A world of lollypops and rainbows.
May 26, 2023 6:17:51 GMT -5
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Post by Chris Page on May 26, 2023 6:17:51 GMT -5
This is different from how Chris anticipated things. Chris knew when he relaunched the WGWF that making a vow to keep out of his ring was going to be a difficult one to adhere to, and over the last eight or nine months he managed to keep my nose clean, he showed up when terms dictated it, and overall he sat back and enjoyed all the work YOU, the roster, has been putting forth every night Monday Night Brawl or Pay-Per-View event along the way because it’s not HIS work that has gotten the WGWF where it is today… it’s all of yours. So, you’ll have to excuse him if he broke his rules by putting his name on the marquee. Chris feels like he owes you all an explanation; about three weeks ago a blast from the past decided to pop up on our show and call out CCP, and after he was turned down like a cheap hooker on the Vegas Strip this gentleman thought it was a cool idea to leave Chris a bloody mess in his own ring, on his own turf… and while Chris might stand for that, I don’t.
Who am I?
I’m the beast that has laid dormant for the better part of two years.
I’m the guy that snatched professional wrestling by the throat and made it my bitch for the better part of the last three years by going where I want, doing what I want, and leaving ninety percent of you sucking on my tailpipe while leaving them in my rearview mirror. I suppose this is where we thank you, Mr. York, because without your actions, had you not smashed Chris repeatedly in the skull with that cold, unforgiving steel chair you might not have awoken me… but you know what they say… Be careful what you wish for because NOW you’re going to get it. Every village has an idiot, Justin York is ours.
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“I can’t believe you made me come here.”
An unknown voice is heard as our scene opens with a tight shot of Chris Page who can be seen on what we can assume is a couch. CCP has his hair pulled back in a ponytail while sporting a black t-shirt with a button-down on top.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m only looking out for myself and others around me. The last thing I need is another XWF situation on my hands.
“But you like it when things get out of control.”
CHRIS PAGE: Are you sure about that?
“Last time I checked.”
CHRIS PAGE: Check again.
When Chris thinks about Justin and the history that they share there is only one logical place to start, the IIW. While the IIW is now a struggling ship there was a point in time when things were on the up and up for that “organization”, if you can call it that. A little over a year ago Chris walked through those doors and turned a stale, unorganized federation that had ZERO appeal to the masses and made it must-see television. He brought CCPE with him, he spent seven months building the federation with interesting stories mixed with banger matches. That is where your paths crossed, Mr. York. You remember, don’t you? You made the same mistakes back then that you’re making right now. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different outcome. When you crossed his path you called him out much like you’ve done with just about anyone that bothers to give you a sliver of attention… and much like JPD, much like Thaddeus Duke, much like Driftwood in CU:LT, Chris Page put you down.
I also know that Chris gave you the world on a silver platter that only a fool could fuck up.
… and you were the fool that let the world slip through your greasy fingers. Your list of accomplishments reads like jack… and shit… your reputation is that of someone looking for the next bit of clout to keep you somewhat relevant in our sport. Geez, it’s gotta suck to be you.
“I did and I came up with the same answer.”
Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE: A wrong one.
“Stop pretending that you aren’t happy to see me.”
CHRIS PAGE: I assure you that this is the last place I want to be.
“Why?”
The voice asks.
“Is it because you think it’s pointless?”
Chris lets out a deep sigh before he responds.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve been here before, and it doesn’t end well.
“Have you not found a way to control it?”
CHRIS PAGE: I buried it, and yet somehow, it’s been unearthed.
“Well, let’s talk about that for a minute. Why did you bury it?”
Chris tilts his head up toward the ceiling taking a look at the texture.
“Chris?”
Hearing his name Chris lowers his head and focuses his attention across from him in the direction of the voice.
CHRIS PAGE: Yes?
“Why did you bury it?”
Justin: you seem to be under the impression that you present a challenge, that over a year later you can come back to the grown folk's table, pull yourself up a seat, and seriously think that you belong. The only place where your presence is being requested is in any federation that is desperate enough to buy into the bill of goods that you’re TRYING to sell, or better yet, the fucking unemployment line because nothing about you screams game changer. Hell, you couldn’t pull off a Supershow… twice. That’s the easiest thing to do; book a card, line up the talent, set a date, and BOOM you have a show- Chris does it every other week and maybe you should take some notes on how to do things right the first time and you wouldn’t be the walking failure that you’ve become.
Nobody takes you seriously.
Nobody buys into the hype.
… And nobody thinks for a single second that you’re going to survive the dastardly intentions that are dancing in my head. The ways I’m going to make you scream, the various parts of your body that will bleed shall soak Charlotte in a way that will never come clean. This isn’t the direction Chris wanted to take… it’s the direction I WANTED to go.
