Post by La Familia Price on Jul 23, 2018 23:27:59 GMT -5
Somewhere in Europe. Price is packing his lougage getting ready to fly over to the states for his big title match with the AXW World Champion Curtis Kanyon, he stops, sniffs the air, then turns.
Price: Good you're here. I need you to do me a favor.
Kole Kaos comes walking out of the shadows, he hands Price the real wig, Price nods in thanks and tosses it into his bag, then hands Kole a legal sized envelope.
Price: I need you to get someone for me.
Kole: Some....one?
Kole looks a bit perpexed and opens the envelope and looks, his eyebrow raises.
Kole: I've never done a government facility before.
Lying Cat from the bed: Lying.
Price: Fort Knox?
Kole: Please, take a little bit of gold dust, a few loose coins, no one will ever notice but this...this is...I'll do it, who is the target?
Price: Dar.
Kole: Hmmm, you havent spoken to Dar in years you think this is wise?
Price: Wise or not that's my child, get em back and bring them to the safe house in Casablanca.
Kole: Morocco, wise, no extradition treaty, but this could mark me, what's in it for me?"
Price: Any of my safe houses you want in the world, it's yours.
Kole: When?
Price: The second the bell rings, I've made sure in the contract that Curtis is not the acting POTUS while our match is going on, don't need the Secret Service getting involved for what we are going to do to each other ya know, so, you'll have till the final bell rings.
Kole: I'll be in and out. But Dar is feisty I may have to use unconventional means to get them to agree to leave with me.
Price: Whatever it takes. Just get it done.
Kole nods and leaves via the shadows once more, Price closes up his suit case.
Price: I'll get my prize one way or another....
We open up on an old oil canister converted into a fire pit, the flames jumping up out of the top of the can. Behind it we see the one and only Messiah of Hardcore Price, He's wearing a black Price hat, a black hoodie with a Doctor Fate t-shirt on under it, pair of jeans and black and white Chucks, we can also see a blond wing sticking out of his back pocket. Standing there while eating something out of a Styrofoam container, looks to be Latin pork with beans and rice, he finishes up his food and tosses it into the pit.
"After all this time, after everything we've been though, everything I've reviled to you, secrets about your brother and family that no one else would ever know, you still don't believe. You still do not believe that I am who I say I am."
He chuckles to himself a bit as he uses his finger to scrach the stubble growing on his upper lip.
"Not surprising seeing as well...you don't believe in much now do you Curtis? You've made it clear that you don't believe that I am the one who destroyed Kevin Hardaway, bled the blood god Spike Kane, and de-awesomed Steve Awesome, that I am the one true Messiah of Hardcore, David. Jay. Price."
He tosses the hat into the firepit. Then teases his hair a bit scraching his head.
"You don't believe in the brand you represent while wearing our championship, if you did you would have followed in my footsteps and lead us to victory over the AWF like I did against the FMW but no, you let us down, you let all of us down and you failed."
He's handed a AXW banner by one of his many Profits that we now see standing behind him, all dressed in black hoodies and black bandanna's covering their face. He tosses the AXW banner into the fire pit.
"Hell Curtis, do you even believe in the country you represent as it's highest authority? I think not. You're too busy chasing your past to actually get anything done, your predecessor's policies are still in place, 3rd world children being separated from their family's at your boarders, wage slaves still living pay check to pay check, the rich continue to get richer while the poor and stupid continue to get poorer and dumber."
He's handed a black and white United States of Anonymous flag, he tosses it also into the fire-pit.
"The one thing you do believe in, the one thing you cherish more than even your loving wife and children, is this."
He pulls the wig out of his back pocket, and motions to toss it in, but doesn't.
"Make your heart jump there for a second did I Curtis? Yeah, you know you just jumped at the screen you are watching this on screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!"
Price gives the ever so slight grin.
"Such a basic thing to be attached too, a wig. But this is not just any other wig is it Curtis? No, no see this wig, this wig has power, power that the normal human could never understand, power that even some of the best mystics in the world fail to comprehend, but it has power...
With this wig Curtis I knew, I KNEW, I could make you my puppet, and that it would only be a matter of time before my opportunity to strike and cash in on this power would come to surface. And that did so when you became the new AXW World Champion, a championship for all intents and purposes, should be MINE. But that's a different story for a different time, right now the time is for our story, and our story is just starting to get interesting.
