Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2011 4:02:10 GMT -5
The camera opens up with a shot of bright orange sun slowly making it's way above the Southern Philadelphia skyline. The camera then switches to a shot inside of a room, the lens pointed toward the window as the sun's rays begin to creep through half drawn blinds. The camera then follows the beam of light from the sun as it slowly travels across the floor and up the baseboard of a bed. The beam then makes its way along the blankets until finally coming to rest on the face of Jay Price. He lets out a mumbled groan and turns onto his side. Meanwhile, from behind the closed bathroom door, the muffled sounds of a very pregnant Shannan throwing up can be heard. After a particularly loud moan, Price lifts his head up from the pillow and looks toward the door.
Jay Price: Anyway you could do that just a little bit quieter? I'm trying to sleep over here.
The sound of a blunt object hitting the door is heard followed by another round of throwing up. Price shakes his head and then lays it back down on the pillow as he drifts back off to sleep. The camera then pans off to the side and focuses in on a nearby alarm clock as it switches from 6:59 to 7:00.
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
Jay Price: Goddammit.
Price reaches over and angrily slaps the alarm clock to the ground, effectively stopping the beeping. Price pushes the blankets off of him and sits up on the bed.
Shannan Lerch: Did you just break another alarm clock?
Jay Price: Probably.
Price rubs the sleep from his eyes and then looks down at the clock, now in several pieces. He shrugs his shoulders, stands up and pushes the pieces under the bed for Shannan to clean up later. He then walks over to the door and knocks.
Jay Price: So are you going to be in there for a while? Because I kind of need to get into the shower sometime soon.
Shannan's response comes in the form of another blunt object hitting the door.
Jay Price: Is that a yes?
The scene fades out as Price awaits an answer.
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The scene fades back in with a shot of Hank Brown standing in front of a black curtain with the bright green WCF logo proudly displayed above his head. Hank shuffles through a few note cards in his hands and then tucks them away into his jacket pocket before giving his cameraman the signal.
Hank Brown: This Monday night at Ultimate Showdown 6 competitors are going to be facing off in a match where three different titles are going to be on the line: The WCF World Title, United States Title and Television Title. Here with me now is one of those competitors that will be looking to walk out of Ultimate Showdown with the ultimate prize in WCF, Jay Price.
The cameraman pulls the shot back and Jay Price is standing beside Hank in front of the curtain.
Hank Brown: Jay this is the first time you'll be competing in a match where the World Title is on the line. Before this the closest you've ever come is when you went one on one with Jay Williams for a chance to become the #1 Contender, and I'm sure you haven't forgotten that night.
Hank pauses as Price looks over at him, an agitated look on his face.
Jay Price: You plan on having a point to all this, or are you just trying to piss me off?
Hank Brown: The question I was going to ask is, how does it feel to be back in position to finally win your first World Title?
Jay Price: How does it feel? Are you fucking serious Hank? It feels fantastic. It feels amazing. It feels...right. It's a goddamn travesty that I've had to wait this long to finally get my chance at the World Title. I've spent my entire career doing nothing but busting my ass for this company, going from a total unknown to one of the hottest rookies in the history to the living legend that I am now, and it's only now that I'm getting the recognition that I deserve. And that Hank, is a fucking crime.
Hank Brown: With that said, do you feel as though you have anything to prove to yourself and everyone else?
Jay Price: Who the hell do I have to prove myself to? The fans? Fuck the fans. Those brainless peons aren't worthy to share the same space inside of an arena as me. Internet marks and six year olds wearing whatever t-shirt has the coolest picture on the front aren't the kind of people that I plan on wasting my time pandering to. People want to boo me? I fucking feed on that shit, so I beg them to keep doing it.
And as for the so called powers at be, I've got no need to worry about if I've proved myself to them or not. With Logan and Torture finally out of the spotlight and Creeping Death on the decline faster than ever, WCF needs me now more than ever. So whether I'm proven or not in their eyes, you're guaranteed to be seeing a whole lot of Jay Price.
Hank Brown: Moving on, let's shift focus to the match itself. This is the first time you'll be stepping into the ring against Roy Speede, however in the past you two have exchanged words. Then of course there was the rumor that he was Logan's son, which was recently declared untrue. With all of that in mind, how do you feel about Roy?
Price takes a moment as he rubs his chin in deep thought.
Jay Price: Hank, have you ever taken a shit so good that it can only be described as epic?
Hank Brown: I..wait what?
