Patient Two: Jayson Price (997 words)
Mar 7, 2021 0:39:47 GMT -5
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Post by Debra Monroe on Mar 7, 2021 0:39:47 GMT -5
Debra writhed as pain shot through her from stomach to toes. Her mouth opened in a choked scream. Her fists slammed against the coated walls. With a grunt she forced her bowels to cooperate, and out shot torrents of truck stop chili that recently had a heated disagreement with her tummy. When the last of it hit the toilet water, she slumped, arms limp at her sides. Relief.
If she were mean as some of her counterparts in AW she’d post something on social media about how she just took Jayson Price “swimming” or how truck stop chili put up a better fight than the AW version of Jayson Price likely would. But she’s not that mean, nor did she think him a joke like so many do. She wondered if the bad batch of chili had reinforcements coming as she sat in the bathroom stall at Slobber Bob’s Truck Stop, panting. The Mugger from Huggerton played it safe and waited a few minutes.
It would be a good time to record her findings thus far too, so she pulled out her handy dandy pocket size audio recorder and began recording.
”Patient number two, pun not intended, Jayson Price. Subject displays trademark signs of laziness, depression, and alcoholism.”
She reflected for a moment. She’d had her battle with the bottle and she felt for him.
”Subject suffers from denial. He’s berated opponents for being Great Value brand knock offs, yet doesn’t see that he’s the Great Value brand knock off of the WCF Jayson Price.”
No. It could be said he’s worse than that. One could claim he’s the sludge that’s discarded when it doesn’t pass quality and control during the shipping process. She wondered if Jayson had drowned in the river of liquor and iniquity ages ago, and now all that’s left is his ghost.
That thought passed. The positive side of her wouldn’t let it stand. If the real Jayson Price was still in there, she’d find a way to pull him out. She needed that. More importantly, he needed that. A whirring sound snapped her attention away suddenly. Her eyes widened in surprise as a remote controlled toy truck emerged from the space under the stall.
”What the hug!?!”
An AW promo video device was strapped to it. The last time the production crew shot her promo they did so using a flying drone while she was on break at the soup kitchen. Now they were getting bolder! Like last time, there was a cue card with a countdown, and the green light flicked on. But the only thing it captured was her shoe as she kicked it away.
”Unhugreal!”
She was a little alarmed by the whole thing, but she did need to shoot a promo. Just then the idea fairy popped in and gifted the Hug Queenpin. Trey Bouchet had told her about AW acquiring the rights and relics of WCF, including the WCF Hall of Fame artifacts which were on display at AW headquarters in Las Vegas.
A plan anchored her mind. One that would draw out the WCF Jayson Price.
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Few days later
Deb’s plan was to take memorabilia attached to Jayson Price from the WCF section of the HOF and hold it for ransom to make the legendary version of Jayson Price show up for their match. His pride and ego wouldn’t allow such a thing to stand, she hoped. But Debra lost her will when faced with the task. The idea sickened her, and she hated herself for ever entertaining the scheme.
”Jayson, you should’ve seen your spot in here when I arrived.”
She’d made the trip anyway, and now she shot her promo as mandated, resting with a bottle of cleaner and a rag. She gestured and the viewers were shown a “before” picture which showed the terrible condition Jayson’s WCF HOF bust and artifacts had been in. His bust had graffiti on it and dried gum over the eyes.
Cut scene back to Debra. Things were a lot cleaner in Jayson’s area now. A broom, mop, and rags dominated the backdrop. She wiped sweat off herself and side hugged his cleaned bust.
”I was gonna do something mean myself but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I have what most in AW don’t have for you. Respect. The way you threw yourself into AW’s WCF Final ONE show to defend the glory of not just yourself but WCF told me alot about you. That night you put away the bottle and your bull-malarkey ‘I don’t care’ attitude to fight for something you believed in. And now I’m asking you to fight that way one more time in our match. I know I haven’t earned the right to wrestle that version of you. I’m just a hooker selling hugs, and my pimp is pro wrestling. I’m asking because you need it. If that version of you shows up you might survive. If the half-ass version shows up, I’m gonna down you quicker than a New York winter cannibalizes the fall.”
She made sure she spoke with certainty, so he knew her words weren’t words, they were prophecy.
”Because while you’re getting drunk, I’m training with Trey who defeated you decisively, and he’s shown me the blueprint. Your defeats in AW are stacking with the same acceleration as your accolades in WCF did, Jayson. Soon it’ll be all you’re known for. Are you really gonna let a girl beat you up again? Are you really gonna let me defend your glory better than you have? I guess we’ll find out Monday.”
