Post by Mason Jones on Nov 11, 2021 11:35:54 GMT -5
We fade into the home of Jayson Price in Philly, where Mason Jones has come over to work on Sober-Living and the upcoming match for Monday Night Clash.
Mason Jones: Price, she's good. Look at this footage.
Jayson Price: Don't need to. I won't need to look at any footage my man. I got this.
Mason Jones: She's good and you've lost ..
Jayson Price: LOST WHAT? LOST WEIGHT? YEAH.
Mason Jones: No, nevermind.
Jayson Price: SAY IT!
Mason Jones: You've lost a step!
Jayson Price: I have not! You know, I thought you were my friend, I thought you cared about me, right? Isn't that what you always say! You say you appreciate me with your stupid little fucking phrases and .. whats it called again? Your love language ugh, I fucking hate that phrase.
Mason Jones: I do care about you and I'm your friend, and I wish you were my friend but thats okay, I've parted ways with realizing that the last few weeks.
Jayson Price: What do you want from me, Mason? Yeah we're friends. Ok? Got it? Want me to write it down so its official. Want me to go on twitter and say we're FRIENDS! That make you feel better?
Mason Jones: Ya know, Price. I'm going to leave and I'll see you at the arena on Monday.
Jayson Price: Yeah, I'll be at the arena on Monday showing you and everyone else that I still have what it takes to do this and I'll be showing Miss Canada syrup lady that I'm the one winning the matches, I'm the Hall of Famer, I'm the all time great.
Mason is already grabbing his back pack and walking out of the home of Price.
Jayson Price: Yeah, you hear that? I'll be showing you HOW TO WIN MATCHES, MASON! I'LL BE THERE AT THE ARENA WINNING MY MATCH!
Mason closes the door behind him. Price grabs a diet Coke and opens it out of the fridge and drinks it.
Jayson Price: Pepsi? You gotta be kidding me. No one drinks that shit. Coke is where it's at.
The scene fades out.
Mason Jones: Price, she's good. Look at this footage.
Jayson Price: Don't need to. I won't need to look at any footage my man. I got this.
Mason Jones: She's good and you've lost ..
Jayson Price: LOST WHAT? LOST WEIGHT? YEAH.
Mason Jones: No, nevermind.
Jayson Price: SAY IT!
Mason Jones: You've lost a step!
Jayson Price: I have not! You know, I thought you were my friend, I thought you cared about me, right? Isn't that what you always say! You say you appreciate me with your stupid little fucking phrases and .. whats it called again? Your love language ugh, I fucking hate that phrase.
Mason Jones: I do care about you and I'm your friend, and I wish you were my friend but thats okay, I've parted ways with realizing that the last few weeks.
Jayson Price: What do you want from me, Mason? Yeah we're friends. Ok? Got it? Want me to write it down so its official. Want me to go on twitter and say we're FRIENDS! That make you feel better?
Mason Jones: Ya know, Price. I'm going to leave and I'll see you at the arena on Monday.
Jayson Price: Yeah, I'll be at the arena on Monday showing you and everyone else that I still have what it takes to do this and I'll be showing Miss Canada syrup lady that I'm the one winning the matches, I'm the Hall of Famer, I'm the all time great.
Mason is already grabbing his back pack and walking out of the home of Price.
Jayson Price: Yeah, you hear that? I'll be showing you HOW TO WIN MATCHES, MASON! I'LL BE THERE AT THE ARENA WINNING MY MATCH!
Mason closes the door behind him. Price grabs a diet Coke and opens it out of the fridge and drinks it.
Jayson Price: Pepsi? You gotta be kidding me. No one drinks that shit. Coke is where it's at.
The scene fades out.