Jay Price: Surely you know what I'm talking about. Every guy has had that time come where he was locked in battle while he sat upon his white porcelain throne. The struggle he endured as sweat poured off his brow, all leading to that glorious moment when he heard a splash. That was the exact feeling I felt the moment that I learned Roy Speede was not in anyway related to me. I felt like I had just dropped a giant deuce into the toilet and then flushed it away. And you know why Hank?
Hank Brown: Wh..
Jay Price: Because no matter how you look at it Roy Speede is nothing more than a turd. And the thing about a turd is, no matter how much you polish it, or how much fucking silver lining you wrap it in, it's still a goddamn turd.
Hank Brown: The man is a two time WCF Tag Team Champion and a former United States Champion.
Jay Price: Yeah, and he also screamed out "I Quit" like a bitch during a match with Gravedigger. He may as well have screamed out "I've got no balls and I like it up the rectum" while he was at it because that's what the world thinks of him now.
Hank Brown: Touche. You know I think now would be as good of a time as any to move on to the next topic. Kaylyn Evans has been impressing a lot of people as of late, racking up quite a few wins while retaining the Television Title. How do you feel about "The Perfect Ten"?
Jay Price: "The Perfect Ten"? Fuck Hank, nut up and call her what she really is, "The Perfect Whore". Yeah I know all about her reign as Television Champion, and I know all about the matches she's won. But I also know that little Miss Evans isn't the first piece of ass to walk down to the ring, wagging her shit around like a dog's tail to get all of the guys in the back worked up. Don't get me wrong, she's a cute little number, but I'm not going to let some jezebel harlot shaking her ass distract me from winning gold. And you're sadly mistaken if you think that I'm above taking that pretty little face of hers and mashing it into the mat over and over and over again until she looks as repulsive as what's hiding under Oblivion's mask. You can ask Anastasia Petrova all about that.
Hank Brown: Yes, I remember that day. So many of the guys in the back broke down in tears that night. Now what about Odin Balfore?
Jay Price: What about him? Tell you what Hank, the day that Odin Balfore becomes relevant in WCF I'll give you the time of day to discuss him.
Hank Brown: I think it's time we moved onto someone that you're quite familiar with, Oblivion. The last time you and he faced off was in a 4-way match to determine a number one contender, a match which he won. What do you think it's going to take to beat him when the prize is even richer?
Jay Price: What's it going to take to beat him? The same thing that's going to beat everyone else: a Downfall straight to the mat. I'm honestly getting tired of everyone trying to build Oblivion up into this unstoppable monster that's to be feared. He's a man Hank, just like me and yo...okay like me, and just like every other man he can be knocked down off the pedestal that people place him on. You want to talk about that number one contenders match? Lets. Oblivion may have walked out of that match as the winner, but it wasn't because he was the better wrestler that night. Hell I could out wrestle him blindfolded. And he sure as hell didn't win because he outsmarted the rest of us. No, Oblivion was able to walk out of that match with a win because he waited for me to put Williams down for the count and then he slithered in like a coward to get the pin. But when it comes down to it, Oblivion and I both know that he can't beat me in a match. Well, not unless he has help that is.
Hank Brown: Strong words, I'm sure they'll get a strong reaction. Now finally, last but certainly not least, we come to the current WCF World Champion, D-Day. You and he have quite a bit of history, history that goes all the way back to the early days of both of your careers. Does it sting at all to know that he's reache....
Price drops Hank to the ground with a backhanded slap. Hank looks up at him, hand clutched to his bright red cheek.
Jay Price: Tell me Hank, did that sting at all?
Hank stands back up and adjusts his tie.
Hank Brown: Point taken. You already know what I'm going to ask, so let's just skip to the part where you talk.
Hank rubs his cheek as Price can't help but grin.
Jay Price: It's about time you finally learned how to do an interview with me. So yes, let's get the elephant in the room out of the way right off the bat: D-Day is the WCF World Champion. Woo-Hoo, congratulations to him. Now it's time for your reality check people: D-Day cannot beat me. From the first time I faced him up until the last time I faced him, every single match ended with me having my arm raised as he laid on the mat in crumpled fucking mess. "Oh well Jay, D-Day became a World Champion before you, that must hurt so bad." Oh shit, D-Day finally got one up on me? Are you fucking serious? My god, I don't think I can live in a world where people do things that I haven't done before. Seriously, I thought that we lived in a world where everything that I had done was the first time that it had ever been done.
Hank Brown: Okay Jay, I think the people get the point.
