Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2009 23:04:24 GMT -5
WCF recently obtained the following DVD from Jay Price. The DVD contained a self-done promo, recorded on a handheld camera. This is what that DVD contained.
Jay Price is in his home, sprawled out on his couch in the living room watching TV on another rainy night in South Philadelphia. Bored with another re-run of South Park that he's already seen, he begins flipping through the channels.
Price: "Seen it..seen it...Hell no not Glee..seen it...well what do we have here."
On the television Hank Brown is conducting an interview with WCF wrestler D-Day.
Price: "Damn I haven't seen that guy since I destroyed him, he looks like total shit. Let's see what he has to say."
Hank: Hello, I am here with Jay Prices opponent this evening. D-Day. Now D-Day What is your thoughts on the Helloween match this Sunday at Chicago, Illinois at the Allstate Arena.
D-Day: Well Hank, you know what. I’m not going to think that I cant win just because Jay gave me this little cut on my forehead. That isn’t going to stop me on Sunday. Ill be ready. What ever he tries to do, Ill do worse. If he make me bleed, Ill make him regret of ever doing that. I’m not going to be prancing around just because I won a little match that isn’t even that big of a deal; Ok, fine you can say that it was a title match and it was too a big match, but I’m not thinking about the past, I’m thinking about the future. The futures of me, making him bleed all over the ring. I am also going to take that title and shove it in his face.
Hank: Yes, I do believe it will be a very torturous match, indeed. What do you think about Jay suggesting this match?
D-Day: Hank that is another reason why I think Jay Price isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawn. If you get what I mean Hank. I think that he will regret suggesting that match at Helloween, because I am going to insure you that on October 25, will seem like hell to you Jay. That match will never end in your mind Jay. That is all I can possible say about the subject.
Price mutes the TV.
Price: "What the fuck was that? Was that supposed to be intimidation from a man that I left a bloody mess just two weeks ago. D-Day going into that match you were smart in keeping your mouth shut and not talking shit. Now all of the sudden you've grown a set and decide to talk a little trash. Well let me break this down to you in the simplest of ways."
Price reaches over beside him and grabs the WCF Television Title, placing it over his shoulder.
Price: "You see this title belt? You see the name engraved on it? Does this nameplate read "Bitch"? No it reads "Jay Price". Jay Price, the baddest mother fucker to ever step foot in the WCF. And you, a punk that got his head busted open by me, has decided that you are better than me. You think that you have me all figured out, that you know some secret strategy for beating me. Well let me tell you my strategy for this match, it's pretty simple in fact. I'm going to get into the ring with you, and then I'm going to beat the wholly hell out of you. If you think what I did to you before was bad, just wait until you see me on Sunday. I'm going to show you a whole new definition of the word brutality."
Price then gets up and pops a DVD into his PS3.
Price: "Now I got this little piece of promo gold in the mail from our good friend Hank Brown. Apparently he wanted me to be aware of some comments made by the Small Time Jerk-offs and their new addition New Ja- I mean Alex Jones."
Price hits the play button.
Alex- Jay Price and that bitch welcome to hell courtesy of a 187. A Clockwork Orange match and you actually had no idea that the man you loves to go hardcore would be in it did ya. The man from the 409 makes his first appearance inside a WCF ring and its twice in one night. Once later on with my crew and before that in a three way dance for the WCF TV title. What a way to introduce the WCF to the most violent man it has ever seen than with trash cans, crutches, baseball bats and anything else that can be attached to a steel fence on one side of the ring. I assure you blood will flow like the river Jordan.
The clip ends and Price just sits on his couch with a confused look on his face.
Price: "So let me see if I got this straigh...the BTJ brought in a guy who gets a hard-on over weapons and blood? Freaking sweet move putting this guy in my match WCF management. This is why I wanted this match. I wanted the best damn competition and you finally got it right. You saw a match meant for blood and broken bones and you booked a hardcore nutjob to take part in it. The bad news is...you booked your newest talent in a match meant for blood and broken bones. You see what Jonesy doesn't realize is that I'm not the usual bitch thats going to shy away from spilling blood, in fact I've done it quite a few times out there in that ring recently. So go ahead, talk up your game all you want, spit out whatever shit you need to spit out, but none of it is going to mean a damn thing at Helloween. My TV Title is staying around my waist, I can guarantee you that.