CHRIS PAGE: Because at times it becomes uncontrollable. It’s like being possessed by an entity that you can never remove attachments from. When it takes over, it brings nothing but pain and suffering to everyone around me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a reason to bury it. That sounds like a reason to embrace it.”
Chris starts shaking his head to disagree before he states.
CHRIS PAGE: I don’t embrace chaos, I never have. That would put me on the same plain as virtually everyone in the Professional Wrestling industry. I mean, it’s bad enough that when you disagree with a select few they go out of their way to twist narratives, to hinge on every single word you speak. Will all due respect, that sounds an awful lot like toxic than Professional Wrestling.
Unlike Chris, I’ve never been one to give two shits about other’s views or opinions. I find amusement in their baseless accusations almost as much as Chris found it highly entertaining that they threw down gauntlets; if you work with Chris we don’t work with you… and yet they STILL work with those that work with Chris. Justin, you fall into this same line of trash that is desperately needed to be taken out to the street and hauled off never to be seen or heard from again. That’s where I come in. See, you don’t know me, you only think you do. I bet it felt good when you took that chair and laid Chris Page wide open, shedding his blood for the world to see.
You should feel accomplished.
… until you come to terms with an age-old saying.
Every action has an equal to opposite reaction.
Denting Page’s skull was like a knock on my front door.
Do you truly understand what you’ve done when you woke me up?
CHRIS PAGE: Embracing the hate versus contributing to it seems like the only way to keep the peace.
“But is peace worth it? Just because you keep the peace only means it opens the door for others to be bullied by the same people that claim they care about others. The difference between you and them is that you do care about others, you do consider other people’s feelings, and above all else, you’re not a fake person simping to a wrestling community. There will always be another target, and you’ve ALLOWED that to happen.
Chris expresses a shocked face upon hearing what’s been said as both his eyes widen.
“Ah, it seems I’ve hit a nerve. Allow me to explain, when you buried it you buried your balls with it.”
CHRIS PAGE: Wait just a minute…
“Hold on, let me finish.”
Chris starts getting flustered and impatient.
“I understand hearing things like this isn’t going to sit well with you, and sometimes the truth hurts. You’ve grown soft over the last year or so after dominating an industry for well over a year. There wasn’t a federation that didn’t call you to promote their company on your name; they all used you for what could better themselves only to toss you in the trash the moment you stood up for what was right. When you buried it, you buried everything.”
Chris starts gritting his teeth...
CHRIS PAGE: You forgot to mention I made a shitload of money off them all, you forgot to mention that I dominated every federation and superseded whatever “top story” they had to go on. I did that, nobody else. I didn’t need to fuel myself with hate. If I am so terrible, if I am so overrated as the kids like to say then why did I go UNBEATEN in Fight NYC back when it was the “cool place” to be? Why did I win not one but TWO World Titles and still hold one of them to this day? You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t buy into losing my edge because I buried something so horrific so deep in the ground that it will never see the light of day again. Hmm?
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I didn’t have to embrace the hate to continue being a force in Professional Wrestling. I realized that I didn’t HAVE to be everywhere to continue being successful, I did that just to prove to everyone that claims they can cut a schedule what a REAL star’s schedule looks like. It’s one thing to cosplay as professional wrestlers, it’s one thing to take bookings all over the world, multiple shows a day at times, it’s EASY to make the towns… it’s hard to leave victorious ninety-five percent of the time.
Justin, you’re probably sitting there shitting your pants about right now, rightfully so. I would be too if I knew what I was walking into come War Games. It’s already been established that you can’t beat Page… What makes you think you’re going to take me? I’m genuinely curious because you’re the guy that overpromises and underdelivers, you’re the guy that writes an awful lot of checks that your ass can’t cash, you’re a laughing stock amongst an entire industry and it’s all because YOU did it to yourself.
The truth is you NEED this.
The truth is you have nowhere to go and you fell back on Chris Page because you saw an easy opportunity to get some shine back on your name… that is if you bother to show up. You tend to do a lot of talking on Twitter with less backing up between the ropes where it matters, and that’s a you problem that I’m going to further reiterate one more time for all of those out there that have missed your failures of 2023 thus far.
“It sounds like you’re trying to justify versus accept. Nobody is saying that you didn’t do it better than anyone else, because clearly you did or else people wouldn’t be trying to do it today. You’re a trailblazer, and arguably one of the greatest of all time… but even you know that when push comes to shove that you’ve gotten soft.”
CHRIS PAGE: No I haven’t.
“Yes, yes you have. If you need further proof, then I’m going to point out that you did NOTHING when Justin York left you laying in a pool of your blood… nothing.”
CHRIS PAGE: Well that’s because…
Chris is cut off.
