Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jan 21, 2018 8:58:11 GMT -5
Los Angeles, California has been taken over by the World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation as the thirteenth edition of the WEST COAST RUMBLE is poised to take place Monday Night from the Sold Out Staples Center just a stone’s throw away from the WGWF Corporate Offices. It’s been a long day of media appearances for on “Chronic” Chris Page as he’s spent a majority of the day making the rounds just like so many other pieces of WGWF talent.
Our scene opens as Chris Page is actually sitting on the patio of his Penthouse Suite. Chris has had time to shower and change clothes as he’s in a pair of black gym shorts and a black t-shirt with white lettering that says “THANK YOU. FUCK YOU. BYE.. Chris gets out of his chair where he walks back through the sliding glass door before returning shortly with a large zip lock back that is filled to the brim with some of Los Angele’s sweetest cannabis which Chris has been all but begging to get into.
Chris tosses the large zip lock bag on the glass top to the oval black coffee table followed be reaching into the right pocket of his gym shorts and pulls out some rolling papers. He tosses the orange box of papers on the table next to the bag of weed before taking a seat. He lets out a deep sigh as he soaks in the view of the Los Angeles skyline.
Chris is deep in thought as he leans forward and reaches out talking ahold of the bag of cheeba where he pulls it across the clean glass top table top. Chris picks the bag up off the table where he opens the zip lock bag before drawing it towards his face as Chris is shown putting his face in the bag; it covers his nose and mouth as Chris draws a deep breath in before drawing his head back closing his eyes taking in that oh so sweet, sweet smell. Chris exhales before reaching into the bag pulling out a nice sized light, flakey green bud and places it on the table top. Page zips the bag shut and sides it to the side before breaking the bud down via rolling it back and forth in the fingers of his left hand.
Chris breaks the bud down fine enough before reaching out taking the “J.O.B.” paper box. He removes the paper, uses the bow to scoop the weed up where he places it in the paper and effectively rolls the joint. Page goes into the other pocket retrieving his lighter as he states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Let’s see what you’re all about.”
Chris puts the joint in his mouth and sparks up. He draws in deep before slightly tilting his head back while pulling the joint away from his lips. Chris inhales deep before breaking out into coughing frenzy. He’s got some base in these coughs before he is able to compose his self.
CHRIS PAGE- “God damn!”
Chris spouts out.
CHRIS PAGE- “He did say it was some different shit… and me likey.”
Chris brings the joint back up to his lips where he takes a second long, deep pull off the joint before moving it away from his face. He again inhales deep holding it in for several seconds until exhaling thin smoke rings. Chris hits the joint a third time before putting it in a nearby ashtray; still burning. Chris leans back in his chair, closes his eyes and has a moment unto his self. For the first time all day he feels he’s centered and has found his center.
Chris slowly starts to lower us his head back to a level position before slowly opening his eyes where he is shockingly surprised by the appears of WGWF Hall of Fame talent Paul Frost sitting next to him. Chris jumps in his chair as he doesn’t really know what to think as he states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Are you real?”
For those unaware of the name Paul Frost, he’s a multiple time World Heavyweight Champion and arguably the most hated man in the history of the WGWF. Chris and Paul go back ten years in the WGWF; they’ve been best of friends and the bitterest of rivals.
CHRIS PAGE- “What are you doing here?”
Chris asks as Paul simply sits without saying a word. Chris tilts his head towards the ashtray sitting on the table where he sees smoke rising from inside the ashtray which tells him he isn’t dreaming.
PAUL FROST- “Miss me?”
Paul asks with a soft tone to his voice.
PAUL FROST- “It’s not every day you have a GOD in your presence.”
CHRIS PAGE- “You’ve been gone nearly a year… What are you doing here?”
PAUL FROST- “It’s funny you ask that because I’m not the only visitor you’re going to have this evening. You’re going to be visited by two other ghosts from your past; consider me your ghost of wrestling’s past.”
Chris rubs his eyes with both hands before slapping his self across the face drawing a chuckle from Paul as he states.
PAUL FROST- “You’re not asleep, moron.”
Chris reaches for the joint taking it from the ashtray. He looks at the joint as he states.
CHRIS PAGE- “It’s the weed… it’s got to be laced with something.”
