Post by Chris Page on Nov 30, 2022 6:26:18 GMT -5
The scene fades in and we find ourselves in the Las Vegas Estate belonging to Chronic Chris Page and his wife, Candice Wolf-Page; it had 7 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms and two offices side by side with a doorway in between. For the past 2 days the couple has been making arrangements for the WGWF Thanksgiving Dinner. Page had been making sure that there were plenty of tables and chairs and smoke on hand; as well as a full bar and an outside smoking lounge, where a couple of employees from the Chronic Choice Smoke Shop were pre-rolling blunts and would be on hand for the party today as well. VooDoo had been supervising the caterers as they began to sit out enough food and drink to feed a small army with a wide range of tastes. After making a final walk through the place, both inside and out, giving it the white glove treatment despite there not being any white gloves, VooDoo was happy with what she saw. Lord knows the staff working today was happy when she gave that final nod.
Right now, we’re in the master bedroom, just as VooDoo walks out of her dressing room and Chris hands her the blunt he was smoking and tries to conceal his smile. VooDoo was dressed in a pair of jeans and a red velvet bustier with her long mane of red hair pulled back into a french braid.
CHRIS PAGE: And I was so hoping for that tiny black dress I love so much. Chris told her. And heels, showing off those muscles in those legs. Makes me go ggrrr.
CANDICE WORLF-PAGE: I know you were, but so not practical. She hit the blunt. I’m gonna be in a house, with drunk wrestlers; some of which all you have to do is look at them the wrong way and they want to fight someone. Last thing I want to be wearing when a fight breaks out...
IF…
IF.. a fight breaks out, is a dress and heels.
CHRIS PAGE: Touche’. He said as he walked over and took her in his arms. I got to say, you thinking that, it’s kinda hot. As Page leaned in and kissed her, there was a knock at the bedroom door and a voice on the other side let them know that guests had started to arrive. Are you ready, Love?
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: As ready as I'll ever be. He gave her a final peck on the lips as she slipped from his arms; he slapped her on the ass and smiled at the squeal that slipped from her lips.
They made their way down the stairs to the foyer where one of the staff was opening the door for their first guest…
Downstairs, the door swings wide as the staff open up the Page home and welcome their first arrival for the day.
“Hello and welcome Mr. Cable. It is a pleasure to receive you today. I will take your coat, if you’d like?” the man says to Johnathan Cable as he makes his way through the door and into the open foyer.
“Thank you, very much. I appreciate that.” John replies with a smile as he takes his dark blue suit coat and hands it to the man, then looks up to the couple descending the stairs from above.
“Candice. Chris. Thank you for having me, and it is a pleasure to see the new house. It is beautiful, for sure.” he says as he shakes Chris’ hand solidly, and awkwardly gives Candice a polite shoulder hug.
An hour later, there is a ring at the door. The staff opens it and Lexi Gold is next to arrive. She greets the staff with a big smile on her face as she stands there. She is wearing a t-shirt, leather skirt, knee-high boots and two pigtails on her head. Slinging over her shoulder is a big bag. The staff person leads Lexi to where John Cable, Chris Page and Candice Wolf-Page were at. Once she saw all three, she gave each of them a tight hug. It was enough to almost make them pop, then let's go and jumped up and down happily as she looked at them.
“Lexi Gold: I'm so excited not only to be invited into this lovely home, but to see all three of you again. We are all so busy with our lives, so it's nice to come together like this, so what should we do first?” Lexi looks around and becomes curious. “Do you have any pets?”
Always make a grand entrance, let them know you mean business… Mark “The Dragon” Cross mutters the mantra over and over in his head as the chopper begins to descend just outside of the Page estate, his knuckles white from gripping so hard onto the seat. For someone who loves all things planes so much, helicopters still freaked him the fuck out. Technical term. With legs like jelly and sweaty palms, he makes his way up the driveway, clutching two bottles of coffee Patron, one in each slightly shaking hand.
“Hey hey hey, the party’s here! Nobody panic!!”
As Cross goes inside, we turn back to the driveway, where we see a blue pickup truck pulling up. The driver seems to hesitate, rolling slightly forward before finally stopping behind another vehicle. The door swings open and “The Mechanic” Peter Vaughn steps out. He looks uncomfortable in the polo shirt he’s wearing, very different from his usual attire. Apparently he decided to ‘dress up’ for the occasion. He looks around, then reaches into the back of the truck, pulling out a case of Lone Pine Yellow Rose.
