The Resurrection of Price P2 (EoD Day 2 Round 1 RP)
Oct 8, 2017 1:17:56 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 1 more like this
Post by La Familia Price on Oct 8, 2017 1:17:56 GMT -5
You know what sucks? This fat ass body I was put in, was in no way shape or form ready for a 100 plus mile road trip on a motorcycle.
To say my ass was sore is an understatement.
Anyways, I finally made my way up to Cleveland from whatever fresh hell I escaped from.
Speaking of that, I gave it some thought, and well if I was a good person I'd call the authorities and have them closed down, but I'm not a good person, so I called a few old associates of mine, and they are heading down to take over.
Hey, daddy needs an income stream OK? Its hard to get money when you are DEAD and don't EXIST.
So, with my crew handling that down south I headed my happy ass north, to Cleveland. The place of my birth, and where my body is burried. But I'm not here to visit that, the old rotted away pile of skin and bones does me no good at this point.
No, I headed to my home. Price's Wrestling School of Hardknocks. The wrestling school I opened up years and years ago, now being ran by my first student, and man who was like a little brother to me, a man now known as Inoue Taka, but most of you knew him as the American Ronin, Shiyen.
And let me tell you, he didn't take it very well when he found me passed out on his couch.
First, he didnt know who the fuck I was.
Second, I drank all his booz. And let me tell you, it fucking SUCKS not being able to get drunk. Must be part of my "punishment" for trying to take over the afterlife.
So after a short scuffle and me countering one of his attacks in a way I only know how, and finally talking about it as adults I was able to get him to sit down and listen to me tell him my story, about how I died, went to what everyone thinks is Hell, got bored in my first year, tried to turn Loki on Lucy and take over and just being a complete pain the ass. How they then banished me to "Heaven" where, admittedly, I had everything I could ever wanted, and how I got bored with that also, and well me being me, started a coup and almost took over heaven, and how now I am to live out my punishment here on this rock.
Shiyen: So...why are you here? I mean you could go anywhere in the world why come back to your past?
Price: Have you seen this body they put me in? Look at this shit, his rolls have rolls! I cant live like this, I came to you because I knew you'd be able to get me back in shape, with the quickness.
He looks at me like I have two heads. He doesnt realise the power he has, that's ok we'll get to that.
Price: Listen, on my way here I kept seeing billboards for this small ass promotion called the AWF right? I did some digging, and did you know that fat fuck Mongo restarted the XHF as a network?
Shiyen: Yes, one of my students is in the AWF actually.
Price: Yeah well, if Mongo's fat ass is back then I am going to make it my life's work...my afterlife work? anyways... To make his life a living hell.
Shiyen: Ok, but what do you need from me?
Price: We don't have a whole lot of time, he has this End of Days tournament and I'm going to toss my name in the hat, and then I'm going to win the whole damn thing, just to shit on Mongo's parade. So I need you to do for me the one thing only you can do to get me ready in such a short time.
Shiyen: Training Montage?
Price: Training Montage.
Renegade by (hed)P.E. starts to play, and we cut to a traning montage of Price and Shiyen working out, but not doing your typical traning you see in these montages, one we see Price working over a tire, but instead of using a sledgehammer he's useing a 2x4 with barbwire wraped around it. We cut to another exercise, this time Price is crawing under a meshnet, but that mesh is made out of barbwire also, it cuts at his skin as he tries to crawl his less fat ass across the ground, he gets up looks at the blood on his back, smiles nods and gives a thumbs up. We cut to a bit more slimmer looking Price who's now hauling ass in what looks like a junkyard, oh and now we know why, there are 3 very large and angry pitbulls giving chase, he gets to the fence and starts to scale it as one of the dogs bites a huge chunk out of his sweatpants as he just gets out of their range, he then flips up and over the fence and lands on his feet, looking back at the fence like yeah I just did that shit! He then starts to bark back at the dogs. The last scene we see is now a thin and fit Price working out in the ring with Shiyen, when out of no where he does something he's never done, a flippy flop move, he hooks Shiyen and hits him with a Somersault reverse DDT. He leaps to his feet celebrating as the song dies down and we can hear him yell.
Price: "I CAN DO FLIPPY SHIT NOW THESE $%^#%^$% ARE FUCKED!"
Price turns his head and takes notice of something, he walks towards us and starts to talk.
"Oh I guess you are the camera crew sent here to get a few words from the, what is Mongo now calling me? And XHF Legend? That's funny fat man, that now, after all these years, after all I did for you and your shit company, you NOW acknowledge me as a legend!"
He presses his thumb to his nose, and shoots out a snot rocket.
"I'm sorry, I'm getting a head of myself, it's been a while since I've done one of these. My name is Price. Some of you may have heard of me, some of you have not. Those who do know me, or of me, are probably wounder, wait...wasn't he....wasn't he brown? One, you're racists pieces of shit, and two, I had a minor case of death, but I'm feeling MUCH better now. So I assure you, for those of you who think this is just some asshole trying to capitalist on my name, or some trick by that fat fuck Mongo to cash in on my estate.