PAUL FROST- “It’s not the weed and it’s not what you think. We’ve been sent to wake your ass up and help you remember just who the hell you are! You’ve been complacent, Chris. Everyone knows it.”
Paul sarcastically states as he gets up out of his chair and takes the joint from Chris Page’s fingertips as he looks directly at Chris.
PAUL FROST- “Whatever happened to that vindictive son of a bitch? Does he still exist?”
Paul brings the joint to his mouth where he draws it in before blowing a shitload of smoke in the face of Chris Page. So much thick, white smoke that it engulfs Page. When the smoke dissipates both Paul Frost and Chris Page are sitting ringside at Hardcore Hell 2007. The building is sold out as the War Games Elimination Match is down to Chris Page and WGWF World Heavyweight Champion Famine of the Vile.
Chris looks around taking note of everything mentally before shifting his gaze to the top of the War Games cage where we are a mere moments away from the closing spot between Famine and Page.
PAUL FROST- “You remember this, right? Famine was the unstoppable and unbeatable Demon King bringing terror to any and every one that crossed his path… until this night.”
As Paul continues to speak all that is hard is the roar from the crowd as Chris Page delivers a Page Plant on top of the War Games Cage which collapses a section of the Cage sending Famine free falling nearly fifteen feet down to the canvass below as a thunderous “HOLY SHIT” chant breaks out.
PAUL FROST- “You were the guy that stopped the Demon King and it was on this night that you catapulted yourself to the top of the WGWF food chain.”
Chris watches his self climb down the Cage inside the ring dropping down to the mat where he makes the cover and the referee executes the three count to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.
PAUL FROST- “It was the night the balance of power shifted….”
Suddenly everything goes dark as Paul’s voice is heard.
PAUL FROST- “Or how about this…”
The scene re-opens at Summer Madness 2011 with Paul and Chris once again ringside as we see locked inside Hell in a Cell is Chris Page as he challenges the first ever female World Heavyweight Champion Jocelyn Camden in a Sixty Minute Iron Man Match. We’re down within the final two minutes of the contest.
PAUL FROST- “Yankee Stadium was never the same after you and Jocelyn drew a new attendance record. She was the most dominate female to ever grace the WGWF squared circle and had amassed an unstoppable run on top… until she met you.”
We see Jocelyn Camden standing on top of the Cell looking down at Chris Page who lies on his back. Jocelyn leaps off the top of Hell in Cell with a Spiral Tap! Page rolls out of the way at the last possible second sending Jocelyn crashing and burning!
PAUL FROST- “History was made right here by you.”
Page manages to roll over executing a cover and the referee makes the three count just before the time limit expires crowning Chris Page a six time WGWF Champion.
PAUL FROST- “Jocelyn was never the same after that epic confrontation. Do you see where I’m going with all this?”
We go dark once again before coming back into the lights as we’re ringside at Wrestle Wars Six in a Three Stages of Hell Match between the Hardcore Icon Rage and his arch rival Chris Page. We’re in the closing stages of the casket match.
PAUL FROST- “Wrestle Wars Six, the Hardcore Icon RAGE thought he could step to you…”
The Casket Match was the third and deciding fall in what was right up Rage’s wheel house. Each stipulation carried a hardcore style theme and was a fitting way to end a rivalry that spanned years across multiple companies. Whenever these two touched it was magical. It was a moment that nobody will forget.
PAUL FROST- “This was HIS style of match and was right up his ally; but you had that killer instinct.”
Chris Page looks on as he witnesses himself getting Rage in the casket before closing the lid shut. The sound of the bell tolling three times is heard as we hear Paul Frost voice overlaying the crowd.
PAUL FROST- “You were the man… What the hell happened?”
CHRIS PAGE- “What do you mean I was the man? I am still the man! I’m still the guy that haunts the dreams of every one that crosses his path, I’m still the guy that has won the WGWF World Title on seven occasions, I’m the guy that held the Tag Titles on three occasions, I’m still the guy that has WON a West Coast Rumble Match…”
PAUL FROST- “Yeah? How long ago was all that? This was your hay day; admit it. This was when people respected you, when they feared you…”
The scene goes dark before we immediately re-open on the patio of the Penthouse Hotel Suite in Los Angeles. Chris Page is back in his patio chair and there’s no Paul Frost. Chris leaps up from his chair looking around the patio and even peaks his head in the sliding glass door but no one is there.
