Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2009 1:46:13 GMT -5
[The scene opens on a crowded sidewalk in downtown Philadelphia. A light snow has begun to fall on the people, rushing about in heavy coats and scarves while trying to stay warm and dry. As the camera begins to move down the sidewalk through the crowds, the voice of the cameraman can be heard occasionally asking people for directions. He turns right at the next block and begins walking down the street. Up ahead a black 2009 Cadillac SRX pulls up to the sidewalk and parks. The driver's door opens and out steps Jay Price, wearing a hooded black leather jacket and blue jeans with a pair of tan Timberland boots. The cameraman stands at the corner, waiting for the "Walk" light to flash. He begins yelling to try and get Price's attention.]
Cameraman: JAY! JAY OVER HERE! JAAAY!
[Price ignores him as he shuts the driver's door and walks around to the back of the vehicle. He opens it up and pulls out a black duffel bag before shutting it and stepping up onto the sidewalk. The light finally flashes "Walk" and the cameraman takes off across the street and down the sidewalk towards Price.]
Cameraman (Gasping for air): J..J..Jay....
Price: Damn it. What the hell do you want?
Cameraman (Still out of breath):I..I tried calling for you.
Price: I know but as you can see I'm rather busy at the moment.
[Price turns to head into the building behind the cameraman and he attempts to follow. Price opens the door and stops in the doorway.]
Price: Do not follow me.
[Price enters and lets the door shut from behind him. He walks down a hallway and then turns through another doorway, out of the camera's site. The cameraman waits a few minutes and cautiously opens the door, walking quietly as he can down the hallway. From the other room a conversation between Price and another man can be heard.]
Man: What are you doing back here Jay? I told you before that I wanted nothing to do with you anymore.
Price: I know what you said..but I need your help.
Man: You need my help? What happened to the superman that you became? What's wrong..did your invincibility finally wear off?
Price: Look I came here for your help, not to get mocked.
Man: You want my help, then you do things my way. All of that bullshit and trash talking ended at the door. You got it?
Price: Yeah.
Man: Go get changed and then get your ass back here.
[The cameraman peeks around the doorway and watches as Price disappears into another room marked "Locker Room". Standing in front of large blue mat, with his back turned to the camera, stands a man wearing black sweatpants and no t-shirt.]
Man: And what the hell do you want?
[The cameraman slinks back out of view, even though his presence has already been noticed.]
Man: You might as well get over here now.
[The cameraman cautiously makes his way into the room and the man turns around.]
Man: So what do you want?
Cameraman: Well I was trying to get an interview with Jay Price earlier but he ducked in here, saying not to follow him.
Man: And you did anyway?
[The camera nods up and down.]
Man: Then I suggest you get the hell out of here before he spots you. Go over there to my office..you can watch through the blinds and get some footage.
[The cameraman heads over to the office just as Price emerges from the locker room in his wrestling gear.]
Man: So you really want my help?
[Price simply nods yes.]
Man: Then get over there on the heavy bag and start working your ass off. I'm going to go and make a few phone calls. See if I can maybe get an opponent down here.
[Price heads over to the heavy bag and begins working out, hitting it with series after series of punches, kicks and knees. The man comes over to the office and picks up a cell phone off the desk. He dials a number and holds it up to his ear.]
Man: Hey how you feeling today?
*Silence*
Man: You want to get a workout today?
*Silence*
Man: I've got someone down here I'd like you to work with.
*Silence*
Man: A nice one on one match with Jay Price.
*Silence*
Man: No I'm not bullshitting you. He's down here looking to get ready for next week and I thought I'd give him a little surprise.
*Silence*
Man: Good to hear. Get down here in about an hour.
*Silence*
Man: You want to get a workout today?
*Silence*
Man: I've got someone down here I'd like you to work with.
*Silence*
Man: A nice one on one match with Jay Price.
*Silence*
Man: No I'm not bullshitting you. He's down here looking to get ready for next week and I thought I'd give him a little surprise.
*Silence*
Man: Good to hear. Get down here in about an hour.
[The man hangs up and smiles at the cameraman.]
Man: He wants a workout..he's going to get a workout.
[The man then proceeds to make 4 more phone calls, all with the same success. After making the last call the man sets the phone back down on the desk and walks out of the office. He heads over to Price who is still working out on the bags, his face and body dripping sweat.]
Man: I see you still have that intensity..that's good.