Jay Price: Really? Because I don't think they do Hank. All I've been hearing since the night D-Day won that title is how he won it before me. But what they don't seem to want to talk about is how their hero wasn't able to succeed until his greatest enemy was no longer around. And they sure as hell don't want to talk about what's going to happen to their Superman now that his kryptonite is back in WCF. But it's time for the people to face the facts Hank. It's time for them to realize that their golden boy is nothing more than another paper champion.
Hank Brown: Let's talk strategy for the match. Do you have any idea how you're going to prepare to take on five other hungry competitors that all want the World Title as badly as you do?
Jay Price: I'm going to fucking wing it like I always do.
Hank Brown: You're joking...right?
Jay Price: I never go into a match with a plan, because even the best laid plans have their faults. I mean you could spend days, even weeks, analyzing your opponent. Go over every aspect of their repertoire. Draw up the perfect plan for how to win. And then....you fail. I, however, prefer to go into a match with one thing on my mind. Winning. If you let your mind wander all over the place, thinking about every detail, you're bound to get distracted. For me, I stay focused on my goal of winning and I see it through to the end.
Hank Brown: Well then I guess you just have to do what works for you. I think it's about time we wrap this interview up, so do you have anything else you'd like to say?
Jay Price: Actually I do. A lot of people are looking at this match a lot of different ways. They see it as D-Day's time to show that he truly belongs at that top level, and that his recent success isn't just a string of luck. Or they see it as the time for someone like Oblivion to get back to that level he was at earlier in his career, when he was in the spot that D-Day is in now. And then there are some out there who look at this match as the match that will propel a newcomer like Kaylyn, Odin or Roy to a point that they've never reached in their careers. But I don't see it that way.
Hank Brown: And how exactly do you view it?
Jay Price: As much as I hate to put myself in the same company as people like D-Day or Oblivion, even I can see that the three of us are part of a dying breed. I look around the locker room these days and there's barely any faces that I recognize anymore. So when I look at this match I see an opportunity for the three of us to show the world why no matter how good the new generation of talent looks, they'll be stuck playing second fiddle until we're long gone.
Hank Brown: Well Jay I want to thank you for your time. You had some...interesting things to say and I'm sure they're bound to garner some attention.
The scene fades out as the cameraman stops recording.
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I have waited two long years for this day to come, and now that it is finally here, I want you all to know that I will not let my opportunity pass. I understand that each of you have your own hopes and dreams and that winning this match would satisfy them, but I don't care. Your hopes, your dreams, your goals and everything else you hold near and dear to your heart...I don't care about any of them. The only thing that I do care about is the WCF World Title, and I will be walking out of Ultimate Showdown with it wrapped around my waist.
Jay Price: Anyway you could do that just a little bit quieter? I'm trying to sleep over here.
The sound of a blunt object hitting the door is heard followed by another round of throwing up. Price shakes his head and then lays it back down on the pillow as he drifts back off to sleep. The camera then pans off to the side and focuses in on a nearby alarm clock as it switches from 6:59 to 7:00.
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
Jay Price: Goddammit.
Price reaches over and angrily slaps the alarm clock to the ground, effectively stopping the beeping. Price pushes the blankets off of him and sits up on the bed.
Shannan Lerch: Did you just break another alarm clock?
Jay Price: Probably.
Price rubs the sleep from his eyes and then looks down at the clock, now in several pieces. He shrugs his shoulders, stands up and pushes the pieces under the bed for Shannan to clean up later. He then walks over to the door and knocks.
Jay Price: So are you going to be in there for a while? Because I kind of need to get into the shower sometime soon.
Shannan's response comes in the form of another blunt object hitting the door.
Jay Price: Is that a yes?
The scene fades out as Price awaits an answer.
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The scene fades back in with a shot of Hank Brown standing in front of a black curtain with the bright green WCF logo proudly displayed above his head. Hank shuffles through a few note cards in his hands and then tucks them away into his jacket pocket before giving his cameraman the signal.
Hank Brown: This Monday night at Ultimate Showdown 6 competitors are going to be facing off in a match where three different titles are going to be on the line: The WCF World Title, United States Title and Television Title. Here with me now is one of those competitors that will be looking to walk out of Ultimate Showdown with the ultimate prize in WCF, Jay Price.
The cameraman pulls the shot back and Jay Price is standing beside Hank in front of the curtain.
Hank Brown: Jay this is the first time you'll be competing in a match where the World Title is on the line. Before this the closest you've ever come is when you went one on one with Jay Williams for a chance to become the #1 Contender, and I'm sure you haven't forgotten that night.
Hank pauses as Price looks over at him, an agitated look on his face.
