brought this up last week in regards to Estrella Luiz and Edwina Lockheart, but looking at the turnover in this company's roster, it's quite hilarious to still read all of the tweets and hear all of the interviews where my name gets dragged through the mud like I'm not the guy that's won more titles than most of these people have won matches. For fucks sake, I've had longer title reigns that some of these children have had careers, but they're talking like they have name value and I'm just some washed up old fuck that doesn't belong anymore. Yeah, well, I'm still here and at last check Edwina and Estrella suddenly decided that they didn't wanna sign new deals. Coincidence that it came after they got beaten in 20 seconds by a 'has been'? Maybe. But like I said last week, and I'll say it again, at least you got your cute little Youtube channel to fall back on.
Price pauses to take a drink of water.
Jayson Price: What else is on my mind? Tag Tournament? Fuck, sure, let's talk about that. Roy Speede is on my horizon and I've been waiting a long time to knock that little fuckwad around again. Of course, what I'm not looking forward to is him rehashing the same insults he's been using since he was a rookie in the Dub. 'LOL 16 DAYS!'. 'LOL WHAT A LOSER!'. 'LOL YOU SHOULD QUIT'. Mark my words, somebody get this shit on record, a week from now when it's going to be Roy Speede and John Rabid versus Jayson Price and Vincent Augustine, Roy Speede is going to spend a good ten to fifteen minutes using those same jokes over and over again, because that little shit stain doesn't have an original thought in his brain. And I don't give a fuck if he jumped ship to Action Wrestling and won himself a World Title, hey that's great for him, but the fact is that he could never get the job done when it mattered against REAL competition, not against the other rejects that couldn't get it done in the Dub. And as for John Rabid...you got me at One. But now let's see how you do when you're the one that's got a worthless sidekick dragging on your coattails.
Price again pauses to drink some of his water.
Jayson Price: But hot damn am I ever getting ahead of myself, over here talking about next week when tomorrow night I've got a match. And oh boy what a match it is, eh Hank?
There's a faint whisper from Hank, it can barely be made out but it sure sounds like 'fuck you'.
Jayson Price: I don't know a fucking thing about Jaice Wilds and something tells me once I get past this match, I still won't have any reason to know a thing about him. But Michael X...I know you. I know you very well. And the reason I know you so well is that for a while I kept my eye on you because I thought you were going to be something very special. And you reached that point! You won the US Title, the Hardcore Title, hell you even climbed the mountain and won yourself the World Title finally in the Ultimate Showdown Match. And then you fucking disappeared. Poof. Had us all thinking that Thanos got you with his snap.
What happened, Mikey? The pressure of being 'the man' catch up with you after all that scratching and clawing to get there? You were on such a rise through the ranks, you had your big moment and got in the spotlight in one of the grandest of fashions, just like so many people thought you would. Then you got your ass murked by Odin and just seemed to go away for a while. Now, here you are, in this Tag League and stuck with a shit partner in Wilds, getting beat by the likes of Speede and Rabid. Christ X, if you lose this week are you going to Houdini us again? I mean, I wouldn't blame if you did, but maybe this time stay away because it seems like you already blew your load.
Price downs the rest of his water and then tosses the empty bottle off to the side.
Jayson Price: But if you do decide to stick around a bit longer, might I suggest you switch up your little schtick? Seriously, the psychotic, dark, twisted bullshit...you just can't pull it off the way that I do Mikey. I mean I'll give you a B for the effort but the eXecution you'll have to settle with an F because, homie, you think I'm going to take your ass seriously when you spent so much time riding the dick of Stephen Singh? My god man, I've spent my fair share of time as part of tag teams and stables. But I spent my time following the lead of men like Corey Black. And I hated the bastard, but Torture had the kind of legacy that got his people damn near anything that they wanted. We're talking about two Hall Of Famers, and that's not even including the list of future Hall Of Famers I've been teamed up with. But you went and decided to follow the lead of Stephen Singh and where did that lead you? Tag Team Of The Year? That's cute. I'm sure that's just what you guys all had planned when you formed up. Hardcore Champion of the Year? Well that's a step up I suppose. But how much did it burn when you found out that, not only did the locker room forget about your month as World Champion, but so did the fans. Not even a single vote when it came time for World Champion Of The Year. Fuck man, even Adam Young got a vote. But there you were, nobody even giving you a pity vote, tied up with your pal Stephen Singh and Bonnie Blue. Such elite company.
Have I struck a nerve yet? I really hope I have, because I want to face the Michael X that everyone thinks that you are. I don't want to face the guy that got to the top, had a taste of being 'the man' then decided that it was too hard so he left. I want to face the best version of you so that when I beat you, there isn't going to be a single shred of doubt from anyone that I'm better than you. You think that this Tag League is your shot at redemption, that it's your way back to the top spot that you couldn't handle. You think that the world owes you something because you've gotten gassed up everyone else who thinks you're some second coming and that you're going to just walk in and take it.
Get the fuck out of here with all that shit. This isn't your tale of redemption. This isn't some story that's going to be part of some book about WCF written in the future. At best this match and this tournament are going to be nothing but a small footnote in regards to your place. I am the one that is finally going to seek the redemption that I seek. I signed up for this League for the sole purpose of beating guys like you. Guys that everyone says are better than me. It's going to start with you, it's going to continue with Speede and Rabid and then it's going to end with Odin and Richards. The prize at the end? Being able to pick the match I want at the next Pay Per View? The one thing that all of you are fighting so hard for is nothing but a consolation prize for me. You all want to win so you can put yourself into a World Title Match because, for the majority of you, it's the only way you'll ever get that kind of match. But me, I could care less where I'm at on the next Pay Per View card, I've managed to reach the point where I don't NEED a World Title to matter, unlike the rest of you. But what I do want is to be standing at the end of this League, having run through the so called 'best', looking everyone in the eye and daring them to tell me I've lost it.
Michael I'm telling you now, you only think that you want this more than me. You only think that you need it more than me. But I'm sitting here and I'm telling you that you don't. I do not care how much your heart and your mind are invested in the outcome of all of this. I do not care if you have a mental breakdown, go on a psychotic spree and sacrifice some goats or whatever the fuck it is that you do. But you are not taking this from me. I will superkick and knee your face and skull until it's as flat as the mat itself to win this match. And if I have to do more than that to win, then I will. How far will I go? That's a question you really don't want to know the answer to.
See you're living this schtick of yours right now like it's who you really are, but it's not. It's who I really am. The life I have lived is the reason that I am the man that I am and the reason why I do the things that I do. You talk a really big game about being able to do whatever it takes to win but I bet every last dollar that I have left that you'd hesitate where I'd finish the job. And you want to know why? Because you've already proven to me that you can't handle the shit that you say you want. You talk and you talk and you talk about being some kind of monster that lives in people's nightmares. Bitch, I was the Nightmare before you even had a job in this company. And you think that I'm going to be afraid of you? That you can intimidate me with a death stare and some dark lights? Oh Mikey, no. Just no. Everything that you're doing, I've done. The only difference is that I did it better and a hell of a lot more successfully, whereas you managed to have a World Title reign that got outshined by Adam Young AND rode the coat tails of an even weaker World Champion to Tag Team Of The Year in a year in which the competition was about as weak as Action Wrestling. But hey, you're still better than me, right?
Wait! Don't answer yet, I want to hear you say it after you take this knee to your teeth.
The scene fades out to black as Price gets up and walks off camera.
