Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2020 0:00:07 GMT -5
The scene slowly fades in on a very simple setting. Jayson Price is sitting alone in an armchair on a stage, a projection screen pulled down behind him. He seems rather relaxed, not unlike the way he's been during his last two appearances on Action Wrestling television. As the camera begins to slowly zoom in on his face, he speaks.
Jayson Price: Let me tell you all a story about a man who led a life that brought about so much jealousy, that it led people to tell their own twisted tales about him in an inept attempt to bring him down. A man who's successes brought only nitpicks about his failures. A man who's defining moments were belittled by those who failed to create their own. A man who truly only ever wanted to live the life that he dreamed of, attacked by those who couldn't see past their own insecurities long enough to realize that they were blaming the wrong person. That man is me, folks, and it's a story that's been told many, many times over the last decade, with the only thing changing being the true villains of the tale. And now we have a new antagonist. Let's meet him, shall we?
The screen behind Price shifts to a still photo of Crow McMorris.
Jayson Price: Hello Crow, how have you been? I know that we really haven't had much time to talk since I decided to make my appearance here in Action Wrestling, what with me choosing to cuck an entire Universe while leaving you to sputter for words. I truly wished to see what eloquent musings you could muster when you had absolutely no new material to work with and, honestly, you disappointed me. You have a father who prides himself on being a master of the microphone, a true silver-tongued devil if there was ever one. And you? You've never been one to be at a loss for words. So here I thought I had two men, who when presented with the task of creating a reason to justify me actually showing up to respond, would succeed in enthralling me and captivating my attention. But alas, dear Crow, as I said you disappointed me.
Price leans back in his chair, shaking his head in frustration. The photo of Crow behind Price fades out and is replaced with a picture of Crow and Buddy Roman in the ring last week on Clash.
Jayson Price: Last week you and Buddy Roman wanted me to step into the ring with you and go tit for tat in a verbal battle. You were demanding answers or a rebuttal or anything really because up until that point I had given you exactly nothing. All you knew was that I had shown up in AW to face you in a match at Revolution Three, that's all. And you didn't like that. So you showed up on Clash and did your best at trying to draw me out with a little storytime for the audience. And my oh my, what a story it was, reliving the greatest hits. But not the hits of my career, no. Rather it was a collection of the same snark that every opponent that I've had before you has thrown my way.
The photo again changes, this time of a shot of Jayson Price in the crowd while Buddy and Crow are in the ring looking annoyed.
Jayson Price: There I am, sitting front row with my popcorn and my soda, ready to hear something captivating and instead I'm treated to Buddy Roman trying to get under my skin as he rehashes the Mama Mustache period of WCF and then a long, drawn-out spiel about how Zombie McMorris was the true King Internet and not me. My god, Buddy, you're supposed to be one of the greatest managers to ever pick up a microphone, yet when you're not given softballs gently lofted to you, your swings have as much force as a nerd in his basement recreating Star Wars. You want the 'King Internet' moniker? Take it. For fuck's sake Buddy, that was for marketing while I was the Internet Champion. You know, throw that shit on some t-shirts and watch them sell until it's time for the next one. You're a manager, you get how it works. But what you were so passionately pining for was a blip, a meaningless, fleeting moment from my past. And as for the Mama Mustache saga, well, let's be honest, while it wasn't my greatest achievement, it's not like I'm going to apologize for the fact that the one thing people are going to remember from the final months of WCF's long history is me living inside of a vagina. You want me to atone for that? Explain myself and how I can have any pride or self-respect left after such a thing?
Price pauses and looks around, hands up in the air as if to say "are you talking to me?".
Jayson Price: Buddy, pal, I'm a fucking alcoholic that was collecting a paycheck and I didn't have to do a god damn thing except for lounging about inside of a fucking vagina while everyone else struggled to find a way to be more entertaining than me. If you want me to apologize for anything, ask me to tell everyone that was in WCF at the end that I'm sorry for stealing the spotlight without having to step inside of a ring for months at a time. But I'm not sorry, Buddy. And I'm not embarrassed or ashamed or ready to atone for anything. You tried so hard to get under my skin and I want to applaud you for that, but all you managed to do amidst all of your swings and misses, was suck my cock while burying your own son and grandson's legacies. Because in your very own words...
Price pauses before standing up and launching into his very best Buddy Roman impression.
Jayson Price: 'No family in professional wrestling history has held more titles, destroyed more careers, and overcome more odds that this one.'