“Here you go again with the excuses.”
CHRIS PAGE: But you didn’t let me finish.
“I didn’t have too to know exactly what yellow brick road you were going to be stepping on. Face it, you’re a shell of what you once were regardless of what pieces of hardware you tout or not. You allowed someone to walk into YOUR house and punk you out on YOUR show without so much of putting up a fight. YOU allowed him to use your name to promote himself yet again like you didn’t learn your lesson the first time around!”
Chris starts to get tense as he attempts to intervene.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s not…
“True? It’s one hundred percent true. I’m ashamed of the man that’s sitting before me…”
CHRIS PAGE: The man that’s sitting in front of you is the same man that’s won twenty World Titles in the span of my career, and if you or anyone else thinks that I can’t handle a little ankle bitter like York you’re delusional and maybe you should be sitting here and I should be sitting there.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to swap seats because that would mean that yet again, you’d be able to deflect your problems and issues versus answering them head-on.”
CHRIS PAGE: If that’s what you need to tell yourself.
Justin, you get to play in my world now; a world filled with heartache and pain for you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you refer to me as a Painmaker? Does it look like I am on TBS? I told you who I was and you screwed that up too! You can call The Beast, and I’m the only Beast that matters in the land of the WGWF. You should probably pay better attention to the finer details if you expect to be taken seriously. I understand that you have a hard time, or “don’t care” about pronouncing my name correctly, and while you might have some trouble with it now you won’t come to the close of what I’ll call a barbaric war that is going to unfold.
Charlotte, North Carolina isn’t going to be the same let alone you.
I’m going to introduce you to levels of pain that operate on a different stratosphere because I can, and you certainly can’t stop me.
“I’m not the one that’s trying to convince or tell myself anything that isn’t true. Chris, you’ve been seeing me for YEARS, and the one thing that hasn’t ever changed with any of our meetings revolves around you hiding from the truth.”
Chris finally blows his cool as he exclaims.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is that this is a waste of time! I’ve not gotten anywhere with you. I thought you are supposed to be helpful.
“I’ve been more than helpful every time you’ve come to see me.”
CHRIS PAGE: Trying to cause me to lose my temper is the LAST thing I consider helping.
I’m counting the seconds, Justin. Are you? Don’t get me wrong, there is no denying that in some capacity you’ve got some skill between the ropes. You’re delusional optimism when it comes to winning is something that needs some serious work, it’s not like it’s a huge shock when everything about you is as generic as it comes.
How many professional wrestlers own casinos?
How many professional wrestlers flaunt their wealth?
Chris has spent more money on spilled liquor than you’ve made in a lifetime, and yet do you see him running around spouting out for all to see when it comes to his wealth? Fuck, when was the last time Chris even promoted the WGWF shows on his personal Twitter account? Next to never. Why? Because when you’re something special, or you have something special you don’t have to throw it in everyone’s face because word of mouth will do all the talking for you.
… take a look around if you need further proof.
It makes me question why you’re the same broken record that you were when you and Chris first linked up. Are you incapable of evolving? Do you not see that you’ve done more damage to yourself than anyone else ever could? It’s going to be a long night for you in Charlotte, unlike Chris, I’m going to be taking my time, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.
“What do you call Justin York? Is that not helping?”
Chris rolls his eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: More like catering to a charity case.
“Oh really.”
CHRIS PAGE: You gave him what he wanted. I have nothing to prove to him that isn’t already in the record books. It’s like those fucks from Arcadia reaching out to me a while back to be an “influencer”. They need me, not the other way around.
“Tell me how you really feel.”
CHRIS PAGE: Fine, fuck it. There was a point in time when my name was splattered all over the fucking place. I never asked for that, and there was a point in time when the wrestling community supported me much like I supported it. What pisses me off is how hypocritical most people seem to be and can’t be adult like most of us. I don’t have to agree with someone else's views or opinions; I am capable of agreeing to disagree and moving on without referring to someone as a “dick bag” or drawing imaginary lines in sands that don’t exist.
“Ah ha!”
CHRIS PAGE: What?
“There it is.”
CHRIS PAGE: Here we go.
“Don’t get pissy with me because I’m pointing out the obvious. You can’t stand that at one point in time, you WERE the hottest thing, and now you’ve been reduced to silence. Which only supports my initial claims that you have gone soft.”
CHRIS PAGE: You are so full of shit.
“Am I?”
I’m curious about what kind of toys I want to bring to play with. Tables, Ladders, or Chairs seem like they’re on the playschool level. Razor Wire, light tubes, glass tables, and C-4 explosives are certainly more appealing. I know that the world will be praising me when I carve off parts of your flesh and force-feed it down your throat before hurling a light tube through your body like it was a fucking Javelin and I’m an Olympic athlete.
