Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2009 22:07:22 GMT -5
A young man in his early twenties is sitting in a metal folding chair, bound to it by ropes around his wrists and ankles. The man's face is a mess of sweat and blood and covered in bruises. The man's clothes are torn and bloody. This man has quite simply been through hell and is barely living after it. As the man sits he is heard mumbling random words.
Man: "What...I....did....nothing...why...you....never..me"
As the man's head is down a large man wearing a terrifying clown's mask enters the room, slamming the heavy door behind him. The man reaches and pulls a string illuminating the room in an eerie red glow from a single light bulb above the man's chair.
Man: "Wh.."
As the man tries to speak the masked man punches him directly in the nose causing a wound that was beginning to heal to bust open again. Blood rushes out of the nose and down the man's face, over his lips and onto his clothing. The masked man raises a single finger to his masked mouth signaling for the bound man to keep his mouth shut. The masked man then reaches into his pocket and produces a switchblade which he proceeds to extend. He holds the knife up under the red light giving it the illusion that there is blood all over the knife....or maybe there is blood on it. The bound man looks up in fear but doesn't make a sound. The masked man looks down at him and his expression is hidden behind the sadistic grin of the clown's mask. The man leans down real close to the bound man's ear and whispers to him.
Masked Man (whispering): "Shhh..don't worry Steven, I'll make sure this all over quickly so it won't hurt as much."
The masked man stands up and begins tracing lines on the man's neck with the tip of the knife, occasionally adding bits of pressure causing fresh blood to appear.
The bound man suddenly begins to scream for help as he realizes that this man is going to kill him right here in this dark room. The masked man once again punches him, this time in the stomach and all of the noise ceases.
Masked Man: "I told you to keep the noise down Steven. Why can't you just do what you are told? Why must you do things your own way? You are no longer in control of your life or your fate and you need to realize that. Outside of this room you may be a powerful executive with money, cars and a family. The true American dream. But Steven I know things about you. Things that could destroy you and your reputation. But no need to fret my friend, I will not allow these things to become public knowledge. Instead of letting them destroy you, I think I'll take the pleasure in doing it myself."
Suddenly the man in the clown mask pulls back the arm with the knife and...
Man: "What...I....did....nothing...why...you....never..me"
As the man's head is down a large man wearing a terrifying clown's mask enters the room, slamming the heavy door behind him. The man reaches and pulls a string illuminating the room in an eerie red glow from a single light bulb above the man's chair.
Man: "Wh.."
As the man tries to speak the masked man punches him directly in the nose causing a wound that was beginning to heal to bust open again. Blood rushes out of the nose and down the man's face, over his lips and onto his clothing. The masked man raises a single finger to his masked mouth signaling for the bound man to keep his mouth shut. The masked man then reaches into his pocket and produces a switchblade which he proceeds to extend. He holds the knife up under the red light giving it the illusion that there is blood all over the knife....or maybe there is blood on it. The bound man looks up in fear but doesn't make a sound. The masked man looks down at him and his expression is hidden behind the sadistic grin of the clown's mask. The man leans down real close to the bound man's ear and whispers to him.
Masked Man (whispering): "Shhh..don't worry Steven, I'll make sure this all over quickly so it won't hurt as much."
The masked man stands up and begins tracing lines on the man's neck with the tip of the knife, occasionally adding bits of pressure causing fresh blood to appear.
The bound man suddenly begins to scream for help as he realizes that this man is going to kill him right here in this dark room. The masked man once again punches him, this time in the stomach and all of the noise ceases.
Masked Man: "I told you to keep the noise down Steven. Why can't you just do what you are told? Why must you do things your own way? You are no longer in control of your life or your fate and you need to realize that. Outside of this room you may be a powerful executive with money, cars and a family. The true American dream. But Steven I know things about you. Things that could destroy you and your reputation. But no need to fret my friend, I will not allow these things to become public knowledge. Instead of letting them destroy you, I think I'll take the pleasure in doing it myself."
Suddenly the man in the clown mask pulls back the arm with the knife and...
Jay Price awakens from his nap. He looks around and realizes that he is still in his home, in his living room, and he must have dozed off while watching TV.
Price: "Such a realistic dream. It was like I was that demented clown."
