Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2009 15:53:57 GMT -5
Wednesday November 25th
Jay Price is lying casually on his couch in his Philadelphia home, replaying that moment during Slam's main event and smirking at the boos that quickly follow the "shock of all shocks". He lets the scene go until Slickie attacks him from behind and hits the pause button. Price looks over beside him on the couch at the WCF Television Title, almost glowing in the orange light of the fire from the fireplace, and smiles.
Price: "The current number one contender for the World Title....pinned by the lowly Television Champion, oh how that must hurt the pride of poor Slickie T. November just hasn't been his month, from the beating that Greenfever gave him at XIII to being pinned by me last week. Oh how the "elite" of WCF are falling before our eyes, and after this week, the destruction of yet another will begin to unfold."
Price goes to hit the play button again but is interrupted by the sound of his cell phone beeping, signaling a new text message. He sets the remote down beside him and picks up the phone.
Price: "Speaking of which...here's part of the plan now."
Price opens up the phone and reads the text message before sending back a short reply. He closes the phone and sets it down, smirking as he thinks about how his plan has already been put in motion.
Price: "Slam is only the beginning, at One, the WCF universe will see one of it's mightiest fall before their eyes. And then, the true future will become visible to all as the darkness that is Logan is expunged for good."
Thursday November 26th
Price is standing outside of a pleasant home on the front steps, trying to decide if he really wants to go through with this. He recieved the invitation several days ago, and like so many years in the past he carelessly discarded it with no intent of going back there. But this year, for the first time since he left so many years ago, he felt as though he needed to be there. As if some unknown force was drawing him there. Deciding that it was now or never, Price steps up to the front door and rings the bell, secretly hoping that no one answers the door for this "stranger". But alas, Price soon here's the footsteps of someone coming down the hall, accompanied by a "Coming" from a male voice. He quickly thinks of running off into the nearby alley, avoiding the reunion that he has tried to avoid for years now, and just going back home, but before he can the door opens. Standing inside of the doorway is a man in his early 40's wearing a hideous holiday sweater, no doubt handmade, with a large turkey on the front accompanied by the words Happy Thanksgiving.
Man: "Can I help you sir?"
Price: Yeah you can take off that god forsaken sweater and show yourself some dignity. "Well I..."
As Price was trying to answer a woman in her late 30's appears beside the man wearing an apron covered in various stains, no doubt from cooking Thanksgiving dinner. The women goes to say something to the man but stops when she sees Price standing on the doorway. She looks at his face and appears to be thinking deeply before she steps back with her hand over her mouth.
Woman: "Oh my god...Jay? Is that really you?
Price: :Yeah it's me....mom."
Mom: "I didn't think you were coming...I mean you never come. I don't even know if you get the invitations I send out."
Price: "Oh I get them. The guys down at SPWA forward them to me every year."
Mom: "Well come in honey. You're just in time for dinner."
Price steps into the house, following behind his mother and the man that Price has yet to be introduced to. He can only assume that he is yet another one of the many men in his mother's life, another man that she has forced herself to be with in a desperate attempt to fill the void left by Price's late father. She's been doing it for years, sixteen years to be exact, one year less than how long it's been since Price last saw his father. Her constant need to keep a man in the house was just one of so many arguments that lead Price to leave home at such a young age. There were arguments over her alcohol abuse, and over his constant suspensions from school. They argued over the fact that she refused to get a job and stop living off of the state, and they argued about his abuse of alcohol. But mostly they constantly argued over her trying to force him to care for the men she brought into their home and him refusing to even acknowledge them. Price is snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of his mother's voice.
Mom: "Jay..hun did you hear what I said?"
Price: "Sorry I was thinking about something."
Mom: "Oh. Well feel free to put your coat in the living room and then come and join us in the dining room. We have someone that would love to meet you."
Price walks into the living room and places his coat on the rack, looking around at the various pictures on the walls. There are several of his mother and the man who answered the door. They seem so happy as they pose for the camera. Other photos show his mother in her younger years with a child, a boy to be percise. To be even more percise...Jay himself. The proud mother always seems to be smiling in the photos as she looks on at her son.
Price: Why were you always smiling for the camera? Why lie to whoever would view these pictures in the future? "Why would she even keep these around after all of these years?"
Mom: "It's because I love you, despite all of the arguments and all of the anger, and I always will."
Price turns around to see his mother standing in the doorway, watching him.
Price: "Love? Seems as though I remember everything but that growing up in this house. I seem to remember you only ever looking out for you and only paying attention to me when I begged for it."
Mom: "Jay that's not true and you know it. You know deep down that I loved you with all of my heart."
Price: "Mom I'm a grown man now so you can stop with all the bullshit. If you loved me so damn much than why did you constantly try to replace my father with losers off of the streets. Why couldn't you show your love the way normal people do and at least try spending time with me?"
