Post by Jayson Price on Feb 24, 2019 23:01:44 GMT -5
February 24th, 2019
Smoothie King Center
New Orleans, Louisiana
10pm
The scene fades in as we see Jayson Price backstage in the Smoothie King Center on the eve of Til Death Do Us Part, a handheld camera out in front of him filming as he walks.
Jayson Price: Let's be very blunt for a second, Vincent, shall we? You, and you alone, are responsible for what is going to happen to you at Til Death Do Us Part. You are going to face the consequences for your mistake of thinking that I would simply let bygones be bygones. Taking a dive for the money, screwing me out of the chance of winning the Tag League and reestablishing myself as THE standard in this company once again? I'm sure in that brain of yours you're thinking that it was the smart move, that if you were going to finally advance your career that you needed to do it. But did you really think that you were going to be able to pull it off, then brag about it openly and there was going to be no retaliation? I hope whatever amount of money that it was that they gave you to stab me in the back was worth it Vincent. I really and truly hope that it was worth it because you didn't simply screw me over, you stole something from me. And I can deal with a lot of things in this world with a level head, but taking something from me, especially so arrogantly as you have, just remember that you brought it all on yourself.
Now I'm sure you're sitting somewhere right now, smirking at what I'm saying and thinking to yourself 'It's just more of the same, we've heard this all before'. And sure, you probably have. But what you're choosing to ignore is the fact that this isn't just some normal set of circumstances in front of us. You, Vincent, made a choice for your career that also directly impacted my career. You attempted to do the one thing that I've been preaching for weeks now, and that's trying to write my story for me. Everyone's been trying to tell me that I need to hang it up and go away. That I'm past my prime and only embarrassing myself and destroying my legacy by sticking around. But there will never be anyone but me that can say when it's over.
But you, you tried to do just that. You pulled off the screwjob, let yourself be pinned so that we'd be eliminated and stopped my path to the World Title once again. You played the part perfectly, said all the right things and did what I told you right up until that moment. Then, with some money in your pocket and the smug satisfaction of getting one over on a veteran, you made your decision.
Spoiler alert: It was the wrong decision.
Allow me to be very blunt once again, Vincent. You were in the position you were in, a match away from the finals of the Tag League and being propositioned the way you were, because of me. Let me repeat that.
Because. Of. Me.
You might honestly believe that I'm what everyone else says that I am, but if you for one second believe that we got through those first two teams because of your contributions, then that's all I need to know about your beliefs to know just how royally fucked in the head you are. I carried our team on my fucking back from the opening bell of the very first round all the way up to that moment when you decided to tag yourself in against Speede and Rabid. I knew the second that I found out that you were going to be my partner that I would have to be the reason we were going to succeed and I did it two weeks in a row and was about to do it for a third. You were never anything more than someone for me to tag in so I could get a quick breather while praying that you didn't find a way to fuck up what I'd done.
But you did. You fucked it up badly for me despite all of my hard work to get us to that point. And if you think that I did it all for myself, you're not wrong. I had my selfish reasons for pushing us each week the way that I did, I'll never deny that. Everything that you would have gotten out of it wasn't going to be anything that concerned me, you were just like a kid brother that mom said I had to let tag along and watch out for. And just like an annoying little kid brother you fucked everything up and found a way to ruin things for me. I was going to get you to the finals, Vincent. I was going to help you get on the map, finally get that important win on your resume and put you in a position to succeed. And instead, you ruined it all.
Although let's be honest Vincent, even if you hadn't fucked me over and we finished off Speede and Rabid and then gone on to win in the finals, would you have really gotten what you wanted? I mean, yeah, you would have been able to pick and choose what you did at Kingdom Come. Probably would have decided that you wanted a title shot of sorts so you could finally hold a piece of gold. Dream come true, right?
Nah. That's not how it would have gone down Vincent, and we both know it. You would have royally shit the bed the same way you always do. It wouldn't matter if you had gone for the Television Title, the Hardcore Title or, god forbid, the World Title, you would have lost. Opportunity come and gone once again because, when there's even the tiniest speck of something worth while on the line, you can't get the job done. Well, not unless you have a partner that's carrying you on his back, that is.
