Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 2:15:35 GMT -5
Tuesday December 1st
Price: That's right people, as of today I am officially the greatest Television Champion in the history of the WCF. Say whatever you want about me, but there is no denying the fact that their isn't a single person today that can touch this title reign. And as long as Seth Lerch keeps booking the same people each week as my opponent, then this title is guaranteed to never change. So for anyone that thinks that they can take this title off of my waist, I strongly suggest you start to step your game up.
Hank Brown: All right Jay I think we got the footage you wanted. Is there anything else you wanted.
[This part is inside of Jay Price's living room, with Hank Brown, Jay Price and a cameraman. Beside Price is the whiteboard that he first showed Hank over three weeks ago, the day that he first started the countdown to when his name would top the list.]
Price: Nah I wanted to keep this short and simple for now. But lemme get a look at the footage real quick before you leave.
[The cameraman comes over and proceeds to run the playback of the interview. Price watches and nods.]
Price: Looks good as always Hank.
Hank: Just doing my job.
Price: And a fine job as always.
Hank: You're drunk aren't you?
Price: What makes you say that?
Hank: Well the half empty bottle of Bacardi over there on the bar was my first clue. And then there was the fact that you haven't made fun of me once tonight.
Price: Oh. Well then get the fuck out you no talent loser.
Hank: Much better. See you next week Jay.
[Hank Brown and the cameraman gather up the last bits of their equipment and leave as Price refills his glass with another rum and coke.]
Price: Pssh, who the hell is he calling drunk. I mean really, I finally try to be nice to the poor sap and he pulls some shit like that. You know what, the next time I see him I'm going to bitch slap that bitch.
[Price kicks back on his couch and eventually falls asleep, still wearing his street clothes and sneakers.]
Thursday December 3nd
Female Voice: Mr. Price we're never going to get anywhere if you don't open up about your feelings.
Price: Well if I had it my way we wouldn't be discussing our feelings.
Female: Yes we've been through this plenty of times. But you know that the judge would love nothing more than to put you away. You're very lucky your lawyers were able to get your sentence reduced to only going to anger management counseling.
[The part is set inside of a Price's psychiatrist's office. Price has had to come here once a week for the past month after an "incident" got him into a little trouble with the law. The judge, a complete prick, decided a few sessions of anger management therapy would do him good.]
Price: Fine if it will get me out of having to come here....I'll "open" (Price does air quotes) up.
Female: Fantastic. So Jay why do think you're so angry all of the time?
Price: Probably because there's so many idiots in the world.
Female: Too many idiots?
Price: Yeah..for some reason anytime I see a stupid person, I just want to hit them.
Female: You do realize that's unhealthy...right?
Price: Meh..it relaxes me.
Female: Okay...
[The doctor scribbles down some notes in her notebook.]
Female: You know what, we can discuss that in more detail in another session. So, what are you doing right now for work.
Price: Wrestling.
Female: Wrestling?
Price: Yeah.
Female: Wrestling?
Price: That's what I said.
[The doctor simply shakes her head and continues to write things down in her notebook.]
Female: Have you ever considered a different line of work? I mean professional wrestling may not be the best career path with someone who has all of these anger issues.
Price: You know what Doc you're absolutely right. I should be working in a teddy bear factory, stuffing each cuddly bear with cotton and love. Or maybe I should drive an ice cream truck and bring joy to all the little boys and girls of the world.
Female: Now see those are same great ideas.
Price: Yeah there's just one problem.
Female: Oh? And what's that?
Price: I'm not some fucking pansy. Look at me, do I look like a damn ice cream man? Do I look like someone who wants to stuff anything besides a hot drunk blonde behind the dumpster of some nightclub? Fuck no. I've always been a wrestler and no amount of nonsense from some quack is going to change that.
Female: Well...I think our hours up. Let's resume this next week, same time.
Price: Fine with me. Later Doc.
[Price gets up and walks out the door, leaving the doctor to scribble more notes down in her notebook.]
Female: Dear god...I feel like I need a drink now.
4 Hours Later
[This scene is back inside of Price's house, this time up in his bedroom. Price is propped up against the headboard, staring at the TV as he talks on his cell phone.]
Price: Yeah I know nobody's seen or heard from him in a while.
*silence*
Price: Are you serious? Do you really think I'm worried about that piece of shit?
*silence*
Price: You're one to talk, you actually dated that loser.
*silence*
Price: Oh such a dirty mouth for a lady.
*silence*
Price: Nice. Why don't you come over and prove it?
*silence*
Price: All right call me when you get here.
[Price hangs up the phone and places it on the stand beside the bed.]
Price: Damn it's like this girl never got laid in her life. I mean I'm not one to complain about getting some action, but the way she acts it's like she's never been with a real man.
