Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2011 3:31:41 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a shot of Jay Price, dressed only in a pair of basketball shorts and sneakers, standing with his back turned to the camera as he stares ahead at the wall in front of him. The camera moves off to the side and zooms in on the space of wall in front of him, covered with the pictures of the five wrestlers he's set to face at Ultimate Showdown. He reaches out and pulls the picture of Roy Speede off the wall.
Jay Price: I swear to god Speede, every time I think you've peaked in terms of your idiocy, you find yet another way to embarrass yourself even more. Do you really think that you're going to get under my skin by comparing me to the lowly likes of Jason Kash? Or that you're going to get inside of my head by reminding yet again that I've yet to win the World Title in my career? News Flash Roy: I'm aware of what I've done, as are everyone else who has ever mentioned it before, so you're just repeating the same old tired bullshit.
But for fucks sake, even though I pegged you as a god damn punk from the first moment that I laid eyes on you, I never thought I'd look at you as a heartless bitch. To stand in front of a camera and publicly admit that you have no faith in yourself, you might as well be laying in the ring squealing out "I Quit" like a bitch all over again. Say whatever you want about what I have done and what I haven't done, but at least I can take a little bit of pride in the fact that no matter what the odds were I went into every fucking match thinking that I was going to win.
The WAR PPV in 2009. I was a fucking rookie thrown into a match the likes I had never before seen in my lifetime, but I had it set in my head that I was going to win it all. Did I? No. But I showed the goddamn world that I had a heart as big as my ego and I went the distance until it was myself, Logan and Slickie T. A fucking rookie in the ring with two future hall of famers. What do you think was going through my mind? "There's no way I can beat these guys, I'm not a front runner". Fuck no. I saw who was left in that ring with me and all I could think of was how I was winning that match. I had heart, I had faith in myself and when the match was over, even though I had lost, I was able to walk out of that arena with my chin up. Are you going to be able to do the same Roy? Are you going to be able to go home and look in the mirror and not see a quitter looking back at you? And how are you going to feel looking into Aubrey's eyes, knowing that she knows the man standing in front of her isn't a real man at all?
Price crumples the photo up into a ball and tosses it off to the side. Next he rips down the picture of Kaylyn James Evans.
Jay Price: Kaylyn you said it yourself, you've never once come face to face with me and you know next to nothing about me. So why is it that you seem to act like you know me so well? Why is it that you act is if you know what is going through my mind at this very second? Because I assure you, Miss Evans, that you know nothing about the ideas..the thoughts..the visions..and everything else that goes on inside of my mind. If I could show you, just pull them from my head and throw them up against a wall for you, I would, just so that maybe then you could try to understand the inner workings of my mind, but I can't. I can't even explain them to you because there are no words to properly describe them.
But what I can explain to you is that the difference between the things that I fear and the things that you fear, differ more greatly than you could possibly imagine. A person such as yourself could be fearful of something like being surpassed by a new generation, or being forgotten when you leave, or even not living up to the hype that was placed upon you. But for me, my fears are...are different. People outshining me don't scare me. People succeeding in areas where I haven't don't scare me. People in general don't scare me. What scares me is what happens when I go to that special place inside of my brain, that little part behind the medulla oblongata and just to the right of the cerebellum, where I feel so envigorated...so happy...so me. But of course not everyone likes that place as much as me, in fact you could say that some people fear that special place of mine. And one of those people is the same woman that I compared you to recently, Anastasia Petrova.
She was every bit the same as you Miss Evans, right down to the hard shell coating protecting the delicate sweet on the inside. She'd prance about for everyone, shaking this and that for the love of the men, but then would be just as quick to tell you that she shouldn't be taken lightly just because she was a woman. But I took her lightly Kaylyn, because she was a joke and a bad one at that. How else could she, a Television Champion at the time, lose to a guy competing in only his second match ever? Because I exposed her for what she was: a gloried whore that thought her tits and ass could get her whatever she wanted in this world. And that's what I see when I look at you Kaylyn, Anastasia Petrova 2.0. And I know you don't want the world to look at you like that, right?
He crumples the photo off and tosses it off to the side before pulling down the next photo, this one of Oblivion.