CHRIS PAGE- “What the fuck is going on? Am I tripping?”
Chris asks himself as he turns around walking back out on the patio where he nearly runs face to face with RAGE.
RAGE- “No Chris, you’re not tripping. You’re in the midst of an experience you need to have if you think you’re going to outlast the participants of the West Coast Rumble match.”
Chris walks past Rage on his way back to his seat as he states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Why is that what I seem to be hearing lately? It’s as if I’m being told that I doubt myself or my abilities.”
Rage quickly interjects.
RAGE- “WRONG!”
Chris reaches to the ashtray where he takes the joint he originally rolled and sparks it up as Rage continues.
RAGE- “If that is what you’re taking out of this at this point you’re sadly mistaken. Guys like myself, guys like Paul Frost know when they’ve seen you at your best. You aren’t going to tell me that you’ve been at your best since Caged In and your loss to MDK. You performances, yeah they’re alright, but that killer instinct, that killer edge isn’t in your eyes like it was when you ended my career. We want you to succeed, we want you to become the only man in history to win TWO West Coast Rumble matches, we want you to add to your legacy within this ranks of this company to further cement yourself as the greatest WGWF Superstar of all times!”
Chris tokes on the joint inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke. Once he exhales the smoke it’s like he blows out smoke for days that completely engulf both himself and Rage. Once the smoke clears we are ringside at Wrestle Wars 10 nearly two years ago. The match is Chris Page versus Tristan Slater with Special Referee Famine of the Vile. We’re in the home stretch as Chris Page is locked in the Glorious Crossface of Tristan Slater in the center of the ring as Chris and Rage look on from the front row.
RAGE- “Paul showed you your past; he showed you what you once was. I’m showing you what you are now. This was one of your last great matches and as you can see you have fallen from four years prior to now. There’s no way in hell the Chris Page I know would have allowed his self to have been out wrestled or our fought like you were on this night. It was looked at as the best match of the night and it did deliver on several fronts but never in a million years would I think I would see Chris Page playing second fiddle to Tristan Slater and Famine of the Vile.”
Chris looks on as he sees the point where he starts to fade out. While he doesn’t tap out Famine of the Vile is forced to stop the match and award the victory to Tristan Slater.
CHRIS PAGE- “Why are you showing me this??”
RAGE- “With success comes failure, Chris.”
CHRIS PAGE- “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”
RAGE – “And yet here you are still being a smart ass and not listening to what’s being said to you. In your mind YOU think that you’re still the man you once was but in reality while you’re still good you’re not the man that’s held the WGWF World Title on Six occasions, you’re not THAT Chris Page.”
CHRIS PAGE- “One loss hardly means I’m not the same guy that has kicked ass and taken names for nearly twenty years. I’m one of the few left from my generation so that should say something.”
RAGE- “I’m not going to argue with you, Chris. You’ve got to learn to listen to others regardless if you like what they’ve got to say or not. How many times does Chris Page get beaten in the middle of the ring?”
The scene goes dark once again only to fade back in as we’re ringside for Caged In 2017 as the closing moments of MDK versus Chris Page for the World Title inside Hell in a Cell as Chris and Rage look on from ringside as the MDK has just pinned Chris Page to retain the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
RAGE- “It seems to me that every time a big money match is on the table you’re the one ending up on the losing end of the equation. It seems to me like what I’m telling you is right, you’ve lost it!”
Rage exclaims to Chris Page as MDK is awarded his title.
RAGE- “But it’s not too late to find it.”
Rage state as everything and everyone other than Rage and CCP are shown with darkness surrounding them yet they are clear to the viewer.
RAGE- “You have the chance to make history at the West Coast Rumble by becoming the only participant to ever win the Rumble match on two occasions. Do you realize just how big this is? Have you bothered to think past Andy Johnson, past the Glorious New Breed to what you truly have the opportunity to do? But you’re not going to get it done with blinders on.”
Chris stands by listening intently to what Rage has to say.
RAGE- “Forget Andy Johnson, forget about the New Breed and forget about the Royal Family for one night and go back into business for yourself because when you’re looking out for number one that’s when you rise to the top and if you’re going to win this year’s West Coast Rumble it’s you versus the world or else you’re the guy that’s going to be eliminated and it would all be for nothing.”