Price again pauses as he begins counting using his fingers.
Jayson Price: Yeah, see, last time that I checked, eighteen is more than twelve. As in eighteen overall titles held for me compared to just twelve combined for your family. And ten of those were from ZMac on his own. Now fuck, you wanna start adding on titles from other companies then sure, eventually, you'll tip the scales in your favor, but let's just keep the focus on the one place that we all have in common. Your family that you hold in such high regard, the one that's a title collecting, career-destroying and odds overcoming feel-good story, I'm really happy that you're proud of them. But where do you come off-putting what they've done up against my career, let alone trying to make a case that either of them has surpassed me?
The picture behind Price fades to one of Zombie McMorris.
Jayson Price: Your chosen son, that grunge era reject who looks like he's 50 but still spouts off like he's a 15-year-old in an AOL chat room, was and still is nothing more than a washed-up mid-carder. Believe me, if they handed out World Titles to whoever uttered 'lolfgt' the most, ZMac would have himself a Scrooge McDuck kind of vault. But as good of a talker as he is, he's never had the talent to match it so he's been stuck in the middle for what seems like forever. And you want to talk like he's matched or fuck, even exceeded me? I don't know if the neck fat it slowing down the oxygen to your brain or what, but you're talking to a 2 Time World Champion. The undisputed greatest Hall Of Fame snub of all time. The man who spent a decade rewriting history books, knocking off legends and collecting every title in sight, all to build a career that's a wet dream for people like your children. So Buddy, next time you want to let my name slip through your dick slurpers, put some fucking respect on it and keep your crack addict son's stench as far as humanly possible from it. But we're not really here to talk about Zombie McMorris, no, he's not a part of any of this. This is about Crow McMorris.
Once again the image of Crow McMorris appears behind Price.
Jason Price: You know part of the reason that I'm so disappointed in you Crow, it's that I really expected this lead up to our match to be different than all the rest of them. The first time that you and I stepped into the ring against each other, forgetting about the venue or the company or any of the other factors, should have been something special. But what, because I didn't show up and attack you or come to the ring and launch into some burial speech, you chose to not take any of this seriously? I play mind games with you and you choose to suck my dick on Twitter? Listen, normally I love to hear about someone stanning for me, but I saw through you from the time you posted that very first tweet listing off all of my accomplishments. The praise. The adulation. The talk about 'first time ever'. People thought you were trying to honor me but I saw it. Then there was the 'Hello' video post with the snarky line and it only proved me right. It was cute watching you try to throw out those first few shots, trying to bait me into a Twitter war with you, but I've been doing this far too long kid. Next time ask your daddy to take over your Twitter account for you and maybe I'll give you more than an emoji.
Price pauses to take a drink of water from the bottle beside him.
Jayson Price: But then we just circle back to last week when you and your loving grandpa were in the ring trying to rile me up. And if people didn't already see through those tweets, you made it quite obvious when you followed Buddy's lead and started bringing up all the shit from the past. You went from sucking my dick and calling me one of the greatest of all time, to taking shots at me on the microphone. And they weren't even good shots! For fuck's sake Crow, you took a cue from Machine Gun Kelly with your approach. But you wanted to play it this way so fuck it, let's do it your way.
The photo behind Price switches to a very simple one, just the number 18.
Jayson Price: You said it yourself, eighteen title belts. Main evented every major Pay Per View. Multiple-time World Champion. Yet you think I'm considered a joke by everyone? Son, I got invited to be part of Revolution 3, I didn't ask them to be part of it. I don't even work for Action Wrestling, I never signed a contract outside of the one for this one show. They called me up, said 'Hey Jayson, we were wondering if you'd make an appearance on our show', told them how much it would take and they didn't even bat an eye. Companies don't make calls like that to guys who are considered jokes, Crow. I wouldn't expect you to understand how certain things work, but I'll let you in on that little secret. Guys like me, we get those calls because companies know that it'll put a pop into the ratings or it'll get more buy rates for the Pay Per Views. You don't want to believe me? Check the fucking card. The guy you call a joke is the only reason your name is as high on a Pay Per View card as it is. Do you really think Crow McMorris is enough of a name to get near top billing without there being some sort of title on the line? Get the fuck out of here. You're going to get yourself a nice little bump in your next paycheck from this match because of the billing that I, and only I, got you. The guy that you think is a joke in this industry.
Price chuckles to himself before stopping to take another drink of water.