Jay Price: Oblivion I swear you haven't changed one bit since the last time you and I stepped into the ring against each other. I find it ironic, and a tad bit amusing, that you've labeled me as delusional and annoying when you've had the market on those two adjectives cornered since the day you first arrived in WCF as "Superstar" Ace Slaughter. Tell me Stephan, do you ever take a minute to actually listen to yourself when you speak? Or what about taking a moment, just a moment, to think before you open your mouth and proceed to let loose a string of nonsensical ramblings? Is your mind capable of such things, or is that just too complex of an idea for you to understand?
You see I understand that at one point you were a World Champion, but that was a different time and the landscape of WCF has changed greatly since then. Back then when you were going off with one of your long winded speeches, accompanied by your midgets and your vixens, we'd take notice because we actually thought that you were going to do something to make us stand in awe. But of course you never did. Now over a year later you're still using the same old schtick, still telling people to choke on shit that makes no god damn sense, with the only difference being a lack of midgets. And now what's worse is the fact that, while back then we all used to get a laugh listening to you try and put together sentences, now it's just become a sad experience every time I hear you speak.
He crumples the photo up, tosses it off to the side, and then pulls down a photo of Odin Balfore.
Jay Price: Odin, I take back the irrelevant comment I made about you a few days back and I apologize for any feelings of yours that I may have hurt by overlooking you. I mean because honestly, how could I ever overlook someone who has done so much in only a three month span. Let's see if I got this correct: Won US Title, "destroyed" Dangertainment and ended a few careers. Wow, that is just..impressive. I mean really, could there be a better three month span to start a career in the history of WCF? Hmm..
Won twelve matches, including nine straight to begin his career, while only losing twice.
Won the Television Title in only his second match ever and then proceeded to hold it for a then record two and a half months while defending it every single week, including two different pay per views where he was double booked.
Defeated the likes of D-Day and Hector Rodriguez who would go on to become World Champions, along with the likes of Slickie T and Steve Carr who are both Hall Of Famers. Not to mention that just a week after this three month span he defeated a Hall Of Famer and 5 Time WCF World Champion in Logan at the biggest PPV of the year, One.
Tied the record for the most eliminations, five, and set the then record for longest time spent in the WAR match at the WAR VIII PPV.
And while he may not have "destroyed" and stables, he was a part of the most dominant stable ever seen in WCF, the Team of Torture, who reeked havoc on the roster before they finally disbanded.
Who was it that did all of that you ask? That would be me. You think what you've done since you first came to WCF is impressive? It's not. The only thing you have on me up to this point in your career is that United States Title you hold around your waist, but even that point on your resume doesn't help you escape the shadow I cast. And you can talk all you want about the titles you've held in other companies, but I don't give a fuck about them because if a title doesn't have the WCF logo stamped on the front it don't mean shit.
He crumples the photo up and tosses it to the side before pulling down the final photo, The WCF World Champion D-Day.
Jay Price: So D-Day, you believe that I'm focusing too much on the future and not enough on the present? Well then, let's focus on the present and talk about Ultimate Showdown. Up to this point you've been doing a whole lot of talking about how you're going to retain that fifteen pounds of gold around your waist, almost as if you're trying to constantly reassure yourself that you can do it. But you can't D-Day, and you know that you can't. You maintain this calm and cool demeanor when the camera lens is pointed at your face, but the moment that red light goes out, I know that sinking feeling in your stomach comes back as you realize that the clock is ticking down on your World Title reign. You know that when you walk down to the ring for the match, it's the last time you're going to hear yourself announced by Kyle Steel as "The WCF World Champion....D-Daaaaaaaay". And you know that when you hand over that belt to the referee, that's going to be the last time you'll have the chance to feel the leather strap against your skin. Do you know how I know that D-Day?
Because you and I both know that there is no way you are going to be able to defeat the five competitors in this match and walk away still the World Champion. You might be able to eliminate Kaylyn or Speede. You might even be able to eliminate Odin or Oblivion. But you can't eliminate me.
You can speak all you want about how greatly you've improved over the course of your career. You can bring up the World Title and the US Title. You can even bring up the fact that you beat Torture. But for all the talk about how well you are doing now, I know deep down it has to be eating you up just a little bit that I can still go around claiming that the World Champion has never, and will never, beat me. Sure you'll deny it, probably play it off as a joke and make a witty comeback, but I know you too well D-Day, and I know if there's one thing you can't stand it's someone like me who rubs the past in your face. So take one good last look at that World Title, because the next time you see it it's going to be wrapped around my waist.
