Little pig, little pig... let me in.
Jan 24, 2024 6:54:43 GMT -5
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Post by Chris Page on Jan 24, 2024 6:54:43 GMT -5
Little pig, little pig… Let. Me. In.
I’ve been thinking hard about how I plan on addressing this entire situation, and mostly I’ve sat back and allowed you to flap your gums like a two-dollar whore on the Las Vegas Strip yet with push comes to shove you tend to eat your words more than you throw them. It’s nothing short of amusing to watch you try and work because you’d think at some point in your career you might have grown as a performer and a talent but you continue to make the same mistakes time after time after time again. I mean, I could spend the next few minutes telling you exactly what route you’re going to take with me but considering I’ve seen this out of you with EVERY person you’ve gotten in the ring with it’s become rather bland.
You are the biggest man on the block… on social media.
Yet you’re the worst when it comes to getting to the top and staying at the top unless it’s a popularity contest; in which case you’ll crack the top four, unfortunately for you little man this isn’t a popularity contest you’re walking into in just a few short days… Not by a long shot. Your levels of disrespect for my wife have reached an all-time high and now you must reap everything that you’ve sown over the last several months. Never in my life have I seen someone who truly believes the world of professional wrestling revolves around them; and coming from me that’s saying a lot since my ego is the size of Texas.
You’ve done nothing but talk.
You’ve done nothing but bore us to tears in the sense of ratings, or how you draw them. Tell me something, for someone who is such a huge draw and is actively competing in several promotions why aren’t you holding any Championship gold? Oh wait, are we counting the TIA Title? Why are you so capable of winning a title only to lose it on your first defense? Why is it the great and powerful ratings draw can’t maintain a position on top? The survey says because you’re not as great as you want everyone to believe you to be. It’s little dick syndrome at its finest, and Mia knows a lot about that.
Your biggest problem is you try too hard.
You try so hard to be hated it makes me wonder what was so terrible in your childhood or how deep is your psychological issues. Who scorned you into the attention whore that you’ve become? Were you picked on as a kid? Get bullied? Hmmm? People just don’t stoop to the levels you’ve stooped to without cause or reason. I’m not going to pretend to be your psychologist, I’m not going front like I give a flying fuck if you live or die because I don’t. The WGWF is MY house, and when you think that you’re bigger than me in MY house you’re going to be humbled, and you’re going to be embarrassed kinda like you were when you spouted off being a Network Executive yet our program is self-funded and NOT on a network! Surely you’re not seriously this stupid; don’t answer that.
No person is bigger than the WGWF as a whole.
No one is going to disrespect the General Managers that I have trusted to run their brands, or you deal with me. Candice asked you to stay away from Monday Night Brawl but you continued to slap her in the face at every turn, and yet you and Mia expected her to show up for that shotgun wedding? Which side note, I haven’t seen ANYONE talking about going. Probably looked like a bomb scare. If your side chick, I mean wife, was that hurt by Candice then perhaps she should be looking in your direction because actions do have consequences while those consequences have repercussions.
… I’m yours.
Face it, kid, I’m buried you every step of the way while speaking three paragraphs of dialog while you eat up thirty minutes of airtime to say absolutely nothing. Fuck, I wish I was that desperate. You have always and will always be second fiddle; it was that way with CCPE, it was that way with Sonya, and it’s that way now with TFO because without Enigma the credibility of the entire fucking faction is non-existent. You’re not the leader you envision yourself as. You’re the biggest follower I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s almost like a leach resting in the bottom of the deepest, darkest crevice just waiting for someone, anyone to latch onto and carry you to anything notable so you can pretend as you belong.
Well…
You don’t belong.
You never have.
Sometimes the truth hurts, doesn’t it? It’s that pain that will ultimately set you free. Over the last six weeks or so ONE person started a movement to oppose TFO. He asked several people to stand up with him and yet all I heard was crickets or excuses. You see the truth is everyone claims to want to get their hands dirty but only very few of us have the balls to go through with it. When it comes to me, brother I’m the last guy that you want to pick a fight with because not only am I going to fuck you up six ways from Sunday, not only am I going to rearrange your face but I’m also going to take your daughters daddy away from her. I’m going to do G a favor by removing the shittiest influence from her life so that she can grow up not dealing with the hate and hostility carrying around the baggage her deadbeat dad created for her for no other reason than because he is a shit human being that has mommy and daddy issues he never sorted through.
Hell, I’m making our future a better place already.
I find it utterly hysterical that you puff your chest out and talk about what you’re going to do to me like you haven’t had the opportunity before. Do you remember how that one played for you? Or did I knock what sense you had left out of you in the process when locked inside Hell in a Cell? I mean I didn’t just beat you, I took you straight to the head like a line of coke off a stripper's ass in the Empire Room. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! But to hear you talk you’re going to just run right over me like I’m not one of the best to lace a pair of boots and who has run circles around damn near EVERYONE over the last three years including you so you must excuse me if I ask the logical questions; if you couldn’t get it done inside Hell in a Cell against me what makes you think you’re going to do it when it’s No Holds Bared at Last Chance, hmm? I mean, it’s not like you’ve gotten any better since Grand Awakening as you’ve complied loss after loss after loss, and it’s not like you can fight me toe to toe and blow for blow. I’ve been fortunate enough to take some of your best shots and yet here I stand without so much as a scratch on me. Now why is that? Why couldn’t you leave some lasting impression above being nothing more than an afterthought? Jesus it must suck being you.