Price gets up, TV Title on his shoulder, and looks into the mirror.
Price: "People look at me as though I'm a joke, a charlatan masquerading behind the mask of the ToT. So many still doubt my abilities despite my constant success in the ring. Why is that? Is it fear? Do they fear the change that is inevitable? Are they really that threatened by me? It's not that suprising if that's the case. Why wouldn't people be afraid of me? I'm the future of pro wrestling, that's not just a nickname, that's the exact truth. My abilities are the true epitome of a hybrid wrestler, a powerhouse brawler with the technical skills to rival the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot in the ring. I could knock you out a dozen different ways, or I could simply revel in the pleasure of hearing you scream as I put you through the torture of a submission hold. Jones and D-Day, this sunday you are going to have a front row seat to the future. The fans that will be in attendence, the management in the skyboxes, and the roster back in the locker room, I implore you to make sure you watch closely. You are going to see things you have never imagined come to be. Yes Alex, blood will flow like the river Jordan. It will flow from your veins and out onto the mat as I put you through the most intense match you will ever have. You consider yourself a thug, a gangster, a soldier of the streets. Well soldier, sunday I'm going to put you dead center in the middle of my own personal war, and I hope you're ready. And D-Day, I have no clue what to make of you. I sit here trying to think of any possible reason for you actually wanting to come back for another round with me, and I draw blanks. I can understand you maybe wanting revenge, maybe try defending your honor after I humiliated you. But at the same time you have to know in the back of your head that I am capable of anything. I have no remorse or pity for the weak, so if you think I'll go easy on you this time you need to have your head examined. I said it once before and I will say it once again, the WCF Television Championship is property of Jay Price and it won't be changing hands anytime soon. The day that this belt leaves my waist, is the day that I grow tired of carrying around this extra weight, and I trade it in for something a little more "United States" like. But until that day comes, you two will just have to settle on being more names on the list of losers who couldn't beat me."
Price then walks over to his laptop and logs into YouTube.
Price: "Oh and to steal a bit from the BTJ, I thought I'd share something rather special with you. D-Day and Jones, you think you honestly know what you're getting into, but I want you to be fully aware of what can happen. So please feel free to watch these videos I found just for you."
Jay Price is in his home, sprawled out on his couch in the living room watching TV on another rainy night in South Philadelphia. Bored with another re-run of South Park that he's already seen, he begins flipping through the channels.
Price: "Seen it..seen it...Hell no not Glee..seen it...well what do we have here."
On the television Hank Brown is conducting an interview with WCF wrestler D-Day.
Price: "Damn I haven't seen that guy since I destroyed him, he looks like total shit. Let's see what he has to say."
Hank: Hello, I am here with Jay Prices opponent this evening. D-Day. Now D-Day What is your thoughts on the Helloween match this Sunday at Chicago, Illinois at the Allstate Arena.
D-Day: Well Hank, you know what. I’m not going to think that I cant win just because Jay gave me this little cut on my forehead. That isn’t going to stop me on Sunday. Ill be ready. What ever he tries to do, Ill do worse. If he make me bleed, Ill make him regret of ever doing that. I’m not going to be prancing around just because I won a little match that isn’t even that big of a deal; Ok, fine you can say that it was a title match and it was too a big match, but I’m not thinking about the past, I’m thinking about the future. The futures of me, making him bleed all over the ring. I am also going to take that title and shove it in his face.
Hank: Yes, I do believe it will be a very torturous match, indeed. What do you think about Jay suggesting this match?
D-Day: Hank that is another reason why I think Jay Price isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawn. If you get what I mean Hank. I think that he will regret suggesting that match at Helloween, because I am going to insure you that on October 25, will seem like hell to you Jay. That match will never end in your mind Jay. That is all I can possible say about the subject.
Price mutes the TV.
Price: "What the fuck was that? Was that supposed to be intimidation from a man that I left a bloody mess just two weeks ago. D-Day going into that match you were smart in keeping your mouth shut and not talking shit. Now all of the sudden you've grown a set and decide to talk a little trash. Well let me break this down to you in the simplest of ways."
Price reaches over beside him and grabs the WCF Television Title, placing it over his shoulder.