… but all that would just be way too easy.
Maybe I wrap your body in razor wire and watch you struggle like a fish out of water and in the process causing those razors to slice deeper into your body, perhaps severing an artery! Who knows! Can you imagine the fun I’m going to have? I could drop a cinderblock on your dick for shits and giggles… the possibilities are endless.
CHRIS PAGE: Isn’t that what I said?
“Chris, you and I both know that one of us is lying and the other one is looking at Chris Page. It’s okay, that’s why I am here for you now. I am your way out. We both know it. Why don’t you do us both a favor and just step to the side? I’ve been waiting to be unleashed for some time and I can really sink my teeth into this one.”
….
“Chris?”
“Chris?”
The sounds of fingers snapping in front of Chris’s eyes can be heard before everything snaps into focus. Chris snaps out of it.
CHRIS PAGE: Yes?
Chris glances over at an older man in business casual attire who is sitting across from Chris with a notepad in his lap and a pen in his hand.
“You’ve been sitting in silence for the last several minutes. It was like one minute you were here and the next minute you were gone.”
CHRIS PAGE: I... I don’t know, doctor.
“Where did your mind go?”
CHRIS PAGE: It unlocked a door that should have stayed locked.
Chris cracks the knuckles of each hand.
“What door?”
CHRIS PAGE: Doctor Kemp…
Chris gets off the couch.
CHRIS PAGE: I think it’s about time you and I had a real chat.
The camera pans back revealing Chris’s psychologist's office. Chris walks across the office toward the cracked door about four inches.
“I don’t understand, Chris. What have we been doing if we haven’t been talking?”
CHRIS PAGE: That’s a really good question.
Chris closes the door. The camera starts to pan back from the outside when the sounds of a man screaming as he is thrown about. The commotion lasts for what seems like a solid sixty seconds before everything goes quiet.
Deadly.
Quiet.
The handle of the door starts to rattle before slowly cracking open, creaking audibly. The door opens and seen walking out of the office…
The inner Beast of Chris Page stands before us as he takes a large sniff of the air.
“Smells like fear.”
It cracks an evil smirk while gazing directly at you.
“One, two…”
It takes two small dance steps forward on the count.
“I’m coming for you.”
“Three, four…”
Two more side steps.
“You can’t lock your doors.”
One side steps back to the right.
“Five, six…”
Two side steps to the right.
“Fuck your crucifix.”
An air pelvic thrust.
“Seven, eight…”
Two bunny hops forward.
“I’ll keep you awake.”
It drops to one knee.
“Nine, ten…”
It methodically then states.
“Your pain… begins.”
It winks as we cut....
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Justin, I have no doubts that you are full so full of shit those peepers are turning brown, I’m positive that you're going to continue to believe your own hype while bringing nothing tangible to the table. Over the year Page won number 19 and 20 when it comes to World Titles… How many have you won? How many of these high-profile feuds have you come up short on? The answer to the latter is a majority. It’s just a shame that this isn’t the IIW because that seems to be the only place that Just York means anything other than lower card status. You’ve walked into the wrong lion’s den looking to pick a fight with the wrong lion because this apex predator already has the taste of blood and has a thirst that needs to be quenched. I’m not quite sure that you truly know what you’re getting yourself into.
Chris cared about you.
I do not.
The only thing that matters is making sure I send you back to the Great White North in a pine box so that I can do the wrestling world the biggest favor anyone could have asked for. Have you started to get your affairs in order? Is your Last Will and Testament written and notarized? Can you think of any other personal affairs that you need to get taken care of? Now is the time because in just a little over a week, the sands in your hourglass officially run out… and I’d hate for that skank you call a wife to go without because her old man was equally as useless in putting the personal business together as he is inside the ring.
I want to remind you that I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t go looking for you.
I didn’t remember who you were because our time together was that insignificant to me.
Chris, that might be a horse of a different color because I don’t speak for him. What I do know is that I do need to offer my thanks. Only an idiot brings a knife to a gunfight, so I want to thank you for being dumb enough to wake me up, for being foolish enough to believe deep down in your heart of hearts that YOU are better than Chris… and a hearty thank you for making the planning of your very public execution that much easier. You’re certainly not the sharpest knife in the drawer but have no fear… your flesh will serve as a proper sharpener. Only time will tell how much blood I allow you to leave with. I’m going to drag you to the deepest waters imaginable, tie some blocks around those ankles, and hurl you into the water as I count the seconds before I lose sight.
Something I want to bring to your attention.