All of your talk.
All of your self-hype.
All of the little dick energy you present on a daily does absolutely nothing but further, insert your foot into your mouth. I’m going to do the world a favor, I’m going to do the WGWF a favor by shedding your blood and making you my bitch… again… only this time we’re not going to be confined to Cell and I can utilize the entire arena as my instrument of your self-destruction. It’s cute to watch you think you’ve got things under control, it’s mindblowing that you’re still under this impression that you’re not that sheep that’s being led to slaughter. See, I know you won’t be coming alone. You never do… and all this time why your Fortunate Ones have decreased in numbers, all this time you’ve done nothing but stay stagnant there has been a movement going on behind the scenes, and I don’t have any problems in being the man to tell you that WHEN your minions show their faces WE have a huge surprise for you. It’s okay, tell me I’m bluffing and I’ll show you your future.
How does it feel to be a second-rate Benson, anyway?
I bet you didn’t see that one coming, and frankly who better to count your shoulders down than the one person you WISH you could be? Sonya draws heat without trying, while you are that Dollar General knock-off that tries too hard to compete with the major brands… and yes, Dollar General because Great Value is better than your attempts. Rumor has it Sonya has a tape that could end that marriage of yours, and I’d hate to see that happen. I’d hate it so much that I will ALLOW Sonya to show it to the world if she chooses to. I’ve seen it, and two-pump chump gives you too much credit, needledick. No wonder you overcompensate everywhere else, it doesn’t have to do with a shitty childhood and everything to do with a micropenis that’s hanging between those legs. I’m quite shocked when you dropped your shorts that she didn’t laugh at you because lord knows everyone else will too, but at least people might forget about you pissing your pants.
I have a question for you.
Did you ever figure out that the Wendy’s girl is Wendy? Probably not.
You can lie to yourself for only so long before even you begin to doubt. It’s very fitting that the name of this event is Last Chance because from where I’m sitting if The Fortunate One’s don’t come out of this with wins across the board I think it will be safe to say that off of you have failed yourselves. You can see it all playing out in front of your eyes when you approached Lux trying to butter him up like he can’t see through your bullshit just like everyone else. What’s the matter? Do you not trust that two flunkies involved can’t get the job done? I mean all they have to do in the first phase is escape the asylum, oh wait… you want to have a backup plan for when they choke… again. At least investing in Lux is worth some time and effort but what does that say to Clyde and Amber, hmmm? How much longer do you think you can hold the wool over their eyes before they finally wake up and realize that they’ve drunk the wrong Kool-aid? Better question, how much longer is Enigma going to sit back before he’s had enough of this nonsense and stops allowing you to taint his run as the inaugural Smash Champion? I mean, if you’re trying to play chess against a master of the game you’re doing a pretty shitty job because you’ve been in checkmate since you opened your mouth.
I am going to rid you of your existence.
I’m going to show you one more time that you are beneath me.
… and in the process, you’re going to continue your run of losses in big-match environments.
It’s just who you are.
It’s who you’ve always been.
… and it’s who you’ll always be.
So go ahead, run your mouth, and spew your bullshit because none of it phases me. It never has because when I look at you all I see is an insecure little boy who is desperately trying to fool everyone into thinking that you’re a man. I am your wake-up call. I am your reality, and now you must accept the fact that when you mess with the best you will no doubt die like the rest. I’m the one guy that people fear, I’m the one element that is not controllable within any situation, and I’m the one guy that truly gives zero fucks about anything other than myself, my wife, and my federation. Last time I checked, you aren’t any of those things. Your fun and games have been leading to Last Chance… my fun and games start at Last Chance.
Just for argument's sake and to show the nature of your predictability.
Family reference.
Sports reference
Pop Culture reference
Below Average shit talk
Proclaiming victory.
Toutung past accomplishments
A zebra doesn’t change his stripes, and you can’t a promo to save your life. Face it, kid. You’re fucked.
Chris sat deep in thought at an undisclosed set as he was intently thinking about putting words together to answer the question that had just been asked. Chris found himself closing his eyes and allowing visions of himself with a barbed wire baseball bat in his hand as he punctured the flesh of Joe Montuori. Joe’s blood flows like a faucet mixed with the sounds of his screams of agony and pain. Suddenly there’s a flash and Chris has both hands wrapped around Joe’s throat as he squeezes the life out of him. Chris gazes deep into Joe’s eyes as we see Joe struggle as he feverishly tries to break Chris’s grip. The life in Joe’s pupils begins to fade when there is another flash to find Chris driving Joe in the center of the ring with a Page Plant.
“Chris.”
Chris sees himself biting at the flesh of J Mont’s open wound. Another flash and we find Chris standing over Joe Montuori where he wipes Joe’s blood across his chest like a badge of honor.
“Mr. Page?”
Chris’s eyes remained closed as Sonya Benson slid into position making a three count on a bloody and broken Joe Montuori.
“CHRIS!”
Chris snaps out of his trance and opens his eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m sorry, what was the question?”
“With Last Chance right around the corner are there any closing words you have for Joe Montuori?
Chris doesn’t say a word. He sits and looks intently at the person off-camera and can’t help but..
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
Chris chuckles under his breath.
CHRIS PAGE: You want some last words? A sound byte perhaps? Try this on for size.”
Chris pivots his undivided attention toward the lens of the camera as he intently peers through it with his cold blue eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: Little pig, little pig… I’m… al-ready… in.”
Chris winks at the camera as it fades to black.