Rage snaps his fingers and instantly Chris is back on the patio of his Penthouse Hotel Suite alone with nothing but the Los Angeles sunshine warming his face. Chris looks at the ashtray and the joint is still burning. Chris takes a seat on the chair taking the joint and with that another toke as he leans back into the chair. He exhales the smoke as he rambles to himself.
CHRIS PAGE- “What the fuck is going on? Is all this really happening right now?”
Chris takes a second pull from the joint before placing it back into the ashtray.
CHRIS PAGE- “No… there’s got to a reasonable explanation for all this.”
“There is.”
A voice breaks in scaring Chris as he jumps back up to his feet shifting his attention towards the sliding glass doors that leads into his Penthouse Suite where Adam Barker emerges through the sliding glass doors in a pair of jeans, black t-shirt and black jacket.
CHRIS PAGE- “Thank God Adam! I thought I was going loco there for a second.”
Adam places his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he saunters out on to the patio as he states.
ADAM BARKER- “Crazy? Nah…”
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t know man… I mean I had Paul Frost and Rage here earlier and they’ve both vanished without a trace…”
ADAM BARKER- “Let me guess… Wrestling’s Page and Wrestling’s Present…”
CHRIS PAGE- “How did you…”
ADAM BARKER- “Have a seat.”
Chris listens to Adam and takes his seat on the patio. Adam removes his hands from his pockets as he slowly starts to pace back and forth in front of his longtime friend yet before he can say anything Chris asks.
CHRIS PAGE- “Are you really here?”
ADAM BARKER- “Physically? Nah I’m not here. I, along with Rage and Paul Frost are a part of your subconscious.”
CHRIS PAGE- “Why are you here?”
ADAM BARKER- “You tell me? You’re the one who brought us here. Paul showed you parts of your past, Rage showed you parts of your present and I’m here to show you what your future holds for the West Coast Rumble. You’ve got two options really and they’re both options that you control. It’s your own destiny if you will.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t understand.”
ADAM BARKER- “Let me help break it down for you. Over the last several years you’ve kind of taken a back seat; thus becoming complacent with that as opposed to standing at the forefront and leading the way for the WGWF. The West Coast Rumble marks the event in which you can start to make it all right again.”
Darkness fades in and transitions to the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. Adam Barker and Chris Page stand front row as the West Coast Rumble Match is down to the final four; Andy Johnson, Alyce Starchylde, John Gambino and Chris Page.
ADAM BARKER- “As I told you earlier you’ve got two options, the first is to not listen to Rage when he said forget Andy and the Royal Family for one night…”
As Adam’s voice is heard we see Page and Andy in a heated exchange as Alyce low blows John Gambino. Back across the ring Page drives Andy back into the ropes where he tries to power him up and over the top rope.
ADAM BARKER- “The West Coast Rumble eventually is every person for themselves as you are very well aware; but if you don’t acquire your killer instinct I assure you that your fate will look something similar this this.”
Alyce Starchylde comes up behind Chris Page and dumps CCP and Andy Johnson over the top rope sending them out to the floor!
MASTERS- “CHRIS PAGE and ANDY JOHNSON have been eliminated!!”
ADAM BARKER- “Is that what you want? Is that what you really want? Maybe it’s what you want and what you desire and if that’s the case than you’ve fallen further than even I thought. That isn’t the mindset of a former seven times WGWF World Champion. NO!”
Adam exclaims as the area goes dark before coming back up as Andy and Page are squared off and Alyce and Gambino are trading blows. Gambino scoops Starchylde over his shoulder and attempts to send her over the top rope with a running slam. Starchylde latches on to the top rope while across the ring Andy has Page against the ropes where he charges forward with a clothesline, Page ducks and elevates the Television Champion over the top rope and out to the floor! Chris Page runs across the ring dumping both John and Starchylde over the top rope and out to the floor!
MASTERS: The winner of the 2018 West Coast Rumble Match…. “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
ADAM BARKER- “That’s what’s going to take! The ruthless son of a bitch, the take no prisoners, kill or be killed Chris FUCKING Page needs to be the guy that not only wins the Rumble Match but NEEDS to be an eight time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion! Only you can determine the path you take and only you can make the choice as to what Chris Page we’re going to get come the West Coast Rumble.”
