Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2009 22:19:50 GMT -5
Mace. Hellz Angel. Logan. Gravedigger. Epic. Skyler Striker. What do these six men all have in common? Quite simply one thing: they have all won the WAR match in their respective careers. Logan, in fact, has won this grueling match a record two times. But what else do all six of these men have in common? None of them has ever faced off with the most technically sound menace of the squared ring, Jay Price. This Sunday at WAR my own destiny will be fulfilled and the Era of Price will finally come to the WCF.
It’s Friday night around nine-thirty p.m. and Jay Price is just finishing typing these words onto his computer, the latest post on his blog website where he shares with his thoughts with his “millions” of fans. Currently he is sitting in his hotel room in New York City’s upper west side after arriving by plane less than 4 hours ago. Right now he is trying to think about whether he should find a gym nearby to train in or if he should just do his own workout right here in the hotel room. Deciding against both of those ideas, he decides he’d rather go out and have some fun for a change so he gets changed into a pair of black jeans with some black and yellow Jordan’s, a yellow Sean John polo and his black Versace frameless sunglasses, topped off with a black Phillies fitted and his diamond encrusted watch. After checking himself out in the mirror to make sure that he looks good enough to face his “public”, he heads out to the nearest bar and grill to get some drinks and food and watch whatever games are on in this shit factory of a city.
Once he gets there he is instantly berated with insults by the Mets fans in attendance, mocking him for the Phillies hat. But a quick insult about the fact that they root for choke artists and the sheer size of him seems to shut them up rather quickly. He goes to the bar and orders a drink, and while waiting for it a young wrestling fan comes up to him and tries to talk about WAR.
Young Fan: “Hey, you’re Jay Price “The South Street Menace” right?”
Price: “Yeah that’s me, what do you want? An autograph or something?”
Young Fan: “Well maybe later, actually I’d like to see if I could get an interview for my college’s paper, you see I’m a journalism student at NYU.”
Price: “Ah, a future Hank Brown in the making, how sad. Well kid I’ll give you your interview, but let me tell you that you should really think about a different line of work.”
Young Reporter: “Duly noted. Now my first question is about the WAR match itself. How do you think you are going to be able to do in a match with thirty other wrestlers, after already having to be in a three-way match to defend your Television Title?”
Price: “Ah that’s actually a very easy question to answer. You see I already predict that my title defense beforehand is going to be a breeze, seeing as how the match is essentially just another one-on-one match.”
Young Reporter: “What do you mean? The match is advertised as Jay Price vs. Anastasia Petrova vs. Hot Johnny Hott, did something change?”
Price: “No no, nothing has changed. But you see in essence, this match is going to come down to me vs. Anastasia because Hot Head Johnny Be-Not is not going to be a factor. If he even has the balls to show up to the match, all I have to do is knock his ass out with a Hot Revolver to that glass jaw of his. I mean really now, did you see his debut match last week? He got maybe one or two decent moves in the entire match before his giant ass got pinned.”
Young Reporter: “Ah, well with that being said, what about the lovely Anastasia Petrova? How do you see things playing out with her?”
Price: “Well I see her and I maybe going out for a nice dinner, then headed back to my hotel room and then….oh wait you mean the match?
Young Reporter: “Uhh yes, I was still talking about the match.”
Price: “Oh well the match I see as being another epic encounter that will be worthy of Match of the Decade. Our first fight, which by the way is where I won my lovely title in case you forgot, was a pure back and forth brawl that saw both of us keep willing ourselves up after every big move. I mean it took me everything I had just to keep her down and that is defiantly saying a lot. But this time I have no intention of going easy on her whatsoever. I plan on keeping this match at my pace and ending it quickly.”
Young Reporter: “All right, now moving on to your opponents in the WAR Match. A lot of people are saying that you are out of your league in this match and that the veterans are going to be gunning to take you out early to prove that they still run the show. Logan is a two time winner of the WAR match and he is of course looking to become the first three time winner. Johnny Reb has never won this match but he is a former World Champion and is looking to gain the number one contendership that comes to the winner of WAR. As of right now these are the two biggest favorites going into the match, along with Slickie T who is the number thirty entrant into the match. What are your thoughts on these supposed “favorites”? And do you have anyone in your mind that you are maybe worried about?”
Price: “Well it would be hard to look over the two time winner Logan and being the number thirty entrant defiantly gives a big advantage to Slickie T. But the idea of a favorite has to be thrown right out the window the minute the match starts. Whatever momentum you have going into a match like this means nothing when you have twenty-nine other guys trying to beat the shit out of you so that they can win the match. Now to answer your second question about me being scared, I have never heard a bigger crock of shit in my life. I have never had anything to fear in my life and I am not about to begin now with some over the hill veterans talking smack on me. Now do I have some people that I’ll paying extra attention to? Yes, I do in fact have a list of people that I will not take my eyes off of.”