We’ve established that you’ve been in the ring with Chris, we’ve established that he brought you under his wing before you tried to bite the hand that feeds you. I say that to say it’s a pretty safe assessment by saying that you are VERY familiar with Chris and how he operates. You don’t have the first clue what you're walking into with me. I’m the last person you’ll see when your world starts to go fuzzy as the weight of the lids of your eyes starts getting heavy. You’ll see me; not your wife, not your parents, not one of the select few that care about you. You’ll be looking at me, and it’s going to be that moment that you realize your eyes are getting heavy because you’re tired.
… they’re heavy because I just put a Spear through your heart.
What’s to stop me?
It is Non-Sanctioned.
Who am I?
I’m the beast that has laid dormant for the better part of two years.
I’m the guy that snatched professional wrestling by the throat and made it my bitch for the better part of the last three years by going where I want, doing what I want, and leaving ninety percent of you sucking on my tailpipe while leaving them in my rearview mirror. I suppose this is where we thank you, Mr. York, because without your actions, had you not smashed Chris repeatedly in the skull with that cold, unforgiving steel chair you might not have awoken me… but you know what they say… Be careful what you wish for because NOW you’re going to get it. Every village has an idiot, Justin York is ours.
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“I can’t believe you made me come here.”
An unknown voice is heard as our scene opens with a tight shot of Chris Page who can be seen on what we can assume is a couch. CCP has his hair pulled back in a ponytail while sporting a black t-shirt with a button-down on top.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m only looking out for myself and others around me. The last thing I need is another XWF situation on my hands.
“But you like it when things get out of control.”
CHRIS PAGE: Are you sure about that?
“Last time I checked.”
CHRIS PAGE: Check again.
When Chris thinks about Justin and the history that they share there is only one logical place to start, the IIW. While the IIW is now a struggling ship there was a point in time when things were on the up and up for that “organization”, if you can call it that. A little over a year ago Chris walked through those doors and turned a stale, unorganized federation that had ZERO appeal to the masses and made it must-see television. He brought CCPE with him, he spent seven months building the federation with interesting stories mixed with banger matches. That is where your paths crossed, Mr. York. You remember, don’t you? You made the same mistakes back then that you’re making right now. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different outcome. When you crossed his path you called him out much like you’ve done with just about anyone that bothers to give you a sliver of attention… and much like JPD, much like Thaddeus Duke, much like Driftwood in CU:LT, Chris Page put you down.
I also know that Chris gave you the world on a silver platter that only a fool could fuck up.
… and you were the fool that let the world slip through your greasy fingers. Your list of accomplishments reads like jack… and shit… your reputation is that of someone looking for the next bit of clout to keep you somewhat relevant in our sport. Geez, it’s gotta suck to be you.
“I did and I came up with the same answer.”
Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE: A wrong one.
“Stop pretending that you aren’t happy to see me.”
CHRIS PAGE: I assure you that this is the last place I want to be.
“Why?”
The voice asks.
“Is it because you think it’s pointless?”
Chris lets out a deep sigh before he responds.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve been here before, and it doesn’t end well.
“Have you not found a way to control it?”
CHRIS PAGE: I buried it, and yet somehow, it’s been unearthed.
“Well, let’s talk about that for a minute. Why did you bury it?”
Chris tilts his head up toward the ceiling taking a look at the texture.
“Chris?”
Hearing his name Chris lowers his head and focuses his attention across from him in the direction of the voice.
CHRIS PAGE: Yes?
“Why did you bury it?”
Justin: you seem to be under the impression that you present a challenge, that over a year later you can come back to the grown folk's table, pull yourself up a seat, and seriously think that you belong. The only place where your presence is being requested is in any federation that is desperate enough to buy into the bill of goods that you’re TRYING to sell, or better yet, the fucking unemployment line because nothing about you screams game changer. Hell, you couldn’t pull off a Supershow… twice. That’s the easiest thing to do; book a card, line up the talent, set a date, and BOOM you have a show- Chris does it every other week and maybe you should take some notes on how to do things right the first time and you wouldn’t be the walking failure that you’ve become.
Nobody takes you seriously.
Nobody buys into the hype.
… And nobody thinks for a single second that you’re going to survive the dastardly intentions that are dancing in my head. The ways I’m going to make you scream, the various parts of your body that will bleed shall soak Charlotte in a way that will never come clean. This isn’t the direction Chris wanted to take… it’s the direction I WANTED to go.
CHRIS PAGE: Because at times it becomes uncontrollable. It’s like being possessed by an entity that you can never remove attachments from. When it takes over, it brings nothing but pain and suffering to everyone around me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a reason to bury it. That sounds like a reason to embrace it.”
Chris starts shaking his head to disagree before he states.
