Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 1:52:26 GMT -5
Anthrax: "He's a hell of a teammate, and I need to show that I have just as much work ethic in me too."
Colton: "Jay is a different kind of monster. He attacks, and attacks and never lets up."
Price: "Truer words have never been spoken about me in my entire career. Anthrax and Colton recognize the talent I possess, and you all will soon come to recognize it to."
Price is sitting on a metal folding chair inside of an abandoned warehouse in an undisclosed location. This time Hank Brown is not there interviewing him and the cameraman is unknown. What is known is that the camera being used is not professional, more obviously a handheld camera due to the poor video quality. Oddly enough is also the angle from which the video is being shot; rather than being at normal eye level with Price, the camera seems to be on the ground and aiming upright. Price is sitting in the chair looking down into the camera lens, speaking to the masses that will soon be watching this interview.
Price: "I told you all just days ago that a new Jay Price was coming to WCF and this Monday in Wisconsin, you will know exactly what I mean. You all think that you know me and what I'm capable of but you have yet to see me fully unleash my inner demons onto the world. So far I have had to keep my aggression bottled up, bound by the rules set down in my matches. Sure I've been able to render people unconcious with my submissions, and I even spilt the blood of an opponent. But what I long for is the opportunity to step into the ring with someone and let loose with all of the pent up rage that I've been holding back."
Price stands up and violenty grabs ahold of the chair that he was just sitting on.
Price: (Screaming) "YOU PEOPLE THINK YOU KNOW WHAT HARDCORE MEANS? YOU THINK YOU'VE SEEN IT ALL? YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SHIT YET."
Price walks over to the far side of the dark room and the camera is able to just make out the shape of a person lying on the ground.
Price: (Suprisingly calm again) "This unfortunate individual just happened to be nearby while I was walking the streets trying to clear my head about things. I was minding my own business when he had the nerve to come up to me asking for a handout. A handout? I have to scrape and claw for my opportunities and this man expects the world to feel bad for him and just give him the things that he wants. This is what is wrong with the wrestling world today. Everyone just expects to be handed opportunities and top main event status; nobody still has the balls to go out and grab that opportunity by making a serious Impact. This is where I come in. You see I go against the norm of today's wrestler because I will earn what I get. I don't go out each night bitching about the lack of opportunities. And you sure as hell don't see me on my knees trying to suck up to the people in charge."
Price looks back down at the lifeless body of the homeless person, metal chair still in hand, and a calm smile seems to come across his face. He reaches down and begins to shake the man, trying to awake him. The man's eyes finally open and he is immediately struck with fear.
Homeless Guy: "Please sir, no more. I just want to go."
Price: "There's no reason to be afraid my friend. You see earlier I just lost it for a moment and took out some of my issues on you. Please feel free to leave and once again I apologize for my rudeness."
The homeless guy quickly gets up and runs out of the building as fast as he can with a confused look on his face. Price walks back towards the camera which has yet to move from it's spot on the floor. He sets the chair back up and sits back down, a calm expression still on his face.
Price: "Now where was I? Oh yes, I was talking about Slam this monday. I have a match against D-Day for my Television championship, a match which I will remind you that I asked for through my open invitation. Now as for D-Day, I will be honest when I say that I know nothing about you. What I do know is that you were in the WAR match for a short time while I was in the ring, and from what I saw you do have a lot of talent. I'll give you props and say that you are easily going to be my toughest challenge yet in my young career. But don't take my kind words as a sign of me going easy on you. See no matter what I might think of you, it all boils down to the simple fact that you are an opponent trying to take my belt away from me. And I happen to like my belt, and hate people that try taking it from me."
Price stands back up once again and walks around to the back of the chair.
Price: "And the thing about people that I hate, well they tend to end up in the hospital eating their dinner through a tube while their loved ones cry at their sides. Are you prepared for that fate D-Day? Are you able to sleep at night knowing that you're about to step in the ring with the most dangerous man in WCF? People think that when I joined up with Torture it was to simply help him keep his title and in return he would help me keep mine. No, no, no. You see the real reason I wanted to join up with Torture was because I wanted to learn from the best in the business. Torture knows exactly what type of person I am and he is the only one that could show me the way to properly tap into my potential. My run before I joined him was successful, but it wasn't what I wanted it to be. Something was missing and it took me weeks to realize that I just wasn't being myself out there in the ring. But now I'm going to bring the real me out there each and every night, and you will all come to know why I'm known as the South Street Menace."
Price moves off to the side, away from the cameras view, and retrieves a cart with a television set and a DVD player on it. He pulls it next to the chair facing the camera.
Price: "I've talked about my past before, my time spent before WCF and before my training at the SPWA. I grew up living the rough life, having to fight for what I wanted on the streets of South Philly. Well thanks to the wonderful internet and sites like YouTube, you fans can finally see what Jay Price was like back in the day."
