Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2011 16:49:40 GMT -5
The scene opens with the cameraman standing behind Jay Price, his camera pointed over his shoulder, as Price is in the process of writing a note.
Oh Oblivion, it sounds as though I struck a nerve with my recent words. What was it exactly that got you so worked up? Was it me bringing up that disfigured mess that you call a face? No, that couldn't be it. I'm sure that you've become accustomed to the stares of the masses as they gaze upon your hideousness. I know what it is. It was it when I reminded you that no matter how many times you've suceeded, you were always stuck looking up the ladder at me? Even when you were lucky enough to be the World Champion, the only thing on people's minds were my exploits. But enough about the past, as you said this is about the present, so let's talk about what is going to happen tonight. Do you honestly believe that you are going to be able to beat me? You have to be fucking kidding me Obi. Even at 50%, I'm still better than you anyday of the week. I've proved it time after time, and tonight isn't going to be any different. And as for your little diatribe about loving to hurt people, what the fuck do you think I've made my career from? There is no one in this company that has put more people on the shelf or in the unemployment line than yours truly. There is no one in this company, and that includes you you Harvey Dent looking mother fucker, that is tougher or more hardcore than Jay Price. So you just continue living in your little fantasy land, where the vixens and midgets love you and the normal people fear you, because that's the only place where you're ever going to matter.[/color]
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D-Day, I'm shocked to see that for once you've chosen to take the intelligent route and keep your lips sealed. To be honest I was expecting to hear you brag about Ultimate Showdown. To brag about how you walked out with a title while I did not. For that I will give you a bit of applause. (insert mock clap here.) But don't think for a moment that you got the better of me. You didn't beat me at Ultimate Showdown D-Day, a crooked referee with a stick up his ass did that. But that's all in the past. Tonight is a new night, and I'm going to do the same exact thing that I did at Ultimate Showdown. I'm going to drop you face first on the mat and then I'm going to hook your leg and listen to the referee count to three. And if by some miracle you should dig down deep and find it in you to kick out, I'm going to do the same thing over and over and over again until finally you can't do anything but breathe.
And finally Aubrey. A long time ago I learned that you shouldn't sweat the small stuff. So with that said...
Price folds the note in half and writes Hank Brown's name on the front as the scene fades out.
Oh Oblivion, it sounds as though I struck a nerve with my recent words. What was it exactly that got you so worked up? Was it me bringing up that disfigured mess that you call a face? No, that couldn't be it. I'm sure that you've become accustomed to the stares of the masses as they gaze upon your hideousness. I know what it is. It was it when I reminded you that no matter how many times you've suceeded, you were always stuck looking up the ladder at me? Even when you were lucky enough to be the World Champion, the only thing on people's minds were my exploits. But enough about the past, as you said this is about the present, so let's talk about what is going to happen tonight. Do you honestly believe that you are going to be able to beat me? You have to be fucking kidding me Obi. Even at 50%, I'm still better than you anyday of the week. I've proved it time after time, and tonight isn't going to be any different. And as for your little diatribe about loving to hurt people, what the fuck do you think I've made my career from? There is no one in this company that has put more people on the shelf or in the unemployment line than yours truly. There is no one in this company, and that includes you you Harvey Dent looking mother fucker, that is tougher or more hardcore than Jay Price. So you just continue living in your little fantasy land, where the vixens and midgets love you and the normal people fear you, because that's the only place where you're ever going to matter.[/color]
[Insert random youtube video here]
[Insert random youtube video here]
[Insert random youtube video here]
D-Day, I'm shocked to see that for once you've chosen to take the intelligent route and keep your lips sealed. To be honest I was expecting to hear you brag about Ultimate Showdown. To brag about how you walked out with a title while I did not. For that I will give you a bit of applause. (insert mock clap here.) But don't think for a moment that you got the better of me. You didn't beat me at Ultimate Showdown D-Day, a crooked referee with a stick up his ass did that. But that's all in the past. Tonight is a new night, and I'm going to do the same exact thing that I did at Ultimate Showdown. I'm going to drop you face first on the mat and then I'm going to hook your leg and listen to the referee count to three. And if by some miracle you should dig down deep and find it in you to kick out, I'm going to do the same thing over and over and over again until finally you can't do anything but breathe.
And finally Aubrey. A long time ago I learned that you shouldn't sweat the small stuff. So with that said...
Price folds the note in half and writes Hank Brown's name on the front as the scene fades out.
