Post by Jayson Price on Feb 10, 2019 23:19:01 GMT -5
February 10th, 2019
5am
Durham, North Carolina
The scene fades in as we once again see Jayson Price sitting alone in a hotel room, far removed from his days of living it up in Price Tower or jet setting across the globe in a private jet. With his beard growing scruffier each week, his hair getting a little shaggier and unkempt, you can literally see the evolution of Price as he's in the midst of trying to find himself once again after spending so many years relying on a near endless supply of money. He's still far from broken though, if anything this has made him stronger as he's once again needing to fight for his own survival. For the first time in ages he's hungry again. Not since his rookie year all the way back in 2009 has Price been on this kind of war path, fighting everyone in his path with a ferocity and viciousness that seems unstoppable. You would think that a man that's held two World Titles and countless others shouldn't feel a need to prove himself, but not everyone is constantly dealing with criticism that they can't do it anymore. Third on the all time wins list, tied for the most most titles won and countless other records and accolades acheived over nearly a decade, but one bad year is all the people want to talk about. Well if they want to talk, then Price might as well give them something new to talk about. So now, as he sits in his hotel room calmly and quietly sipping on a drink, Jayson is reflecting on the gravity of the match he and Vincent Augustine are set to have at Slam.
Jayson Price: I'm not even supposed to be here. Well, if you listen to the way that everyone else talks, that is. I should be off wrestling in some bingo hall for hot dogs or sitting in a support group for old wrestlers addicted to painkillers because my career is over. I certainly shouldn't still be wrestling for a nationally televised company. I certainly shouldn't be in this Tag League, dragging down a talented newcomer who deserves better. And I sure as shit should certainly not be but one match away from the finals of said Tag League. I'm supposed to be washed up, broken and depressed because I don't have 'it' anymore, whatever 'it' is. I'm the guy that lost not one, not two but THREE matches at One and one of those was to the former Owner who isn't even a real wrestler. And that was AFTER I got swindled out of every dollar I had by a backwoods slut and her incestuous family. I'm just simply not supposed to be here.
But that's only if you listen to everyone else. See, everyone loves to rag on me because they all see me as an easy target. They feel like I'm the resident punching bag because they love to harp on all of the negatives from my career. But those people are blind, believe me. I've spent a decade doing this, I have acheived far more than I've lost, and for people to harp on one bad year just shows how short sighted they are. 2018 sucked. Let's get that out of the way right now, even thought it's going to keep coming up. But I will not be defined by it, I will grow from it. In fact I already have. I'm not taking a damn thing for granted anymore, especially this opportunity in front of me with this Tag League. Two matches down and each one ended the same, a win in brutal and quick fashion. I was lucky enough to get paired up with someone as hungry for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow as I am. Vincent hasn't told me what he wants when we win, and I haven't told him either, but we both know that we want this more than the next man. And I know that's cliche to say in a moment like this, but it's the god's honest truth. Vincent, he's got his reasons for why he needs this, but me, I'm fully invested for the simple fact that I'm proving to the world that my ending doesn't get written by anyone but me.
All of the people that are writing me off as old and washed up, all of the people that say I need to just go away and save what little dignity I have left, what you're witnessing from me in this Leagues is for you. Every knee to the teeth, every superkick to jaw and every spine crunching Pricebuster is just for you. I hope you all are getting used to hearing my music play after every match Vincent and I win because you're going to hear it again on Monday night and then again in a few weeks at Til Death Do Us Part. And that's not some cocky ass prediction from an over confident douchebag. It's just simple facts backed up by real evidence.
Price reaches over to the small table beside him and picks up two pictures that have been lying face down. He turns them over and then casually tosses them onto the floor in front of so the cameraman can get a look at them. It's a photo of Roy Speede and John Rabid from just after they won their first Tag League against Michael X and Jaice Wilds.
Jayson Price: This is what I've been waiting for since the blocks for the Tag League were first announced. Forget about the chance to beat down the former tag team champions. Forget about going up against a former World Champion hellbent on reclaiming lost time. No, this is the match-up that I've been waiting for. Roy Speede and John Rabid. The trendy team that Vegas had running through Block B uncontested. Bet you didn't expect that when we came up against each other it would be with a spot in the finals on the line, did you? Kinda raises the pressure a bit, huh? But that's all right, it's not like either of you have any sort of issue with pressure...