PETER VAUGHN: Always bring something to holiday parties, that’s what they say. Okay, Peter, remember, no destruction today. You promised Chris. We can do this.
Vaughn walks towards the door, trying to paste a fake smile on his face, then quickly realizing that nobody would buy it. He shrugs and walks up, knocking and entering the beautiful house. Thirty minutes later, a party bus arrives at the Page state, and the bass coming from it shakes the house a bit and the guests can’t help but wonder what or who that is. Chris Page has an idea, and he just shakes his head and smiles, half amused. Once the bus parks and the doors open, out steps Giovanni Santana, or “Cholo” as his more commonly known as. He is dressed in black silk slacks, black loafers and a white silk guayabera. He stretches and then admires their home and he mouths just one word… “wow”. A beautiful young woman dressed as his driver comes out and hands him a couple of bottles.
“Are you sure these are the best Scorpion Mezcal Añejo bottles you could find? Aged at least 7 years?” he asks.
She nods.
“Cholo wants to gift señor Page the best Mezcal he and señora Wolf-Page can enjoy and probably will need after everyone has left.”
She nods again.
“Muy bien, gracias preciosa.” He thanks her affectionately. She gives him a kiss in return and then he heads towards the door but she clears her throat. He turns around and raises one of his eyebrows.
“Si?” He asks, wondering what could be on her mind.
“And what do you want me to tell everyone in there?” She nods towards the bus.
“Tell them to keep partying… QUIETLY… and to wait for Cholo’s signal…” He winks at her and she winks back.
Cholo heads for the door and rings the door bell as she gets back inside the bus and the music comes back on, though not as loud as before. The Pages open the door, welcome Cholo and he hugs them like long lost relatives. They thank him for coming and for the drinks. Candice walks Cholo inside as Chris goes to close the door but then takes a peek outside and notices the party bus amongst the other vehicles… He wonders briefly what that’s about but then gets called back to the party and he lets it go.
The black Lincoln town car rolls up slowly outside the Page estate, stylish and classical where others might call it “old fashioned” and comes to a stop. The driver’s side door opens and a pair of black Jordan 1’s place themselves down onto the drive. As he stands, we can see Fred Debonair is wearing a pair of faded denim jeans and a button up white shirt with black flower pattern on it. He closes the door of the rental and slides the Oakley shades onto his forehead, letting out a low whistle.
FRED DEBONAIR: “And I thought I was living the life… Damn.”
He opens the trunk of the vehicle and pulls out two bottles of 2011 Armand de Brignac Champagne, a bottle of Macallan Red whisky and as he opens the passenger side door, Aurora Wolf steps out in a beautiful figure hugging, black Couture dress and stilettos, carrying a bottle of Rémy Martin XO.
AURORA: “And I thought you were living the life…”
FRED DEBONAIR: “Right?! Okay that guy's been holding the door for us for about three minutes, let’s go.”
He kisses Aurora gently, then takes her hand as he leads her into the house, dropping the keys into the waiting hand of another staff member, as the sound of an obvious party can be heard throughout.
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Fading into the Page Estate we find that Chris and Candice have gathered John Cable, Lexi Gold, Mark Cross, Peter Vaughn, Cholo, and Fred and Aurora in a large study just off the Main Foyer. Chris and Candice stand in front of a large wood burning fireplace as Page has his right arm around the lower back and waist of Candice while he states.
CHRIS PAGE: Candice and I wanted to thank all of you for coming by to enjoy some great food and fellowship with each other. We understand how crazy all of our lives can get with all the travel, the various companies you do business with, all the way down to some of the peers you share the ring with. Today is day that fighting isn’t a thing, hatred doesn’t exist, and being thankful is the business.
We see several servers wielding trays of Champagne dressed in black slacks, white button down dress shirts, sporting black bowties causing Chris to spout out.
Candice simply shakes her head as she takes a glass from the tray, followed by Page and the guests that are in their presence. Chris raises his glass.
CHRIS PAGE: Shoutout to whoever arrived via Helicopter.
Chris raises his glass as Mark Cross nods his head ever so slightly.
