Post by Jayson Price on Jan 10, 2021 19:23:03 GMT -5
The scene slowly fades in on a breathtaking nighttime shot of the Philadelphia skyline as steam is rising up. Relaxing casually in a hot tub, staring out the glass panels of his penthouse apartment that sits high above the hustle and bustle of the streets, Jayson Price enjoys a tall glass of champagne as he takes in the sight of the stars in the sky. Basking in the luxury that a Hall Of Fame career can buy, Price closes his eyes, takes a long sip of the bubbly, lets out a content sigh and then finally speaks.
Jayson Price: You all know who I am, so introductions aren't really necessary. And yes, I know you all want to know why I'm here, but that will come out in due time. For now, I want you all to enjoy knowing that someone who spent years bashing the ownership of Action Wrestling for a myriad of reasons, still managed to get a contract offer that would absolutely piss off the majority of you. Oh, and let's not forget this...
Price holds up his hand to show off his Hall Of Fame ring. With a chuckle he pours himself another glass.
Jayson Price: I called the owners of this company a bunch of cucks a week ago and this week I'm officially debuting for their company. You know what that's called kids? It's called pull. It's called brand recognition. It's called ratings. I'm here despite everything that I've said and done because the people in charge still know that I can make truckloads of money for any company that I choose to appear for and Action Wrestling finally decided to pick up the phone and talk business. And I'm sure that's a decision that has a lot of you pissed off, but to that I simply say, oh well. The fact is I'm here now. The money and the ring were enough to get me to sign but believe me when I say that I do have some business that I plan on tending to now that I'm here. In the meantime, however, it would appear as though my long anticipated debut just happens to coincide with that of another.
Price finishes off the last of his glass and then stands up, stepping out of the hot tub and onto the marble floor. He grabs a white robe from a nearby chair and slips it on before making his way into another part of the apartment. As he walks down a hallway, he passes framed photos of himself throughout his career, some of him holding title belts, others celebrating his many victories.
Jayson Price: When I hear someone call themselves a veteran of the Independent wrestling scene, I can't help but feel a pang of pity because it tells me that they've wasted their lives chasing a dream with talent that will never get them their. The Indies are the minor leagues, the starting block where you hone your skills on the way to show. I mean I spent time on the circuit, you know, when I was in my teens. And I remember what the Indie "veterans" looked like: middle aged guys with dad bods that spent their mornings stocking shelves at Target and their weekends taking chair shots to the head for fifty bucks and a hot dog. How much "glory" a person can take in doing that shit is really just a sign of how low of a bar they've set for themselves in life. The whole fucking experience just makes you want to scream "I need to get out of here!". And I got out. I got noticed, I got signed and I moved on without ever once looking back with fond memories because I was too busy spending a decade plus succeeding at the highest level of our industry. But you, Julian, you bare the stench of the kind of failure that's soaked into every surface of those makeshift backstage areas set up in a high school gym or bingo hall. You might be a "veteran" in your own mind, but just because you once wrestled someone that was huge in the 80's and is still touring the backwoods of America for money to satiate his painkiller addiction, that doesn't mean you have what it takes to go up against someone that's won World Titles. And that's a real World Title so we're clear, not some cardboard cut-out that someone bedazzled and wrote "World Champion" in crayon on.
I know right now you're thinking that you finally made it, this is going to be your big shot to show everyone that all of those years toiling away in obscurity wasn't for nothing. You think that you deserve to be here and that it's going to be the first step in achieving all of those dreams that you've had since you were a kid seeing his very first match on television. The years haven't been kind to you and your joints ache every morning, but you still have gas in the tank and can do this long enough to leave a legacy, right? Wrong.
Julian, any other night, in any other match against any other man, you would have had a chance to make a name for yourself. But fate is a cruel, cruel bitch, Julian. Fate saw me achieve everything that you dreamed about while you were struggling just to get by. And now, on the night when you finally make your big debut to the world, fate decided to take your last shot at glory, your feel good story that if it were a movie would see you scripted to win in spectacular fashion, and it dropped me right in front of you. But this isn't a movie, Julian, it's real life and, as history shows up, you're a complete failure in life. But hey, congrats on getting here. Better luck next time!