Rather than crumple up the photo, Price turns it around to reveal a shot of the WCF World Title. Price sticks that photo back up on the wall and then takes a moment to stare at it as he crosses his arms in front of him. The scene then slowly fades to black.
Jay Price: I swear to god Speede, every time I think you've peaked in terms of your idiocy, you find yet another way to embarrass yourself even more. Do you really think that you're going to get under my skin by comparing me to the lowly likes of Jason Kash? Or that you're going to get inside of my head by reminding yet again that I've yet to win the World Title in my career? News Flash Roy: I'm aware of what I've done, as are everyone else who has ever mentioned it before, so you're just repeating the same old tired bullshit.
But for fucks sake, even though I pegged you as a god damn punk from the first moment that I laid eyes on you, I never thought I'd look at you as a heartless bitch. To stand in front of a camera and publicly admit that you have no faith in yourself, you might as well be laying in the ring squealing out "I Quit" like a bitch all over again. Say whatever you want about what I have done and what I haven't done, but at least I can take a little bit of pride in the fact that no matter what the odds were I went into every fucking match thinking that I was going to win.
The WAR PPV in 2009. I was a fucking rookie thrown into a match the likes I had never before seen in my lifetime, but I had it set in my head that I was going to win it all. Did I? No. But I showed the goddamn world that I had a heart as big as my ego and I went the distance until it was myself, Logan and Slickie T. A fucking rookie in the ring with two future hall of famers. What do you think was going through my mind? "There's no way I can beat these guys, I'm not a front runner". Fuck no. I saw who was left in that ring with me and all I could think of was how I was winning that match. I had heart, I had faith in myself and when the match was over, even though I had lost, I was able to walk out of that arena with my chin up. Are you going to be able to do the same Roy? Are you going to be able to go home and look in the mirror and not see a quitter looking back at you? And how are you going to feel looking into Aubrey's eyes, knowing that she knows the man standing in front of her isn't a real man at all?
Price crumples the photo up into a ball and tosses it off to the side. Next he rips down the picture of Kaylyn James Evans.
Jay Price: Kaylyn you said it yourself, you've never once come face to face with me and you know next to nothing about me. So why is it that you seem to act like you know me so well? Why is it that you act is if you know what is going through my mind at this very second? Because I assure you, Miss Evans, that you know nothing about the ideas..the thoughts..the visions..and everything else that goes on inside of my mind. If I could show you, just pull them from my head and throw them up against a wall for you, I would, just so that maybe then you could try to understand the inner workings of my mind, but I can't. I can't even explain them to you because there are no words to properly describe them.
But what I can explain to you is that the difference between the things that I fear and the things that you fear, differ more greatly than you could possibly imagine. A person such as yourself could be fearful of something like being surpassed by a new generation, or being forgotten when you leave, or even not living up to the hype that was placed upon you. But for me, my fears are...are different. People outshining me don't scare me. People succeeding in areas where I haven't don't scare me. People in general don't scare me. What scares me is what happens when I go to that special place inside of my brain, that little part behind the medulla oblongata and just to the right of the cerebellum, where I feel so envigorated...so happy...so me. But of course not everyone likes that place as much as me, in fact you could say that some people fear that special place of mine. And one of those people is the same woman that I compared you to recently, Anastasia Petrova.
She was every bit the same as you Miss Evans, right down to the hard shell coating protecting the delicate sweet on the inside. She'd prance about for everyone, shaking this and that for the love of the men, but then would be just as quick to tell you that she shouldn't be taken lightly just because she was a woman. But I took her lightly Kaylyn, because she was a joke and a bad one at that. How else could she, a Television Champion at the time, lose to a guy competing in only his second match ever? Because I exposed her for what she was: a gloried whore that thought her tits and ass could get her whatever she wanted in this world. And that's what I see when I look at you Kaylyn, Anastasia Petrova 2.0. And I know you don't want the world to look at you like that, right?
He crumples the photo off and tosses it off to the side before pulling down the next photo, this one of Oblivion.
Jay Price: Oblivion I swear you haven't changed one bit since the last time you and I stepped into the ring against each other. I find it ironic, and a tad bit amusing, that you've labeled me as delusional and annoying when you've had the market on those two adjectives cornered since the day you first arrived in WCF as "Superstar" Ace Slaughter. Tell me Stephan, do you ever take a minute to actually listen to yourself when you speak? Or what about taking a moment, just a moment, to think before you open your mouth and proceed to let loose a string of nonsensical ramblings? Is your mind capable of such things, or is that just too complex of an idea for you to understand?