CHRIS PAGE: In all seriousness… We couldn’t be happier to have you all here today because everyone here, and those taking part in the WGWF who didn’t make it, we acknowledge the strides we have made as a company over the last three months wouldn’t be possible without all of you believing in the vision for what Professional Wrestling should be. No longer do you have to play politics, no longer do you have to worry about being treated fairly, no longer do you have to have your ideas ignored versus being incorporated into whatever stories we are going to be telling. We are really thankful to have all of you hear.
Chris raises his glass higher in the air.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Here- here!
CHRIS PAGE: Before we officially commence the toast let’s go around the room and hear what you are all thankful for.
Lexi is the first to speak up.
Lexi Gold: I am thankful to be invited into the WGWF family. You all have been very welcoming and kind. I am also thankful for my other family. My real family who have supported my dream and have been with me through my highs and lows in my life, and last but not least the fans. I met some many wonderful fans from all around the world. We wouldn't be doing what we do without them.
Mark Cross steps forward next.
MARK CROSS: So for those that don’t know…I lost my Dad a few years ago, around Thanksgiving, so I’m thankful for all the tough lessons he taught me…things that have helped me both professionally, and personally. I’m thankful for all the watches and the guitars I can buy, so I’ll never quite be rich enough to retire from this incredible business we’re all in called wrestling, and I’m thankful for the great company we’ve got assembled. Cheers!
Peter Vaughn is next.
PETER VAUGHN: What am I thankful for, hmmm. I suppose I’m thankful for having somewhere to go today. I had been planning on having turkey sandwiches back on my ranch. Oh, I’m thankful for my ranch, too. It’s coming along well, even after the fire we had to deal with last month. Ummm, I guess I should say I’m thankful to Chris and Candice too. Yeah, that works. Okay. Next?
Cholo is next.
GIOVANNI SANTANA: Cholo is thankful for his familia, his parents specially, God rest their souls. WGWF of course and everyone in it, the ones present and the ones who couldn’t make it… All of you whom he likes to call ‘mi gente’, my people, especially “El Malo” Pedro Vaugn over there, we go way back. Thank you specially Chris and Candice for opening you home to Cholo, he is very humbled to be here and apologizes in advance for sneaking the party going on in your backyard by the pool.
Candice and Chris start to turn to see just what in the hell IS going on back there but Cholo continues, keeping them focused on him.
Cholo is also thankful for his opponents so far this year, Victoria, Joseph and Millie, wherever they all might be and my latest opponent, Zarita. Last, but definitely not least, the lovely Lexi over here, salud mami. They all gave Cholo great matches and made him look good and hope he was able to return the favor. Gracias to all, and happy Thanksgiving.
Fred is next.
FRED DEBONAIR: I’m thankful for my deadbeat dad trying to run me out of the world of Wrestling, despite being somewhat of a superstar in the business himself. That from him, made me run more towards it and shaped me into the man I am today. It also led me towards WGWF and some pretty cool ass people.
Fred looks toward Aurora, on his right…
FRED DEBONAIR: And of course for finding this pretty thing to keep me honest! Oh and I’m thankful that I have a guy on speed dial that can get me Panama Red on request…
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I’ll drink to that.
Candice and Chris cling their glasses together followed by the athletes that have gathered themselves before taking drinks for their glasses.
CHRIS PAGE: Before we stuff ourselves to the gills with this feast I’ll be ajurning out to the pool deck to partake in some cannabis if anyone is wanting to join me.
Chris winks at the people gathered before walking past John and Lexi where behind them is a floor to ceiling set of sliding glass doors. He opens up the doors and takes his leave outside to the pool deck.
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Fading outside to the pool deck we see that Cholo’s ‘party people’ have been ‘graciously’ removed but the party bus can be heard not too far partying on. There is an outdoor Tiki Bar to the left of a large Infinity Pool. The sun beats down from the unforgiving Las Vegas skies. Chris is behind the bar pulling out a bottle of Jameson; 80 years aged. He cracks open the bottle and starts pouring into small glasses lined up across the bartop. Chris then turns his back and kneels down only to re-emerge with two mason jars both of which are filled with cannabis. Chris cracks open one of the sealed mason jars as he takes a deep inhale as if he was about to have fine wine.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s almost as satisfying as success. Almost.