Price pauses to take a drink, but then pauses as he raises the glass to his lips. He raises an eyebrow as a slight smirk comes across his face.
Jayson Price: Right?
Price takes his sip from his glass before setting it back down on his arm rest.
Jayson Price: Hello Roy, so nice to be formally addressing you again. Last week I spoke of you, but not directly to you, and honestly it just wasn't the same. It made me yearn for the days when I could verbally bitch slap you back to the bottom of the barrel everytime you started your slow climb out of the depths of obscurity. People like to call me the King Of The Mid-card but Roy, you made that shit your home and your grave. Hardcore Titles. United States Titles. Tag Titles. I'm not going to sit here and run you down like you've never accomplished anything Roy, you have. It's just what you've accomplished adds up to a whole lot of nothing at the end of the day. Hell, you've accomplished less than Doc Henry if you want to get real specific, and that alone should end any conversation about where you belong in the history of this business.
But no, we aren't going to end it there, not by a long shot. Because you Roy, you are seemingly never ending, much like a cockroach. Everytime you get squashed and I think that it's finally over, there you are, scurrying about again. I did think that we were finally rid of you for a while there, during your attempt to reinvent yourself in Action Wrestling. Oh, whoops, am I even allowed to mention the 'other company' on camera? I mean they seem to have a real hard on for tweeting about us and it's not like we've ever been the type to avoid controversy. Oh well, I'm sure I'll hear about it one way or another. But back to your reset there Roy, I want to say congratulations. From the bottom of my heart, I'm being truly sincere when I say that I'm proud of you. You deserved that World Title you won over there. For all of the years you spent here, struggling to break out of the pack and falling flat on your face anytime you got within hand's reach of the WCF World Title, to see you jump to another company and win their World Title with such relative ease was a thing of beauty. And against such an illustrious opponent such as D-Day, I mean just wow. Remarkable. So amazing. A tear rolled down my cheek, I swear. And you know...
Price pauses and shakes his head before taking another sip.
Jayson Price: I honestly can't do this. I mean I'm good at faking empathy and sincerity, but dear god I have my limits. Let me just break this down to the simplest of terms so that you can understand it Roy. I don't give a fuck about the fact that you were their World Champion. You can flaunt it, you can brag about it, you can write a one man show about it, but I don't give a fuck about it. Every year the WCF has three or four new guys who show up and talk about how they're a twelve time Southern Yokel World Champion or some bullshit. Fuck, Adam Young has won hundreds of 'World Titles' wrestling at bingo halls and flea markets in Texas. And that's you, Roy, when you come back to WCF and try to brag about being World Champion over at AW. You want to impress me or humble me or, I don't know, worry me, talking about how you overcame your shortcomings and finally won the big one after beating the guy that I made my bitch for like five years in a row? D-Day being a World Champion in AW is all I ever need to know about that company to know what the competition is like over there, Roy, so if I were you I'd rethink what brags you're going to be bringing up around here.
And that's not even really bringing home the fact that you had to jump ship to finally win the big one. You spent how many years here talking all the shit in the world about how good you were but then shit the bed when the time came for you to prove you could be the man? I mean I really feel like I should know exactly how long, down to the fucking minute, because it's the same amount of time you've spent running down my career and mocking my failures. But what you don't realize, and I doubt you ever have or ever will, is that my failures still outshine the best things you've done in your career. Jesus, you knock on my sixteen day World Title reign like it was the most embarrassing thing in the history of WCF, but that's sixteen days more than you ever spent with the belt. Fuck, sixteen might just be the number of times you shit the bed when you finally got a chance, but now that I think about it that number may be a bit low.
