The scene fades in and we find ourselves outside of a plain looking 2 story Spanish style house; it was painted off white in color with a clay tile roof. The whole entire yard was devoid of grass, but instead had small brown river rocks, where the grass should have been; the only sight of green were the palm trees scattered around the property; which was about the only thing beside cactus that can live in the dry Las Vegas environment without spending a fortune on a water bill. A black SUV pulled up into the driveway, inside we see the Pages; Candice “VooDoo” Page had a smile on her face, while Chris Page had a look of confusion on his. Just as soon as Chris put the SUV in park, VooDoo sprung out the passenger side and visually took in the house and yard; Chris still hadn’t got out of the SUV. He knew this had to be a joke. VooDoo had tweeted about buying another house in Las Vegas, but surely this plain jane of a house was not it. He could see his wife’s lips moving and he chuckled quietly as he wondered how long she would talk before she realized he hadn’t got out with her.CHRIS PAGE: She’s gonna be mad and tilt that head, put those hands on her hips and tap that foot.
No sooner than the words left his mouth, VooDoo looked beside her at the empty space where she assumed her husband would be and sure enough, her head tilted to the side as she sighed and she put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.CANDICE PAGE: Chris! Will you please join me?
CHRIS PAGE: I don’t know, Babe, you seem to be angry.
He knew she couldn’t see the corners of his lips turned up in a smile from over there and he was glad of it. Almost like you’d
try to beat my ass.
CANDICE PAGE: If you don’t join me, I
will beat your ass.
She shook her head. Is this what it’s like being Mia? If so, it’s not a wonder she can’t get any business up and running beside her legs.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m hurt, implying that I’m like JMont.
Chris chuckled a little bit as he got out of the SUV and crunched his way across the small brown stones to where his wife stood. He looked around, still not seeing the appeal of it to her. This can’t be the house you were talking about on twitter?
CANDICE PAGE: And why not?
CHRIS PAGE: Because every house that you have would swallow this one whole and it’s missing an immaculately kept yard.
He looked around at the neighboring houses and businesses. These walls aren’t tall enough and your nearest neighbor isn’t a mile away.
CANDICE PAGE: I’ve got the lawyers putting out inquiries with the 3 houses, nothing I can do about the business, I mean I could, but they are state owned buildings and just a whole headache I’d rather not deal with.
CHRIS PAGE: Jesus, you’ve already been thinking that?
He asked her as she just smiled. I am still trying to figure out why? We already have a house and an apartment at the casino.
He looked around. And this is nothing like something you would remotely like, Ms Modern Contemporary with a hint of Victorian. Are you building a mini compound in Las Vegas?
CANDICE PAGE: No, nothing like that, but points for knowing what type of house I like, love.
VooDoo said with a smile and then looked at the house; he was so right, this was so nothing like the type of house she would live in, but that’s not the reason why she bought it. I know, the house looks horrible on the outside, but wait until you see the… inside.
VooDoo took him by the hand and instead of leading him to the house, she led him across the side yard to a small building that matched the color of the house, roof and all. She smiled as she punched in a number to the keypad and opened the door and as soon as they stepped inside the walkway down twenty-three feet to another door lit up.CHRIS PAGE: You know, Candice, I’ve watched enough horror movies to know this is how many men are led to their deaths, following some hot chick into a cave hoping they’ll get lucky.
CANDICE PAGE: Yolo, Mr. Page.
VooDoo teased him and wiggled her eyebrows up and down a little as she walked backwards for a few seconds before turning back around and making her way down to another door.CHRIS PAGE: Yolo.
He said as he followed the hot chick down in the “cave”. At the second door VooDoo put in another code and she was already smirking as she walked through; Chris followed her and as soon as he stepped out and found himself standing next to a swimming pool, he burst out laughing. Jesus Christ, Candice, what in the 1970s is going on here?
Welcome to the Velvet Rabbit Underground. Three bedrooms, three baths, two bars and a stripper pole. The perfect place for a Velvet Rabbit Party.
VooDoo continued walking around the pool to a giant “rock”’ by one of the sliding glass doors and popped the lid to the rock open to reveal a barbecue grill, she smiled a huge cheesy grin and clapped her hands together lightly as Chris tapped on one of the concrete tree trunks painted like wood before reaching up and touching some of the fake silk leaves... You know me..I am always looking for things to further expand the brand. She smiled again. Well, a few days ago, an ad came across my twitter feed, it was a house for sale. This house… for sale. The pictures alone were enough to have me calling asap.