Mom: "I...I...I don't know Jay. Come on sweetie you know that I was going through a rough patch back then."
Price: "And what's up with this guy? Is he just another person in the long line of temporary fill-ins?"
Mom: "No John is a great man and I've been seeing him for the last few years. In fact he was the one that suggested that I start sending invitations to your old wrestling school, in hope that maybe you would come so we could talk."
Price: "Well I'm here now."
Mom: "And we're so glad that you are. Come on in and have a seat."
Price follows his mother down the hallway and into the dining area.
Two Hours Later
Price: "Why the fuck did I even go there? I knew what was going to happen and of course it did."
After going into the dining room for dinner Price's mother soon began to show her old colors as they all shared a bottle of wine. After her third glass, Price's mother began to insult him with all of her old insults. She did everything that Price remembered from his past, even going as far as to insult his dead father before finally passing out in her chair. Price said nothing as he stood up, grabbed his coat and left John to take care of the drunk.
Price: "I knew she wasn't going to change, she never did before and she damn sure won't be doing it in the future, so why did I think she'd be any different today? Fuck I don't need this shit right now."
Price walks over to the bar in his living room and pulls out a full bottle of Jack Daniels. He opens up the top and begins taking large swigs as he heads for his couch.
Price: "Oh Jack don't fail me now."
Price sits alone with only the bottle in his hand and the fire in the fireplace in front of him to keep him company.
Price: "Happy fucking Thanksgiving to me."
Monday November 30th
With temperatures in the high forties and the skies cloudy, Portland seems so much like Philadelphia that Price feels right at home. Standing in his hotel room on the top floor of the Hotel Vintage Plaza overlooking the historic part of Portland, Oregon Jay Price is trying to get into the right mental state for tonight.
Price: "I have to get past what happened on Thursday and not let it distract me tonight. I have to remain focused on the task at hand which is to take out Logan or Hot Dog Mascot, whichever one of those two freaks decides to show up. This whole charade has gone on for too long and will only lead to this business being mocked more than it already is."
Price's phone buzzes on the bed behind him, signaling a new text message. He walks over to the bed and picks it up.
I'm game
Price smiles at the two simple words on his phone's screen.
Price: "Tonight starts the beginning of the end for Logan."
The crowd is cheering Slickie on as Price is trying to get back to his feet. Slickie looking focused patiently waits as Price rises up. Price finally gets to his feet and turns around. Slickie steps forward and gets his leg up but Price ducks it and rolls Slickie up with a schoolboy.
Referee: "One...Two...Three."
Shannan Lerch: "And Price did it! Price pinned Slickie T!"
Referee: "One...Two...Three."
Shannan Lerch: "And Price did it! Price pinned Slickie T!"
Jay Price is lying casually on his couch in his Philadelphia home, replaying that moment during Slam's main event and smirking at the boos that quickly follow the "shock of all shocks". He lets the scene go until Slickie attacks him from behind and hits the pause button. Price looks over beside him on the couch at the WCF Television Title, almost glowing in the orange light of the fire from the fireplace, and smiles.
Price: "The current number one contender for the World Title....pinned by the lowly Television Champion, oh how that must hurt the pride of poor Slickie T. November just hasn't been his month, from the beating that Greenfever gave him at XIII to being pinned by me last week. Oh how the "elite" of WCF are falling before our eyes, and after this week, the destruction of yet another will begin to unfold."
Price goes to hit the play button again but is interrupted by the sound of his cell phone beeping, signaling a new text message. He sets the remote down beside him and picks up the phone.
Price: "Speaking of which...here's part of the plan now."
Price opens up the phone and reads the text message before sending back a short reply. He closes the phone and sets it down, smirking as he thinks about how his plan has already been put in motion.
Price: "Slam is only the beginning, at One, the WCF universe will see one of it's mightiest fall before their eyes. And then, the true future will become visible to all as the darkness that is Logan is expunged for good."
Thursday November 26th
Price is standing outside of a pleasant home on the front steps, trying to decide if he really wants to go through with this. He recieved the invitation several days ago, and like so many years in the past he carelessly discarded it with no intent of going back there. But this year, for the first time since he left so many years ago, he felt as though he needed to be there. As if some unknown force was drawing him there. Deciding that it was now or never, Price steps up to the front door and rings the bell, secretly hoping that no one answers the door for this "stranger". But alas, Price soon here's the footsteps of someone coming down the hall, accompanied by a "Coming" from a male voice. He quickly thinks of running off into the nearby alley, avoiding the reunion that he has tried to avoid for years now, and just going back home, but before he can the door opens. Standing inside of the doorway is a man in his early 40's wearing a hideous holiday sweater, no doubt handmade, with a large turkey on the front accompanied by the words Happy Thanksgiving.
Man: "Can I help you sir?"
Price: Yeah you can take off that god forsaken sweater and show yourself some dignity. "Well I..."