Talk all you want about how much you think that I'm not as good as I once was, but I proved myself in the Tag League as I led us through those first two weeks and through the majority of that third match. I can take on absolutely anyone in this company on any given week and beat them. Have I lost some matches lately? Yeah. But I still win a hell of a lot more matches than I lose and, unlike you, I can get it done when it matters. But you? Vincent, you fucked over your meal ticket so you could line your pockets. I don't know how much it was but eventually that money is going to run out and you're going to be right back to relying on your paychecks from wrestling to survive. And buddy, the way things have gone for you since you first debuted, do you really expect those checks to keep on coming in?
But that's enough about everything that's happened, let's focus on the here and now. Tomorrow night, you and I are going to step into that ring and go one on one. You're going to have your chance at showing the world that you're right, that I am the 'fuck up' that you and everyone else says that I am. You're going to spout off all kinds of insults and all kinds of logic for why what you did was the right decision. You're going to have all of the confidence in the world that you're going to win. And you're going to do all of that right up until the bell rings, at which point I will physically dissect you in the middle of my ring.
This isn't me talking out my ass or having some kind of false bravado, you just simply are not good enough to be in the same ring as me as my opponent. You're the guy that is used to being put up against the new signees. You're the guy that's had, what, two shots at the Television Title? Three? All I know is that's it's more than one and one is too many for your sorry ass. The way I see it, you got paid to give up your last chance at ever getting another title match in this company because how can you expect Corey Black to ever give you another opportunity when all you've ever done is prove that when presented with a challenge you fall faster than a house of cards in a slight breeze. You talk and you talk and you talk, but never once have you even showed the slightest ability to back up even a single word of what you say. I have seen your type before, Vincent, guys like you are a dime a dozen. The only difference is you made one very, very stupid decision.
Everything that happens from here on out is on you. Actions have consequences. Decisions have ramifications. I carried you through the Tag League because I needed to win and I was good enough to cover for your ineffectiveness. You didn't like that so you decided to fuck me over. At this Pay Per View you're going to get a firsthand lesson in understanding why you never bite the hand that feeds you.
The scene fades out to black as Price shuts off the camera.
Smoothie King Center
New Orleans, Louisiana
10pm
The scene fades in as we see Jayson Price backstage in the Smoothie King Center on the eve of Til Death Do Us Part, a handheld camera out in front of him filming as he walks.
Jayson Price: Let's be very blunt for a second, Vincent, shall we? You, and you alone, are responsible for what is going to happen to you at Til Death Do Us Part. You are going to face the consequences for your mistake of thinking that I would simply let bygones be bygones. Taking a dive for the money, screwing me out of the chance of winning the Tag League and reestablishing myself as THE standard in this company once again? I'm sure in that brain of yours you're thinking that it was the smart move, that if you were going to finally advance your career that you needed to do it. But did you really think that you were going to be able to pull it off, then brag about it openly and there was going to be no retaliation? I hope whatever amount of money that it was that they gave you to stab me in the back was worth it Vincent. I really and truly hope that it was worth it because you didn't simply screw me over, you stole something from me. And I can deal with a lot of things in this world with a level head, but taking something from me, especially so arrogantly as you have, just remember that you brought it all on yourself.
Now I'm sure you're sitting somewhere right now, smirking at what I'm saying and thinking to yourself 'It's just more of the same, we've heard this all before'. And sure, you probably have. But what you're choosing to ignore is the fact that this isn't just some normal set of circumstances in front of us. You, Vincent, made a choice for your career that also directly impacted my career. You attempted to do the one thing that I've been preaching for weeks now, and that's trying to write my story for me. Everyone's been trying to tell me that I need to hang it up and go away. That I'm past my prime and only embarrassing myself and destroying my legacy by sticking around. But there will never be anyone but me that can say when it's over.
But you, you tried to do just that. You pulled off the screwjob, let yourself be pinned so that we'd be eliminated and stopped my path to the World Title once again. You played the part perfectly, said all the right things and did what I told you right up until that moment. Then, with some money in your pocket and the smug satisfaction of getting one over on a veteran, you made your decision.
Spoiler alert: It was the wrong decision.