She looked at the immortalized framed picture of Jayson at WCF’s Fifteen in 2016. The shot captured him perfectly in that moment, the flashes of the bulbs illuminating his sexy musculature as he stood over Wade Moor with the WCF World Title raised.
Debra would rather lose to that version of Jayson than to defeat the current iteration.
Scene ends with a PSA.
If she were mean as some of her counterparts in AW she’d post something on social media about how she just took Jayson Price “swimming” or how truck stop chili put up a better fight than the AW version of Jayson Price likely would. But she’s not that mean, nor did she think him a joke like so many do. She wondered if the bad batch of chili had reinforcements coming as she sat in the bathroom stall at Slobber Bob’s Truck Stop, panting. The Mugger from Huggerton played it safe and waited a few minutes.
It would be a good time to record her findings thus far too, so she pulled out her handy dandy pocket size audio recorder and began recording.
”Patient number two, pun not intended, Jayson Price. Subject displays trademark signs of laziness, depression, and alcoholism.”
She reflected for a moment. She’d had her battle with the bottle and she felt for him.
”Subject suffers from denial. He’s berated opponents for being Great Value brand knock offs, yet doesn’t see that he’s the Great Value brand knock off of the WCF Jayson Price.”
No. It could be said he’s worse than that. One could claim he’s the sludge that’s discarded when it doesn’t pass quality and control during the shipping process. She wondered if Jayson had drowned in the river of liquor and iniquity ages ago, and now all that’s left is his ghost.
That thought passed. The positive side of her wouldn’t let it stand. If the real Jayson Price was still in there, she’d find a way to pull him out. She needed that. More importantly, he needed that. A whirring sound snapped her attention away suddenly. Her eyes widened in surprise as a remote controlled toy truck emerged from the space under the stall.
”What the hug!?!”
An AW promo video device was strapped to it. The last time the production crew shot her promo they did so using a flying drone while she was on break at the soup kitchen. Now they were getting bolder! Like last time, there was a cue card with a countdown, and the green light flicked on. But the only thing it captured was her shoe as she kicked it away.
”Unhugreal!”
She was a little alarmed by the whole thing, but she did need to shoot a promo. Just then the idea fairy popped in and gifted the Hug Queenpin. Trey Bouchet had told her about AW acquiring the rights and relics of WCF, including the WCF Hall of Fame artifacts which were on display at AW headquarters in Las Vegas.
A plan anchored her mind. One that would draw out the WCF Jayson Price.
_________________________________________
Few days later
Deb’s plan was to take memorabilia attached to Jayson Price from the WCF section of the HOF and hold it for ransom to make the legendary version of Jayson Price show up for their match. His pride and ego wouldn’t allow such a thing to stand, she hoped. But Debra lost her will when faced with the task. The idea sickened her, and she hated herself for ever entertaining the scheme.
”Jayson, you should’ve seen your spot in here when I arrived.”
She’d made the trip anyway, and now she shot her promo as mandated, resting with a bottle of cleaner and a rag. She gestured and the viewers were shown a “before” picture which showed the terrible condition Jayson’s WCF HOF bust and artifacts had been in. His bust had graffiti on it and dried gum over the eyes.
Cut scene back to Debra. Things were a lot cleaner in Jayson’s area now. A broom, mop, and rags dominated the backdrop. She wiped sweat off herself and side hugged his cleaned bust.
”I was gonna do something mean myself but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I have what most in AW don’t have for you. Respect. The way you threw yourself into AW’s WCF Final ONE show to defend the glory of not just yourself but WCF told me alot about you. That night you put away the bottle and your bull-malarkey ‘I don’t care’ attitude to fight for something you believed in. And now I’m asking you to fight that way one more time in our match. I know I haven’t earned the right to wrestle that version of you. I’m just a hooker selling hugs, and my pimp is pro wrestling. I’m asking because you need it. If that version of you shows up you might survive. If the half-ass version shows up, I’m gonna down you quicker than a New York winter cannibalizes the fall.”
She made sure she spoke with certainty, so he knew her words weren’t words, they were prophecy.
”Because while you’re getting drunk, I’m training with Trey who defeated you decisively, and he’s shown me the blueprint. Your defeats in AW are stacking with the same acceleration as your accolades in WCF did, Jayson. Soon it’ll be all you’re known for. Are you really gonna let a girl beat you up again? Are you really gonna let me defend your glory better than you have? I guess we’ll find out Monday.”
She looked at the immortalized framed picture of Jayson at WCF’s Fifteen in 2016. The shot captured him perfectly in that moment, the flashes of the bulbs illuminating his sexy musculature as he stood over Wade Moor with the WCF World Title raised.
Debra would rather lose to that version of Jayson than to defeat the current iteration.
Scene ends with a PSA.