As Price was trying to answer a woman in her late 30's appears beside the man wearing an apron covered in various stains, no doubt from cooking Thanksgiving dinner. The women goes to say something to the man but stops when she sees Price standing on the doorway. She looks at his face and appears to be thinking deeply before she steps back with her hand over her mouth.
Woman: "Oh my god...Jay? Is that really you?
Price: :Yeah it's me....mom."
Mom: "I didn't think you were coming...I mean you never come. I don't even know if you get the invitations I send out."
Price: "Oh I get them. The guys down at SPWA forward them to me every year."
Mom: "Well come in honey. You're just in time for dinner."
Price steps into the house, following behind his mother and the man that Price has yet to be introduced to. He can only assume that he is yet another one of the many men in his mother's life, another man that she has forced herself to be with in a desperate attempt to fill the void left by Price's late father. She's been doing it for years, sixteen years to be exact, one year less than how long it's been since Price last saw his father. Her constant need to keep a man in the house was just one of so many arguments that lead Price to leave home at such a young age. There were arguments over her alcohol abuse, and over his constant suspensions from school. They argued over the fact that she refused to get a job and stop living off of the state, and they argued about his abuse of alcohol. But mostly they constantly argued over her trying to force him to care for the men she brought into their home and him refusing to even acknowledge them. Price is snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of his mother's voice.
Mom: "Jay..hun did you hear what I said?"
Price: "Sorry I was thinking about something."
Mom: "Oh. Well feel free to put your coat in the living room and then come and join us in the dining room. We have someone that would love to meet you."
Price walks into the living room and places his coat on the rack, looking around at the various pictures on the walls. There are several of his mother and the man who answered the door. They seem so happy as they pose for the camera. Other photos show his mother in her younger years with a child, a boy to be percise. To be even more percise...Jay himself. The proud mother always seems to be smiling in the photos as she looks on at her son.
Price: Why were you always smiling for the camera? Why lie to whoever would view these pictures in the future? "Why would she even keep these around after all of these years?"
Mom: "It's because I love you, despite all of the arguments and all of the anger, and I always will."
Price turns around to see his mother standing in the doorway, watching him.
Price: "Love? Seems as though I remember everything but that growing up in this house. I seem to remember you only ever looking out for you and only paying attention to me when I begged for it."
Mom: "Jay that's not true and you know it. You know deep down that I loved you with all of my heart."
Price: "Mom I'm a grown man now so you can stop with all the bullshit. If you loved me so damn much than why did you constantly try to replace my father with losers off of the streets. Why couldn't you show your love the way normal people do and at least try spending time with me?"
Mom: "I...I...I don't know Jay. Come on sweetie you know that I was going through a rough patch back then."
Price: "And what's up with this guy? Is he just another person in the long line of temporary fill-ins?"
Mom: "No John is a great man and I've been seeing him for the last few years. In fact he was the one that suggested that I start sending invitations to your old wrestling school, in hope that maybe you would come so we could talk."
Price: "Well I'm here now."
Mom: "And we're so glad that you are. Come on in and have a seat."
Price follows his mother down the hallway and into the dining area.
Two Hours Later
Price: "Why the fuck did I even go there? I knew what was going to happen and of course it did."
After going into the dining room for dinner Price's mother soon began to show her old colors as they all shared a bottle of wine. After her third glass, Price's mother began to insult him with all of her old insults. She did everything that Price remembered from his past, even going as far as to insult his dead father before finally passing out in her chair. Price said nothing as he stood up, grabbed his coat and left John to take care of the drunk.
Price: "I knew she wasn't going to change, she never did before and she damn sure won't be doing it in the future, so why did I think she'd be any different today? Fuck I don't need this shit right now."
Price walks over to the bar in his living room and pulls out a full bottle of Jack Daniels. He opens up the top and begins taking large swigs as he heads for his couch.
Price: "Oh Jack don't fail me now."
Price sits alone with only the bottle in his hand and the fire in the fireplace in front of him to keep him company.
Price: "Happy fucking Thanksgiving to me."
Monday November 30th
With temperatures in the high forties and the skies cloudy, Portland seems so much like Philadelphia that Price feels right at home. Standing in his hotel room on the top floor of the Hotel Vintage Plaza overlooking the historic part of Portland, Oregon Jay Price is trying to get into the right mental state for tonight.
Price: "I have to get past what happened on Thursday and not let it distract me tonight. I have to remain focused on the task at hand which is to take out Logan or Hot Dog Mascot, whichever one of those two freaks decides to show up. This whole charade has gone on for too long and will only lead to this business being mocked more than it already is."
Price's phone buzzes on the bed behind him, signaling a new text message. He walks over to the bed and picks it up.
I'm game
Price smiles at the two simple words on his phone's screen.
Price: "Tonight starts the beginning of the end for Logan."
