Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2010 15:34:43 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside of a large conference room, with all of the tables moved out and replaced with row after row of metal folding chairs. At the front of the room sits a wooden podium and a small table beside it with a glass pitcher of ice water and a small glass on top. The room is empty except for Hank Brown, who despite the wide array of open seats, is sitting in the middle of the back row beside his cameraman Rick.
Cameraman Rick: So why are we sitting back here again?
Hank Brown: Because these chairs had name tags with our names on them.
Cameraman Rick: Yeah I know that much, but there's all these other chairs and none of them have any tags. And I didn't see anyone else outside so something tells me we're the only ones coming. So why don't we just move up to the front row?
Hank Brown: Trust me, we're supposed to sit back here.
Cameraman Rick: Screw that, I'm moving up closer so I can get a better shot. Stay back here if you want.
Rick gets up out of his seat, grabs his camera and moves up to the front row as Hank shakes his head. At that moment the double doors that lead into the front of the room swing open as two men dressed in black suits, black ties, black dress shoes and dark sunglasses walk in and hold the doors open.
Dark Suited Man #1 (speaking into an ear piece): Room is secure. I repeat, room is secure.
Four more men walk into the room, all dressed the same as the two holding the doors open. Following behind them is Jay Price, dressed in three piece black suit with white pinstripes and black dress shoes, followed by two more men dressed like the others only they are carrying briefcases. The two standing by the doors close them and then stand in front, blocking anyone from entering or exiting. Two of the six men that entered with Price take their places at the back of the room, standing in front of the only other doors leading out of the room. The final four stand at the front of the room, two on each side of the podium. Jay takes his place behind the podium and pulls a few note cards out of his jacket pocket.
Jay Price: Well then, first and foremost I'd like to thank all of y..
Price looks around the large room and realizes only Hank and Cameraman Rick showed up for this press conference.
Jay Price: What the hell? Hank did you put out the right time?
Hank Brown: Yes.
Jay Price: Well where the hell is everyone?
Hank Brown: Uh...I don't know.
Price glances over at Cameraman Rick.
Jay Price: And you!
Price moves out from behind the podium and walks over to Cameraman Rick.
Jay Price: Is this your seat?
Cameraman Rick: No but it wa..
Price snaps his fingers and the four men that were standing beside him seconds ago are on Rick immediately. Price walks back to the podium as they stomp away.
Jay Price: Fuck it, let's do this shit anyway. Where's my Jack?
Price looks over at the table beside the podium and sees the pitcher of water. A single tear escapes his left eye as he realizes that he's going to have to go through this shit sober. He picks his note cards back up off the podium and shuffles through them.
Jay Price: First and foremost, I would like to welcome all of you for coming out this afternoon.
Price looks up and shakes his head at the empty room.
Jay Price: I am of course your WCF Elite People's Champion, the future of professional wrestling Jay Price.
Price pauses for applause as Hank stands up and loudly claps his hands. The only other noise in the room is the meeting of shoe on flesh coming from the corner as Cameraman Rick continues to pay for refusing to respect the power of the name tag.
Jay Price: This Monday night on Slam I am scheduled to take part in a six man tag team match, teaming up with Johnny Reb and Slickie T to face off against Oblivion, Greenfever and Doc Henry. It is sure to go down as the greatest main event in the history of Slam as it features the six best talents in all of WCF. Okay, well that last part isn't true. It's going to go down in history as the greatest main event ever because it features the greatest main eventer ever...Me.
A stifled laugh from Hank causes Jay to raise his eyebrow questioningly, however he continues on.
Jay Price: However, rather than stand here and tell you things that you already know, I feel now is the time to tell you the things that you should be aware of. Namely, WAR. Next week the WAR PPV will be upon us, and that means one thing: the WAR Match. Last year I made that match my own personal bitch, as I ran through it all the way from the fourth spot to the final three, taking out five unlucky sons of bitches along the way.
Hank raises his hand to ask a question but Price ignores it and continues on.
Jay Price: Now people will say "Jay, don't you think Slickie T or even Logan" (Price shudders at his own mentioning of Logan's name) "deserve credit for making last year's WAR match so special?" And the answer is simple: No. I, and I alone, was solely responsible for making that match what it was. I busted my ass for over an hour, fighting off basically everyone that was in WCF at the time until I was so rundown that not even an act of god could have kept me on my feet. I didn't have the luxury of entering the match at the final spot. I didn't have the luxury of coming out when there was only a small group of people left in the match. No, I started at the beginning and lasted until the end. But I'll give Slickie T some credit, he did pin myself and Logan to win the match. For that I will give him a round of applause.