The funny thing about all this Curtis? I never even intended for it to go this far with this wig, I origionally took it just to try and distract you from the X*Crown match, that's all, I know you are insane, trust me, I know all too well how fucking crazy you are, and I knew that me having this, taking it right out from under you nose, would get into your crawl. And look, it has, I have power over the POTUS. I have power to make the POTUS my own personal puppet..."
Price pauses and thinks for a second.
"Uh, this is how Putin must have felt...ANYWAYS where was I? Oh right, this stupid wig."
Price goes to throw it into the firepit again, but then pulls it back with another smirk.
"Honestly Curtis, and I know this may come to you as a shock, but I don't hate you. Not even a little bit, hell bitch I even respect you, more than I do most people anyways. See, the word legend, it gets tossed around a lot lately, but with you, the word rings true. You are a legend Curtis, you are one of the greatest talents to EVER come out of the XHF. Everywhere you've gone, you've created havoc, won gold, broke hearts, hell bitch you've really done it all. There is no doubt in my mind when its all said and done, you'll be in the HOF, and at the top of many peoples lists as one of the greatest ever.
But with that all aside, I'm still going to hurt you Curtis. I am going to hurt you in ways no other living person as ever hurt you before. I am going to teach you first hand what it's like to be in the ring with a true Messiah. You're fucking crazy Curtis, but I'm just a little bit more, and I'm a hell of a lot more sadistic.
I've seen the other side Curtis, I've seen the tree of truth, I've rested in its shadow, I've seen the pillar of pain, and napped in its wake. I know ways to hurt people that haven't even been discovered yet. And come Night of Champions, I unleash all of that on you.
Now, make no mistake, I know I am in for a hell of a fight when it comes too you, I know you can dish it out just as much as you can take it but there is a huge difference between the pain I'm going to dish out to you, and the pain you are going to dish out to me.
I enjoy the pain, I enjoy the blood sweat and tears, it reminds me that I am alive.
Come Night of Champions, we are going to settle this once and for all. But where all I have to do is show up, whoop your ass, and walk out with my prize, you Curtis, you'll have to make a huge desision, do you pick your company, your country, or your sanity? Either way Curtis, I win. Either way, I'm walking out of Minnesota with my prize, and you...
Well...once I'm done with you Curtis, no matter what you decide, you will...
He tosses the wig into the fire pit and then throws his arms out in the crusifix pose, and we can see another blond wig hanging out of his back pocket, the camera pans out showing that it's not just a handful of Profits behind him, but hundreds.
Somewhere in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Ohio we open up on Justice Farms. For those of you who do not follow the AWF Justice farms is where the former Champion of Ohio Jason Justice and his brother, who you should know from his short stint in the AXW Jimmie Justice, reside in a makeshift barn turned into gym/frat house. We see Jason working out in the ring with AWF announcer Tommy, with Jimmie and Jessie Love sitting on the far side of the room on the couch smoking a blunt.
Jessie: So I've been meaning to ask you, seeing as you've spent some time with him training and all, Price...you...you actually a believer? You actually think the man is back from the dead with his spirit in a different body?
Jimmie: Yes. You've met the man, you've spent time around him, do you not believe?
Jessie takes a drag off the blunt, thinks for a second.
Jessie: I mean, in this past year I've seen a pig be a champion, a porn star be a fan favorite in a rural hick town, and a Warrior from the cosmos, I don't know what to believe, but the short time I was around the man, I never once got the feeling he was lying to me, so yeah...yeah I guess I am a believer.
Jimmie: Growing up me and Jason were big big fans of ECCW, it was a promotion that ran here in the Midwest, Jason was a huge huge Crazy Crow fan, but me, I was drawn into Price, I've been following him his entire career, even to the point where he was just mentoring JFK in the nCw, but when he passed away, so did my interest in the sport and the product. But I've seen all his matches, all his promos, even the early ones he probably doesn't even remember recording, I assure you, that man, no matter what he looks like, is the one true Messiah of Hardcore.
Jessie: But why now? Why after all this time did he finally come back now?
Jimmie now takes a long hard drag from the blunt.
Jimmie: Because. Before the XHF wasn't around, now it is. And this, for better or for worse, too him, is home.
Jessie: Is that what he told you when you were over there training with him?
Jimmie: Darling he taught me that and so much more, you don't even know what's in store.
Jimmie puts the blunt out and goes to get up.
Jessie: Wait....is he a part of Be Are Oh?
Jimmie: That darling, you'll have to wait and see like everyone else.