Jayson Price: No, the joke, Crow, is the idea that you want me to believe in you. Believe in you? Crow, what is it exactly that you want me to believe? That there is more to all of this than what I heard from you and Buddy last week? Because I'm really having a hard time fathoming that you have more to come at me with than what you've already said. I swear to God, sitting there watching you dig down deep for something to get under my skin, and only coming up with a line about aliens and clones? Bitch, last time I checked you died on national television and then got miraculously resurrected using some of the dried jizz from Zombie's boxers. Good lord, I've got mother fucking fromunda cheese trying to take down my legacy.
Price throws his hands up in the air in disbelief.
Jayson Price: Now normally I hate spoiling the endings of things, Crow, but I'm going to go ahead and give away the ending of this story now. You fail. You don't end my legacy. You don't tarnish my legacy, hell you don't even put a smudge on it. I've spent 10 years building a career that you, your daddy, your grandpappy and the rest of the McMorris clan past and future are going to spend the rest of eternity trying to match as a group. But you? In a family that includes Zombie, you're forever going to be the black sheep because you were the one that supposedly had all the potential and what did you ever really do with it? Doesn't matter if it was Scarecrow or Crow McMorris, your run in WCF was a fucking joke. You were on everyone's radar, fucking Corey Black was cumming on a weekly basis watching your matches because he saw the second coming of himself in you. You were supposed to be something and then...nothing. Two runs with some low tier titles, fuck the biggest thing you ever did was die. I'd say your resurrection was a big deal but I mean, was it really? Sure, it's hella impressive to see a resurrection, but what was the point in the end when you couldn't do jack shit to make it worth it? And please, spare us the 'BUT I WAS A WORLD CHAMPION IN UCI!' retort, because if we recognize that shit then we'll have to admit Adam Young's 29 different Texas World Titles were legitimate. The simple fact is, you, Crow, had it right in the very beginning on Twitter. Listing off all of my accomplishments, calling me one of the best to do it, that's where you should have stopped because everything that followed was just you digging a hole deeper and deeper. Every insult, every claim about how I embarrassed myself doing this or that, every fucking word you uttered in that ring last week, is going to come back to haunt you when you fail to beat me at Revolution Three. I mean really, what makes you think that this time is going to be any different than any other time you had a spotlight on you?
Price's mouth curls into a smug smile as the lights fade out and the scene ends.
Jayson Price: Let me tell you all a story about a man who led a life that brought about so much jealousy, that it led people to tell their own twisted tales about him in an inept attempt to bring him down. A man who's successes brought only nitpicks about his failures. A man who's defining moments were belittled by those who failed to create their own. A man who truly only ever wanted to live the life that he dreamed of, attacked by those who couldn't see past their own insecurities long enough to realize that they were blaming the wrong person. That man is me, folks, and it's a story that's been told many, many times over the last decade, with the only thing changing being the true villains of the tale. And now we have a new antagonist. Let's meet him, shall we?
The screen behind Price shifts to a still photo of Crow McMorris.
Jayson Price: Hello Crow, how have you been? I know that we really haven't had much time to talk since I decided to make my appearance here in Action Wrestling, what with me choosing to cuck an entire Universe while leaving you to sputter for words. I truly wished to see what eloquent musings you could muster when you had absolutely no new material to work with and, honestly, you disappointed me. You have a father who prides himself on being a master of the microphone, a true silver-tongued devil if there was ever one. And you? You've never been one to be at a loss for words. So here I thought I had two men, who when presented with the task of creating a reason to justify me actually showing up to respond, would succeed in enthralling me and captivating my attention. But alas, dear Crow, as I said you disappointed me.
Price leans back in his chair, shaking his head in frustration. The photo of Crow behind Price fades out and is replaced with a picture of Crow and Buddy Roman in the ring last week on Clash.
Jayson Price: Last week you and Buddy Roman wanted me to step into the ring with you and go tit for tat in a verbal battle. You were demanding answers or a rebuttal or anything really because up until that point I had given you exactly nothing. All you knew was that I had shown up in AW to face you in a match at Revolution Three, that's all. And you didn't like that. So you showed up on Clash and did your best at trying to draw me out with a little storytime for the audience. And my oh my, what a story it was, reliving the greatest hits. But not the hits of my career, no. Rather it was a collection of the same snark that every opponent that I've had before you has thrown my way.