But that aside, you couldn't get the job done here. And I caught what you said last week, because I do pay attention, as you attempted to explain why. Shitting on Michael X's reign as World Champion, saying that he won the belt during the 'mass exodus' phase of WCF while you were busy wrestling during the 'Golden Era'. And how everyone that was worth a damn followed you to AW to challenge you. That's adorable Roy, really adorable. Because, again, you beat D-Day to win that first World Title. Really. D-'worth a damn?'Day. Meanwhile X won his first World Title in an Ultimate Showdown Match against Dune and Stephen Singh, amongst others. Do you see the disparity here? As for the 'Golden Era' line, I won't argue with you there. It was a time of top level talent. But I won the World Title twice during that time, I beat more of the top level talent of the time and I won more of the mid-card titles than you. And since you're always so adament that you're a better wrestler than me, the question I have for you is: Why didn't you accomplish more? I mean, you talk about how it was SO hard to be successful in WCF during your runs, but if you're better than me, than how come I always did better than you? It's a mystery I tell you!
Price throws his hands up in an exaggerated fashion, much like a Southern faith healer. He then lets out a chuckle before taking another drink.
Jayson Price: No wait, it's not. The simple fact is that you going to AW was the best thing that you could have ever done for your career. See, you had to jump ship. You needed to go to a place where you could finally win a World Title and validate yourself after all those years of talking yourself up like you were God's gift to wrestling. But rather than stay there and keep battling it out with the rest of the guys that couldn't hack it in WCF's World Title scene, you came back waving your shiny gold star in the air yelling 'LOOK AT ME GUYS! I DID IT! NOW I CAN DO IT HERE TOO!'. But you can't. See there's a reason why those guys that are over there are over there battling for that World Title. D-Day was my constant bitch here. Wade Moor won the belt one time, lost it to me and then fell off the face of the Earth. Sidney Warwick had a briefcase cashed in on him and...well we know how that ended. And Spencer Adams? Homie's better at Twitter than he ever was wrestling in the Dub. That company's World Title scene has been a joke for as long as it's been a company, but you want to celebrate holding that belt? Fuck it, go for it kid. Celebrate the fuck out of it. But coming here and thinking that because you finally know what it's like to hold top gold in one company means that you can win it anywhere is how you end up standing on the side of a bridge, crying your eyes out.
At the end of the day, Roy, you took the easy way out. You saw an opportunity to compete in a new company against guys from WCF that weren't the ones that routinely kept you out of the World Title scene. And no, I'm not talking about some fictional backstage politicking like you so subtlety hint about, but I mean the guys that you could never beat when your opportunity was right in front of you. And I can see where you could get the idea that it would be on the same level as winning the WCF World Title, I mean these were mostly guys you knew and had competed with before, just in a new setting. Their World Title would mean something because hey, all World Titles are created equally, right? Wrong. But you needed that self validation of holding the World Title so damn badly that you jumped at the opportunity to compete for an inferior one and won it. If you could admit that maybe I'd have a bit of respect for you, but you won't, I know you too well. You're going to spin it every which way you can to make it seem like you deserve praise and a treat. You're going to claim that you've been reborn or some bullshit and that THIS return is going to be the one where you finally rise up the ranks and FINALLY be WCF World Champion. But it won't be Roy. And I could sit here and go on a long, epic spiel about how I'm going to do this and that to you in this match, but I really don't need to. Because, at the end of the day, even with everything that I will do to you, you're going to lose this match for you and Rabid because you can't handle the pressure when the spotlight is on you. Now find the silver lining in that bitch.
Price downs the last of his drink and then pushes himself up out of the chair, stretching out his back before walking to the bathroom. The cameraman holds back from following him in, however we're still witness to the sounds of him relieving himself into the toilet. An absurdly long time passes before we see Price walking over to the sink to wash his hands, at which point the camera moves in closer. Price shuts off the water and grabs a hand towel to dry off.
Jayson Price: Now you Johnny, you don't have the same shortcomings as your partner. You've ascended that mountain, you've tasted that glory against competition worthy of the name. You don't buckle under pressure, I know that from first hand experience. You got the better of me at One, John. I'm not going to play coy, I'm not going to make excuses or downplay the fact that, on the big stage, you answered my challenge for a worthy opponent and you beat me. Game recognizes game and for one night only you were the better man between us. But mark my words when I say that it was for that one night only.
