Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2010 23:40:05 GMT -5
Time: ??
Place: ??
The scene opens up inside of a brightly lit room. Row after row of fluorescent lights on the ceiling are turned on, casting a near blinding light on the occupants of the room. Lying face down in a pool of blood is an unconscious young man dressed in a tattered black suit that is covered in dirt and bloodstains, some fresh and some new. A low moaning sound is heard coming from behind the person operating the camera. The cameraman spins slowly around to reveal a second man lying face down in a pool of his own blood, only this one is slowly starting to come to. The man pushes himself up off the ground with shaky arms. Blood drips from the corners of his mouth as he turns his head slowly toward the camera.
Man: H..(cough)..hhhhhelpp m..m..m
The man collapses back to the ground face first as the camera continues to roll. The sight of his body slowly rising ever so slightly is proof that this man is not dead, only unconscious once again. The cameraman places the camera on the ground, pointed toward the second man, and walks in front of the camera. The man has his back turned to the lens, with only the back of his jeans and black boots visible. He reaches down and checks the man's pulse, double checking that he is still alive, before grabbing him by the arms. A door behind them is opened by an unknown person and the man is dragged by his arms out of the view of the camera slowly, until only the sight of his sneakers slowly disappearing leads to the scene fading to black.
Time: 6pm
Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Jay Price: Not bad. Not bad at all for your first shot at a promo.
The scene opens up inside of Jay Price's South Philadelphia home, where Price, Trevor, Jordan and Kim are sitting around the television set in the downstairs den.
Jay Price: But see a promo needs to have more than just shock value. It needs to tell a story that gets the viewer interested and makes them want to pay close attention to every word that you have to say. And what you have here is pure shock value...and no story. Understand?
Trevor: Yeah. This shit's a hell of a lot harder than it looks.
Jay Price: Don't feel too bad. That promo may have been all of 20 seconds long and had no purpose whatsoever, but it was still better than half of the shit that's put out every week. Have you guys ever heard of a guy named Jimmy Dean?
Jordan: Doesn't he make sausage?
Jay Price: No not him, the WCF wrestler Prince Jimmy Dean.
Jordan: Who?
Jay Price: Never mind, he wasn't much of anything anyway.
Trevor: Oh so he was a jobber?
Jay Price: No he was actually one half of the tag team champions at one time.
Trevor: You're kidding me right?
Jay Price: God I wish I was. Okay enough about that shit, let's get back to business. Oblivion still hasn't gotten it through that thick skull of his that I'm not joining his little Society of Social Outcasts, Midgets, Bimbos and Everything Retarded. Part of it may be due to the fact that he's yet to wash that mask of his since he put it on.
Price shudders at the thought of the smell coming from the mask after weeks of being repeatedly soaked in sweat and not once being washed.
Jay Price: But in all seriousness, while I joke about the Society they will in fact be a threat if..no, when they get involved. Now, what do we do when we are faced with a threat?
Trevor: We eliminate it.
Jay Price: Exactly. So you two know what needs to be done to make sure that this match stays a tag team match and not a handicap match, right?
Jordan: Consider it already done.
Jay Price: Excellent. Now get the fuck out of here so Kim and I can get nasty on the couch.
Kimberly: JAY!!
Jay Price: Just kidding.
Trevor and Jordan look at each other and breath a sigh of relief.
Jay Price: We already got busy on that couch you're sitting on before you showed up.
The two jump off of the couch and run for the steps gagging as Price looks over at Kim and grins.
Kimberly: Are you ever going to get tired of torturing those two?
Jay Price: Nah, I'm having too much damn fun.
The scene fades out as Kim slowly makes her way over to the couch where Jay is sitting, being careful not to jerk her neck which is still in a brace.
Time: ??
Place: ??