Price raises his glass in a toast as the scene fades out.
Jayson Price: You all know who I am, so introductions aren't really necessary. And yes, I know you all want to know why I'm here, but that will come out in due time. For now, I want you all to enjoy knowing that someone who spent years bashing the ownership of Action Wrestling for a myriad of reasons, still managed to get a contract offer that would absolutely piss off the majority of you. Oh, and let's not forget this...
Price holds up his hand to show off his Hall Of Fame ring. With a chuckle he pours himself another glass.
Jayson Price: I called the owners of this company a bunch of cucks a week ago and this week I'm officially debuting for their company. You know what that's called kids? It's called pull. It's called brand recognition. It's called ratings. I'm here despite everything that I've said and done because the people in charge still know that I can make truckloads of money for any company that I choose to appear for and Action Wrestling finally decided to pick up the phone and talk business. And I'm sure that's a decision that has a lot of you pissed off, but to that I simply say, oh well. The fact is I'm here now. The money and the ring were enough to get me to sign but believe me when I say that I do have some business that I plan on tending to now that I'm here. In the meantime, however, it would appear as though my long anticipated debut just happens to coincide with that of another.
Price finishes off the last of his glass and then stands up, stepping out of the hot tub and onto the marble floor. He grabs a white robe from a nearby chair and slips it on before making his way into another part of the apartment. As he walks down a hallway, he passes framed photos of himself throughout his career, some of him holding title belts, others celebrating his many victories.
Jayson Price: When I hear someone call themselves a veteran of the Independent wrestling scene, I can't help but feel a pang of pity because it tells me that they've wasted their lives chasing a dream with talent that will never get them their. The Indies are the minor leagues, the starting block where you hone your skills on the way to show. I mean I spent time on the circuit, you know, when I was in my teens. And I remember what the Indie "veterans" looked like: middle aged guys with dad bods that spent their mornings stocking shelves at Target and their weekends taking chair shots to the head for fifty bucks and a hot dog. How much "glory" a person can take in doing that shit is really just a sign of how low of a bar they've set for themselves in life. The whole fucking experience just makes you want to scream "I need to get out of here!". And I got out. I got noticed, I got signed and I moved on without ever once looking back with fond memories because I was too busy spending a decade plus succeeding at the highest level of our industry. But you, Julian, you bare the stench of the kind of failure that's soaked into every surface of those makeshift backstage areas set up in a high school gym or bingo hall. You might be a "veteran" in your own mind, but just because you once wrestled someone that was huge in the 80's and is still touring the backwoods of America for money to satiate his painkiller addiction, that doesn't mean you have what it takes to go up against someone that's won World Titles. And that's a real World Title so we're clear, not some cardboard cut-out that someone bedazzled and wrote "World Champion" in crayon on.
I know right now you're thinking that you finally made it, this is going to be your big shot to show everyone that all of those years toiling away in obscurity wasn't for nothing. You think that you deserve to be here and that it's going to be the first step in achieving all of those dreams that you've had since you were a kid seeing his very first match on television. The years haven't been kind to you and your joints ache every morning, but you still have gas in the tank and can do this long enough to leave a legacy, right? Wrong.
Julian, any other night, in any other match against any other man, you would have had a chance to make a name for yourself. But fate is a cruel, cruel bitch, Julian. Fate saw me achieve everything that you dreamed about while you were struggling just to get by. And now, on the night when you finally make your big debut to the world, fate decided to take your last shot at glory, your feel good story that if it were a movie would see you scripted to win in spectacular fashion, and it dropped me right in front of you. But this isn't a movie, Julian, it's real life and, as history shows up, you're a complete failure in life. But hey, congrats on getting here. Better luck next time!
Price raises his glass in a toast as the scene fades out.