You see the fact is, all the things that I said leading up to that match were true. People talk about how I've become a shell of my former self, but no one talks about where you're at in your career. I've lead my own life, I've made my own decisions, some good and some bad, and I've always been in control of what happens to me. But you John, what path are you actually on now? You returned to the WCF not as the force that you once were, but rather a willing passenger in the backseat of Bonnie's ascendance. God damn it Rabid, I know you're better than that. I know that you're better than her. A million fucking times better. Is this like some adult version of Make-A-Wish and Bonnie's secretly dying so you decided to sacrifice your time and talent to help her acheive her dreams? Or does she have some massive amount of dirt on you and this is your punishment? It's gotta be one of the two because I can't see any other reason why you're willingly playing a bit part....unless you've given up? But I mean, you aren't the type to just throw in the towel, are you Johnny?
Price looks down at the towel in his hands, a small smirk on his face. He balls it up and tosses it off to the side before walking out of the bathroom.
Jayson Price: I know that we live in a new generation where things like trigger warnings are needed for the weak minded and easily offended, so John, if that is what you've become, then consider this your official warning. Shut off the television or phone, whatever it is that you're watching this on, and save yourself the anguish. Now let's talk about the fact that while you might not be the chronic underachiever that your partner is, you're a damn flight risk when the going gets tough. And homie, the going is about to get tough as fuck this week. You got me at One when I was just out there throwing out challenges so I could fight at the Pay Per View, not worrying about who it was or what was on the line. But tomorrow night is not One. Tomorrow isn't me just going out there for another match. Vinny and I, we've come too far already to stop putting in all of the effort. We weren't supposed to be here, see. You and Roy, you two had everyone fawning over the possibilities. Speede and Rabid versus Balfore and Richards was being dreamt up the second the blocks were announced. Vinny and I were an afterthought from the very beginning, even against Kennedy and Lockheart. We weren't supposed to beat them. We sure as hell weren't supposed to beat X and Wilds. But yet here we are, set to face the darlings of the tournament for a spot in the finals at Til Death Do Us Part and the chance to book our own future at Kingdom Come.
And believe me when I say that as bad as you think you want this win, we need it even more. We're hungry and we need to eat. You and Roy, you think you've got it all figured it out. You're cocky and banking on the fact that you've both got the reputations to get you through this League. Reputation don't mean jack shit, John, but even if it did yours is as spotty as they come. I don't know what it is that brought you back to WCF and has you playing puppet master to guide Bonnie to relevancy, but I do know what it was that drove you off: Pressure.
That's right, just like your partner you can't handle pressure either. But you're a tad different, aren't you Johnny? See you can deal with the shit that comes with trying to be 'the guy' and winning when it matters. But it's when shit is on your shoulders and you start to see the signs that your grasp on things is waning, that's when you crack. You're an opportunist as good as I've seen, outside of maybe Singh, but you don't handle struggle well at all. I'm talking about your ill fated turn as the owner of WCF, of course. Buying the company off of Seth after you got tired of not being able to recapture the World Title was a move that I had to low key applaud. Can't get to the top of the mountain? Fuck it, just buy the whole mountain! Doing that meant you could sit back in a comfy chair, pull whatever string you wanted and push whatever button you wanted, and you could have the power you desired.
But then, poof. You're so silent about what it was that made you up and leave, letting Corey Black swoop in and buy up the company. But I know what it was, John. You couldn't do it. You couldn't deal with the pressure of being the man at the top, no matter how hard you'd tell people how bad you wanted that power. Some people can handle pressure and some people can't, and you firmly fall into the latter, John. Which truly begs the question, what is going on in that mind of yours? I know you can feel the walls closing in on you already, we're in the home stretch of this League now. You know that you need to win this match to get into the Finals, which in itself will be a whole 'nother kind of battle, and you know that Roy is counting on you to carry him into those finals. It's a real tough task, John, being responsible for the career of another person. I mean, you already have Bonnie relying on you so heavily, can you really keep going with someone else looking to you to be their leader? We already know you can't lead a company full of people, so where's the limit for your fragile brain? For Roy's sake I hope it's not 2 because we may just witness you pull another disappearing act before we even get to Sunday.
Price feigns concern for a brief moment before he grabs his glass and downs the rest of his drink.
Jayson Price: Of course, I could just as easily be full of shit and none of what I've said matters to either of you or anyone else. I mean fuck, I'm not even supposed to be here right? Guess we'll find out for ourselves tomorrow.