Young Reporter: “And the people on that list would be?”
Price: “Well besides Logan and Slickie T, I’ll be watching out for Hector Rodriguez and Greenfever, two big boys that love to get physical and trade blows with anyone. Tank Reaper, he’s a juiced up freak of nature with the brain the size of a pea but still he’s defiantly got the size advantage over most of the roster. And then finally I’ve got my eyes on two of the tag teams in this match, The Big Time Jerks and The Superfans. Even though this is an everyman for himself match, I know that there will be times when they may be in the ring together working with each other, which will give them that edge. Luckily for me though, I seem to be on the good side of the Superfans so who knows, maybe if the time comes the three of us can work together to take out some of the bigger guys.”
Young Reporter: “Well in a match like this anything and everything is possible. So you’ve shared with us your thoughts on your title defense and some thoughts about your opponents in the WAR match. Is there anything else that you would like for our readers to know?”
Price: “Well I want to go record right now to say that I am officially predicting that at WAR I will be breaking a very important record. As of right now the record for the most eliminations in one single WAR match is five. I am guaranteeing that I will be breaking that record en route to winning the match.”
Young Reporter: “Wow that is an impressive record to be gunning for. How do you plan to get so many eliminations? I mean going after that many people is bound to wear you down eventually?”
Price: “Well that’s where years of conditioning and cardio training are going to come into play. My intense workout regiments combined with the fact that I am someone with a wrestling repertoire that is exceeded by none. I have so many different moves that I can hit you with, so many submissions that can make you scream in pain or make you pass out, and two big finishers that can knock anybody the f**k out. I really dare anyone to say that they are able to kick out after the Busted Grill or The Kiladelphia Driver, or that they are able to resist the urge to tap out when they are locked into the Lockdown.”
Young Reporter: “Those are defiantly some of the most dominant maneuvers in wrestling today. But I have got to ask this final question before I let you get back to what you were doing. You seem to be so confident that you are going to win a match that you have never been a part of in your career. Now everyone knows that you have never been one to shy away from conflicts, but even you seem to be a little over-confident at this point. Some might say it even sounds like you know something that no one else does.”
Price: “There was no question in there whatsoever, in fact it seems like you are almost accusing me of doing something wrong. But for your sake I really hope that isn’t the case, because I tend to have issues with people that accuse me of doing things.”
Young Reporter: “I was just trying to say…”
Price: “I know what you are trying to get at and the answer is no, I have nothing to say about the rumors that are circulating about me at this point. I am my own person and I do things my own way, just like I have been for years. When Seth Lerch came to Philadelphia to get me to come to WCF I told him point blank that I would not be doing things by any set path. His agreement was the only reason that I came here, because if he had told me to kiss his ass I would have had to put this size 14 sneaker right down his fu**ing throat. Now this interview is officially over, so why don’t you go do what you little investigative dirt bags do and let me get back to my drink.”
The college student hurries off to his office to type up this hot story as quick as possible, leaving Price alone at his table with his drink of choice, a Bacardi Rum and Coke. While he waits for the waitress to come over and take his meal order, he thinks over everything that he and the college kid were just talking about. He thinks about how he knows he is going to win the title defense match because it’s his destiny to be the greatest champion in its short history. He thinks about the WAR match and how the everyman for himself environment is perfect for someone like him. The thought of bloodshed and broken bones brings a slight smile to the usually arrogant face of Price.
The waitress finally comes by and he puts in his order for hot wings and french fries as he eyes up a cute little blonde that just walked in the door with her boyfriend. Once his order is taken and the waitress leaves he walks over to the blonde and begins to strike up a conversation. Her di*khead of a boyfriend tries to say something but Price just tells him to shut the f**k up. The obviously drunk piece of shit decides to continue to try and backtalk Price which is not the right thing to do. Price grabs the drunken idiot and drags him outside the front door in a headlock, where the smaller guy tries to put up a fight. When he throws a punch, Price easily blocks it and hits him with the Busted Grill. The man’s face smashes into the concrete sidewalk, knocking loose some teeth in the process. Price stands up and brushes himself off before going back inside, only to find that the cute blonde has already ran off. Pissed that he missed out on an opportunity Price orders another drink and goes back over to his table to eat his food and watch the Phillies-Mets game. As he reclines back into the plush padding of the booth after eating his food, Price begins to think about WAR and the magnitude of this match. This match is going to be the showcase of all my talent, the place where the world will come to know my name. I will win this match and go on to win so many more after it, and the Era Of Price will begin.