Friday December 4th
[This part is set inside of a local Philadelphia bar and grill and finds Price and Hank Brown sitting at the bar having a few drinks.]
Hank: Well Jay I have to admit I'm a little surprised that you invited me out for few drinks. I was under the impression that you didn't like me.
Price: Ah Hank don't talk like that. You know for a fact I don't like you. To be honest the only reason I invited you out was so that I could give you something.
Hank: Really? What?
Price: This..
[Price reaches over and bitch slaps Hank off of his stool and down to the ground.]
Price: That's for acting like an ass the other night. I was actually trying to be nice to you and you had the nerve to call me a drunk.
Hank: But you were drinking and you're never nice to me. What else was I supposed to think?
Price: Drunk or not, you should never act like that in front of me. Come on Hank, use that peanut in your head that you call a brain.
Hank: Fair enough.
[Hank goes to sit back down but Price knocks the bar stool over and shakes his head no.]
Price: Go away.
Hank: Bu...
[Price turns around and looks Hank in the eyes.]
Price: Go...Away.
[Hank throws some money on the bar to pay for his drinks and takes off.]
Price: God damn I hate that bastard.
Late Friday Night/Early Saturday Morning
[Price is back home and lying in bed beside Shannan, watching TV and talking about things.]
Shannan: So you all ready for Monday night.
Price: Meh..not really much to get ready for. Just another match, like all the rest of them.
Shannan: But Petrova is tough.
Price: Yeah maybe when she's facing off against a couple of jobbers.
Shannan: True.
Price: Besides, the only thing I have on my mind right now is Logan. This match at One is going to be the match that defines my career. This is going to be the one that takes me from rookie sensation to legitimate superstar.
Shannan: Baby you're already a superstar.
Price: Yeah I'm talking about in the ring, not the bedroom.
Shannan: Oh.
Price: So you think what I have planned is going to get under his skin?
Shannan: Let's see, you cost him the US Title, mock him on a weekly basis, and are now banging the only woman to ever love him. I'm pretty sure you're already under his skin.
Price: You're right. I'm already under his skin. I guess all that's left is to break him down physically to the point he has to retire.
Shannan: Oh I love it when you talk all angry like that.
Price: Damn woman, you're worse than me.
[Price reaches over and turns off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.]
- Jay Price - 2 Months 11 Days
- JJ Biggs - 2 Months 10 Days
- Bobby Cairo - 2 Months 2 Days
Price: That's right people, as of today I am officially the greatest Television Champion in the history of the WCF. Say whatever you want about me, but there is no denying the fact that their isn't a single person today that can touch this title reign. And as long as Seth Lerch keeps booking the same people each week as my opponent, then this title is guaranteed to never change. So for anyone that thinks that they can take this title off of my waist, I strongly suggest you start to step your game up.
Hank Brown: All right Jay I think we got the footage you wanted. Is there anything else you wanted.
[This part is inside of Jay Price's living room, with Hank Brown, Jay Price and a cameraman. Beside Price is the whiteboard that he first showed Hank over three weeks ago, the day that he first started the countdown to when his name would top the list.]
Price: Nah I wanted to keep this short and simple for now. But lemme get a look at the footage real quick before you leave.
[The cameraman comes over and proceeds to run the playback of the interview. Price watches and nods.]
Price: Looks good as always Hank.
Hank: Just doing my job.
Price: And a fine job as always.
Hank: You're drunk aren't you?
Price: What makes you say that?
Hank: Well the half empty bottle of Bacardi over there on the bar was my first clue. And then there was the fact that you haven't made fun of me once tonight.
Price: Oh. Well then get the fuck out you no talent loser.
Hank: Much better. See you next week Jay.
[Hank Brown and the cameraman gather up the last bits of their equipment and leave as Price refills his glass with another rum and coke.]
Price: Pssh, who the hell is he calling drunk. I mean really, I finally try to be nice to the poor sap and he pulls some shit like that. You know what, the next time I see him I'm going to bitch slap that bitch.
[Price kicks back on his couch and eventually falls asleep, still wearing his street clothes and sneakers.]
Thursday December 3nd
- 2 Months 12 Days
Price: Well if I had it my way we wouldn't be discussing our feelings.
Female: Yes we've been through this plenty of times. But you know that the judge would love nothing more than to put you away. You're very lucky your lawyers were able to get your sentence reduced to only going to anger management counseling.
[The part is set inside of a Price's psychiatrist's office. Price has had to come here once a week for the past month after an "incident" got him into a little trouble with the law. The judge, a complete prick, decided a few sessions of anger management therapy would do him good.]