The scene opens outside of the iron gates of an old cemetery. Overgrown weeds are slowly taking control of the entire area, both inside and outside of the concrete walls that house the final resting place for so many. The cameraman slowly pulls open one of the large doors and the screeching sound from its unoiled hinges causes his ears to ring. Once the door is opened enough for him to pass through he enters the graveyard and lifts his camera up as if he was expecting someone to be waiting for him inside. Disappointed, he lowers the camera back down and switches the power button off to save the battery life. The cameraman then begins to walk among one of the rows of graves, occasionally glancing from left to right to read the names and dates on the headstones. As he reaches the end of the row he begins to wonder if a joke is being played on him and that this entire thing was nothing more than a wild goose chase. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone. As he begins to dial he hears the sound of a twig cracking coming from behind him. He spins around expecting to see the person he came to see, but sees nothing but the wind blowing the limbs of the trees around him. He goes back to dialing on his cell phone when again he is stopped by a noise, only this one is different. It almost sounds as though someone is screaming for their lives. The cameraman stuffs his cell phone back into his pocket and takes off in the direction of the screaming. Moments later he stops and listens. The screaming again can be heard, but now from a different direction. He takes off in that direction for several hundred yards and then stops again to listen. The screams are getting louder, showing that he is getting closer, but again they are coming from a new direction. He runs toward it, hoping to catch the source before it moves again. As he is running the sound becomes louder until it seems as though he is mere inches from it. He stops and looks around and sees the shape of someone sitting on the other side of a nearby headstone. The cameraman presses the power button on his camera and lifts it up before walking around to come face to face with the person.
Cameraman: Phew, I thought I'd never find you in this place. So I thou...WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!
Propped up against the backside of the headstone is the body of a woman, her head bowed down and her hair caked with mud and leaves. Her clothes are in perfect condition....with the exception of multiple dirt and blood stains. The cameraman reaches down with his free hand and lifts the woman's head up by her chin. Her eyes are closed and there is dried blood on the corner of her mouth. The cameraman lets her head back down gently and checks her pulse. There is none.
Cameraman: Dear God.
Suddenly from nearby the screaming sounds can again be heard. The cameraman jumps to his feet and scans the area but again still sees nothing as the screams repeat themselves over and over. He walks toward where the sounds seem to be coming from and scans the area and sees no one. He then looks down and notices in the moonlight a tape recorder sitting on top of a headstone just a few yards away. He walks over to the recorder, picks it up, and hits the stop button which stops the screaming sounds.
Cameraman: What the fuck is going on around here?
From out of nowhere behind him a large man dressed appears and grabs him around his neck. He tightens his grip as he leans to the cameraman's ear.
Jay Price (whispering): Shh, you don't want to wake up the neighbors.
The cameraman continues to struggle against Price's tight grip, dropping his camera in the process. Within a matter of moments he goes limp in Price's arms and Price drops him to the ground. Trevor and Jordan then appear behind Price, dressed similarly in all black clothing and black gloves.
Jay Price: Trevor you take care of the girl and then take care of him. Jordan grab the camera and get ready to shoot.
Trevor: Why do I have to drag the bodies around? Why can't Jordan?
Jay Price: What the fuck is this, the second grade? Do what you're told and you won't have to deal with my size 15 boot going up your ass.
Trevor walks off toward the headstone where the girl is sitting propped up as Jordan reaches down and retrieves the camera.
Jay Price: You do know how to work one of those things right?
Jordan nods his head yes as he wipes dirt off of the lens and fiddles with some of the buttons on the camera. Meanwhile Price is crouched down beside the unconscious cameraman's body and is going through his pockets. He pulls out his wallet and pockets the little bit of cash inside before returning it.
Jordan: We're good to go.
Price stands back up and removes his jacket, which he throws on top of the unconscious cameraman's body. Jordan hits the record button and begins filming.
Jay Price: It's been said that over the past few months that I am becoming more and more like the psychopaths of WCF known as Oblivion and Greenfever. They see that we all have a love for inflicting pain and that we seem to feed off of the blood that we shed in the ring. And they say that deep down, each of us has inner demons that are slowly gaining control over our physical bodies and turning us into monsters. Well to those people I have but one simple message: Fuck You. The day that I allow myself to be classified, let alone mentioned in the same sentence, as either Oblivion or Greenfever is the day that hell freezes over, pigs start growing wings and I lose my WCF Hardcore Championship.