It’s Friday night around nine-thirty p.m. and Jay Price is just finishing typing these words onto his computer, the latest post on his blog website where he shares with his thoughts with his “millions” of fans. Currently he is sitting in his hotel room in New York City’s upper west side after arriving by plane less than 4 hours ago. Right now he is trying to think about whether he should find a gym nearby to train in or if he should just do his own workout right here in the hotel room. Deciding against both of those ideas, he decides he’d rather go out and have some fun for a change so he gets changed into a pair of black jeans with some black and yellow Jordan’s, a yellow Sean John polo and his black Versace frameless sunglasses, topped off with a black Phillies fitted and his diamond encrusted watch. After checking himself out in the mirror to make sure that he looks good enough to face his “public”, he heads out to the nearest bar and grill to get some drinks and food and watch whatever games are on in this shit factory of a city.
Once he gets there he is instantly berated with insults by the Mets fans in attendance, mocking him for the Phillies hat. But a quick insult about the fact that they root for choke artists and the sheer size of him seems to shut them up rather quickly. He goes to the bar and orders a drink, and while waiting for it a young wrestling fan comes up to him and tries to talk about WAR.
Young Fan: “Hey, you’re Jay Price “The South Street Menace” right?”
Price: “Yeah that’s me, what do you want? An autograph or something?”
Young Fan: “Well maybe later, actually I’d like to see if I could get an interview for my college’s paper, you see I’m a journalism student at NYU.”
Price: “Ah, a future Hank Brown in the making, how sad. Well kid I’ll give you your interview, but let me tell you that you should really think about a different line of work.”
Young Reporter: “Duly noted. Now my first question is about the WAR match itself. How do you think you are going to be able to do in a match with thirty other wrestlers, after already having to be in a three-way match to defend your Television Title?”
Price: “Ah that’s actually a very easy question to answer. You see I already predict that my title defense beforehand is going to be a breeze, seeing as how the match is essentially just another one-on-one match.”
Young Reporter: “What do you mean? The match is advertised as Jay Price vs. Anastasia Petrova vs. Hot Johnny Hott, did something change?”
Price: “No no, nothing has changed. But you see in essence, this match is going to come down to me vs. Anastasia because Hot Head Johnny Be-Not is not going to be a factor. If he even has the balls to show up to the match, all I have to do is knock his ass out with a Hot Revolver to that glass jaw of his. I mean really now, did you see his debut match last week? He got maybe one or two decent moves in the entire match before his giant ass got pinned.”
Young Reporter: “Ah, well with that being said, what about the lovely Anastasia Petrova? How do you see things playing out with her?”
Price: “Well I see her and I maybe going out for a nice dinner, then headed back to my hotel room and then….oh wait you mean the match?
Young Reporter: “Uhh yes, I was still talking about the match.”
Price: “Oh well the match I see as being another epic encounter that will be worthy of Match of the Decade. Our first fight, which by the way is where I won my lovely title in case you forgot, was a pure back and forth brawl that saw both of us keep willing ourselves up after every big move. I mean it took me everything I had just to keep her down and that is defiantly saying a lot. But this time I have no intention of going easy on her whatsoever. I plan on keeping this match at my pace and ending it quickly.”
Young Reporter: “All right, now moving on to your opponents in the WAR Match. A lot of people are saying that you are out of your league in this match and that the veterans are going to be gunning to take you out early to prove that they still run the show. Logan is a two time winner of the WAR match and he is of course looking to become the first three time winner. Johnny Reb has never won this match but he is a former World Champion and is looking to gain the number one contendership that comes to the winner of WAR. As of right now these are the two biggest favorites going into the match, along with Slickie T who is the number thirty entrant into the match. What are your thoughts on these supposed “favorites”? And do you have anyone in your mind that you are maybe worried about?”
Price: “Well it would be hard to look over the two time winner Logan and being the number thirty entrant defiantly gives a big advantage to Slickie T. But the idea of a favorite has to be thrown right out the window the minute the match starts. Whatever momentum you have going into a match like this means nothing when you have twenty-nine other guys trying to beat the shit out of you so that they can win the match. Now to answer your second question about me being scared, I have never heard a bigger crock of shit in my life. I have never had anything to fear in my life and I am not about to begin now with some over the hill veterans talking smack on me. Now do I have some people that I’ll paying extra attention to? Yes, I do in fact have a list of people that I will not take my eyes off of.”