Allow me to be very blunt once again, Vincent. You were in the position you were in, a match away from the finals of the Tag League and being propositioned the way you were, because of me. Let me repeat that.
Because. Of. Me.
You might honestly believe that I'm what everyone else says that I am, but if you for one second believe that we got through those first two teams because of your contributions, then that's all I need to know about your beliefs to know just how royally fucked in the head you are. I carried our team on my fucking back from the opening bell of the very first round all the way up to that moment when you decided to tag yourself in against Speede and Rabid. I knew the second that I found out that you were going to be my partner that I would have to be the reason we were going to succeed and I did it two weeks in a row and was about to do it for a third. You were never anything more than someone for me to tag in so I could get a quick breather while praying that you didn't find a way to fuck up what I'd done.
But you did. You fucked it up badly for me despite all of my hard work to get us to that point. And if you think that I did it all for myself, you're not wrong. I had my selfish reasons for pushing us each week the way that I did, I'll never deny that. Everything that you would have gotten out of it wasn't going to be anything that concerned me, you were just like a kid brother that mom said I had to let tag along and watch out for. And just like an annoying little kid brother you fucked everything up and found a way to ruin things for me. I was going to get you to the finals, Vincent. I was going to help you get on the map, finally get that important win on your resume and put you in a position to succeed. And instead, you ruined it all.
Although let's be honest Vincent, even if you hadn't fucked me over and we finished off Speede and Rabid and then gone on to win in the finals, would you have really gotten what you wanted? I mean, yeah, you would have been able to pick and choose what you did at Kingdom Come. Probably would have decided that you wanted a title shot of sorts so you could finally hold a piece of gold. Dream come true, right?
Nah. That's not how it would have gone down Vincent, and we both know it. You would have royally shit the bed the same way you always do. It wouldn't matter if you had gone for the Television Title, the Hardcore Title or, god forbid, the World Title, you would have lost. Opportunity come and gone once again because, when there's even the tiniest speck of something worth while on the line, you can't get the job done. Well, not unless you have a partner that's carrying you on his back, that is.
Talk all you want about how much you think that I'm not as good as I once was, but I proved myself in the Tag League as I led us through those first two weeks and through the majority of that third match. I can take on absolutely anyone in this company on any given week and beat them. Have I lost some matches lately? Yeah. But I still win a hell of a lot more matches than I lose and, unlike you, I can get it done when it matters. But you? Vincent, you fucked over your meal ticket so you could line your pockets. I don't know how much it was but eventually that money is going to run out and you're going to be right back to relying on your paychecks from wrestling to survive. And buddy, the way things have gone for you since you first debuted, do you really expect those checks to keep on coming in?
But that's enough about everything that's happened, let's focus on the here and now. Tomorrow night, you and I are going to step into that ring and go one on one. You're going to have your chance at showing the world that you're right, that I am the 'fuck up' that you and everyone else says that I am. You're going to spout off all kinds of insults and all kinds of logic for why what you did was the right decision. You're going to have all of the confidence in the world that you're going to win. And you're going to do all of that right up until the bell rings, at which point I will physically dissect you in the middle of my ring.
This isn't me talking out my ass or having some kind of false bravado, you just simply are not good enough to be in the same ring as me as my opponent. You're the guy that is used to being put up against the new signees. You're the guy that's had, what, two shots at the Television Title? Three? All I know is that's it's more than one and one is too many for your sorry ass. The way I see it, you got paid to give up your last chance at ever getting another title match in this company because how can you expect Corey Black to ever give you another opportunity when all you've ever done is prove that when presented with a challenge you fall faster than a house of cards in a slight breeze. You talk and you talk and you talk, but never once have you even showed the slightest ability to back up even a single word of what you say. I have seen your type before, Vincent, guys like you are a dime a dozen. The only difference is you made one very, very stupid decision.
Everything that happens from here on out is on you. Actions have consequences. Decisions have ramifications. I carried you through the Tag League because I needed to win and I was good enough to cover for your ineffectiveness. You didn't like that so you decided to fuck me over. At this Pay Per View you're going to get a firsthand lesson in understanding why you never bite the hand that feeds you.
The scene fades out to black as Price shuts off the camera.