Oblivion, you think I fear you? You think I wake up at night sweating because I dream of the things you're capable of? You should be more worried about the things that I'm capable, and more than willing, to do to you. You want me to fear you, then make me want to fear you. Do something that will actually strike fear in the black heart in my chest. Because as I see it right now, you are below me in every sense of the phrase. While I have proteges that are clamoring to learn everything that I have to teach, you lead a group of midgets and sideshow freaks that belong in the psych ward that Seth found you in. Oh, and what was that "disease" that you were diagnosed with? Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was it? You know what my name for PTSD is Stevey? Pussy Disorder. Because all PTSD is, is a label that doctor's throw on pussies that can't handle the fucked up shit that happens in the real world. And then look what happened to you Stevey. You try to wrestle again, hiding yourself behind a mask because you can't stand who you are, and you just end up becoming weaker and weaker until you let yourself be taken over by your inner demons. Well Steve, that's where you and I have our biggest difference. I have my own demons, but I'm strong enough to let them out and then put them right back in their place. You...well if you can't fight your own demons then what makes you think you can handle mine.
Trevor walks behind Price at that moment and grabs the unconscious cameraman by his legs before dragging him off.
Jay Price: Steven..Ace Slaughter..Oblivion....whoever or whatever you are now, I need you to realize quickly that whatever it is that you think you have over me...you don't. If you believe that you are impervious to pain, then believe it. If you believe that the sight of your blood will never affect you, then believe that too. But in all of your believing, might I suggest adding just one more to the list. Believe that I, Jay Price, am the future and that in my future there is no Slaughter Society. There is no The Gathering. And, there is no you. There is only me, standing at the top of the mountain as the best that ever lived. And for me to get there Stevey, believe that I will do whatever it takes, by any means necessary.
Jordan cuts the video feed as Price puts his jacket back on. The scene fades to black as Jordan and Price head over to assist Trevor in the "handling" of the unconcious bodies.
Place: ??
The scene opens up inside of a brightly lit room. Row after row of fluorescent lights on the ceiling are turned on, casting a near blinding light on the occupants of the room. Lying face down in a pool of blood is an unconscious young man dressed in a tattered black suit that is covered in dirt and bloodstains, some fresh and some new. A low moaning sound is heard coming from behind the person operating the camera. The cameraman spins slowly around to reveal a second man lying face down in a pool of his own blood, only this one is slowly starting to come to. The man pushes himself up off the ground with shaky arms. Blood drips from the corners of his mouth as he turns his head slowly toward the camera.
Man: H..(cough)..hhhhhelpp m..m..m
The man collapses back to the ground face first as the camera continues to roll. The sight of his body slowly rising ever so slightly is proof that this man is not dead, only unconscious once again. The cameraman places the camera on the ground, pointed toward the second man, and walks in front of the camera. The man has his back turned to the lens, with only the back of his jeans and black boots visible. He reaches down and checks the man's pulse, double checking that he is still alive, before grabbing him by the arms. A door behind them is opened by an unknown person and the man is dragged by his arms out of the view of the camera slowly, until only the sight of his sneakers slowly disappearing leads to the scene fading to black.
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Time: 6pm
Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Jay Price: Not bad. Not bad at all for your first shot at a promo.
The scene opens up inside of Jay Price's South Philadelphia home, where Price, Trevor, Jordan and Kim are sitting around the television set in the downstairs den.
Jay Price: But see a promo needs to have more than just shock value. It needs to tell a story that gets the viewer interested and makes them want to pay close attention to every word that you have to say. And what you have here is pure shock value...and no story. Understand?
Trevor: Yeah. This shit's a hell of a lot harder than it looks.
Jay Price: Don't feel too bad. That promo may have been all of 20 seconds long and had no purpose whatsoever, but it was still better than half of the shit that's put out every week. Have you guys ever heard of a guy named Jimmy Dean?
Jordan: Doesn't he make sausage?