The photo again changes, this time of a shot of Jayson Price in the crowd while Buddy and Crow are in the ring looking annoyed.
Jayson Price: There I am, sitting front row with my popcorn and my soda, ready to hear something captivating and instead I'm treated to Buddy Roman trying to get under my skin as he rehashes the Mama Mustache period of WCF and then a long, drawn-out spiel about how Zombie McMorris was the true King Internet and not me. My god, Buddy, you're supposed to be one of the greatest managers to ever pick up a microphone, yet when you're not given softballs gently lofted to you, your swings have as much force as a nerd in his basement recreating Star Wars. You want the 'King Internet' moniker? Take it. For fuck's sake Buddy, that was for marketing while I was the Internet Champion. You know, throw that shit on some t-shirts and watch them sell until it's time for the next one. You're a manager, you get how it works. But what you were so passionately pining for was a blip, a meaningless, fleeting moment from my past. And as for the Mama Mustache saga, well, let's be honest, while it wasn't my greatest achievement, it's not like I'm going to apologize for the fact that the one thing people are going to remember from the final months of WCF's long history is me living inside of a vagina. You want me to atone for that? Explain myself and how I can have any pride or self-respect left after such a thing?
Price pauses and looks around, hands up in the air as if to say "are you talking to me?".
Jayson Price: Buddy, pal, I'm a fucking alcoholic that was collecting a paycheck and I didn't have to do a god damn thing except for lounging about inside of a fucking vagina while everyone else struggled to find a way to be more entertaining than me. If you want me to apologize for anything, ask me to tell everyone that was in WCF at the end that I'm sorry for stealing the spotlight without having to step inside of a ring for months at a time. But I'm not sorry, Buddy. And I'm not embarrassed or ashamed or ready to atone for anything. You tried so hard to get under my skin and I want to applaud you for that, but all you managed to do amidst all of your swings and misses, was suck my cock while burying your own son and grandson's legacies. Because in your very own words...
Price pauses before standing up and launching into his very best Buddy Roman impression.
Jayson Price: 'No family in professional wrestling history has held more titles, destroyed more careers, and overcome more odds that this one.'
Price again pauses as he begins counting using his fingers.
Jayson Price: Yeah, see, last time that I checked, eighteen is more than twelve. As in eighteen overall titles held for me compared to just twelve combined for your family. And ten of those were from ZMac on his own. Now fuck, you wanna start adding on titles from other companies then sure, eventually, you'll tip the scales in your favor, but let's just keep the focus on the one place that we all have in common. Your family that you hold in such high regard, the one that's a title collecting, career-destroying and odds overcoming feel-good story, I'm really happy that you're proud of them. But where do you come off-putting what they've done up against my career, let alone trying to make a case that either of them has surpassed me?
The picture behind Price fades to one of Zombie McMorris.
Jayson Price: Your chosen son, that grunge era reject who looks like he's 50 but still spouts off like he's a 15-year-old in an AOL chat room, was and still is nothing more than a washed-up mid-carder. Believe me, if they handed out World Titles to whoever uttered 'lolfgt' the most, ZMac would have himself a Scrooge McDuck kind of vault. But as good of a talker as he is, he's never had the talent to match it so he's been stuck in the middle for what seems like forever. And you want to talk like he's matched or fuck, even exceeded me? I don't know if the neck fat it slowing down the oxygen to your brain or what, but you're talking to a 2 Time World Champion. The undisputed greatest Hall Of Fame snub of all time. The man who spent a decade rewriting history books, knocking off legends and collecting every title in sight, all to build a career that's a wet dream for people like your children. So Buddy, next time you want to let my name slip through your dick slurpers, put some fucking respect on it and keep your crack addict son's stench as far as humanly possible from it. But we're not really here to talk about Zombie McMorris, no, he's not a part of any of this. This is about Crow McMorris.
Once again the image of Crow McMorris appears behind Price.
Jason Price: You know part of the reason that I'm so disappointed in you Crow, it's that I really expected this lead up to our match to be different than all the rest of them. The first time that you and I stepped into the ring against each other, forgetting about the venue or the company or any of the other factors, should have been something special. But what, because I didn't show up and attack you or come to the ring and launch into some burial speech, you chose to not take any of this seriously? I play mind games with you and you choose to suck my dick on Twitter? Listen, normally I love to hear about someone stanning for me, but I saw through you from the time you posted that very first tweet listing off all of my accomplishments. The praise. The adulation. The talk about 'first time ever'. People thought you were trying to honor me but I saw it. Then there was the 'Hello' video post with the snarky line and it only proved me right. It was cute watching you try to throw out those first few shots, trying to bait me into a Twitter war with you, but I've been doing this far too long kid. Next time ask your daddy to take over your Twitter account for you and maybe I'll give you more than an emoji.