[Price simply nods as he continues on.]
Man: You can take a break now. Go and get yourself some water and then in 5 minutes I want you on the mat. I have a little surprise for you.
[Price grabs a water bottle and sits down on a nearby bench, trying to catch his breath momentarily.]
5 Minutes Later
[Price is on the mat pumping himself up, shaking his arms loose as he rolls his neck. The man comes out of a room behind Price with a smile on his face.]
Man: You ready?
[Price nods.]
Man: Good. Come on out here.
[From the back room comes 4 men.]
Man: Each one of these men is a current student of mine. Each of them recieved the same training as you, and dare I say some of them are doing a hell of a lot more with it than you. You're going to go one on one with each of them and then, if you're still alive, I have a special surprise waiting for you in the back.
[The first of the four men, named Connor, walks onto the mat, followed by the man.]
Man: I'll be acting as the referee so don't even try any of that bullshit you normally pull in your matches. You try to pull a fast one on me and you're out of here.
[Price nods.]
Man: All right, lets get on with it.
Match 1
[Both men circle each other before tieing up. Jay goes for the waist lock but Connor counters it with a waist lock of his own. Jay then reverses it with an standing arm lock. Connor is now down on one knee as Jay wrenches his arm. Connor manages to counter it by doing a couple of flips on the mat before turning it into an arm wrench of his own. Jay is on one knee as Connor wrenches his arm. Jay fights to loosen the hold, hitting him with a kick to the legs. He then pulls his arm off of Connor’s clutches before hitting him with a forearm to the face. Connor backs off and Jay hits him with a perfectly executed standing dropkick. Connor drops to the mat and Jay goes for the pin. The man drops down and counts.]
Man: One..Tw
[Connor kicks out and Price rolls off of him. He grabs Connor's legs and flips over for another pin attempt.]
Man: One..Tw
[Connor kicks out again and Price rolls off. Price gets to his feet and stares at Connor as he tries to get up. He manages to rise to his hands and knees before Price runs and hits him with the Hit and Run. Price drops on top of him and goes for the pinfall.]
Man: One..Two..Three.
[Price gets up with a grin on his face as Connor crawls off of the mat.]
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Man: Congratulations on your first win. Number 2 is about to start.
[Matches 2, 3 and 4 all end with Price winning. By the end of match 4 he is obviously tired and is sweating heavily.]
Man: Go ahead and take yourself a 10 minute break. I have to go take care of something.
[The man comes back into the office where the cameraman has been watching the whole time.]
Man: You been enjoying youself?
[The camera nods.]
Man: Good. Make sure you get all the footage from the next match. I have a feeling it's going to be quite...interesting.
[The man grins and heads over to the door leading to the back. He walks in and comes back out a few minutes later as Price is heading back onto the mat.]
Man: You ready?
[Price nods.]
Man: You better be. Jay let me introduce your fifth and final opponent for today. I'm sure you'll remember him from your days here. In fact if I'm not mistaken, you two were quite close.
[Price has a confused look on his face as he tries to think of who he's talking about. His face suddenly turns to one of concern as he realizes what's going on. From behind the man walks out an individual that Price knows quite well, Price's former best friend and tag team partner Antonio Evans.]
Price: What the fuck is this?
Man: You said you wanted a real workout. Well I could think of no one better than my best student.
Price: Your best student? Are you fucking serious? I'm you're best student ever, not this sorry sack of shit.
Evans: Who are you calling a sack of shit. Last time I saw, you were about to cry because you cost yourself your own title.
Price: You need to watch your match Anthony. At least I was able to get into a real ring. What have you been doing?
Evans: Well for starters, not looking like an asshole every week on national television. And secondly, I haven't been walking around with my lips on some paper champions ass.
Price: You know what, fuck both of you.
[Price goes to leave.]
Man: What's the matter Jay? Are you afraid of young Anthony here? If you're afraid to face him, then what does that say about your match with Logan.
[Price stops in his tracks and turns around.]
Price: Fine. Let's get this shit over with.
Match 5
[As soon as Evans steps on the mat, he and Price lock up. Price tries to apply a headlock but Evans slips out of it and applies a sleeper hold. Price, using his hands under Evans' arms, is able to loosen up the grip enough to escape. Price grabs hold of Evans and takes him to the mat with an armdrag. He keeps hold of the arm and turns it into an armbar. Evans is able to counter with a leg scissors around Price's head, the pressure eventually becoming enough to cause Price to let go. Both men get to their feet and a staredown ensues.]