Price turns on the TV and looks at the screen. The scene showing is of a younger Price standing in an alleyway surrounded by a large group of people all yelling at him and another man that has just entered the circle of people. Price freezes the DVD at that point and looks back at the camera.
Price: "Kimbo Slice may be the most well-known street-fighter on YouTube, but watch closely and you'll quickly realize that fat piece of shit is nothing."
Price looks back at the tv screen and hits play. On the screen Price and the other man are seen stepping up to each other, jawing off about something but it can't be heard over the large crowd. Suddenly Price unloads on the man with a big right hook, sending him sideways. Price doesn't give him a chance to recover, choosing to rush the man and tackling him to the ground. Price quickly gains position on top of him and begins raining blows down onto his face until blood is pouring from his nose and mouth. Price gets up off of him, picks him up, and throws him up against the brick wall. Price pauses it once again and looks back down at the camera.
Price: "At this point I strongly recommend that anyone under the age of 18 and those with weak stomaches look away now."
Price presses play and the scene shown is Price once again throwing punches at the man's head with blood still pouring from various cuts. Price's hands are covered with the blood as he steps back and violently kicks the man in the stomache sending him down onto his hands and knees. Price steps back even further, cocks his head to the side and an evil smirk comes across his face. Price waits until the man slowly raises his head enough to look up at Price. He appears to be trying to beg for mercy but it's lost in the crowd's noise. Price quickly runs straight at the man and nails him with a strong kick to the head that slams the man's head into the brick wall with enough impact to make a sickening cracking sound. Price walks off from the scene, the crowd falling deathly silent and moving quickly out of his way.
Price hits the pause button on the remote and looks back down at the camera.
Price: "That fight was just one of many, many fights that I was a part of. Am I proud of everything that I did back then? No. Would I do it all over again if I had to? F**k yes I would. Everything I did back then I did for a reason, just like I do today. Back then if you wanted to survive you did what it took, including fighting for money and respect, the only two things that made you something. Today I have to fight for my opportunities and I wouldn't have it any other way. I had to earn my title shot by winning a battle royal and I did just that. I had to outperform a previously undefeated wrester in Anastasia Petrova to win that title, and I did just that. Since I won that title I've had to defend, and I did just that. I don't know if you worthless ingrates can see the pattern or not, so let me explain it to you. Everytime I had to do something in the WCF since I arrived, I did it. And this week on Slam I have to do whatever it takes to keep this belt around my waist, so you better believe I will do just that. No DQ means all rules are thrown out the window the minute that bell sounds, which just makes what I already had planned all that much easier for me. D-Day you are just the unfortunate victim that was lined up for me, so whatever happens this Monday, don't take it personally. Take solace in knowing that what I'm going to do, I would have done to anyone that had stepped in the ring with me at that moment."
Price slowly folds up the metal folding chair and sets it off to the side, letting it stand upright against the TV cart. Price reaches down and retrieves the camera, bringing it up to eye level.
Price: "WCF Universe I want you to watch my match very closely. For all of you that boo my so loudly, I want you especially to watch me closely. I want you to see what happens to those that disagree with who I am and what I'm trying to do in the WCF. But don't worry about me pulling a Ron Artest and jumping into the crowd and attacking anyone, I mean even I am more civilized than that. Right cameraguy?"
Price turns the camera away from him and points it downwards to his "cameraguy", another homeless person that has been beaten into a state of total unconciousness. The only difference between him and the other one is that this one has blood pouring out of the back of his head and mouth. He is breathing, but his breaths are short and slow. Price turns the camera back to his face.
Price: "Well it seems that my cameraguy has fallen asleep on the job, how rude. And to think, I pulled him in here off of the street, let him watch me eat a sandwich and chips, and then let him hold my camera for me while I did this interview. I mean I know that the dozen chair shots to the head may have been a little unnecessary, but all of his ramblings about me being the devil were really annoying. But at least he did a decent job propping the camera up for me, and he defiantly wasn't annoying as Hank Brown. Wow what does that say about the status of the WCF's interviewing staff when a guy that's unconcious does a better job than the "lead" interviewer?"
Price slowly shakes his head as he thinks about that.
Price: "Enough talk for tonight, I think it's time I head home. I've got some packing to do before I head out to Madison and a lot of training still left to do. D-Day, you have no idea what I have in store for you, but do show up ready for anything. And if you want to pull a no-show, I'll completely understand you wanting to chicken out, I mean I wouldn't want to face me right now either. Oh and Logan, a quick word with you if I may. I know that you're pissed off with me for bashing in Hector's head with a chair, seeing as how you and him have become so "close" as of late. We'll if you decide for some reason that you want to avenge your lover, feel free to come down to the ring after my match. I'll be more than glad to send you to the hospital to lay in a bed beside your "friend"."