Price: Fine if it will get me out of having to come here....I'll "open" (Price does air quotes) up.
Female: Fantastic. So Jay why do think you're so angry all of the time?
Price: Probably because there's so many idiots in the world.
Female: Too many idiots?
Price: Yeah..for some reason anytime I see a stupid person, I just want to hit them.
Female: You do realize that's unhealthy...right?
Price: Meh..it relaxes me.
Female: Okay...
[The doctor scribbles down some notes in her notebook.]
Female: You know what, we can discuss that in more detail in another session. So, what are you doing right now for work.
Price: Wrestling.
Female: Wrestling?
Price: Yeah.
Female: Wrestling?
Price: That's what I said.
[The doctor simply shakes her head and continues to write things down in her notebook.]
Female: Have you ever considered a different line of work? I mean professional wrestling may not be the best career path with someone who has all of these anger issues.
Price: You know what Doc you're absolutely right. I should be working in a teddy bear factory, stuffing each cuddly bear with cotton and love. Or maybe I should drive an ice cream truck and bring joy to all the little boys and girls of the world.
Female: Now see those are same great ideas.
Price: Yeah there's just one problem.
Female: Oh? And what's that?
Price: I'm not some fucking pansy. Look at me, do I look like a damn ice cream man? Do I look like someone who wants to stuff anything besides a hot drunk blonde behind the dumpster of some nightclub? Fuck no. I've always been a wrestler and no amount of nonsense from some quack is going to change that.
Female: Well...I think our hours up. Let's resume this next week, same time.
Price: Fine with me. Later Doc.
[Price gets up and walks out the door, leaving the doctor to scribble more notes down in her notebook.]
Female: Dear god...I feel like I need a drink now.
4 Hours Later
[This scene is back inside of Price's house, this time up in his bedroom. Price is propped up against the headboard, staring at the TV as he talks on his cell phone.]
Price: Yeah I know nobody's seen or heard from him in a while.
*silence*
Price: Are you serious? Do you really think I'm worried about that piece of shit?
*silence*
Price: You're one to talk, you actually dated that loser.
*silence*
Price: Oh such a dirty mouth for a lady.
*silence*
Price: Nice. Why don't you come over and prove it?
*silence*
Price: All right call me when you get here.
[Price hangs up the phone and places it on the stand beside the bed.]
Price: Damn it's like this girl never got laid in her life. I mean I'm not one to complain about getting some action, but the way she acts it's like she's never been with a real man.
Friday December 4th
[This part is set inside of a local Philadelphia bar and grill and finds Price and Hank Brown sitting at the bar having a few drinks.]
Hank: Well Jay I have to admit I'm a little surprised that you invited me out for few drinks. I was under the impression that you didn't like me.
Price: Ah Hank don't talk like that. You know for a fact I don't like you. To be honest the only reason I invited you out was so that I could give you something.
Hank: Really? What?
Price: This..
[Price reaches over and bitch slaps Hank off of his stool and down to the ground.]
Price: That's for acting like an ass the other night. I was actually trying to be nice to you and you had the nerve to call me a drunk.
Hank: But you were drinking and you're never nice to me. What else was I supposed to think?
Price: Drunk or not, you should never act like that in front of me. Come on Hank, use that peanut in your head that you call a brain.
Hank: Fair enough.
[Hank goes to sit back down but Price knocks the bar stool over and shakes his head no.]
Price: Go away.
Hank: Bu...
[Price turns around and looks Hank in the eyes.]
Price: Go...Away.
[Hank throws some money on the bar to pay for his drinks and takes off.]
Price: God damn I hate that bastard.
Late Friday Night/Early Saturday Morning
[Price is back home and lying in bed beside Shannan, watching TV and talking about things.]
Shannan: So you all ready for Monday night.
Price: Meh..not really much to get ready for. Just another match, like all the rest of them.
Shannan: But Petrova is tough.
Price: Yeah maybe when she's facing off against a couple of jobbers.
Shannan: True.
Price: Besides, the only thing I have on my mind right now is Logan. This match at One is going to be the match that defines my career. This is going to be the one that takes me from rookie sensation to legitimate superstar.
Shannan: Baby you're already a superstar.
Price: Yeah I'm talking about in the ring, not the bedroom.
Shannan: Oh.
Price: So you think what I have planned is going to get under his skin?
Shannan: Let's see, you cost him the US Title, mock him on a weekly basis, and are now banging the only woman to ever love him. I'm pretty sure you're already under his skin.
Price: You're right. I'm already under his skin. I guess all that's left is to break him down physically to the point he has to retire.
Shannan: Oh I love it when you talk all angry like that.
Price: Damn woman, you're worse than me.
[Price reaches over and turns off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.]