Jay Price: No not him, the WCF wrestler Prince Jimmy Dean.
Jordan: Who?
Jay Price: Never mind, he wasn't much of anything anyway.
Trevor: Oh so he was a jobber?
Jay Price: No he was actually one half of the tag team champions at one time.
Trevor: You're kidding me right?
Jay Price: God I wish I was. Okay enough about that shit, let's get back to business. Oblivion still hasn't gotten it through that thick skull of his that I'm not joining his little Society of Social Outcasts, Midgets, Bimbos and Everything Retarded. Part of it may be due to the fact that he's yet to wash that mask of his since he put it on.
Price shudders at the thought of the smell coming from the mask after weeks of being repeatedly soaked in sweat and not once being washed.
Jay Price: But in all seriousness, while I joke about the Society they will in fact be a threat if..no, when they get involved. Now, what do we do when we are faced with a threat?
Trevor: We eliminate it.
Jay Price: Exactly. So you two know what needs to be done to make sure that this match stays a tag team match and not a handicap match, right?
Jordan: Consider it already done.
Jay Price: Excellent. Now get the fuck out of here so Kim and I can get nasty on the couch.
Kimberly: JAY!!
Jay Price: Just kidding.
Trevor and Jordan look at each other and breath a sigh of relief.
Jay Price: We already got busy on that couch you're sitting on before you showed up.
The two jump off of the couch and run for the steps gagging as Price looks over at Kim and grins.
Kimberly: Are you ever going to get tired of torturing those two?
Jay Price: Nah, I'm having too much damn fun.
The scene fades out as Kim slowly makes her way over to the couch where Jay is sitting, being careful not to jerk her neck which is still in a brace.
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Time: ??
Place: ??
The scene opens outside of the iron gates of an old cemetery. Overgrown weeds are slowly taking control of the entire area, both inside and outside of the concrete walls that house the final resting place for so many. The cameraman slowly pulls open one of the large doors and the screeching sound from its unoiled hinges causes his ears to ring. Once the door is opened enough for him to pass through he enters the graveyard and lifts his camera up as if he was expecting someone to be waiting for him inside. Disappointed, he lowers the camera back down and switches the power button off to save the battery life. The cameraman then begins to walk among one of the rows of graves, occasionally glancing from left to right to read the names and dates on the headstones. As he reaches the end of the row he begins to wonder if a joke is being played on him and that this entire thing was nothing more than a wild goose chase. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone. As he begins to dial he hears the sound of a twig cracking coming from behind him. He spins around expecting to see the person he came to see, but sees nothing but the wind blowing the limbs of the trees around him. He goes back to dialing on his cell phone when again he is stopped by a noise, only this one is different. It almost sounds as though someone is screaming for their lives. The cameraman stuffs his cell phone back into his pocket and takes off in the direction of the screaming. Moments later he stops and listens. The screaming again can be heard, but now from a different direction. He takes off in that direction for several hundred yards and then stops again to listen. The screams are getting louder, showing that he is getting closer, but again they are coming from a new direction. He runs toward it, hoping to catch the source before it moves again. As he is running the sound becomes louder until it seems as though he is mere inches from it. He stops and looks around and sees the shape of someone sitting on the other side of a nearby headstone. The cameraman presses the power button on his camera and lifts it up before walking around to come face to face with the person.
Cameraman: Phew, I thought I'd never find you in this place. So I thou...WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!
Propped up against the backside of the headstone is the body of a woman, her head bowed down and her hair caked with mud and leaves. Her clothes are in perfect condition....with the exception of multiple dirt and blood stains. The cameraman reaches down with his free hand and lifts the woman's head up by her chin. Her eyes are closed and there is dried blood on the corner of her mouth. The cameraman lets her head back down gently and checks her pulse. There is none.
Cameraman: Dear God.
Suddenly from nearby the screaming sounds can again be heard. The cameraman jumps to his feet and scans the area but again still sees nothing as the screams repeat themselves over and over. He walks toward where the sounds seem to be coming from and scans the area and sees no one. He then looks down and notices in the moonlight a tape recorder sitting on top of a headstone just a few yards away. He walks over to the recorder, picks it up, and hits the stop button which stops the screaming sounds.