Jay Price: You plan on having a point to all this, or are you just trying to piss me off?
Hank Brown: The question I was going to ask is, how does it feel to be back in position to finally win your first World Title?
Jay Price: How does it feel? Are you fucking serious Hank? It feels fantastic. It feels amazing. It feels...right. It's a goddamn travesty that I've had to wait this long to finally get my chance at the World Title. I've spent my entire career doing nothing but busting my ass for this company, going from a total unknown to one of the hottest rookies in the history to the living legend that I am now, and it's only now that I'm getting the recognition that I deserve. And that Hank, is a fucking crime.
Hank Brown: With that said, do you feel as though you have anything to prove to yourself and everyone else?
Jay Price: Who the hell do I have to prove myself to? The fans? Fuck the fans. Those brainless peons aren't worthy to share the same space inside of an arena as me. Internet marks and six year olds wearing whatever t-shirt has the coolest picture on the front aren't the kind of people that I plan on wasting my time pandering to. People want to boo me? I fucking feed on that shit, so I beg them to keep doing it.
And as for the so called powers at be, I've got no need to worry about if I've proved myself to them or not. With Logan and Torture finally out of the spotlight and Creeping Death on the decline faster than ever, WCF needs me now more than ever. So whether I'm proven or not in their eyes, you're guaranteed to be seeing a whole lot of Jay Price.
Hank Brown: Moving on, let's shift focus to the match itself. This is the first time you'll be stepping into the ring against Roy Speede, however in the past you two have exchanged words. Then of course there was the rumor that he was Logan's son, which was recently declared untrue. With all of that in mind, how do you feel about Roy?
Price takes a moment as he rubs his chin in deep thought.
Jay Price: Hank, have you ever taken a shit so good that it can only be described as epic?
Hank Brown: I..wait what?
Jay Price: Surely you know what I'm talking about. Every guy has had that time come where he was locked in battle while he sat upon his white porcelain throne. The struggle he endured as sweat poured off his brow, all leading to that glorious moment when he heard a splash. That was the exact feeling I felt the moment that I learned Roy Speede was not in anyway related to me. I felt like I had just dropped a giant deuce into the toilet and then flushed it away. And you know why Hank?
Hank Brown: Wh..
Jay Price: Because no matter how you look at it Roy Speede is nothing more than a turd. And the thing about a turd is, no matter how much you polish it, or how much fucking silver lining you wrap it in, it's still a goddamn turd.
Hank Brown: The man is a two time WCF Tag Team Champion and a former United States Champion.
Jay Price: Yeah, and he also screamed out "I Quit" like a bitch during a match with Gravedigger. He may as well have screamed out "I've got no balls and I like it up the rectum" while he was at it because that's what the world thinks of him now.
Hank Brown: Touche. You know I think now would be as good of a time as any to move on to the next topic. Kaylyn Evans has been impressing a lot of people as of late, racking up quite a few wins while retaining the Television Title. How do you feel about "The Perfect Ten"?
Jay Price: "The Perfect Ten"? Fuck Hank, nut up and call her what she really is, "The Perfect Whore". Yeah I know all about her reign as Television Champion, and I know all about the matches she's won. But I also know that little Miss Evans isn't the first piece of ass to walk down to the ring, wagging her shit around like a dog's tail to get all of the guys in the back worked up. Don't get me wrong, she's a cute little number, but I'm not going to let some jezebel harlot shaking her ass distract me from winning gold. And you're sadly mistaken if you think that I'm above taking that pretty little face of hers and mashing it into the mat over and over and over again until she looks as repulsive as what's hiding under Oblivion's mask. You can ask Anastasia Petrova all about that.
Hank Brown: Yes, I remember that day. So many of the guys in the back broke down in tears that night. Now what about Odin Balfore?
Jay Price: What about him? Tell you what Hank, the day that Odin Balfore becomes relevant in WCF I'll give you the time of day to discuss him.
Hank Brown: I think it's time we moved onto someone that you're quite familiar with, Oblivion. The last time you and he faced off was in a 4-way match to determine a number one contender, a match which he won. What do you think it's going to take to beat him when the prize is even richer?
Jay Price: What's it going to take to beat him? The same thing that's going to beat everyone else: a Downfall straight to the mat. I'm honestly getting tired of everyone trying to build Oblivion up into this unstoppable monster that's to be feared. He's a man Hank, just like me and yo...okay like me, and just like every other man he can be knocked down off the pedestal that people place him on. You want to talk about that number one contenders match? Lets. Oblivion may have walked out of that match as the winner, but it wasn't because he was the better wrestler that night. Hell I could out wrestle him blindfolded. And he sure as hell didn't win because he outsmarted the rest of us. No, Oblivion was able to walk out of that match with a win because he waited for me to put Williams down for the count and then he slithered in like a coward to get the pin. But when it comes down to it, Oblivion and I both know that he can't beat me in a match. Well, not unless he has help that is.