Price sets his glass down and walks out of the camera's view as the scene fades out to black.
5am
Durham, North Carolina
The scene fades in as we once again see Jayson Price sitting alone in a hotel room, far removed from his days of living it up in Price Tower or jet setting across the globe in a private jet. With his beard growing scruffier each week, his hair getting a little shaggier and unkempt, you can literally see the evolution of Price as he's in the midst of trying to find himself once again after spending so many years relying on a near endless supply of money. He's still far from broken though, if anything this has made him stronger as he's once again needing to fight for his own survival. For the first time in ages he's hungry again. Not since his rookie year all the way back in 2009 has Price been on this kind of war path, fighting everyone in his path with a ferocity and viciousness that seems unstoppable. You would think that a man that's held two World Titles and countless others shouldn't feel a need to prove himself, but not everyone is constantly dealing with criticism that they can't do it anymore. Third on the all time wins list, tied for the most most titles won and countless other records and accolades acheived over nearly a decade, but one bad year is all the people want to talk about. Well if they want to talk, then Price might as well give them something new to talk about. So now, as he sits in his hotel room calmly and quietly sipping on a drink, Jayson is reflecting on the gravity of the match he and Vincent Augustine are set to have at Slam.
Jayson Price: I'm not even supposed to be here. Well, if you listen to the way that everyone else talks, that is. I should be off wrestling in some bingo hall for hot dogs or sitting in a support group for old wrestlers addicted to painkillers because my career is over. I certainly shouldn't still be wrestling for a nationally televised company. I certainly shouldn't be in this Tag League, dragging down a talented newcomer who deserves better. And I sure as shit should certainly not be but one match away from the finals of said Tag League. I'm supposed to be washed up, broken and depressed because I don't have 'it' anymore, whatever 'it' is. I'm the guy that lost not one, not two but THREE matches at One and one of those was to the former Owner who isn't even a real wrestler. And that was AFTER I got swindled out of every dollar I had by a backwoods slut and her incestuous family. I'm just simply not supposed to be here.
But that's only if you listen to everyone else. See, everyone loves to rag on me because they all see me as an easy target. They feel like I'm the resident punching bag because they love to harp on all of the negatives from my career. But those people are blind, believe me. I've spent a decade doing this, I have acheived far more than I've lost, and for people to harp on one bad year just shows how short sighted they are. 2018 sucked. Let's get that out of the way right now, even thought it's going to keep coming up. But I will not be defined by it, I will grow from it. In fact I already have. I'm not taking a damn thing for granted anymore, especially this opportunity in front of me with this Tag League. Two matches down and each one ended the same, a win in brutal and quick fashion. I was lucky enough to get paired up with someone as hungry for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow as I am. Vincent hasn't told me what he wants when we win, and I haven't told him either, but we both know that we want this more than the next man. And I know that's cliche to say in a moment like this, but it's the god's honest truth. Vincent, he's got his reasons for why he needs this, but me, I'm fully invested for the simple fact that I'm proving to the world that my ending doesn't get written by anyone but me.
All of the people that are writing me off as old and washed up, all of the people that say I need to just go away and save what little dignity I have left, what you're witnessing from me in this Leagues is for you. Every knee to the teeth, every superkick to jaw and every spine crunching Pricebuster is just for you. I hope you all are getting used to hearing my music play after every match Vincent and I win because you're going to hear it again on Monday night and then again in a few weeks at Til Death Do Us Part. And that's not some cocky ass prediction from an over confident douchebag. It's just simple facts backed up by real evidence.
Price reaches over to the small table beside him and picks up two pictures that have been lying face down. He turns them over and then casually tosses them onto the floor in front of so the cameraman can get a look at them. It's a photo of Roy Speede and John Rabid from just after they won their first Tag League against Michael X and Jaice Wilds.
Jayson Price: This is what I've been waiting for since the blocks for the Tag League were first announced. Forget about the chance to beat down the former tag team champions. Forget about going up against a former World Champion hellbent on reclaiming lost time. No, this is the match-up that I've been waiting for. Roy Speede and John Rabid. The trendy team that Vegas had running through Block B uncontested. Bet you didn't expect that when we came up against each other it would be with a spot in the finals on the line, did you? Kinda raises the pressure a bit, huh? But that's all right, it's not like either of you have any sort of issue with pressure...