Price: "You see this title belt? You see the name engraved on it? Does this nameplate read "Bitch"? No it reads "Jay Price". Jay Price, the baddest mother fucker to ever step foot in the WCF. And you, a punk that got his head busted open by me, has decided that you are better than me. You think that you have me all figured out, that you know some secret strategy for beating me. Well let me tell you my strategy for this match, it's pretty simple in fact. I'm going to get into the ring with you, and then I'm going to beat the wholly hell out of you. If you think what I did to you before was bad, just wait until you see me on Sunday. I'm going to show you a whole new definition of the word brutality."
Price then gets up and pops a DVD into his PS3.
Price: "Now I got this little piece of promo gold in the mail from our good friend Hank Brown. Apparently he wanted me to be aware of some comments made by the Small Time Jerk-offs and their new addition New Ja- I mean Alex Jones."
Price hits the play button.
Alex- Jay Price and that bitch welcome to hell courtesy of a 187. A Clockwork Orange match and you actually had no idea that the man you loves to go hardcore would be in it did ya. The man from the 409 makes his first appearance inside a WCF ring and its twice in one night. Once later on with my crew and before that in a three way dance for the WCF TV title. What a way to introduce the WCF to the most violent man it has ever seen than with trash cans, crutches, baseball bats and anything else that can be attached to a steel fence on one side of the ring. I assure you blood will flow like the river Jordan.
The clip ends and Price just sits on his couch with a confused look on his face.
Price: "So let me see if I got this straigh...the BTJ brought in a guy who gets a hard-on over weapons and blood? Freaking sweet move putting this guy in my match WCF management. This is why I wanted this match. I wanted the best damn competition and you finally got it right. You saw a match meant for blood and broken bones and you booked a hardcore nutjob to take part in it. The bad news is...you booked your newest talent in a match meant for blood and broken bones. You see what Jonesy doesn't realize is that I'm not the usual bitch thats going to shy away from spilling blood, in fact I've done it quite a few times out there in that ring recently. So go ahead, talk up your game all you want, spit out whatever shit you need to spit out, but none of it is going to mean a damn thing at Helloween. My TV Title is staying around my waist, I can guarantee you that.
Price gets up, TV Title on his shoulder, and looks into the mirror.
Price: "People look at me as though I'm a joke, a charlatan masquerading behind the mask of the ToT. So many still doubt my abilities despite my constant success in the ring. Why is that? Is it fear? Do they fear the change that is inevitable? Are they really that threatened by me? It's not that suprising if that's the case. Why wouldn't people be afraid of me? I'm the future of pro wrestling, that's not just a nickname, that's the exact truth. My abilities are the true epitome of a hybrid wrestler, a powerhouse brawler with the technical skills to rival the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot in the ring. I could knock you out a dozen different ways, or I could simply revel in the pleasure of hearing you scream as I put you through the torture of a submission hold. Jones and D-Day, this sunday you are going to have a front row seat to the future. The fans that will be in attendence, the management in the skyboxes, and the roster back in the locker room, I implore you to make sure you watch closely. You are going to see things you have never imagined come to be. Yes Alex, blood will flow like the river Jordan. It will flow from your veins and out onto the mat as I put you through the most intense match you will ever have. You consider yourself a thug, a gangster, a soldier of the streets. Well soldier, sunday I'm going to put you dead center in the middle of my own personal war, and I hope you're ready. And D-Day, I have no clue what to make of you. I sit here trying to think of any possible reason for you actually wanting to come back for another round with me, and I draw blanks. I can understand you maybe wanting revenge, maybe try defending your honor after I humiliated you. But at the same time you have to know in the back of your head that I am capable of anything. I have no remorse or pity for the weak, so if you think I'll go easy on you this time you need to have your head examined. I said it once before and I will say it once again, the WCF Television Championship is property of Jay Price and it won't be changing hands anytime soon. The day that this belt leaves my waist, is the day that I grow tired of carrying around this extra weight, and I trade it in for something a little more "United States" like. But until that day comes, you two will just have to settle on being more names on the list of losers who couldn't beat me."
Price then walks over to his laptop and logs into YouTube.
Price: "Oh and to steal a bit from the BTJ, I thought I'd share something rather special with you. D-Day and Jones, you think you honestly know what you're getting into, but I want you to be fully aware of what can happen. So please feel free to watch these videos I found just for you."