Jimmie gives her a wink then heads towards the ring.
Jimmie: Ight you fucks my turn!
Price: Good you're here. I need you to do me a favor.
Kole Kaos comes walking out of the shadows, he hands Price the real wig, Price nods in thanks and tosses it into his bag, then hands Kole a legal sized envelope.
Price: I need you to get someone for me.
Kole: Some....one?
Kole looks a bit perpexed and opens the envelope and looks, his eyebrow raises.
Kole: I've never done a government facility before.
Lying Cat from the bed: Lying.
Price: Fort Knox?
Kole: Please, take a little bit of gold dust, a few loose coins, no one will ever notice but this...this is...I'll do it, who is the target?
Price: Dar.
Kole: Hmmm, you havent spoken to Dar in years you think this is wise?
Price: Wise or not that's my child, get em back and bring them to the safe house in Casablanca.
Kole: Morocco, wise, no extradition treaty, but this could mark me, what's in it for me?"
Price: Any of my safe houses you want in the world, it's yours.
Kole: When?
Price: The second the bell rings, I've made sure in the contract that Curtis is not the acting POTUS while our match is going on, don't need the Secret Service getting involved for what we are going to do to each other ya know, so, you'll have till the final bell rings.
Kole: I'll be in and out. But Dar is feisty I may have to use unconventional means to get them to agree to leave with me.
Price: Whatever it takes. Just get it done.
Kole nods and leaves via the shadows once more, Price closes up his suit case.
Price: I'll get my prize one way or another....
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We open up on an old oil canister converted into a fire pit, the flames jumping up out of the top of the can. Behind it we see the one and only Messiah of Hardcore Price, He's wearing a black Price hat, a black hoodie with a Doctor Fate t-shirt on under it, pair of jeans and black and white Chucks, we can also see a blond wing sticking out of his back pocket. Standing there while eating something out of a Styrofoam container, looks to be Latin pork with beans and rice, he finishes up his food and tosses it into the pit.
"After all this time, after everything we've been though, everything I've reviled to you, secrets about your brother and family that no one else would ever know, you still don't believe. You still do not believe that I am who I say I am."
He chuckles to himself a bit as he uses his finger to scrach the stubble growing on his upper lip.
"Not surprising seeing as well...you don't believe in much now do you Curtis? You've made it clear that you don't believe that I am the one who destroyed Kevin Hardaway, bled the blood god Spike Kane, and de-awesomed Steve Awesome, that I am the one true Messiah of Hardcore, David. Jay. Price."
He tosses the hat into the firepit. Then teases his hair a bit scraching his head.
"You don't believe in the brand you represent while wearing our championship, if you did you would have followed in my footsteps and lead us to victory over the AWF like I did against the FMW but no, you let us down, you let all of us down and you failed."
He's handed a AXW banner by one of his many Profits that we now see standing behind him, all dressed in black hoodies and black bandanna's covering their face. He tosses the AXW banner into the fire pit.
"Hell Curtis, do you even believe in the country you represent as it's highest authority? I think not. You're too busy chasing your past to actually get anything done, your predecessor's policies are still in place, 3rd world children being separated from their family's at your boarders, wage slaves still living pay check to pay check, the rich continue to get richer while the poor and stupid continue to get poorer and dumber."
He's handed a black and white United States of Anonymous flag, he tosses it also into the fire-pit.
"The one thing you do believe in, the one thing you cherish more than even your loving wife and children, is this."
He pulls the wig out of his back pocket, and motions to toss it in, but doesn't.
"Make your heart jump there for a second did I Curtis? Yeah, you know you just jumped at the screen you are watching this on screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!"
Price gives the ever so slight grin.
"Such a basic thing to be attached too, a wig. But this is not just any other wig is it Curtis? No, no see this wig, this wig has power, power that the normal human could never understand, power that even some of the best mystics in the world fail to comprehend, but it has power...
Power over you.
With this wig Curtis I knew, I KNEW, I could make you my puppet, and that it would only be a matter of time before my opportunity to strike and cash in on this power would come to surface. And that did so when you became the new AXW World Champion, a championship for all intents and purposes, should be MINE. But that's a different story for a different time, right now the time is for our story, and our story is just starting to get interesting.
The funny thing about all this Curtis? I never even intended for it to go this far with this wig, I origionally took it just to try and distract you from the X*Crown match, that's all, I know you are insane, trust me, I know all too well how fucking crazy you are, and I knew that me having this, taking it right out from under you nose, would get into your crawl. And look, it has, I have power over the POTUS. I have power to make the POTUS my own personal puppet..."