You see I understand that at one point you were a World Champion, but that was a different time and the landscape of WCF has changed greatly since then. Back then when you were going off with one of your long winded speeches, accompanied by your midgets and your vixens, we'd take notice because we actually thought that you were going to do something to make us stand in awe. But of course you never did. Now over a year later you're still using the same old schtick, still telling people to choke on shit that makes no god damn sense, with the only difference being a lack of midgets. And now what's worse is the fact that, while back then we all used to get a laugh listening to you try and put together sentences, now it's just become a sad experience every time I hear you speak.
He crumples the photo up, tosses it off to the side, and then pulls down a photo of Odin Balfore.
Jay Price: Odin, I take back the irrelevant comment I made about you a few days back and I apologize for any feelings of yours that I may have hurt by overlooking you. I mean because honestly, how could I ever overlook someone who has done so much in only a three month span. Let's see if I got this correct: Won US Title, "destroyed" Dangertainment and ended a few careers. Wow, that is just..impressive. I mean really, could there be a better three month span to start a career in the history of WCF? Hmm..
Won twelve matches, including nine straight to begin his career, while only losing twice.
Won the Television Title in only his second match ever and then proceeded to hold it for a then record two and a half months while defending it every single week, including two different pay per views where he was double booked.
Defeated the likes of D-Day and Hector Rodriguez who would go on to become World Champions, along with the likes of Slickie T and Steve Carr who are both Hall Of Famers. Not to mention that just a week after this three month span he defeated a Hall Of Famer and 5 Time WCF World Champion in Logan at the biggest PPV of the year, One.
Tied the record for the most eliminations, five, and set the then record for longest time spent in the WAR match at the WAR VIII PPV.
And while he may not have "destroyed" and stables, he was a part of the most dominant stable ever seen in WCF, the Team of Torture, who reeked havoc on the roster before they finally disbanded.
Who was it that did all of that you ask? That would be me. You think what you've done since you first came to WCF is impressive? It's not. The only thing you have on me up to this point in your career is that United States Title you hold around your waist, but even that point on your resume doesn't help you escape the shadow I cast. And you can talk all you want about the titles you've held in other companies, but I don't give a fuck about them because if a title doesn't have the WCF logo stamped on the front it don't mean shit.
He crumples the photo up and tosses it to the side before pulling down the final photo, The WCF World Champion D-Day.
Jay Price: So D-Day, you believe that I'm focusing too much on the future and not enough on the present? Well then, let's focus on the present and talk about Ultimate Showdown. Up to this point you've been doing a whole lot of talking about how you're going to retain that fifteen pounds of gold around your waist, almost as if you're trying to constantly reassure yourself that you can do it. But you can't D-Day, and you know that you can't. You maintain this calm and cool demeanor when the camera lens is pointed at your face, but the moment that red light goes out, I know that sinking feeling in your stomach comes back as you realize that the clock is ticking down on your World Title reign. You know that when you walk down to the ring for the match, it's the last time you're going to hear yourself announced by Kyle Steel as "The WCF World Champion....D-Daaaaaaaay". And you know that when you hand over that belt to the referee, that's going to be the last time you'll have the chance to feel the leather strap against your skin. Do you know how I know that D-Day?
Because you and I both know that there is no way you are going to be able to defeat the five competitors in this match and walk away still the World Champion. You might be able to eliminate Kaylyn or Speede. You might even be able to eliminate Odin or Oblivion. But you can't eliminate me.
You can speak all you want about how greatly you've improved over the course of your career. You can bring up the World Title and the US Title. You can even bring up the fact that you beat Torture. But for all the talk about how well you are doing now, I know deep down it has to be eating you up just a little bit that I can still go around claiming that the World Champion has never, and will never, beat me. Sure you'll deny it, probably play it off as a joke and make a witty comeback, but I know you too well D-Day, and I know if there's one thing you can't stand it's someone like me who rubs the past in your face. So take one good last look at that World Title, because the next time you see it it's going to be wrapped around my waist.
Rather than crumple up the photo, Price turns it around to reveal a shot of the WCF World Title. Price sticks that photo back up on the wall and then takes a moment to stare at it as he crosses his arms in front of him. The scene then slowly fades to black.