Hank Brown: Strong words, I'm sure they'll get a strong reaction. Now finally, last but certainly not least, we come to the current WCF World Champion, D-Day. You and he have quite a bit of history, history that goes all the way back to the early days of both of your careers. Does it sting at all to know that he's reache....
Price drops Hank to the ground with a backhanded slap. Hank looks up at him, hand clutched to his bright red cheek.
Jay Price: Tell me Hank, did that sting at all?
Hank stands back up and adjusts his tie.
Hank Brown: Point taken. You already know what I'm going to ask, so let's just skip to the part where you talk.
Hank rubs his cheek as Price can't help but grin.
Jay Price: It's about time you finally learned how to do an interview with me. So yes, let's get the elephant in the room out of the way right off the bat: D-Day is the WCF World Champion. Woo-Hoo, congratulations to him. Now it's time for your reality check people: D-Day cannot beat me. From the first time I faced him up until the last time I faced him, every single match ended with me having my arm raised as he laid on the mat in crumpled fucking mess. "Oh well Jay, D-Day became a World Champion before you, that must hurt so bad." Oh shit, D-Day finally got one up on me? Are you fucking serious? My god, I don't think I can live in a world where people do things that I haven't done before. Seriously, I thought that we lived in a world where everything that I had done was the first time that it had ever been done.
Hank Brown: Okay Jay, I think the people get the point.
Jay Price: Really? Because I don't think they do Hank. All I've been hearing since the night D-Day won that title is how he won it before me. But what they don't seem to want to talk about is how their hero wasn't able to succeed until his greatest enemy was no longer around. And they sure as hell don't want to talk about what's going to happen to their Superman now that his kryptonite is back in WCF. But it's time for the people to face the facts Hank. It's time for them to realize that their golden boy is nothing more than another paper champion.
Hank Brown: Let's talk strategy for the match. Do you have any idea how you're going to prepare to take on five other hungry competitors that all want the World Title as badly as you do?
Jay Price: I'm going to fucking wing it like I always do.
Hank Brown: You're joking...right?
Jay Price: I never go into a match with a plan, because even the best laid plans have their faults. I mean you could spend days, even weeks, analyzing your opponent. Go over every aspect of their repertoire. Draw up the perfect plan for how to win. And then....you fail. I, however, prefer to go into a match with one thing on my mind. Winning. If you let your mind wander all over the place, thinking about every detail, you're bound to get distracted. For me, I stay focused on my goal of winning and I see it through to the end.
Hank Brown: Well then I guess you just have to do what works for you. I think it's about time we wrap this interview up, so do you have anything else you'd like to say?
Jay Price: Actually I do. A lot of people are looking at this match a lot of different ways. They see it as D-Day's time to show that he truly belongs at that top level, and that his recent success isn't just a string of luck. Or they see it as the time for someone like Oblivion to get back to that level he was at earlier in his career, when he was in the spot that D-Day is in now. And then there are some out there who look at this match as the match that will propel a newcomer like Kaylyn, Odin or Roy to a point that they've never reached in their careers. But I don't see it that way.
Hank Brown: And how exactly do you view it?
Jay Price: As much as I hate to put myself in the same company as people like D-Day or Oblivion, even I can see that the three of us are part of a dying breed. I look around the locker room these days and there's barely any faces that I recognize anymore. So when I look at this match I see an opportunity for the three of us to show the world why no matter how good the new generation of talent looks, they'll be stuck playing second fiddle until we're long gone.
Hank Brown: Well Jay I want to thank you for your time. You had some...interesting things to say and I'm sure they're bound to garner some attention.
The scene fades out as the cameraman stops recording.
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I have waited two long years for this day to come, and now that it is finally here, I want you all to know that I will not let my opportunity pass. I understand that each of you have your own hopes and dreams and that winning this match would satisfy them, but I don't care. Your hopes, your dreams, your goals and everything else you hold near and dear to your heart...I don't care about any of them. The only thing that I do care about is the WCF World Title, and I will be walking out of Ultimate Showdown with it wrapped around my waist.
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Seize the day, trust as little as possible in tomorrow.
Seize the day, trust as little as possible in tomorrow.