Price laughs at the idea of him being a serial killer dressed as a clown and wonders if he should go as that for Halloween. He gets up off of the couch and walks out to his kitchen. He opens up his refrigerator and pulls himself out a beer. As he walks back towards the living room he notices his cell phone light on signaling a message and he checks it. Price chuckles at yet another random drunk text from Lerch and takes a seat back on his couch. On the television screen the movie IT is playing.
Price: "That explains the psycho clown dream."
Price sits back and enjoys the movie for a few minutes before his phone vibrates signaling yet another message. Seems as though there is a pre-Halloween party going on tonight and everyone wants an appearance from the champ before he heads out west for Slam. He texts back that he will show up around 10 or 11pm and that he'll be heading out to find a costume for the party. Price takes a look at the clock which reads 4pm and decides he better grab a shower before heading out. After the shower and getting dressed Price drives off into downtown Philly to search for the perfect Halloween costume. After an hour of searching Price stumbles across something that makes him do a double take. Sitting on the shelf in front of him is the exact mask that he saw in his dream. A white face, a sadistic red grin opened to reveal yellow bloodstained teeth, wild orange hair, and black and red makeup around the eyes. Price grabs the mask and pays for it along with the matching clown top and bottom.
A few hours later at the Halloween party
Price is at the party and is getting all sorts of attention from the crowd. So much attention that it is in fact becoming nauseating. Price decides to step outside on the deck with his beer in hand and get away from the large crowd. The dark night air offers the quiet that Price loves so. Price takes the mask off of his head and sets it down on the railing in front him. As he drinks his beer he looks down at the mask and can't help but think about the dream he had earlier. It seemed so real. It was like he really was there in that room, wearing that mask, holding that knife to some guys throat. As Price is in deep thought a loud commotion from inside of the house gets his attention. Price steps back through the sliding glass doors, mask in hand, and sees that one of the other party goers is drunk and trying to pick a fight. The man, dressed up as the Wolfman is staggering about the room yelling loudly at a man and woman on the other side of the room. Nobody is making any effort in trying to calm the wolfman down so Price decides to intervene. He steps up to the man and tries to usher him out of the door. The wolfman becomes enraged and punches Price in the chest, clearly not realizing who he is. Price's calm demeanor changes rather quickly and he roughly grabs the man by the head. Price drags him over to the nearby bay window and proceeds to throw him through it and out onto the lawn. Price climbs out through the window and grabs the man by the legs, pulling him towards his car on the street. Price opens the trunk and picks the man up and throws him in. Price looks around quickly and jumps into the drivers seat and takes off.
An hour later
The wolfman awakens in a dark room, bound to a chair by ropes around his wrists and ankles. As he tries to struggle against the ropes a door is opened and Price walks through with his mask on his face.
Wolfman: "What the fuck man? You can't do this to me it's against the law. Untie me now."
Price cocks his head slightly to the side and stares at him with emotionless eyes through the mask.
Wolfman: "Are you deaf you dumbass? Untie me now."
Price steps forward and punches the man directly in the stomach forcing the air out of him. Price reaches up and pulls off the mask so that the wolfman can see who he is fucking with tonight. The wolfman looks up and is prepared to start talking again before he sees Price's face. The man goes dead silent as he realizes the danger that he is in. Price pulls a switchblade out from his pocket and extends it before waving it in the face of the wolfman. Price suddenly throws the knife off to the side.
Price: "I don't need fucking weapons to install pain. I may love the feeling of steel vibrating off of skull, but I love the feeling of my fist hitting skin even more."
Price cocks his fist back aiming directly at the man's head and...
Jay Price awakens from a deep sleep in his bed. The beautiful brunette from the previous night is still there and still rather tired for some reason. Price shakes his head as he tries to collect his thoughts after such an odd dream. He sits up in his bed and tries to make sense out of all the strange dreams that he's been having. The multiple references to a "Steven" have to be a reference to Steve Carr so Price deduces that the dreams are due to his anxiousness about his upcoming match. Of course for Price there is no real reason to be anxious, after all in Price's mind Carr is merely a broken down veteran trying to reclaim his once glorious past. Price can respect the career of Carr but that's as far as his niceness will extend. Once the bell rings career accomplishments never mean anything. All that matters is who wins and who loses and Price does not lose.