Price pauses and thinks for a second.
"Uh, this is how Putin must have felt...ANYWAYS where was I? Oh right, this stupid wig."
Price goes to throw it into the firepit again, but then pulls it back with another smirk.
"Honestly Curtis, and I know this may come to you as a shock, but I don't hate you. Not even a little bit, hell bitch I even respect you, more than I do most people anyways. See, the word legend, it gets tossed around a lot lately, but with you, the word rings true. You are a legend Curtis, you are one of the greatest talents to EVER come out of the XHF. Everywhere you've gone, you've created havoc, won gold, broke hearts, hell bitch you've really done it all. There is no doubt in my mind when its all said and done, you'll be in the HOF, and at the top of many peoples lists as one of the greatest ever.
But with that all aside, I'm still going to hurt you Curtis. I am going to hurt you in ways no other living person as ever hurt you before. I am going to teach you first hand what it's like to be in the ring with a true Messiah. You're fucking crazy Curtis, but I'm just a little bit more, and I'm a hell of a lot more sadistic.
I've seen the other side Curtis, I've seen the tree of truth, I've rested in its shadow, I've seen the pillar of pain, and napped in its wake. I know ways to hurt people that haven't even been discovered yet. And come Night of Champions, I unleash all of that on you.
Now, make no mistake, I know I am in for a hell of a fight when it comes too you, I know you can dish it out just as much as you can take it but there is a huge difference between the pain I'm going to dish out to you, and the pain you are going to dish out to me.
I like it.
I enjoy the pain, I enjoy the blood sweat and tears, it reminds me that I am alive.
Come Night of Champions, we are going to settle this once and for all. But where all I have to do is show up, whoop your ass, and walk out with my prize, you Curtis, you'll have to make a huge desision, do you pick your company, your country, or your sanity? Either way Curtis, I win. Either way, I'm walking out of Minnesota with my prize, and you...
Well...once I'm done with you Curtis, no matter what you decide, you will...
Believe in me."
He tosses the wig into the fire pit and then throws his arms out in the crusifix pose, and we can see another blond wig hanging out of his back pocket, the camera pans out showing that it's not just a handful of Profits behind him, but hundreds.
"I have spoken."
Somewhere in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Ohio we open up on Justice Farms. For those of you who do not follow the AWF Justice farms is where the former Champion of Ohio Jason Justice and his brother, who you should know from his short stint in the AXW Jimmie Justice, reside in a makeshift barn turned into gym/frat house. We see Jason working out in the ring with AWF announcer Tommy, with Jimmie and Jessie Love sitting on the far side of the room on the couch smoking a blunt.
Jessie: So I've been meaning to ask you, seeing as you've spent some time with him training and all, Price...you...you actually a believer? You actually think the man is back from the dead with his spirit in a different body?
Jimmie: Yes. You've met the man, you've spent time around him, do you not believe?
Jessie takes a drag off the blunt, thinks for a second.
Jessie: I mean, in this past year I've seen a pig be a champion, a porn star be a fan favorite in a rural hick town, and a Warrior from the cosmos, I don't know what to believe, but the short time I was around the man, I never once got the feeling he was lying to me, so yeah...yeah I guess I am a believer.
Jimmie: Growing up me and Jason were big big fans of ECCW, it was a promotion that ran here in the Midwest, Jason was a huge huge Crazy Crow fan, but me, I was drawn into Price, I've been following him his entire career, even to the point where he was just mentoring JFK in the nCw, but when he passed away, so did my interest in the sport and the product. But I've seen all his matches, all his promos, even the early ones he probably doesn't even remember recording, I assure you, that man, no matter what he looks like, is the one true Messiah of Hardcore.
Jessie: But why now? Why after all this time did he finally come back now?
Jimmie now takes a long hard drag from the blunt.
Jimmie: Because. Before the XHF wasn't around, now it is. And this, for better or for worse, too him, is home.
Jessie: Is that what he told you when you were over there training with him?
Jimmie: Darling he taught me that and so much more, you don't even know what's in store.
Jimmie puts the blunt out and goes to get up.
Jessie: Wait....is he a part of Be Are Oh?
Jimmie: That darling, you'll have to wait and see like everyone else.
Jimmie gives her a wink then heads towards the ring.
Jimmie: Ight you fucks my turn!