I am, the one and only, Price, Messiah of Hardcore.
And that spells bad news for all you dumb shits that deiced to sign up for Mongo's little party here, what's he calling it again? The End Of Days? Fitting, as these are your days end, and every single waking moment of them, is going to be hell, courtesy of me.
So yes, the rumors are true, the dirt-sheets got one right, I am back, and I am in this End of Days tournament, and well long story short, I'm going to win the whole damn thing, take whatever prize Mongo has, and shit all over it, why? Because I want to, and because I can."
Price looks off camera and yells, "Who am I facing first again Inoue?" He responds back with "Mad Dog Smith"
"Right, Mad Dog Smith, Mr. Hair metal himself, looking like a cross of a cracked out Tommy Lee and Boy George...dated reference? Sorry I've been dead the last five years I'm not current on the glam scene.
Mad Dog Smith! Boy....shit man I don't know who you pissed off son, but damn you got some bad luck.
I really don't know shit about you son, and I could really give two shits either, hell you could be the second coming of Flair for all I know...who's Flair? Oh fuck, forgot y'all don't know about the multiverse do ya...yeah ok story for a different time, Mad Dog Smith, you could be the best wrestler in the world for all I know, you could be the master of a thousand and one holds, a technical marvel, a savant of the ropes, IT WONT FUCKING MATTER.
This is the XHF bitch, The Xtreme Hardcore Federation, that means the rules are simple, just like in life, there are no rules. And you son, you get the unfortunate duty of having to be the first victim to step into that ring with me.
Let me explain to you real quick on who I AM. I am one of the most feared men to ever walk this planet, I have gone from fed to fed, around the world, kicking everyone's ass, from post to post, to the back stage to the ring, I am the Messiah of Hardcore, and that right there Points to the ring, is MY playground, and you Mad Dog Smith? You are going to be my first toy.
Be warned, I have a habit of breaking my toys.
I was one of the most feared XHF Hardcore champions, who has gone toe to toe with The Blood God, and made him bleed, who has taken the master of the death match, and made him my bitch, and has even shredded the Face of the Franchise, and warn it as a mask. I am THE greatest United States Champion the XHF has EVER seen, and I will win the End of Days, JUST to stick it to that fat fuck piece of shit who YOU should blame for putting you in the ring across from me.
You really should ask him why he doesn't like you.
Don't take it personal Mad Dog Smith, I hate everyone equaly, so it's not just you but know this boy, if you are 80's glam rock? Them me, I'm 90's Gangster Rap and Grunge music.
Know what that means right boy?
That means I'm going the death of ya.
I have spoken."
He walks closer to the camera, then 2 sweets it before heading off panel, but we can hear as he walks off "Sue me motherfucker!"
To say my ass was sore is an understatement.
Anyways, I finally made my way up to Cleveland from whatever fresh hell I escaped from.
Speaking of that, I gave it some thought, and well if I was a good person I'd call the authorities and have them closed down, but I'm not a good person, so I called a few old associates of mine, and they are heading down to take over.
Hey, daddy needs an income stream OK? Its hard to get money when you are DEAD and don't EXIST.
So, with my crew handling that down south I headed my happy ass north, to Cleveland. The place of my birth, and where my body is burried. But I'm not here to visit that, the old rotted away pile of skin and bones does me no good at this point.
No, I headed to my home. Price's Wrestling School of Hardknocks. The wrestling school I opened up years and years ago, now being ran by my first student, and man who was like a little brother to me, a man now known as Inoue Taka, but most of you knew him as the American Ronin, Shiyen.
And let me tell you, he didn't take it very well when he found me passed out on his couch.
First, he didnt know who the fuck I was.
Second, I drank all his booz. And let me tell you, it fucking SUCKS not being able to get drunk. Must be part of my "punishment" for trying to take over the afterlife.
So after a short scuffle and me countering one of his attacks in a way I only know how, and finally talking about it as adults I was able to get him to sit down and listen to me tell him my story, about how I died, went to what everyone thinks is Hell, got bored in my first year, tried to turn Loki on Lucy and take over and just being a complete pain the ass. How they then banished me to "Heaven" where, admittedly, I had everything I could ever wanted, and how I got bored with that also, and well me being me, started a coup and almost took over heaven, and how now I am to live out my punishment here on this rock.
Shiyen: So...why are you here? I mean you could go anywhere in the world why come back to your past?
Price: Have you seen this body they put me in? Look at this shit, his rolls have rolls! I cant live like this, I came to you because I knew you'd be able to get me back in shape, with the quickness.
He looks at me like I have two heads. He doesnt realise the power he has, that's ok we'll get to that.
Price: Listen, on my way here I kept seeing billboards for this small ass promotion called the AWF right? I did some digging, and did you know that fat fuck Mongo restarted the XHF as a network?
Shiyen: Yes, one of my students is in the AWF actually.
Price: Yeah well, if Mongo's fat ass is back then I am going to make it my life's work...my afterlife work? anyways... To make his life a living hell.
Shiyen: Ok, but what do you need from me?