Cameraman: What the fuck is going on around here?
From out of nowhere behind him a large man dressed appears and grabs him around his neck. He tightens his grip as he leans to the cameraman's ear.
Jay Price (whispering): Shh, you don't want to wake up the neighbors.
The cameraman continues to struggle against Price's tight grip, dropping his camera in the process. Within a matter of moments he goes limp in Price's arms and Price drops him to the ground. Trevor and Jordan then appear behind Price, dressed similarly in all black clothing and black gloves.
Jay Price: Trevor you take care of the girl and then take care of him. Jordan grab the camera and get ready to shoot.
Trevor: Why do I have to drag the bodies around? Why can't Jordan?
Jay Price: What the fuck is this, the second grade? Do what you're told and you won't have to deal with my size 15 boot going up your ass.
Trevor walks off toward the headstone where the girl is sitting propped up as Jordan reaches down and retrieves the camera.
Jay Price: You do know how to work one of those things right?
Jordan nods his head yes as he wipes dirt off of the lens and fiddles with some of the buttons on the camera. Meanwhile Price is crouched down beside the unconscious cameraman's body and is going through his pockets. He pulls out his wallet and pockets the little bit of cash inside before returning it.
Jordan: We're good to go.
Price stands back up and removes his jacket, which he throws on top of the unconscious cameraman's body. Jordan hits the record button and begins filming.
Jay Price: It's been said that over the past few months that I am becoming more and more like the psychopaths of WCF known as Oblivion and Greenfever. They see that we all have a love for inflicting pain and that we seem to feed off of the blood that we shed in the ring. And they say that deep down, each of us has inner demons that are slowly gaining control over our physical bodies and turning us into monsters. Well to those people I have but one simple message: Fuck You. The day that I allow myself to be classified, let alone mentioned in the same sentence, as either Oblivion or Greenfever is the day that hell freezes over, pigs start growing wings and I lose my WCF Hardcore Championship.
Oblivion, you think I fear you? You think I wake up at night sweating because I dream of the things you're capable of? You should be more worried about the things that I'm capable, and more than willing, to do to you. You want me to fear you, then make me want to fear you. Do something that will actually strike fear in the black heart in my chest. Because as I see it right now, you are below me in every sense of the phrase. While I have proteges that are clamoring to learn everything that I have to teach, you lead a group of midgets and sideshow freaks that belong in the psych ward that Seth found you in. Oh, and what was that "disease" that you were diagnosed with? Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was it? You know what my name for PTSD is Stevey? Pussy Disorder. Because all PTSD is, is a label that doctor's throw on pussies that can't handle the fucked up shit that happens in the real world. And then look what happened to you Stevey. You try to wrestle again, hiding yourself behind a mask because you can't stand who you are, and you just end up becoming weaker and weaker until you let yourself be taken over by your inner demons. Well Steve, that's where you and I have our biggest difference. I have my own demons, but I'm strong enough to let them out and then put them right back in their place. You...well if you can't fight your own demons then what makes you think you can handle mine.
Trevor walks behind Price at that moment and grabs the unconscious cameraman by his legs before dragging him off.
Jay Price: Steven..Ace Slaughter..Oblivion....whoever or whatever you are now, I need you to realize quickly that whatever it is that you think you have over me...you don't. If you believe that you are impervious to pain, then believe it. If you believe that the sight of your blood will never affect you, then believe that too. But in all of your believing, might I suggest adding just one more to the list. Believe that I, Jay Price, am the future and that in my future there is no Slaughter Society. There is no The Gathering. And, there is no you. There is only me, standing at the top of the mountain as the best that ever lived. And for me to get there Stevey, believe that I will do whatever it takes, by any means necessary.
Jordan cuts the video feed as Price puts his jacket back on. The scene fades to black as Jordan and Price head over to assist Trevor in the "handling" of the unconcious bodies.