The arena goes dark and we’re once again on the patio of the Penthouse Suite of Chris Page. There’s no Adam Barker, no Rage and no Paul Frost. It’s Chris Page by his self as he opens his eyes and states.
CHRIS PAGE- “You want a vindictive son of a bitch?! You fucking got it!”
The scene slowly fades to black.
WORDS FROM THE STONED ONE:
Wrestle Wars season is upon us all as the infamous West Coast Rumble is a mere day or two away and the Royal Family is roaring in light a mother fucking freight train! This is usually the time of year in which I solely focus on winning the Rumble Match and moving forward to Main Event the show of show; Wrestle Wars. Sure, my focus is there again but unlike years past there’s a bigger picture in play. You see Flash Rotten made the mistake of putting our Queen in the West Coast Rumble Match as the Number One Entrant under the impression that by doing so Queen Alyce won’t outlast the competition and quite possibly win the Rumble Match. When I heard this announcement I simply shook my head and laughed to myself as the thought that it would actually have a chance of happening if the Rumble wasn’t filled with mostly nobodies that are put in place to make the stars look good. No, seriously. When you look at the names of talent involved tell me where guys like Dustin Holt, Luke Riggs, The Sentinel, El Gran Azul are a challenge for my majesty? They’re not, and if you include Alyce in that number that’s five of your whooping nineteen goddamn entrants. Do the match, bitch.
I digress.
Before we jump into verbally slaying the competition can we at least have a conversation about owning the Glorious New Breed and my bastard son on the last edition of Monday Night Brawl? Of course, we can because who are any of you to tell me what I can and can not talk about. How about that John Cable?
Man does that guy know how to kill a push or what? Rhetorical question, as his actions over the last few months clearly dictate. How the fuck do you come back from back to back losses to our Queen as your on the cusp of challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship? You can’t! You fucked yourself and there’s no turning back now. The moment the company put faith in you what did you do? You let it down, so what’s to say you don’t repeat yourself at the West Coast Rumble seeing as it’s your first World Title match in what? Ten… Eleven years? There’s a reason why that happened buddy and after how we broke you down on Brawl I’m going to be shocked if you show your fucking face at the West Coast Rumble.
My dearest son, Andrew.
Oh how you are just starting to see what I have up my sleeve when it comes to how I am going to handle you.
More on you in a bit, yeah!
Why is everyone shocked at what transpired with Slater? We all know his ego carries its own zip code so it is to be expected that it was a matter of time before his true colors shined through. The moment Tristan dropped down to the floor was the moment that I realized we finally broke him. He can say what he wants, he can spin it how he likes but ultimately it doesn’t matter how you slice it the Royal Family officially broke him. Do you think John is going to take kindly to those actions? That is if he bothers to fucking speak a spoken word this month or continues the trend of a vow of silence. The fact of the matter when it comes to you Slater is I’m going to need you to go stand in a corner…
Now that I’ve officially said my peace on that subject and hope I provided a few laughs along the way let’s take a moment and fully address the West Coast Rumble, my goal and all of my opponents that are going to try their hand at being the last person standing and punching their card for a Main Event slot at Wrestle Wars Thirteen. I have several things to tend too, the first of which will be to serve my Queen as she sees fit. Flash Rotten had better hope that I am a late arrival in the Rumble or his plan to fuck over the Queen will be all for nothing. Hell, even if I enter later I’m sure Alyce won’t have an issue surviving especially when you all see what’s REALLY coming your way. But in the event my Queen does get tossed out and is eliminated then my friends all bets are off and I will go into business for myself and that spells very bad news for the sixteen others that will be partaking in the 2018 West Coast Rumble Match.
Now for those that don’t know me allow me to officially introduce myself. My name is Chris Page and I am a Seven Time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, I have won the World Title in each and every federation I have ever graced the roster with my presence but more importantly than any of that I am the proud holder of two; count them two West Coast Rumble records. The first accolade you might want to concern yourself with is how I am the guy that has spent more time in the West Coast Rumble Match than anyone else that has EVER competed in the event. Think about that for a second, that should tell you that I happen to know a thing or two about surviving in an event of this magnitude; it should tell you that I have the smarts to play the field to my advantage and am more than capable of outlasting any of you fuckers involved. The second and more impressive accolade that I can hang my hat on is being the one guy that has ELIMINATED more competitors than any other person to take part in the West Coast Rumble Match. What does that tell you? It should tell you that I can out play and outsmart anyone at any given time to send their asses over that top rope and out to the floor. Basically the way I see it is I am the odds on favorite to be the last man standing and to claim another shot at the World Title on the single biggest stage of all time; I mean headlining Wrestle Wars is something I know a thing or two about; am I right? I’ve only been there done that four or five times, who’s counting anymore. Ultimately I want all the fresh faces out there to realize and understand that when it comes to the WGWF I am the WGWF. There’s not a piece of talent on the roster that has the longevity that I’ve amassed since I signed my first WGWF contract and you’re all going to give me the respect I deserve or I’ll have no problems adding you to my list of eliminations.