CHRIS PAGE: I don’t embrace chaos, I never have. That would put me on the same plain as virtually everyone in the Professional Wrestling industry. I mean, it’s bad enough that when you disagree with a select few they go out of their way to twist narratives, to hinge on every single word you speak. Will all due respect, that sounds an awful lot like toxic than Professional Wrestling.
Unlike Chris, I’ve never been one to give two shits about other’s views or opinions. I find amusement in their baseless accusations almost as much as Chris found it highly entertaining that they threw down gauntlets; if you work with Chris we don’t work with you… and yet they STILL work with those that work with Chris. Justin, you fall into this same line of trash that is desperately needed to be taken out to the street and hauled off never to be seen or heard from again. That’s where I come in. See, you don’t know me, you only think you do. I bet it felt good when you took that chair and laid Chris Page wide open, shedding his blood for the world to see.
You should feel accomplished.
… until you come to terms with an age-old saying.
Every action has an equal to opposite reaction.
Denting Page’s skull was like a knock on my front door.
Do you truly understand what you’ve done when you woke me up?
CHRIS PAGE: Embracing the hate versus contributing to it seems like the only way to keep the peace.
“But is peace worth it? Just because you keep the peace only means it opens the door for others to be bullied by the same people that claim they care about others. The difference between you and them is that you do care about others, you do consider other people’s feelings, and above all else, you’re not a fake person simping to a wrestling community. There will always be another target, and you’ve ALLOWED that to happen.
Chris expresses a shocked face upon hearing what’s been said as both his eyes widen.
“Ah, it seems I’ve hit a nerve. Allow me to explain, when you buried it you buried your balls with it.”
CHRIS PAGE: Wait just a minute…
“Hold on, let me finish.”
Chris starts getting flustered and impatient.
“I understand hearing things like this isn’t going to sit well with you, and sometimes the truth hurts. You’ve grown soft over the last year or so after dominating an industry for well over a year. There wasn’t a federation that didn’t call you to promote their company on your name; they all used you for what could better themselves only to toss you in the trash the moment you stood up for what was right. When you buried it, you buried everything.”
Chris starts gritting his teeth...
CHRIS PAGE: You forgot to mention I made a shitload of money off them all, you forgot to mention that I dominated every federation and superseded whatever “top story” they had to go on. I did that, nobody else. I didn’t need to fuel myself with hate. If I am so terrible, if I am so overrated as the kids like to say then why did I go UNBEATEN in Fight NYC back when it was the “cool place” to be? Why did I win not one but TWO World Titles and still hold one of them to this day? You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t buy into losing my edge because I buried something so horrific so deep in the ground that it will never see the light of day again. Hmm?
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I didn’t have to embrace the hate to continue being a force in Professional Wrestling. I realized that I didn’t HAVE to be everywhere to continue being successful, I did that just to prove to everyone that claims they can cut a schedule what a REAL star’s schedule looks like. It’s one thing to cosplay as professional wrestlers, it’s one thing to take bookings all over the world, multiple shows a day at times, it’s EASY to make the towns… it’s hard to leave victorious ninety-five percent of the time.
Justin, you’re probably sitting there shitting your pants about right now, rightfully so. I would be too if I knew what I was walking into come War Games. It’s already been established that you can’t beat Page… What makes you think you’re going to take me? I’m genuinely curious because you’re the guy that overpromises and underdelivers, you’re the guy that writes an awful lot of checks that your ass can’t cash, you’re a laughing stock amongst an entire industry and it’s all because YOU did it to yourself.
The truth is you NEED this.
The truth is you have nowhere to go and you fell back on Chris Page because you saw an easy opportunity to get some shine back on your name… that is if you bother to show up. You tend to do a lot of talking on Twitter with less backing up between the ropes where it matters, and that’s a you problem that I’m going to further reiterate one more time for all of those out there that have missed your failures of 2023 thus far.
“It sounds like you’re trying to justify versus accept. Nobody is saying that you didn’t do it better than anyone else, because clearly you did or else people wouldn’t be trying to do it today. You’re a trailblazer, and arguably one of the greatest of all time… but even you know that when push comes to shove that you’ve gotten soft.”
CHRIS PAGE: No I haven’t.
“Yes, yes you have. If you need further proof, then I’m going to point out that you did NOTHING when Justin York left you laying in a pool of your blood… nothing.”
CHRIS PAGE: Well that’s because…
Chris is cut off.
“Here you go again with the excuses.”
CHRIS PAGE: But you didn’t let me finish.
“I didn’t have too to know exactly what yellow brick road you were going to be stepping on. Face it, you’re a shell of what you once were regardless of what pieces of hardware you tout or not. You allowed someone to walk into YOUR house and punk you out on YOUR show without so much of putting up a fight. YOU allowed him to use your name to promote himself yet again like you didn’t learn your lesson the first time around!”