Price smirks into the camera and then drops into the ground causing the camera screen to go black.
Colton: "Jay is a different kind of monster. He attacks, and attacks and never lets up."
Price: "Truer words have never been spoken about me in my entire career. Anthrax and Colton recognize the talent I possess, and you all will soon come to recognize it to."
Price is sitting on a metal folding chair inside of an abandoned warehouse in an undisclosed location. This time Hank Brown is not there interviewing him and the cameraman is unknown. What is known is that the camera being used is not professional, more obviously a handheld camera due to the poor video quality. Oddly enough is also the angle from which the video is being shot; rather than being at normal eye level with Price, the camera seems to be on the ground and aiming upright. Price is sitting in the chair looking down into the camera lens, speaking to the masses that will soon be watching this interview.
Price: "I told you all just days ago that a new Jay Price was coming to WCF and this Monday in Wisconsin, you will know exactly what I mean. You all think that you know me and what I'm capable of but you have yet to see me fully unleash my inner demons onto the world. So far I have had to keep my aggression bottled up, bound by the rules set down in my matches. Sure I've been able to render people unconcious with my submissions, and I even spilt the blood of an opponent. But what I long for is the opportunity to step into the ring with someone and let loose with all of the pent up rage that I've been holding back."
Price stands up and violenty grabs ahold of the chair that he was just sitting on.
Price: (Screaming) "YOU PEOPLE THINK YOU KNOW WHAT HARDCORE MEANS? YOU THINK YOU'VE SEEN IT ALL? YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SHIT YET."
Price walks over to the far side of the dark room and the camera is able to just make out the shape of a person lying on the ground.
Price: (Suprisingly calm again) "This unfortunate individual just happened to be nearby while I was walking the streets trying to clear my head about things. I was minding my own business when he had the nerve to come up to me asking for a handout. A handout? I have to scrape and claw for my opportunities and this man expects the world to feel bad for him and just give him the things that he wants. This is what is wrong with the wrestling world today. Everyone just expects to be handed opportunities and top main event status; nobody still has the balls to go out and grab that opportunity by making a serious Impact. This is where I come in. You see I go against the norm of today's wrestler because I will earn what I get. I don't go out each night bitching about the lack of opportunities. And you sure as hell don't see me on my knees trying to suck up to the people in charge."
Price looks back down at the lifeless body of the homeless person, metal chair still in hand, and a calm smile seems to come across his face. He reaches down and begins to shake the man, trying to awake him. The man's eyes finally open and he is immediately struck with fear.
Homeless Guy: "Please sir, no more. I just want to go."
Price: "There's no reason to be afraid my friend. You see earlier I just lost it for a moment and took out some of my issues on you. Please feel free to leave and once again I apologize for my rudeness."
The homeless guy quickly gets up and runs out of the building as fast as he can with a confused look on his face. Price walks back towards the camera which has yet to move from it's spot on the floor. He sets the chair back up and sits back down, a calm expression still on his face.
Price: "Now where was I? Oh yes, I was talking about Slam this monday. I have a match against D-Day for my Television championship, a match which I will remind you that I asked for through my open invitation. Now as for D-Day, I will be honest when I say that I know nothing about you. What I do know is that you were in the WAR match for a short time while I was in the ring, and from what I saw you do have a lot of talent. I'll give you props and say that you are easily going to be my toughest challenge yet in my young career. But don't take my kind words as a sign of me going easy on you. See no matter what I might think of you, it all boils down to the simple fact that you are an opponent trying to take my belt away from me. And I happen to like my belt, and hate people that try taking it from me."
Price stands back up once again and walks around to the back of the chair.
Price: "And the thing about people that I hate, well they tend to end up in the hospital eating their dinner through a tube while their loved ones cry at their sides. Are you prepared for that fate D-Day? Are you able to sleep at night knowing that you're about to step in the ring with the most dangerous man in WCF? People think that when I joined up with Torture it was to simply help him keep his title and in return he would help me keep mine. No, no, no. You see the real reason I wanted to join up with Torture was because I wanted to learn from the best in the business. Torture knows exactly what type of person I am and he is the only one that could show me the way to properly tap into my potential. My run before I joined him was successful, but it wasn't what I wanted it to be. Something was missing and it took me weeks to realize that I just wasn't being myself out there in the ring. But now I'm going to bring the real me out there each and every night, and you will all come to know why I'm known as the South Street Menace."
Price moves off to the side, away from the cameras view, and retrieves a cart with a television set and a DVD player on it. He pulls it next to the chair facing the camera.
Price: "I've talked about my past before, my time spent before WCF and before my training at the SPWA. I grew up living the rough life, having to fight for what I wanted on the streets of South Philly. Well thanks to the wonderful internet and sites like YouTube, you fans can finally see what Jay Price was like back in the day."