Price pauses to take a drink of water from the bottle beside him.
Jayson Price: But then we just circle back to last week when you and your loving grandpa were in the ring trying to rile me up. And if people didn't already see through those tweets, you made it quite obvious when you followed Buddy's lead and started bringing up all the shit from the past. You went from sucking my dick and calling me one of the greatest of all time, to taking shots at me on the microphone. And they weren't even good shots! For fuck's sake Crow, you took a cue from Machine Gun Kelly with your approach. But you wanted to play it this way so fuck it, let's do it your way.
The photo behind Price switches to a very simple one, just the number 18.
Jayson Price: You said it yourself, eighteen title belts. Main evented every major Pay Per View. Multiple-time World Champion. Yet you think I'm considered a joke by everyone? Son, I got invited to be part of Revolution 3, I didn't ask them to be part of it. I don't even work for Action Wrestling, I never signed a contract outside of the one for this one show. They called me up, said 'Hey Jayson, we were wondering if you'd make an appearance on our show', told them how much it would take and they didn't even bat an eye. Companies don't make calls like that to guys who are considered jokes, Crow. I wouldn't expect you to understand how certain things work, but I'll let you in on that little secret. Guys like me, we get those calls because companies know that it'll put a pop into the ratings or it'll get more buy rates for the Pay Per Views. You don't want to believe me? Check the fucking card. The guy you call a joke is the only reason your name is as high on a Pay Per View card as it is. Do you really think Crow McMorris is enough of a name to get near top billing without there being some sort of title on the line? Get the fuck out of here. You're going to get yourself a nice little bump in your next paycheck from this match because of the billing that I, and only I, got you. The guy that you think is a joke in this industry.
Price chuckles to himself before stopping to take another drink of water.
Jayson Price: No, the joke, Crow, is the idea that you want me to believe in you. Believe in you? Crow, what is it exactly that you want me to believe? That there is more to all of this than what I heard from you and Buddy last week? Because I'm really having a hard time fathoming that you have more to come at me with than what you've already said. I swear to God, sitting there watching you dig down deep for something to get under my skin, and only coming up with a line about aliens and clones? Bitch, last time I checked you died on national television and then got miraculously resurrected using some of the dried jizz from Zombie's boxers. Good lord, I've got mother fucking fromunda cheese trying to take down my legacy.
Price throws his hands up in the air in disbelief.
Jayson Price: Now normally I hate spoiling the endings of things, Crow, but I'm going to go ahead and give away the ending of this story now. You fail. You don't end my legacy. You don't tarnish my legacy, hell you don't even put a smudge on it. I've spent 10 years building a career that you, your daddy, your grandpappy and the rest of the McMorris clan past and future are going to spend the rest of eternity trying to match as a group. But you? In a family that includes Zombie, you're forever going to be the black sheep because you were the one that supposedly had all the potential and what did you ever really do with it? Doesn't matter if it was Scarecrow or Crow McMorris, your run in WCF was a fucking joke. You were on everyone's radar, fucking Corey Black was cumming on a weekly basis watching your matches because he saw the second coming of himself in you. You were supposed to be something and then...nothing. Two runs with some low tier titles, fuck the biggest thing you ever did was die. I'd say your resurrection was a big deal but I mean, was it really? Sure, it's hella impressive to see a resurrection, but what was the point in the end when you couldn't do jack shit to make it worth it? And please, spare us the 'BUT I WAS A WORLD CHAMPION IN UCI!' retort, because if we recognize that shit then we'll have to admit Adam Young's 29 different Texas World Titles were legitimate. The simple fact is, you, Crow, had it right in the very beginning on Twitter. Listing off all of my accomplishments, calling me one of the best to do it, that's where you should have stopped because everything that followed was just you digging a hole deeper and deeper. Every insult, every claim about how I embarrassed myself doing this or that, every fucking word you uttered in that ring last week, is going to come back to haunt you when you fail to beat me at Revolution Three. I mean really, what makes you think that this time is going to be any different than any other time you had a spotlight on you?
Price's mouth curls into a smug smile as the lights fade out and the scene ends.