Price pauses to take a drink, but then pauses as he raises the glass to his lips. He raises an eyebrow as a slight smirk comes across his face.
Jayson Price: Right?
Price takes his sip from his glass before setting it back down on his arm rest.
Jayson Price: Hello Roy, so nice to be formally addressing you again. Last week I spoke of you, but not directly to you, and honestly it just wasn't the same. It made me yearn for the days when I could verbally bitch slap you back to the bottom of the barrel everytime you started your slow climb out of the depths of obscurity. People like to call me the King Of The Mid-card but Roy, you made that shit your home and your grave. Hardcore Titles. United States Titles. Tag Titles. I'm not going to sit here and run you down like you've never accomplished anything Roy, you have. It's just what you've accomplished adds up to a whole lot of nothing at the end of the day. Hell, you've accomplished less than Doc Henry if you want to get real specific, and that alone should end any conversation about where you belong in the history of this business.
But no, we aren't going to end it there, not by a long shot. Because you Roy, you are seemingly never ending, much like a cockroach. Everytime you get squashed and I think that it's finally over, there you are, scurrying about again. I did think that we were finally rid of you for a while there, during your attempt to reinvent yourself in Action Wrestling. Oh, whoops, am I even allowed to mention the 'other company' on camera? I mean they seem to have a real hard on for tweeting about us and it's not like we've ever been the type to avoid controversy. Oh well, I'm sure I'll hear about it one way or another. But back to your reset there Roy, I want to say congratulations. From the bottom of my heart, I'm being truly sincere when I say that I'm proud of you. You deserved that World Title you won over there. For all of the years you spent here, struggling to break out of the pack and falling flat on your face anytime you got within hand's reach of the WCF World Title, to see you jump to another company and win their World Title with such relative ease was a thing of beauty. And against such an illustrious opponent such as D-Day, I mean just wow. Remarkable. So amazing. A tear rolled down my cheek, I swear. And you know...
Price pauses and shakes his head before taking another sip.
Jayson Price: I honestly can't do this. I mean I'm good at faking empathy and sincerity, but dear god I have my limits. Let me just break this down to the simplest of terms so that you can understand it Roy. I don't give a fuck about the fact that you were their World Champion. You can flaunt it, you can brag about it, you can write a one man show about it, but I don't give a fuck about it. Every year the WCF has three or four new guys who show up and talk about how they're a twelve time Southern Yokel World Champion or some bullshit. Fuck, Adam Young has won hundreds of 'World Titles' wrestling at bingo halls and flea markets in Texas. And that's you, Roy, when you come back to WCF and try to brag about being World Champion over at AW. You want to impress me or humble me or, I don't know, worry me, talking about how you overcame your shortcomings and finally won the big one after beating the guy that I made my bitch for like five years in a row? D-Day being a World Champion in AW is all I ever need to know about that company to know what the competition is like over there, Roy, so if I were you I'd rethink what brags you're going to be bringing up around here.
And that's not even really bringing home the fact that you had to jump ship to finally win the big one. You spent how many years here talking all the shit in the world about how good you were but then shit the bed when the time came for you to prove you could be the man? I mean I really feel like I should know exactly how long, down to the fucking minute, because it's the same amount of time you've spent running down my career and mocking my failures. But what you don't realize, and I doubt you ever have or ever will, is that my failures still outshine the best things you've done in your career. Jesus, you knock on my sixteen day World Title reign like it was the most embarrassing thing in the history of WCF, but that's sixteen days more than you ever spent with the belt. Fuck, sixteen might just be the number of times you shit the bed when you finally got a chance, but now that I think about it that number may be a bit low.
