Post by William Levon on Nov 18, 2014 22:57:42 GMT
In her most recent Match Diary Entry ahead of Killshot, Priscilla Price had stated openly that she wished to meet with Will Levon so the two can finally discuss their issues stemming from several months ago. Will was understandably skeptical of this, given she did ultimately try to destroy his life but he eventually agreed to do so. Will still wasn't entirely comfortable with being in New York by himself quite yet and this was a new experience for him. However, he had found a nearby cafe to meet Priscilla in - deciding that a public place would certainly be a wise location to meet.
Will arrived at the cafe first, just sitting back at a table close to the door, just staring out of it anxiously as he awaited the arrival of Priscilla. Fashionably late, Priscilla soon arrived on the scene, wandering into the cafe as she lightly closed the door behind her. She spotted Will almost immediately and proceeded to make her way towards him.
Priscilla: "Hey Will... how are you?"
Will: "I'm good... yeah... let's go with good."
He nodded awkwardly.
Priscilla: "Well you look good. It's good to see you, and I'm happy that you agreed to meet me. Can you believe that of all the feds in all the world and we wind up in the same promotion again."
Priscilla pauses, blushes.
Priscilla: "God, that sounds like a corny line from a movie."
Will slowly nods.
Will: "Yeah, just a bit..."
He said in a hesitant tone but offered her a smile and a slight laugh, albeit an awkward one.
Will: "I'm actually kinda shocked you did want to meet me in the first place. I know we're about to share the ring in a match but still, it's... just not something I was expecting."
Priscilla: "Will, I'm not gonna lie to you."
Pause.
Priscilla: "Well, I'm not gonna lie to you anymore-- I'm in a mind. I know it, you know it, and both Ravyn and Gideon know it. I was fed to the wolves by Mort, and I know business is business, but I can really use a friend right now."
Priscilla's words reveal that she is talking about more going on than the match. She then perks up.
Priscilla: "And besides, I can help you, Will. There's no allegiance between anyone in that match-- just four individuals-- but together, we can look out for each other."
Will hesitated as he struggled to find a decent response.
Will: "I uh... also wasn't expecting that. I understand your reasoning behind that, sure - you're in a tough spot right now and I can sympathize. But why want to help me, of all people?"
Priscilla: "Will, I like you. That's not a play, it never was a ploy. You're a good guy and just my type and that's neither here nor there, but you asked me what I want to help you and that's why. Look, the Metro Title, that's for hardcore enthusiasts-- that's your thing-- and while it may be Marty's vision, it's not my thing. Put me in a Pure wrestling match, or find me a good partner and let me at the tag team straps, but I'm just looking to get through this match."
Will: "So you essentially just want me to help you survive?"
He questioned as he sat forward a little.
Will: "I would love to agree right now and say yeah, I've got your back. But given all you've done to me in the past, how do I know that I can actually trust you not to turn on me or essentially start to try to wreck my life again from here? You've got to understand my skepticism here..."
Priscilla: "I know, I know, I know. I don't have an answer for you. You shouldn't trust me. I wouldn't trust me.I'm sorry. This--this was a mistake. I just--"
Priscilla doesn't finish the thought. She rises and turns to leave. And then she turns back.
Priscilla: "I am sorry, Will. Good luck on Sunday."
Priscilla walks off. Will opened his mouth to respond but ultimately decided against this to avoid creating a scene as he sat back again and let out a heavy sigh.
Will arrived at the cafe first, just sitting back at a table close to the door, just staring out of it anxiously as he awaited the arrival of Priscilla. Fashionably late, Priscilla soon arrived on the scene, wandering into the cafe as she lightly closed the door behind her. She spotted Will almost immediately and proceeded to make her way towards him.
Priscilla: "Hey Will... how are you?"
Will: "I'm good... yeah... let's go with good."
He nodded awkwardly.
Priscilla: "Well you look good. It's good to see you, and I'm happy that you agreed to meet me. Can you believe that of all the feds in all the world and we wind up in the same promotion again."
Priscilla pauses, blushes.
Priscilla: "God, that sounds like a corny line from a movie."
Will slowly nods.
Will: "Yeah, just a bit..."
He said in a hesitant tone but offered her a smile and a slight laugh, albeit an awkward one.
Will: "I'm actually kinda shocked you did want to meet me in the first place. I know we're about to share the ring in a match but still, it's... just not something I was expecting."
Priscilla: "Will, I'm not gonna lie to you."
Pause.
Priscilla: "Well, I'm not gonna lie to you anymore-- I'm in a mind. I know it, you know it, and both Ravyn and Gideon know it. I was fed to the wolves by Mort, and I know business is business, but I can really use a friend right now."
Priscilla's words reveal that she is talking about more going on than the match. She then perks up.
Priscilla: "And besides, I can help you, Will. There's no allegiance between anyone in that match-- just four individuals-- but together, we can look out for each other."
Will hesitated as he struggled to find a decent response.
Will: "I uh... also wasn't expecting that. I understand your reasoning behind that, sure - you're in a tough spot right now and I can sympathize. But why want to help me, of all people?"
Priscilla: "Will, I like you. That's not a play, it never was a ploy. You're a good guy and just my type and that's neither here nor there, but you asked me what I want to help you and that's why. Look, the Metro Title, that's for hardcore enthusiasts-- that's your thing-- and while it may be Marty's vision, it's not my thing. Put me in a Pure wrestling match, or find me a good partner and let me at the tag team straps, but I'm just looking to get through this match."
Will: "So you essentially just want me to help you survive?"
He questioned as he sat forward a little.
Will: "I would love to agree right now and say yeah, I've got your back. But given all you've done to me in the past, how do I know that I can actually trust you not to turn on me or essentially start to try to wreck my life again from here? You've got to understand my skepticism here..."
Priscilla: "I know, I know, I know. I don't have an answer for you. You shouldn't trust me. I wouldn't trust me.I'm sorry. This--this was a mistake. I just--"
Priscilla doesn't finish the thought. She rises and turns to leave. And then she turns back.
Priscilla: "I am sorry, Will. Good luck on Sunday."
Priscilla walks off. Will opened his mouth to respond but ultimately decided against this to avoid creating a scene as he sat back again and let out a heavy sigh.