Man: Hey you all need to get out here and watch this. You too cameraguy.
[The other four wrestlers come out of the locker room in their street clothes. The cameraman exits the office and automatically moves in for a better shot. They all watch on as Price and Evans continue to brawl on the mat. The two are trading shots, lefts for lefts and rights for rights, with neither man taking a real advantage.]
Man: Come on you two. Try actually using what I taught you.
[Evans goes for a left which Price blocks and then hits a European uppercut. Evans steps back and Price takes advantage, tackling him to the ground before unloading with a series of punches. Evans puts his arms to block his face as Price reigns down punches on him. Evans out of nowhere grabs Price's right arm and maneuvers himself to put Price in an armbar. Evans torques the arm as Price tries to get out of it. He's able to roll over enough to grab his right wrist with his left hand, pulling up to relieve some of the pressure on his arm. He swings his legs around so that he can raise to his knees, pulling Evans slightly off of the ground. Price uses his right forearm to hit Evans in the face several times until he lets go. Price gets up and steps back holding his arm in obvious pain.]
Man: Come on Price! Quit being such a damn pussy and get him.
[Price looks over and glares at him before turning back to Evans, who is now back to his feet. Price rushes at him and goes for a clothesline but Evans ducks it. Price turns around and he nails him with a boot to the face. Price drops and Evans goes for the pin.]
Man: One..Two..T
[Price kicks out and tries to get to his feet, but Evans grabs him by the head and hits him with a knee to the face. Price stumbles back and Evans runs at him, leveling him with a clothesline. Evans again goes for a pin.]
Man: One..Two..Th
[Price kicks out and Evans rolls off with a look of frustration. He looks over at the man who simply shrugs his shoulders and points back at Price. Evans grabs Price's injured right arm and pulls him up by it, causing Price to wince in pain. Evans kicks Price in the stomach and pulls him in for a powerbomb. He lifts Price up but Price shifts his weight enough to counter it into a DDT. Price goes for the pinfall.]
Man: One..Tw
[Evans kicks out and Price rolls off of him. Price grabs hold of Evans' leg to try for a submission but he uses his other leg to kick him in the chest and off of him. Evans gets to his feet as Price runs at him. He ducks another clothesline attempt and grabs Price by the back of the head, dropping him with a reverse neckbreaker. Price drops to the mat and Evans applies a camel clutch on him. Price pulls his knees up to his chest, trying to relieve some of the pressure. The man comes in close and gets in Price's face.]
Man: Tap you arrogant pussy. I don't know what I ever saw in you in the first place. Look at you now superstar. You walk around talking about being the future. Well right now the future is whipping your fucking ass.
[Those words light a fire in Price's eyes as he uses all his strength to lift Evans up and then hit an electric chair drop. Price crawls off to the side and slowly gets up as Evans holds onto the back of his neck. Price gets on top of him and applies a rear naked choke. Evans tries to break the hold but Price just locks it in tighter. Evans is able to roll onto his stomach with Price on top of him, and pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. He rolls forward and Price hangs on, but the hold is slightly loosened. Evans gets his hands up in between his neck and Price's arms and is able to free himself. Evans grabs hold of Price's head and flips him over with a snapmare. Evans then grabs Price's head again and slams it to the mat before going for another pin attempt.]
Man: One..Two..T
[Price kicks out and Evans is not happy. He grabs Price's head and again tries to apply a sleeper hold but Price slips out of it. Price hits him with a European uppercut, followed by a standing dropkick. Evans gets up to his hands and knees and Price charges him looking for the Hit and Run but Evans sits up and then rolls him up from behind.]
Man: One..Two..Thr
[Price kicks out and both men get to their feet. Standing around the mat the 4 other wrestlers begin to applaud the action, seemingly surprising Price. He shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs as Evans moves in to lock up. The two do so and Price uses his size advantage to get behind Evans. He grabs hold of his head and hits him with the inverted backbreaker. Evans rolls onto his stomach, clutching his back in pain. Price backs away and again waits for Evans to get up. Evans gets to his hands and knees and Price again goes for the Hit and Run. Evans ducks it for a second time and gets to his feet behind Price. Price turns around and Evans kicks him in the stomach. Evans grabs hold of Price and lifts him up for a suplex. He gets him up but Price shifts his weight and drops to his feet behind Evans. He grabs hold of him and tries for a german suplex but Evans blocks it with his foot. Price tries again but to no avail as Evans again blocks it. Evans uses his elbow to hit Price in the face and Price releases the hold. Price stumbles forward and turns around as Evans grabs hold of him, lifting him up for a spinebuster. Price tries to counter it into a jumping DDT but Evans spins him around in the air and throws him off. Price lands on his feet and turns around...only to be met with a stiff clothesline. Evans stops himself and tries to catch his breath as Price is on the mat still. Evans moves in and tries to go for a pin but Price out of nowhere rolls him up.