But that aside, you couldn't get the job done here. And I caught what you said last week, because I do pay attention, as you attempted to explain why. Shitting on Michael X's reign as World Champion, saying that he won the belt during the 'mass exodus' phase of WCF while you were busy wrestling during the 'Golden Era'. And how everyone that was worth a damn followed you to AW to challenge you. That's adorable Roy, really adorable. Because, again, you beat D-Day to win that first World Title. Really. D-'worth a damn?'Day. Meanwhile X won his first World Title in an Ultimate Showdown Match against Dune and Stephen Singh, amongst others. Do you see the disparity here? As for the 'Golden Era' line, I won't argue with you there. It was a time of top level talent. But I won the World Title twice during that time, I beat more of the top level talent of the time and I won more of the mid-card titles than you. And since you're always so adament that you're a better wrestler than me, the question I have for you is: Why didn't you accomplish more? I mean, you talk about how it was SO hard to be successful in WCF during your runs, but if you're better than me, than how come I always did better than you? It's a mystery I tell you!
Price throws his hands up in an exaggerated fashion, much like a Southern faith healer. He then lets out a chuckle before taking another drink.
Jayson Price: No wait, it's not. The simple fact is that you going to AW was the best thing that you could have ever done for your career. See, you had to jump ship. You needed to go to a place where you could finally win a World Title and validate yourself after all those years of talking yourself up like you were God's gift to wrestling. But rather than stay there and keep battling it out with the rest of the guys that couldn't hack it in WCF's World Title scene, you came back waving your shiny gold star in the air yelling 'LOOK AT ME GUYS! I DID IT! NOW I CAN DO IT HERE TOO!'. But you can't. See there's a reason why those guys that are over there are over there battling for that World Title. D-Day was my constant bitch here. Wade Moor won the belt one time, lost it to me and then fell off the face of the Earth. Sidney Warwick had a briefcase cashed in on him and...well we know how that ended. And Spencer Adams? Homie's better at Twitter than he ever was wrestling in the Dub. That company's World Title scene has been a joke for as long as it's been a company, but you want to celebrate holding that belt? Fuck it, go for it kid. Celebrate the fuck out of it. But coming here and thinking that because you finally know what it's like to hold top gold in one company means that you can win it anywhere is how you end up standing on the side of a bridge, crying your eyes out.
At the end of the day, Roy, you took the easy way out. You saw an opportunity to compete in a new company against guys from WCF that weren't the ones that routinely kept you out of the World Title scene. And no, I'm not talking about some fictional backstage politicking like you so subtlety hint about, but I mean the guys that you could never beat when your opportunity was right in front of you. And I can see where you could get the idea that it would be on the same level as winning the WCF World Title, I mean these were mostly guys you knew and had competed with before, just in a new setting. Their World Title would mean something because hey, all World Titles are created equally, right? Wrong. But you needed that self validation of holding the World Title so damn badly that you jumped at the opportunity to compete for an inferior one and won it. If you could admit that maybe I'd have a bit of respect for you, but you won't, I know you too well. You're going to spin it every which way you can to make it seem like you deserve praise and a treat. You're going to claim that you've been reborn or some bullshit and that THIS return is going to be the one where you finally rise up the ranks and FINALLY be WCF World Champion. But it won't be Roy. And I could sit here and go on a long, epic spiel about how I'm going to do this and that to you in this match, but I really don't need to. Because, at the end of the day, even with everything that I will do to you, you're going to lose this match for you and Rabid because you can't handle the pressure when the spotlight is on you. Now find the silver lining in that bitch.
Price downs the last of his drink and then pushes himself up out of the chair, stretching out his back before walking to the bathroom. The cameraman holds back from following him in, however we're still witness to the sounds of him relieving himself into the toilet. An absurdly long time passes before we see Price walking over to the sink to wash his hands, at which point the camera moves in closer. Price shuts off the water and grabs a hand towel to dry off.
Jayson Price: Now you Johnny, you don't have the same shortcomings as your partner. You've ascended that mountain, you've tasted that glory against competition worthy of the name. You don't buckle under pressure, I know that from first hand experience. You got the better of me at One, John. I'm not going to play coy, I'm not going to make excuses or downplay the fact that, on the big stage, you answered my challenge for a worthy opponent and you beat me. Game recognizes game and for one night only you were the better man between us. But mark my words when I say that it was for that one night only.