Young Reporter: “And the people on that list would be?”
Price: “Well besides Logan and Slickie T, I’ll be watching out for Hector Rodriguez and Greenfever, two big boys that love to get physical and trade blows with anyone. Tank Reaper, he’s a juiced up freak of nature with the brain the size of a pea but still he’s defiantly got the size advantage over most of the roster. And then finally I’ve got my eyes on two of the tag teams in this match, The Big Time Jerks and The Superfans. Even though this is an everyman for himself match, I know that there will be times when they may be in the ring together working with each other, which will give them that edge. Luckily for me though, I seem to be on the good side of the Superfans so who knows, maybe if the time comes the three of us can work together to take out some of the bigger guys.”
Young Reporter: “Well in a match like this anything and everything is possible. So you’ve shared with us your thoughts on your title defense and some thoughts about your opponents in the WAR match. Is there anything else that you would like for our readers to know?”
Price: “Well I want to go record right now to say that I am officially predicting that at WAR I will be breaking a very important record. As of right now the record for the most eliminations in one single WAR match is five. I am guaranteeing that I will be breaking that record en route to winning the match.”
Young Reporter: “Wow that is an impressive record to be gunning for. How do you plan to get so many eliminations? I mean going after that many people is bound to wear you down eventually?”
Price: “Well that’s where years of conditioning and cardio training are going to come into play. My intense workout regiments combined with the fact that I am someone with a wrestling repertoire that is exceeded by none. I have so many different moves that I can hit you with, so many submissions that can make you scream in pain or make you pass out, and two big finishers that can knock anybody the f**k out. I really dare anyone to say that they are able to kick out after the Busted Grill or The Kiladelphia Driver, or that they are able to resist the urge to tap out when they are locked into the Lockdown.”
Young Reporter: “Those are defiantly some of the most dominant maneuvers in wrestling today. But I have got to ask this final question before I let you get back to what you were doing. You seem to be so confident that you are going to win a match that you have never been a part of in your career. Now everyone knows that you have never been one to shy away from conflicts, but even you seem to be a little over-confident at this point. Some might say it even sounds like you know something that no one else does.”
Price: “There was no question in there whatsoever, in fact it seems like you are almost accusing me of doing something wrong. But for your sake I really hope that isn’t the case, because I tend to have issues with people that accuse me of doing things.”
Young Reporter: “I was just trying to say…”
Price: “I know what you are trying to get at and the answer is no, I have nothing to say about the rumors that are circulating about me at this point. I am my own person and I do things my own way, just like I have been for years. When Seth Lerch came to Philadelphia to get me to come to WCF I told him point blank that I would not be doing things by any set path. His agreement was the only reason that I came here, because if he had told me to kiss his ass I would have had to put this size 14 sneaker right down his fu**ing throat. Now this interview is officially over, so why don’t you go do what you little investigative dirt bags do and let me get back to my drink.”
The college student hurries off to his office to type up this hot story as quick as possible, leaving Price alone at his table with his drink of choice, a Bacardi Rum and Coke. While he waits for the waitress to come over and take his meal order, he thinks over everything that he and the college kid were just talking about. He thinks about how he knows he is going to win the title defense match because it’s his destiny to be the greatest champion in its short history. He thinks about the WAR match and how the everyman for himself environment is perfect for someone like him. The thought of bloodshed and broken bones brings a slight smile to the usually arrogant face of Price.
The waitress finally comes by and he puts in his order for hot wings and french fries as he eyes up a cute little blonde that just walked in the door with her boyfriend. Once his order is taken and the waitress leaves he walks over to the blonde and begins to strike up a conversation. Her di*khead of a boyfriend tries to say something but Price just tells him to shut the f**k up. The obviously drunk piece of shit decides to continue to try and backtalk Price which is not the right thing to do. Price grabs the drunken idiot and drags him outside the front door in a headlock, where the smaller guy tries to put up a fight. When he throws a punch, Price easily blocks it and hits him with the Busted Grill. The man’s face smashes into the concrete sidewalk, knocking loose some teeth in the process. Price stands up and brushes himself off before going back inside, only to find that the cute blonde has already ran off. Pissed that he missed out on an opportunity Price orders another drink and goes back over to his table to eat his food and watch the Phillies-Mets game. As he reclines back into the plush padding of the booth after eating his food, Price begins to think about WAR and the magnitude of this match. This match is going to be the showcase of all my talent, the place where the world will come to know my name. I will win this match and go on to win so many more after it, and the Era Of Price will begin.