Now that’s all out of the way let us start with the competitors that are involved in this party this year starting with you, Andy.
You are the current reigning WGWF Television Champion so I’m going to go ahead and go on record now that I am CHALLENGING you for your title whenever you have the nuts to put pen to paper and sign that dotted line; OR I’ll just make a phone call to Adam Barker and have him interject himself by naming me the Number One Contender to YOUR title and I’ll take it away anyway. In the meantime you and I are on a crash course to meet in the West Coast Rumble Match because it’s a forgone conclusion considering we are in the midst of one of the most talked about feuds on television today. Now, after I owned you on Brawl and made you my bitch you only got a small taste of what is coming your way. I will not stop until I strip everything that you’ve worked so hard for. I’m going to destroy your life like you’ve destroyed mine and while I lost a lot more in the long run I’ll settle for making the rest of your life as miserable as I possibly can. Each and every time I look at your fucking face all I see is that whore from Las Vegas; speaking of which, perhaps I should pay her a visit in the near future. I will say this, you got heart but heart isn’t going to be enough to topple the mountain that is Chris Page and one thing I want to make perfectly clear to you rests with how you and I are just getting started. My plans for you will see you left a beaten, bloody and broken mess. Your next lesson comes to you at the West Coast Rumble where I will be the man responsible for sending you over that top rope and out to the floor. I spoke about goals earlier on; your elimination is a personal goal and outside of protecting my Queen making sure that your tenure in the Rumble is very short lived. Bank on that.
The next target that is on my hit list of personal goals is you, John Gambino.
You have the clear advantage as you earned the right to enter the Rumble Match last, kudos. That’s a prime spot to have and you will no doubt be watching the moment the opening bell rings as you will plot and plan your course of destruction because you’re a triple whammy; you’re coming in last, you’re a big mother fucker and you are one of the select few that could walk out with this thing. I know for a fact what you can bring to the table from experience and at last check I do believe I owe you one because if memory serves the last time you and I were in the squared circle you came out on top. So, what better way to return the favor than snuff out your chance of headlining Wrestle Wars Thirteen? You’ve flown under the radar since popping back up on the scene and while you might not agree with my allegiances and while we might not see eye to eye I’m man enough to tell you that you, yes you, you’re one of the only pieces of talent that I respect thus I’ll treat you as such. Guy’s like you and I are a dying breed. Our generation would stomp the current generation without hesitation and it’s because of the level of respect I have for you makes it so much more appealing that our paths cross because it’s going to be one of those “moments” where people will remember exactly where they were when Chris Page and John Gambino went to blows in Los Angeles in front of millions of viewers around the world. The thought of the crowds roar gives me goosebumps. While you might not believe it I’m giving you my word that I am not going to cheap shot you, I’m not going to sneak up behind you and I’m not going to take advantage of an opportunity when it comes to you because when I send your Italian ass over the top rope and out to the floor, when I send you back to the showers, when I send you packing… I want you to know that it was because I was just better than you but more importantly it was done man to man.
