Post by Price on Feb 4, 2023 4:44:58 GMT
Price, cellphone camera propped up somewhere on the streets of Scotland. We keep is simple around here.
"Son, you done fucked up."
Price shakes his head.
"Yeah I'm talking to you JGR, don't worry Imma keep this short and sweet for your dumb ass. You took the wrong fools money. Sure, this might be a decent pay day for you, but ya going to have to earn it, and it's going to hurt, a lot, because I ain't holding back with your big dumb ass, I can't afford to, I've got bigger fish to fry later that night.
Getting in the ring with an hurt and cornered beast such as my self is hazardous to one's health so I hope Touchdown is offering you insurance, because you're going to need it when I rearrange your teeth in your mouth and stop that trash talking face in. Trust me, I get it, you're a goon for hire, you're not a wrestler ya a fighter, a survivor.
Blah blah fucking blah."
He makes a talking motion with his hand.
"Yeah I requested this match to be no DQ, so your dumb ass wouldn't get disqualified before I properly taught you your lesion.
Not all pay checks are worth the blood stained paper they are printed on.
Shit I'd offer your double if I thought your dumb thickheaded self would actually take it but you wouldn't would ya?
Naw."
Price shakes his head no.
"Because it's bullshit. It's all talk, smoke and mirrors, a dog and pony show.
You ain't in it for the money, that's just a cover."
He points at the camera.
"You've bought in to the whole Team Touchdown idea haven't ya?
Yeah ya did."
Price nods.
"You think Touchdown and you are going to take over and rule this place right?
That's the real end goal.
You aint a hired gun.
You're a mark being used by the biggest carny on this roster."
Price chuckles.
"He's using you to soften me up before I come and take his title away from him.
Problem is, there aint nothing soft about me."
He lifts his shirt and slaps his belly
"Sure might be a few more pound than normal, but it's like Wilson Fisk, all solid. And I'm down ten pounds since coming back thanks for askin'. Glad my hard work is starting to show."
He gives a grin.
"You done fucked up JGR, not because you bought into Touchdown's lies, or because you cashed his checks, naw you done fucked up by agreeing to get in the ring with a pissed off Messiah of Hardcore, you fucked up by thinking you can hang with me in, and out, of that ring. Imma hurt you in ways you never knew posible, I'm going to break things you never thought could be broken, and at the end of the night Imma teach you the most important lession of them all.
No ammount of money in the world can save you from the Chaos, and no riches are worth crossing Price.
I have spoken."
With that he walks off and the camera cuts off.