You see the fact is, all the things that I said leading up to that match were true. People talk about how I've become a shell of my former self, but no one talks about where you're at in your career. I've lead my own life, I've made my own decisions, some good and some bad, and I've always been in control of what happens to me. But you John, what path are you actually on now? You returned to the WCF not as the force that you once were, but rather a willing passenger in the backseat of Bonnie's ascendance. God damn it Rabid, I know you're better than that. I know that you're better than her. A million fucking times better. Is this like some adult version of Make-A-Wish and Bonnie's secretly dying so you decided to sacrifice your time and talent to help her acheive her dreams? Or does she have some massive amount of dirt on you and this is your punishment? It's gotta be one of the two because I can't see any other reason why you're willingly playing a bit part....unless you've given up? But I mean, you aren't the type to just throw in the towel, are you Johnny?
Price looks down at the towel in his hands, a small smirk on his face. He balls it up and tosses it off to the side before walking out of the bathroom.
Jayson Price: I know that we live in a new generation where things like trigger warnings are needed for the weak minded and easily offended, so John, if that is what you've become, then consider this your official warning. Shut off the television or phone, whatever it is that you're watching this on, and save yourself the anguish. Now let's talk about the fact that while you might not be the chronic underachiever that your partner is, you're a damn flight risk when the going gets tough. And homie, the going is about to get tough as fuck this week. You got me at One when I was just out there throwing out challenges so I could fight at the Pay Per View, not worrying about who it was or what was on the line. But tomorrow night is not One. Tomorrow isn't me just going out there for another match. Vinny and I, we've come too far already to stop putting in all of the effort. We weren't supposed to be here, see. You and Roy, you two had everyone fawning over the possibilities. Speede and Rabid versus Balfore and Richards was being dreamt up the second the blocks were announced. Vinny and I were an afterthought from the very beginning, even against Kennedy and Lockheart. We weren't supposed to beat them. We sure as hell weren't supposed to beat X and Wilds. But yet here we are, set to face the darlings of the tournament for a spot in the finals at Til Death Do Us Part and the chance to book our own future at Kingdom Come.
And believe me when I say that as bad as you think you want this win, we need it even more. We're hungry and we need to eat. You and Roy, you think you've got it all figured it out. You're cocky and banking on the fact that you've both got the reputations to get you through this League. Reputation don't mean jack shit, John, but even if it did yours is as spotty as they come. I don't know what it is that brought you back to WCF and has you playing puppet master to guide Bonnie to relevancy, but I do know what it was that drove you off: Pressure.
That's right, just like your partner you can't handle pressure either. But you're a tad different, aren't you Johnny? See you can deal with the shit that comes with trying to be 'the guy' and winning when it matters. But it's when shit is on your shoulders and you start to see the signs that your grasp on things is waning, that's when you crack. You're an opportunist as good as I've seen, outside of maybe Singh, but you don't handle struggle well at all. I'm talking about your ill fated turn as the owner of WCF, of course. Buying the company off of Seth after you got tired of not being able to recapture the World Title was a move that I had to low key applaud. Can't get to the top of the mountain? Fuck it, just buy the whole mountain! Doing that meant you could sit back in a comfy chair, pull whatever string you wanted and push whatever button you wanted, and you could have the power you desired.
But then, poof. You're so silent about what it was that made you up and leave, letting Corey Black swoop in and buy up the company. But I know what it was, John. You couldn't do it. You couldn't deal with the pressure of being the man at the top, no matter how hard you'd tell people how bad you wanted that power. Some people can handle pressure and some people can't, and you firmly fall into the latter, John. Which truly begs the question, what is going on in that mind of yours? I know you can feel the walls closing in on you already, we're in the home stretch of this League now. You know that you need to win this match to get into the Finals, which in itself will be a whole 'nother kind of battle, and you know that Roy is counting on you to carry him into those finals. It's a real tough task, John, being responsible for the career of another person. I mean, you already have Bonnie relying on you so heavily, can you really keep going with someone else looking to you to be their leader? We already know you can't lead a company full of people, so where's the limit for your fragile brain? For Roy's sake I hope it's not 2 because we may just witness you pull another disappearing act before we even get to Sunday.
Price feigns concern for a brief moment before he grabs his glass and downs the rest of his drink.
Jayson Price: Of course, I could just as easily be full of shit and none of what I've said matters to either of you or anyone else. I mean fuck, I'm not even supposed to be here right? Guess we'll find out for ourselves tomorrow.
Price sets his glass down and walks out of the camera's view as the scene fades out to black.