Chris starts to get tense as he attempts to intervene.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s not…
“True? It’s one hundred percent true. I’m ashamed of the man that’s sitting before me…”
CHRIS PAGE: The man that’s sitting in front of you is the same man that’s won twenty World Titles in the span of my career, and if you or anyone else thinks that I can’t handle a little ankle bitter like York you’re delusional and maybe you should be sitting here and I should be sitting there.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to swap seats because that would mean that yet again, you’d be able to deflect your problems and issues versus answering them head-on.”
CHRIS PAGE: If that’s what you need to tell yourself.
Justin, you get to play in my world now; a world filled with heartache and pain for you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you refer to me as a Painmaker? Does it look like I am on TBS? I told you who I was and you screwed that up too! You can call The Beast, and I’m the only Beast that matters in the land of the WGWF. You should probably pay better attention to the finer details if you expect to be taken seriously. I understand that you have a hard time, or “don’t care” about pronouncing my name correctly, and while you might have some trouble with it now you won’t come to the close of what I’ll call a barbaric war that is going to unfold.
Charlotte, North Carolina isn’t going to be the same let alone you.
I’m going to introduce you to levels of pain that operate on a different stratosphere because I can, and you certainly can’t stop me.
“I’m not the one that’s trying to convince or tell myself anything that isn’t true. Chris, you’ve been seeing me for YEARS, and the one thing that hasn’t ever changed with any of our meetings revolves around you hiding from the truth.”
Chris finally blows his cool as he exclaims.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is that this is a waste of time! I’ve not gotten anywhere with you. I thought you are supposed to be helpful.
“I’ve been more than helpful every time you’ve come to see me.”
CHRIS PAGE: Trying to cause me to lose my temper is the LAST thing I consider helping.
I’m counting the seconds, Justin. Are you? Don’t get me wrong, there is no denying that in some capacity you’ve got some skill between the ropes. You’re delusional optimism when it comes to winning is something that needs some serious work, it’s not like it’s a huge shock when everything about you is as generic as it comes.
How many professional wrestlers own casinos?
How many professional wrestlers flaunt their wealth?
Chris has spent more money on spilled liquor than you’ve made in a lifetime, and yet do you see him running around spouting out for all to see when it comes to his wealth? Fuck, when was the last time Chris even promoted the WGWF shows on his personal Twitter account? Next to never. Why? Because when you’re something special, or you have something special you don’t have to throw it in everyone’s face because word of mouth will do all the talking for you.
… take a look around if you need further proof.
It makes me question why you’re the same broken record that you were when you and Chris first linked up. Are you incapable of evolving? Do you not see that you’ve done more damage to yourself than anyone else ever could? It’s going to be a long night for you in Charlotte, unlike Chris, I’m going to be taking my time, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.
“What do you call Justin York? Is that not helping?”
Chris rolls his eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: More like catering to a charity case.
“Oh really.”
CHRIS PAGE: You gave him what he wanted. I have nothing to prove to him that isn’t already in the record books. It’s like those fucks from Arcadia reaching out to me a while back to be an “influencer”. They need me, not the other way around.
“Tell me how you really feel.”
CHRIS PAGE: Fine, fuck it. There was a point in time when my name was splattered all over the fucking place. I never asked for that, and there was a point in time when the wrestling community supported me much like I supported it. What pisses me off is how hypocritical most people seem to be and can’t be adult like most of us. I don’t have to agree with someone else's views or opinions; I am capable of agreeing to disagree and moving on without referring to someone as a “dick bag” or drawing imaginary lines in sands that don’t exist.
“Ah ha!”
CHRIS PAGE: What?
“There it is.”
CHRIS PAGE: Here we go.
“Don’t get pissy with me because I’m pointing out the obvious. You can’t stand that at one point in time, you WERE the hottest thing, and now you’ve been reduced to silence. Which only supports my initial claims that you have gone soft.”
CHRIS PAGE: You are so full of shit.
“Am I?”
I’m curious about what kind of toys I want to bring to play with. Tables, Ladders, or Chairs seem like they’re on the playschool level. Razor Wire, light tubes, glass tables, and C-4 explosives are certainly more appealing. I know that the world will be praising me when I carve off parts of your flesh and force-feed it down your throat before hurling a light tube through your body like it was a fucking Javelin and I’m an Olympic athlete.
… but all that would just be way too easy.
Maybe I wrap your body in razor wire and watch you struggle like a fish out of water and in the process causing those razors to slice deeper into your body, perhaps severing an artery! Who knows! Can you imagine the fun I’m going to have? I could drop a cinderblock on your dick for shits and giggles… the possibilities are endless.
CHRIS PAGE: Isn’t that what I said?