Price: We don't have a whole lot of time, he has this End of Days tournament and I'm going to toss my name in the hat, and then I'm going to win the whole damn thing, just to shit on Mongo's parade. So I need you to do for me the one thing only you can do to get me ready in such a short time.
Shiyen: Training Montage?
Price: Training Montage.
Renegade by (hed)P.E. starts to play, and we cut to a traning montage of Price and Shiyen working out, but not doing your typical traning you see in these montages, one we see Price working over a tire, but instead of using a sledgehammer he's useing a 2x4 with barbwire wraped around it. We cut to another exercise, this time Price is crawing under a meshnet, but that mesh is made out of barbwire also, it cuts at his skin as he tries to crawl his less fat ass across the ground, he gets up looks at the blood on his back, smiles nods and gives a thumbs up. We cut to a bit more slimmer looking Price who's now hauling ass in what looks like a junkyard, oh and now we know why, there are 3 very large and angry pitbulls giving chase, he gets to the fence and starts to scale it as one of the dogs bites a huge chunk out of his sweatpants as he just gets out of their range, he then flips up and over the fence and lands on his feet, looking back at the fence like yeah I just did that shit! He then starts to bark back at the dogs. The last scene we see is now a thin and fit Price working out in the ring with Shiyen, when out of no where he does something he's never done, a flippy flop move, he hooks Shiyen and hits him with a Somersault reverse DDT. He leaps to his feet celebrating as the song dies down and we can hear him yell.
Price: "I CAN DO FLIPPY SHIT NOW THESE $%^#%^$% ARE FUCKED!"
Price turns his head and takes notice of something, he walks towards us and starts to talk.
"Oh I guess you are the camera crew sent here to get a few words from the, what is Mongo now calling me? And XHF Legend? That's funny fat man, that now, after all these years, after all I did for you and your shit company, you NOW acknowledge me as a legend!"
He presses his thumb to his nose, and shoots out a snot rocket.
"I'm sorry, I'm getting a head of myself, it's been a while since I've done one of these. My name is Price. Some of you may have heard of me, some of you have not. Those who do know me, or of me, are probably wounder, wait...wasn't he....wasn't he brown? One, you're racists pieces of shit, and two, I had a minor case of death, but I'm feeling MUCH better now. So I assure you, for those of you who think this is just some asshole trying to capitalist on my name, or some trick by that fat fuck Mongo to cash in on my estate.
I am, the one and only, Price, Messiah of Hardcore.
And that spells bad news for all you dumb shits that deiced to sign up for Mongo's little party here, what's he calling it again? The End Of Days? Fitting, as these are your days end, and every single waking moment of them, is going to be hell, courtesy of me.
So yes, the rumors are true, the dirt-sheets got one right, I am back, and I am in this End of Days tournament, and well long story short, I'm going to win the whole damn thing, take whatever prize Mongo has, and shit all over it, why? Because I want to, and because I can."
Price looks off camera and yells, "Who am I facing first again Inoue?" He responds back with "Mad Dog Smith"
"Right, Mad Dog Smith, Mr. Hair metal himself, looking like a cross of a cracked out Tommy Lee and Boy George...dated reference? Sorry I've been dead the last five years I'm not current on the glam scene.
Mad Dog Smith! Boy....shit man I don't know who you pissed off son, but damn you got some bad luck.
I really don't know shit about you son, and I could really give two shits either, hell you could be the second coming of Flair for all I know...who's Flair? Oh fuck, forgot y'all don't know about the multiverse do ya...yeah ok story for a different time, Mad Dog Smith, you could be the best wrestler in the world for all I know, you could be the master of a thousand and one holds, a technical marvel, a savant of the ropes, IT WONT FUCKING MATTER.
This is the XHF bitch, The Xtreme Hardcore Federation, that means the rules are simple, just like in life, there are no rules. And you son, you get the unfortunate duty of having to be the first victim to step into that ring with me.
Let me explain to you real quick on who I AM. I am one of the most feared men to ever walk this planet, I have gone from fed to fed, around the world, kicking everyone's ass, from post to post, to the back stage to the ring, I am the Messiah of Hardcore, and that right there Points to the ring, is MY playground, and you Mad Dog Smith? You are going to be my first toy.
Be warned, I have a habit of breaking my toys.
I was one of the most feared XHF Hardcore champions, who has gone toe to toe with The Blood God, and made him bleed, who has taken the master of the death match, and made him my bitch, and has even shredded the Face of the Franchise, and warn it as a mask. I am THE greatest United States Champion the XHF has EVER seen, and I will win the End of Days, JUST to stick it to that fat fuck piece of shit who YOU should blame for putting you in the ring across from me.
You really should ask him why he doesn't like you.
Don't take it personal Mad Dog Smith, I hate everyone equaly, so it's not just you but know this boy, if you are 80's glam rock? Them me, I'm 90's Gangster Rap and Grunge music.
Know what that means right boy?
That means I'm going the death of ya.
I have spoken."
He walks closer to the camera, then 2 sweets it before heading off panel, but we can hear as he walks off "Sue me motherfucker!"