Man: One..Two..Th
[Evans breaks out of the pin attempt and rolls away. Price gets to his feet at the same time as Evans does and Price grabs him from behind. He hits him with a bridging german suplex and holds on for the pin attempt.]
Man: One..Two..Th
[Evans again breaks out of the pin attempt and gets away from Price. The two get to their feet and lock up. Around the mat the 4 wrestlers are still cheering on both of the men and even the man looks remotely impressed. Evans gains control and tries putting Price into a headlock but Price slips out and hits him with a knee to the stomach. Evans bends over in pain and Price hits in the back of the knee with a stiff kick. Evans drops as Price backs up. Evans tries to get up but Price rushes him and hits the Hit and Run, sending him to the mat and appearing unconcious. Price rolls him over onto his back and goes for the pinfall.]
Man: One..Two..Three.
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[The 4 men around the ring all applaud the match and then head out to leave. The man brings a towel over to Evans and drops it on his back.]
Man: Go clean yourself up. And you (he points at Price) come with me.
[The man leads Price over to a set of chairs against the wall and hands him a water bottle. Price drinks some as he sits down and grimaces in pain.]
Man: A little sore, huh?
Price: You could say that.
Man: Well you said you wanted my help and you got it.
Price: You call that help? You brought in a group of guys to beat the shit out of me.
Man: Yeah but you beat all 5 of them. And you did it without once cheating or having one of your little buddies coming out to help you.
Price: I don't need them to help me.
Man: You keep telling yourself that. But every week the same thing happens. When are you going to realize that the situation you're in doesn't favor you anymore. Sure at first it seemed like a great offer, but as of late, what has the ToT done for you?
Price: They've done plenty for me. I wouldn't be where I'm at if Torture and Lerch hadn't pushed me like they did.
Man: So you admit that you couldn't be where you are now without them.
Price: No I would have gotten here by myself eventually. They just helped speed it along.
Man: And with that quick success, look at what it's brought you. The fans..they all hate you. Pretty much the entire locker room..they all hate you. Jay the only people that like you are the ToT and all they're doing is holding you back.
Price: Bu..
Man: And we both know why they're holding you back. They're afraid of you and what you're capable of. You said it best yourself, you are the future of that company. And all of them, Torture, Seth and the entire ToT, they're all scared of your rise.
[Price looks over at the man with fire in his eyes.]
Price: You don't know what you're talking about. Those guys are my friends.
Man: You keep telling yourself that kid. You just keep on saying that.
[Price gets up to head to the locker room.]
Man: So what are you going to do about Logan?
Price: I don't even know yet.
Man: Well you sure do seem to have some kind of plan. I mean you're dating his ex-girlfriend and everytime I watch Slam you're badmouthing him in some way.
Price: Those are just mind games. Come on, you know that's how I do things.
Man: Yes I do know that. But mind games aren't going to mean shit when you get in that ring on Sunday. Are you sure you can even beat him?
[Price looks over at him and then walks off into the locker room without an answer. He grabs his duffel bag off the floor and sets in down on a nearby bench. He strips down and grabs his towel, heading off into the showers. He turns on the water and steps under the stream, letting the hot water hit his sore muscles. As he tries to relax, the words from the man begin to come back to his mind. Thoughts of his previous encounters with Logan flash through his head. Thoughts of Shannan. Thoughts of hot dogs. Thoughts of that fucking Mascot.]
Price: God damn I hate that Mascot.
[Thoughts of Torture and the ToT come to mind along with what the man said about them.]
Price: They're not holding me back. I'm the god damn newcomer of the year and the longest reigning TV champion in history. And if I wanted to move up I could.
[That last sentence causes Price to stop and think for a second.]
Price: Yeah...I could.
[Price grins and then goes back to showering.]