Elsewhere we have another Monster in our midst that warrants a little bit of my time and his name just so happens to be Silence; Mr. Brick Shithouse his self in the flesh after nearly a year long absence following a sledgehammer to the knee at the hands of one John Cable. In four short weeks you’ve put the entire list of participants of the West Coast Rumble on notice with you sheer domination of six of the nineteen combatants involved; and while none of them are to write home to mom about it doesn’t change the fact that when it comes to Battle Royal’s the bigger you are the harder it is to throw over that top rope; especially when you appear to be motivated. Your first run here was decent, you went nearly a year undefeated and ran rough shot over everyone that seemed to cross your path… Until you cross my path. You see Silence I fear no man and I am the one guy that you’re not going to intimidate with your size or strength because I will come at you head on just to prove a fucking point. You see Silence I’m not a push over nor a slouch and will bitch slap you before jumping all over you like a goddamn spider monkey. I’m the guy your parents warned you about and I’m the guy that you SHOULD fear because I’m not going to need a sledgehammer to put you back on the shelf for another year and have you questioning if this profession is for you. My name isn’t Simon Jacobs, Luke Riggs, K-Remix or any other participant you’ve smashed… My name is Chris FUCKING Page and I am your kryptonite and I’m also the guy that is going to have his way with you and make you my bitch just like I’ve done with each and every superstar that’s ever crossed my path. You might be a wild card to some but to me your just one of the few obstacles that I will eliminate regardless of what you say or do… Or then again maybe I sit back and watch the field of superstars gang up on you to try and send you over that top rope. Maybe I just observe the enhancements as they attempt to exercise a little revenge at your expense for being a complete prick when you inserted yourself into all of their business. Either which way the road all leads to the same place and that is you being sent over the top rope with both feet touching the floor.
Another name of note would be that of Erik Josten.
Throughout 2017 both you and Connolly have risen to the top of our company following a massively successful run with the Tag Titles from 2015 through Wrestle Wars of last year when the titles where vacated. Your run with the Television Title was equally as impressive and I know that you’re eyeing this as your moment to finally break out and break into that Main Event level. You have the tools necessary to get it done you just lack that killer instinct to get it done. Your time with this company will back that very bold statement. I’m not selling you short by any means but when it comes to Main Eventing the single biggest show of the year the name Erik Josten just doesn’t sell tickets. I can’t help the fact that there’s more talented individuals involved in this affair and I can’t help the fact that I’ve got more god given talent in my left nut than you have coursing throughout your entire body; and if you doubt that I suggest you step to me inside that squared circle and I don’t mind proving it. My actions always speak louder than my words, Erik, and I do look forward to the day that our paths cross once again just so I can once again prove to you who the better man truly is.
When you throw names out like The Sentinel, Dustin Holt, and Luke Riggs they’re like the blind leading the blind and are in way over their heads when it comes to the West Coast Rumble Match. The Sentinel; god love him, he’s a national treasure but after all the years in the United States he still can’t string together a complete sentence, and as for Luke Riggs and Dustin Holt there about as relevant as a fart in the wind. They mean now exactly what they meant when they walked through the doors of this company; nothing. There’s a reason why Luke Riggs holds the record for shortest stint in the Rumble Match lasting all of two seconds… let’s see if we can narrow that down to one. Oh and how can I forget the mystery entrants; they’re always a treat. They’re the guys who like to loom in the shadows unadvertised because they know if they were advertised it wouldn’t mean shit to begin with! Unless your name is Paul Frost, Nathan Miles, Kyle Shane or maybe Lucas Felix you’re not going to get a cheap plug from me. You’ll have to show up and re-establish yourselves regardless of just who the fuck you are.
Simon Jacobs, Black Death and K-Remix. The three of you are the new blood to this Battle Royal and I’m sure; at least in the case of Remix and Jacobs you’re looking to make a better impression other than being a doormat for the Monster Silence. I know Remix is a second generation star much like me and I know Black Death has had some dealings with MDK in the past. See, I’m not completely oblivious to you but unless you’re bringing the thunder you might as well prepare yourselves for a night of disappointment. Ladies and Gentleman the Royal Family are the pieces of talent to beat. We’ve got our Queen, we’ve got The Royal Jester, we’ve got The Royal Grave Digger, we’ve got The Executioner and we’ve got Chris FUCKING Page! Five pieces of talent all working for a common goal when it comes to dominating the competition and making ourselves the show stealing attraction within the West Coast Rumble. We know walking in that the bull’s eye are on our back because we pose the biggest threat to any and all other participants involved, and you all should be shitting bricks because WE have the numbers, WE have the tools and WE have the one element that none of you have… We have the element of surprise. I assure you all that this is going to be a night that nobody shall forget because the Royal Family shall reign supreme as ONE of us will be winning the West Coast Rumble and KING MDK shall defy the odds and leave STILL your WGWF World Heavyweight Champion! Don’t like it? We can give two shits.