What is dead can never die. (PRICE A6 RP)

[La Familia Price]

Post Overheated, PRICE and Spike hanging out backstage heading towards the BANG BRO! private locker when they see the newly crowned X*Champion Steve Awesome come walking out.

Spike: Steve! Congrats!

Spike gives Steve a bro hug, PRICE smacks him upside the head.

PRICE: Grats on winning the phalic symbol of Mongo's gluttony.

Steve rubs the back of his head.

Steve: Thanks guys, but as I just told Rat and Curtis, I'm not really up for celebrating right now so I'll catch y'all on the flipside.

PRICE: Ight.

Spike and PRICE both nod as Steve peace's out and heads out of the arena leaving Chaos Theory on their own, they look at each other shrug and Spike opens up a portal of fire.

PRICE: Fuuuck can't we just walk!?

Spike shakes his head and they both walk through now in their farm house they are renting in Ireland, the two grab some prerolled "cigars" and spark them up, they sit there leaning on each side of the kitchen island puffing away in silence. PRICE breaks the silence.

PRICE: I don't trust him.

Spike: Who? EC?

PRICE: Naw EC is alright, that Javier on the other hand, but naw I mean Steve Awesome, he's up to something I can smell it.

Spike: No, he's fine, he's a changed man you'll see.

PRICE: So he SAYS, naw I don't trust it dawg.

Spike: You don't trust anything or anyone.

PRICE: Fair.

Spike: It's just your paranoia, get some sleep and you'll see Steve is fine.

Spike walks off as PRICE just stares out the window, then talking to himself.

PRICE: Naw, that greasy fuck is up to something, I can feel it in me bones. Y'all will see. Bet

....me bones? Shit now I'm startin' to talk like them hobbits...

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"I tried being respectful, I tried fighting with honor and dignity."

We open up on the IPW logo that's on a black hat, PRICE with his head down he slows raises it looking dead into the camera with his hazel green eyes.

"Then I remembered who the fuck I was. And that Jack Haggard, is bad news for you son."

He sits up adjusting his hat to sit on the back half of his head.

"It's my own damn fault really. I though for a second because you boy's were second generation that maybe just fucking maybe y'all would getit and just keep this business between us just that, business. But naw, yall couldn't do that could ya? Naw, either too damn stupid or just straight up ignorant, probably a little bit of column A lil bit of column B. But yall had to go and make this personal.

So be it.

Let me explain something to you ugly ass backwoods, your mother-aunt having ass's. Your pops? Aint shit. He's the type of small fish that has to give himself a nickname to make him self feel big and bad.

Messiah of Hardcore, is a title I EARNED in Japan. I fought and beat 29 other men in a tournament to claim that title and no one, from Gods to Monsters, has been able to take that from me. Many have tried, ALL have failed."

He chuckles a bit and shakes his head.

"Our last go-around Jack you vowed that you were going to put me down like you did some old heifer named Betsy. The thing is son, you didn't get the job done, See me, I'm still standing, I maybe bleeding, but I'm still breathing. I'll never surrender 'Cause I'm a renegade."

He winks at the camera after quoting his old XHF entrance theme.

"Sunday, 24th July 2022, live from The OVO Arena Wembley in London, England only on the XHF Network there is going to be a Heatwave, and I ain't talkin' about the global warming kind Jack, naw son, see you done fucked up, you got yourself into a Street Fight with a legend of the streets. Where you may CLAIM to be HARD and tough son you're going to learn real quick, you aint tougher than me, and you sure as fuck ain't harder than me dawg, not today, not tomorrow and sure as fuck not on Sunday July 24th. I may not know the streets of London like I do most other areas but I guarantee the streets know me, and they've got my back."

He gives an evil grin as he holds up one finger.

"But see here's the difference between me and you. Where you say your going to kill me once and for all, that's not what I'm aimin' to do, naw, I don't want you dead son, Imma beat ya ass and pin you 1 2 3, or choke ya sorry ass out, but I aint going to kill ya. Naw I want you to live with the pain I inflict on you, I want you to live with the scars Imma put on that face of yours. Imma make it so every god damn morning when you wake up to look at your self in the mirror you see a reminder, to never cross The Chaos Theory.

Imma stab you Jack, Imma set a table on fire and put you through it Jack, Imma beat ya head in with a chair Jack, Im going to do things to ya you never imagined or knew could happen. I'm going to teach you some god damn respect."

He chuckles as he looks down and away from the camera then slowly looks back up towards it.

"Your threats of death and murder fall on deaf ears my friend, I've died once before, it didn't stick, the gods didn't want me and the devils were afraid of me taking over. You can not kill what is already dead Jack Haggard, and come Heatwave, you learn that the hard way. You learn why THEY call me The Messiah of Hardcore, the grandfather of violence, and the nastiest man on the planet.

I have spoken."