Price mockingly applauds slowly.
Jay Price: But this is a new year and a whole new WAR Match. And Slickie T, despite everyone wanting to see the storybook ending where he vanquishes the challengers and wins yet again to end his career, will not repeat. WAR VIII was my defining moment. It was when I opened up all of your eyes and made you realize that Jay Price was no one hit wonder. That he wasn't just a flash in the pan, so to speak. WAR VIII was just the beginning, the prologue if you will, of the story that is my career thus far. I've been adding chapters ever since then, from the TV Title and Hardcore Title all the way up to the Elite and People's Titles. Now it's time to add the next and most important chapter, the one where I finally became the WCF World Champion and proved once and for all that no one is better than me.
Hank, still with his hand raise, begins to wave it in the air to get Price's attention.
Jay Price: As for this Monday's main event, I really don't give a shit how it goes down. Doc and Reb have their issues and Slickie, Greenfever and Oblivion have whatever they have going on. To be honest I don't even know why Seth threw me in the middle of all their bullshit. The only reason I can figure is that he wanted at least one real main eventer in his big, history making main event. And I...
Hank is now out of his seat and jumping up and down, waving both arms as he tries to get Price's attention.
Jay Price: Sir, hold your questions for after the press conference.
Hank Brown: But Ri..
Jay Price: But nothing. Now sit back down.
Hank reluctantly sits back down as he watches Cameraman Rick still being beaten up. Price looks over at the scene and grins before dropping his note cards on the podium and walking over. He snaps his fingers and two of the guys lift Cameraman Rick up to his feet. Price slaps him across the face and then drops him with a jumping cutter. He walks back to the podium as the men resume their stomping.
Jay Price: Now as I was saying...(Price shuffles through his cards)...dammit, I lost my place. Oh well, let's go to the Q & A portion of the press conference. Are there any questions.
Hank stands up and starts to speak but Price cuts him off.
Jay Price: Since there are no questions, I shall bid you all a good day.
Price snaps his fingers and the four men stop stomping away at Cameraman Rick and join him at the podium. The two men standing at the doors at the back of the room also join up with Price as they head for the double doors. The two men there open them up and all of them head out. Hank gets up out of his seat and walks up to Cameraman Rick, who is laying on the ground covered in blood.
Hank Brown: I told you to stay in your seat Rick.
Cameraman Rick: Screw you.
Hank Brown: Hey don't be Mad at me Rick.
The scene fades out with Hank helping Rick to his feet.
Cameraman Rick: So why are we sitting back here again?
Hank Brown: Because these chairs had name tags with our names on them.
Cameraman Rick: Yeah I know that much, but there's all these other chairs and none of them have any tags. And I didn't see anyone else outside so something tells me we're the only ones coming. So why don't we just move up to the front row?
Hank Brown: Trust me, we're supposed to sit back here.
Cameraman Rick: Screw that, I'm moving up closer so I can get a better shot. Stay back here if you want.
Rick gets up out of his seat, grabs his camera and moves up to the front row as Hank shakes his head. At that moment the double doors that lead into the front of the room swing open as two men dressed in black suits, black ties, black dress shoes and dark sunglasses walk in and hold the doors open.
Dark Suited Man #1 (speaking into an ear piece): Room is secure. I repeat, room is secure.
Four more men walk into the room, all dressed the same as the two holding the doors open. Following behind them is Jay Price, dressed in three piece black suit with white pinstripes and black dress shoes, followed by two more men dressed like the others only they are carrying briefcases. The two standing by the doors close them and then stand in front, blocking anyone from entering or exiting. Two of the six men that entered with Price take their places at the back of the room, standing in front of the only other doors leading out of the room. The final four stand at the front of the room, two on each side of the podium. Jay takes his place behind the podium and pulls a few note cards out of his jacket pocket.
Jay Price: Well then, first and foremost I'd like to thank all of y..
Price looks around the large room and realizes only Hank and Cameraman Rick showed up for this press conference.
Jay Price: What the hell? Hank did you put out the right time?
Hank Brown: Yes.
Jay Price: Well where the hell is everyone?
Hank Brown: Uh...I don't know.
Price glances over at Cameraman Rick.
Jay Price: And you!
Price moves out from behind the podium and walks over to Cameraman Rick.
Jay Price: Is this your seat?
Cameraman Rick: No but it wa..
Price snaps his fingers and the four men that were standing beside him seconds ago are on Rick immediately. Price walks back to the podium as they stomp away.
Jay Price: Fuck it, let's do this shit anyway. Where's my Jack?