“Chris, you and I both know that one of us is lying and the other one is looking at Chris Page. It’s okay, that’s why I am here for you now. I am your way out. We both know it. Why don’t you do us both a favor and just step to the side? I’ve been waiting to be unleashed for some time and I can really sink my teeth into this one.”
….
“Chris?”
“Chris?”
The sounds of fingers snapping in front of Chris’s eyes can be heard before everything snaps into focus. Chris snaps out of it.
CHRIS PAGE: Yes?
Chris glances over at an older man in business casual attire who is sitting across from Chris with a notepad in his lap and a pen in his hand.
“You’ve been sitting in silence for the last several minutes. It was like one minute you were here and the next minute you were gone.”
CHRIS PAGE: I... I don’t know, doctor.
“Where did your mind go?”
CHRIS PAGE: It unlocked a door that should have stayed locked.
Chris cracks the knuckles of each hand.
“What door?”
CHRIS PAGE: Doctor Kemp…
Chris gets off the couch.
CHRIS PAGE: I think it’s about time you and I had a real chat.
The camera pans back revealing Chris’s psychologist's office. Chris walks across the office toward the cracked door about four inches.
“I don’t understand, Chris. What have we been doing if we haven’t been talking?”
CHRIS PAGE: That’s a really good question.
Chris closes the door. The camera starts to pan back from the outside when the sounds of a man screaming as he is thrown about. The commotion lasts for what seems like a solid sixty seconds before everything goes quiet.
Deadly.
Quiet.
The handle of the door starts to rattle before slowly cracking open, creaking audibly. The door opens and seen walking out of the office…
The inner Beast of Chris Page stands before us as he takes a large sniff of the air.
“Smells like fear.”
It cracks an evil smirk while gazing directly at you.
“One, two…”
It takes two small dance steps forward on the count.
“I’m coming for you.”
“Three, four…”
Two more side steps.
“You can’t lock your doors.”
One side steps back to the right.
“Five, six…”
Two side steps to the right.
“Fuck your crucifix.”
An air pelvic thrust.
“Seven, eight…”
Two bunny hops forward.
“I’ll keep you awake.”
It drops to one knee.
“Nine, ten…”
It methodically then states.
“Your pain… begins.”
It winks as we cut....
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Justin, I have no doubts that you are full so full of shit those peepers are turning brown, I’m positive that you're going to continue to believe your own hype while bringing nothing tangible to the table. Over the year Page won number 19 and 20 when it comes to World Titles… How many have you won? How many of these high-profile feuds have you come up short on? The answer to the latter is a majority. It’s just a shame that this isn’t the IIW because that seems to be the only place that Just York means anything other than lower card status. You’ve walked into the wrong lion’s den looking to pick a fight with the wrong lion because this apex predator already has the taste of blood and has a thirst that needs to be quenched. I’m not quite sure that you truly know what you’re getting yourself into.
Chris cared about you.
I do not.
The only thing that matters is making sure I send you back to the Great White North in a pine box so that I can do the wrestling world the biggest favor anyone could have asked for. Have you started to get your affairs in order? Is your Last Will and Testament written and notarized? Can you think of any other personal affairs that you need to get taken care of? Now is the time because in just a little over a week, the sands in your hourglass officially run out… and I’d hate for that skank you call a wife to go without because her old man was equally as useless in putting the personal business together as he is inside the ring.
I want to remind you that I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t go looking for you.
I didn’t remember who you were because our time together was that insignificant to me.
Chris, that might be a horse of a different color because I don’t speak for him. What I do know is that I do need to offer my thanks. Only an idiot brings a knife to a gunfight, so I want to thank you for being dumb enough to wake me up, for being foolish enough to believe deep down in your heart of hearts that YOU are better than Chris… and a hearty thank you for making the planning of your very public execution that much easier. You’re certainly not the sharpest knife in the drawer but have no fear… your flesh will serve as a proper sharpener. Only time will tell how much blood I allow you to leave with. I’m going to drag you to the deepest waters imaginable, tie some blocks around those ankles, and hurl you into the water as I count the seconds before I lose sight.
Something I want to bring to your attention.
We’ve established that you’ve been in the ring with Chris, we’ve established that he brought you under his wing before you tried to bite the hand that feeds you. I say that to say it’s a pretty safe assessment by saying that you are VERY familiar with Chris and how he operates. You don’t have the first clue what you're walking into with me. I’m the last person you’ll see when your world starts to go fuzzy as the weight of the lids of your eyes starts getting heavy. You’ll see me; not your wife, not your parents, not one of the select few that care about you. You’ll be looking at me, and it’s going to be that moment that you realize your eyes are getting heavy because you’re tired.
… they’re heavy because I just put a Spear through your heart.
What’s to stop me?
It is Non-Sanctioned.