Candice sneaks up behind Chris smacking him on the ass which causes him to jump before spinning around only to find his wife which has him roll his eyes.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Are you having a good time?
She asks.
CHRIS PAGE: Are you here?
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Last I checked.
CHRIS PAGE: Then I’m having a good time.
Chris’s attention darts to the side of Candice’s ear.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s that behind your ear?
Chris reaches up magically producing a blunt as he hands it to Candice.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: How did you…
Chris interjects.
CHRIS PAGE: Harvey said never tell your secrets.
Chris hands Candice the blunt where he produces a lighter from the pocket of his slacks. He lights the blunt for Candice. Candice takes several tokes and passes it back to Chris who now has one of the glasses of Jamison in his right hand. He takes a drink before taking the blunt from Candice. Chris inhales deeply.
Lexi walks up to Page and Candice, then grabs a drink and sips as she watches them with a smile.
LEXI: You two are perfect together, and I hope one day I can find a love like this. It's beautiful, and gives me hope, but in the meantime I hope you both continue to receive nothing but happiness.
CHRIS PAGE: We’ve learned that regardless of what is going on around you that the haters are going to hate. We close off the negativity when we are with each other. Candice gets me, she understands me better than anyone else I’ve ever come across.
As the three stay together on their side of the Tiki Bar, Vaughn has moved to the right, studying the Infinity Pool as he drinks from one of his beers. He walks to the side, apparently examining the filtration device built into the pool.
PETER VAUGHN: I wonder… nah, that would probably stand out too much at the ranch. Nice design, though. I wonder who Chris has working maintenance on it? It’s something you really need to keep an eye on. I’m sure he’s using an expert…
After a few seconds, Vaughn glances over at Chris, Candice, & Lexi, making sure they’re occupied. He then pops off the protective lid and starts checking out the mechanics inside, ensuring that it’s all working as it should be. He pulls a utility tool out of his pocket, tweaking the system, as the party continues around him.
CHRIS PAGE: Did you find an issue?
PETER VAUGHN: Wait, what?
Chris laughs under his breath before looking over at Fred and Aurora pace up and down, her hand in his as they check out the surrounding area. As they watch everyone else who’s outside, Fred pulls a baggie from his pocket…
FRED DEBONAIR: I appreciate that Chris has his own stuff, but like I said, I’m thankful for being able to get Panama Red and I’m thankful for pretty cool ass people to share it with, so if you wish to partake…?
CHRIS PAGE: Does a bear shit in the woods?
Fred spins around with a smirk on his face while lighting up as he’s joined by Candice and Lexi
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Do you know the best part about smoking?
Candice asks Chris as he has a smile on his face.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s that?
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Eating!
Candice pivots her attention to those outside.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Who’s hungry?!
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The spread smelled delicious engulfing the Page Estate as we fade into a dining room off the main foyer to see the homecooked meal laid out on a marble top counter. Chris and Candice stand at the head of the table, arms wrapped around each other’s waist.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: By all means help yourselves, there’s plenty.
Lexi surveys the delicious food that was laid out, then grabs a plate and starts serving herself, trying to fit all the fixings into two plates, but once she was done she goes to sit at a table. She says a prayer and digs into the food. At one point, she looks to see if anyone was watching before she dumps the rest of the food into her bag she brought.
Lexi:I have to make sure I bring my snakes some food. Oh, they will love this and scarf it down.
She says to herself.
PETER VAUGHN: You’re taking food home?
Vaughn takes a seat on one side of Lexi, having put together a plate that’s heavy on meat and casserole. Lexi just shakes her head, looking away, as Vaughn starts to dig in.
PETER VAUGHN: I’d do the same, but I don’t know if the pigs or chickens would like it. Besides… it looks really good.
Vaughn doesn’t bother to pray, as he’s not much of a religious type anymore. He digs in, ripping away at the turkey.
Lexi hears the mention of animals and looks on with interest.
Lexi: You have pigs and chickens? Cute. Indoor or outdoor?
PETER VAUGHN: They’re outdoor, of course. Well, wait, the chickens do have their coop, and the pigs have a pen to stay in, so… I guess they’re both?
Fred and Aurora approach the table and begin filling up their plates. Fred looks toward Lexi and Vaughn.