Price looks over at the table beside the podium and sees the pitcher of water. A single tear escapes his left eye as he realizes that he's going to have to go through this shit sober. He picks his note cards back up off the podium and shuffles through them.
Jay Price: First and foremost, I would like to welcome all of you for coming out this afternoon.
Price looks up and shakes his head at the empty room.
Jay Price: I am of course your WCF Elite People's Champion, the future of professional wrestling Jay Price.
Price pauses for applause as Hank stands up and loudly claps his hands. The only other noise in the room is the meeting of shoe on flesh coming from the corner as Cameraman Rick continues to pay for refusing to respect the power of the name tag.
Jay Price: This Monday night on Slam I am scheduled to take part in a six man tag team match, teaming up with Johnny Reb and Slickie T to face off against Oblivion, Greenfever and Doc Henry. It is sure to go down as the greatest main event in the history of Slam as it features the six best talents in all of WCF. Okay, well that last part isn't true. It's going to go down in history as the greatest main event ever because it features the greatest main eventer ever...Me.
A stifled laugh from Hank causes Jay to raise his eyebrow questioningly, however he continues on.
Jay Price: However, rather than stand here and tell you things that you already know, I feel now is the time to tell you the things that you should be aware of. Namely, WAR. Next week the WAR PPV will be upon us, and that means one thing: the WAR Match. Last year I made that match my own personal bitch, as I ran through it all the way from the fourth spot to the final three, taking out five unlucky sons of bitches along the way.
Hank raises his hand to ask a question but Price ignores it and continues on.
Jay Price: Now people will say "Jay, don't you think Slickie T or even Logan" (Price shudders at his own mentioning of Logan's name) "deserve credit for making last year's WAR match so special?" And the answer is simple: No. I, and I alone, was solely responsible for making that match what it was. I busted my ass for over an hour, fighting off basically everyone that was in WCF at the time until I was so rundown that not even an act of god could have kept me on my feet. I didn't have the luxury of entering the match at the final spot. I didn't have the luxury of coming out when there was only a small group of people left in the match. No, I started at the beginning and lasted until the end. But I'll give Slickie T some credit, he did pin myself and Logan to win the match. For that I will give him a round of applause.
Price mockingly applauds slowly.
Jay Price: But this is a new year and a whole new WAR Match. And Slickie T, despite everyone wanting to see the storybook ending where he vanquishes the challengers and wins yet again to end his career, will not repeat. WAR VIII was my defining moment. It was when I opened up all of your eyes and made you realize that Jay Price was no one hit wonder. That he wasn't just a flash in the pan, so to speak. WAR VIII was just the beginning, the prologue if you will, of the story that is my career thus far. I've been adding chapters ever since then, from the TV Title and Hardcore Title all the way up to the Elite and People's Titles. Now it's time to add the next and most important chapter, the one where I finally became the WCF World Champion and proved once and for all that no one is better than me.
Hank, still with his hand raise, begins to wave it in the air to get Price's attention.
Jay Price: As for this Monday's main event, I really don't give a shit how it goes down. Doc and Reb have their issues and Slickie, Greenfever and Oblivion have whatever they have going on. To be honest I don't even know why Seth threw me in the middle of all their bullshit. The only reason I can figure is that he wanted at least one real main eventer in his big, history making main event. And I...
Hank is now out of his seat and jumping up and down, waving both arms as he tries to get Price's attention.
Jay Price: Sir, hold your questions for after the press conference.
Hank Brown: But Ri..
Jay Price: But nothing. Now sit back down.
Hank reluctantly sits back down as he watches Cameraman Rick still being beaten up. Price looks over at the scene and grins before dropping his note cards on the podium and walking over. He snaps his fingers and two of the guys lift Cameraman Rick up to his feet. Price slaps him across the face and then drops him with a jumping cutter. He walks back to the podium as the men resume their stomping.
Jay Price: Now as I was saying...(Price shuffles through his cards)...dammit, I lost my place. Oh well, let's go to the Q & A portion of the press conference. Are there any questions.
Hank stands up and starts to speak but Price cuts him off.
Jay Price: Since there are no questions, I shall bid you all a good day.
Price snaps his fingers and the four men stop stomping away at Cameraman Rick and join him at the podium. The two men standing at the doors at the back of the room also join up with Price as they head for the double doors. The two men there open them up and all of them head out. Hank gets up out of his seat and walks up to Cameraman Rick, who is laying on the ground covered in blood.
Hank Brown: I told you to stay in your seat Rick.
Cameraman Rick: Screw you.
Hank Brown: Hey don't be Mad at me Rick.
The scene fades out with Hank helping Rick to his feet.