Price turns on the TV and looks at the screen. The scene showing is of a younger Price standing in an alleyway surrounded by a large group of people all yelling at him and another man that has just entered the circle of people. Price freezes the DVD at that point and looks back at the camera.
Price: "Kimbo Slice may be the most well-known street-fighter on YouTube, but watch closely and you'll quickly realize that fat piece of shit is nothing."
Price looks back at the tv screen and hits play. On the screen Price and the other man are seen stepping up to each other, jawing off about something but it can't be heard over the large crowd. Suddenly Price unloads on the man with a big right hook, sending him sideways. Price doesn't give him a chance to recover, choosing to rush the man and tackling him to the ground. Price quickly gains position on top of him and begins raining blows down onto his face until blood is pouring from his nose and mouth. Price gets up off of him, picks him up, and throws him up against the brick wall. Price pauses it once again and looks back down at the camera.
Price: "At this point I strongly recommend that anyone under the age of 18 and those with weak stomaches look away now."
Price presses play and the scene shown is Price once again throwing punches at the man's head with blood still pouring from various cuts. Price's hands are covered with the blood as he steps back and violently kicks the man in the stomache sending him down onto his hands and knees. Price steps back even further, cocks his head to the side and an evil smirk comes across his face. Price waits until the man slowly raises his head enough to look up at Price. He appears to be trying to beg for mercy but it's lost in the crowd's noise. Price quickly runs straight at the man and nails him with a strong kick to the head that slams the man's head into the brick wall with enough impact to make a sickening cracking sound. Price walks off from the scene, the crowd falling deathly silent and moving quickly out of his way.
Price hits the pause button on the remote and looks back down at the camera.
Price: "That fight was just one of many, many fights that I was a part of. Am I proud of everything that I did back then? No. Would I do it all over again if I had to? F**k yes I would. Everything I did back then I did for a reason, just like I do today. Back then if you wanted to survive you did what it took, including fighting for money and respect, the only two things that made you something. Today I have to fight for my opportunities and I wouldn't have it any other way. I had to earn my title shot by winning a battle royal and I did just that. I had to outperform a previously undefeated wrester in Anastasia Petrova to win that title, and I did just that. Since I won that title I've had to defend, and I did just that. I don't know if you worthless ingrates can see the pattern or not, so let me explain it to you. Everytime I had to do something in the WCF since I arrived, I did it. And this week on Slam I have to do whatever it takes to keep this belt around my waist, so you better believe I will do just that. No DQ means all rules are thrown out the window the minute that bell sounds, which just makes what I already had planned all that much easier for me. D-Day you are just the unfortunate victim that was lined up for me, so whatever happens this Monday, don't take it personally. Take solace in knowing that what I'm going to do, I would have done to anyone that had stepped in the ring with me at that moment."
Price slowly folds up the metal folding chair and sets it off to the side, letting it stand upright against the TV cart. Price reaches down and retrieves the camera, bringing it up to eye level.
Price: "WCF Universe I want you to watch my match very closely. For all of you that boo my so loudly, I want you especially to watch me closely. I want you to see what happens to those that disagree with who I am and what I'm trying to do in the WCF. But don't worry about me pulling a Ron Artest and jumping into the crowd and attacking anyone, I mean even I am more civilized than that. Right cameraguy?"
Price turns the camera away from him and points it downwards to his "cameraguy", another homeless person that has been beaten into a state of total unconciousness. The only difference between him and the other one is that this one has blood pouring out of the back of his head and mouth. He is breathing, but his breaths are short and slow. Price turns the camera back to his face.
Price: "Well it seems that my cameraguy has fallen asleep on the job, how rude. And to think, I pulled him in here off of the street, let him watch me eat a sandwich and chips, and then let him hold my camera for me while I did this interview. I mean I know that the dozen chair shots to the head may have been a little unnecessary, but all of his ramblings about me being the devil were really annoying. But at least he did a decent job propping the camera up for me, and he defiantly wasn't annoying as Hank Brown. Wow what does that say about the status of the WCF's interviewing staff when a guy that's unconcious does a better job than the "lead" interviewer?"
Price slowly shakes his head as he thinks about that.
Price: "Enough talk for tonight, I think it's time I head home. I've got some packing to do before I head out to Madison and a lot of training still left to do. D-Day, you have no idea what I have in store for you, but do show up ready for anything. And if you want to pull a no-show, I'll completely understand you wanting to chicken out, I mean I wouldn't want to face me right now either. Oh and Logan, a quick word with you if I may. I know that you're pissed off with me for bashing in Hector's head with a chair, seeing as how you and him have become so "close" as of late. We'll if you decide for some reason that you want to avenge your lover, feel free to come down to the ring after my match. I'll be more than glad to send you to the hospital to lay in a bed beside your "friend"."
Price smirks into the camera and then drops into the ground causing the camera screen to go black.