FRED DEBONAIR: We’ve got nobody back home to take stuff back to anyway.
AURORA WOLF: Well that or we could say an entire Wrestling school to take stuff back for!
They both laugh as Fred grabs up some cutlery and they look for a place to sit. Cholo looks at all the delicious food but can't help but wonder…
CHOLO: Where are the tortillas and beans? Where is the meat stuffing and pico de gallo? El Hamon with cherry and pineapple? What is this, asparagus? Where is La Chalula? I mean how do these gringos....
He pauses, American Thanksgiving Cholo he thinks to himself, just go with it.
CHOLO: Hmmm, all this stuff looks delicious mi gente, yum!
He grabs a little bit of everything except the *** damn asparagus because really? He then finds an open seat, says a small prayer in Spanish after doing the sign of the cross and begins to dig in.
Hanging back in the garden for the longest possible time, nursing the joint he’d been able to score for the longest possible time…Mark Cross watched from afar, counting down the number of guests until everyone had fixed a plate. Now it was go-time. Laying out two plates nearby, free of the guilt that somebody might not be able to get their fill…he begins to go to town, loading up each one high with a good mixture of about everything that was possibly going.
MARK CROSS: Alright Marky boy, let’s do this…
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Dinner has come and gone as we join the party as it’s moved back to the living area of the Page Estate where Chris and Candice address their guest.
CHRIS PAGE: On behalf of Candice and myself I’d like to thank you all for coming to spend Thanksgiving with us. We know it’s rather difficult for some of you to be in the same room together let alone break bread. Thanksgiving is about putting all the bullshit to the side, even if for just one day while enjoying the company and fellowship it brings. The WGWF is on the verge of reaching heights I never thought was going to be possible, and that’s in a large part due to all of you because without all of you the WGWF wouldn’t be a thing and wouldn’t be a premiere destination so early in our relaunch.
Suddenly coming from the front yard of the estate we hear…
The guitar riffs cause heads to turn while Candice squeezes Chris’s hand.
CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: She’s here.
CHRIS PAGE: I told you.
Lexi then asks the obvious question.
LEXI GOLD: What’s that?
Chris glances at Lexi.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s my mother.
They adjourn to the front lawn where a stage has been erected over the last few hours while they’ve all been inside. Standing on stage with her band behind her is Stevie Nicks, the mother of Chris Page. Lexi sits back with her drink in her hand, just sipping away as she watches this situation happening.
LEXI GOLD: Wow, I never knew Stevie Nicks was your mother. My grandmother used to play her music all the time for me growing up. Does this mean she will perform something?
CHRIS PAGE: Nah Lexi, there is a stage built on my front lawn for looks and the music you hear right now is NOT her.
Chris winks at Lexi with his sarcastic nature as Candice smacks Page on the arm knowing his tone.
CHRIS PAGE: Sorry Lexi, that was kind of rude.
Cholo sips his fifth? Sixth? Eleventh glass of champagne and he simply raises his drink to Stevie.
CHOLO: Orale! I love Cyndi Lauper!
Vaughn shakes his head at Cholo and walks over to the side. He’s drinking just a bottle of water now, knowing that he’s going to be driving home at some point. After positioning himself against a wall, he looks over at the concert, shaking his head.
PETER VAUGHN: This is way beyond any Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. A concert, sheesh. Never would have put Page and Nicks together as family, gotta say. One more hour and I’m either out of here or sleeping in the truck.
Vaughn takes another drink of water, hoping it will help, as the concert continues.
MARK CROSS: STEVIEEEEEEEEEE!!
Now awakened from his food coma, a result of overeating, as he often did every Christmas and Thanksgiving, Cross can be seen sprinting across the lawn to get front row seats to one of his favorite singers of all time. At some point during this, Lexi digs into her bag, then pulls a big sewing needle. Everyone there gasped as they looked on, thinking she was about to poke an eye out with that thing, then she pulled out some green yawn and started sewing some Christmas sweaters as relief was shown on their faces
Chris and Candice stand at the edge of the lush green grass with Chris’s arm around her waist. He leans down whispering in her ear.
CHRIS PAGE: Nailed it.
Candice laughs to herself before giving Chris a high-five leaving members of the WGWF to enjoy another timely tune