They continued into the house, the first room they stepped into the main living room and walked around a bit until Page stopped in front of two chairs shaped like giant leopard high heel shoes. He couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile. CHRIS PAGE: Are you sure you didn’t decorate this house yourself?
CANDICE PAGE: Nope, wasn’t me. It was sold as is.
She chuckles. I fell in love with it. It looks like I bought the Playboy mansion off Wish or some shit.
CHRIS PAGE: It looks like a 70s porn video could have been shot here.
CANDICE PAGE: Because it was built in the 70s, you remember them, don’t you?
She gives her husband, who was a little older than her, a wink as they continue through the house and out another sliding door to a fake grass area with a bunch of tables and chairs and a painted mural of a wooded area with a creek running through it. The guy who built it just knew Russian missiles from Cuba were being launched, so he built an underground bunker; he and his wife lived here and actually threw swinger parties.
CHRIS PAGE: Man, if these walls could talk, they probably tell some stories that’d make us blush.
CANDICE PAGE: And in my business, you know that’s hard to do with me.
CHRIS PAGE: So you’re going to host swinger parties?
CANDICE PAGE: What they do is their business. The Rabbit’s just catering and hosting it and we’ll have two security guards, one down here and one up there to make sure their business doesn’t have to become MY business. Of course, install cameras.
Chris grabbed VooDoo by the hand and pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.CHRIS PAGE: You.. my dear.. Never cease to amaze me.
He leaned down and kissed her. Never met a woman in this business that’s as serious as building a brand like you.
CANDICE PAGE: You’ve seen my kids’ credit card bills.
CHRIS PAGE: Says the woman who put a cruise ship on mine.
He slapped her on the ass causing her to squeal.CANDICE PAGE: Hey, it was a riverboat, not a cruise ship.
She gave him an elbow to the ribs and slipped from his arms and made her way over to the stripper pole and gave a whirl around on it.CHRIS PAGE: Which you still haven’t given me all the details about.
CANDICE PAGE: Once I figure them out you’ll be the first to know. But right now, your wife is hungry and she wants a nice thick juicy steak
Chris stopped walking, held his hands arms straight out from his sides; he smiled and looked down at his crotch; causing VooDoo to smile and shake her head.CANDICE PAGE: Only if you’re a good boy and get your wife a steak.
She teased.CHRIS PAGE: I’m gonna be the best boy.
VooDoo and Chris made their way back over to the door leading back to the surface, VooDoo chattering on about her plans for the Velvet Rabbit Underground, while Chris pulled out his cell and made a quick call to the Rabbit and put an order in for two of the biggest steaks smothered in that “herbal” butter to go. And within the next 30 mins, the Pages were at home and made quick work of the steaks as they dined on the pool deck of their Las Vegas estate with an amazing view of the sun setting behind the mountain range off in the distance. Chris pulls out a blunt and fires it up. He takes a deep pull, inhaling before blowing smoke toward the lens of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Do you ever wonder why people despise you, Joe? It has nothing to do with your desperate attempts to be “hated”, nothing to do with your lack of in-ring ability, and nothing to do with your attitude like the world owes you something. You’re hated by the masses because you don’t know how to reinvent yourself if your life depended on it. You’re out here calling the same plays from the mid-2000s, and you wonder why things typically don’t work out for you. It’s the definition of insanity at its core. That’s okay because we’re about tired of it and now we’re going to do something about it. The DPI is right around the corner, and considering the lack of respect you’ve shown Candice, considering how you’ve gone out of your way to disrespect her position within the WGWF, and YOU pulled Mia in the mix because you saw first-hand the shit you were trying to pull just wasn’t working out. You’ve framed this in a way that makes me shake my head because the village idiot could have done a better job, and yet here we are. It’s fantastic that it took you two years to finally get a win over yours truly, but to hear you talk about it and NOT point out that you pulled one over on me with four other people is a little suspect; wouldn’t you think?
Chris rolls his eyes.CHRIS PAGE: Oh yeah, that’s right… it’s the J Mont show. Thankfully we are coming to cancel it.
Candice nods her head as Chris takes a pull and passes her the blunt. Chris exhales as he continues.CHRIS PAGE: Now, over the last several months you’ve been personally responsible for driving the wedge between Mia and Candice by exploiting your family like you’ve done since the day you’ve laced a pair of boots. Baby G, the little innocent shit that will despise you in about fifteen or so years when she can look back on the shitbag that her father was. How does it feel knowing that a guy who claims to be such a family man will be exposed as nothing more than little dick energy? No wonder Mia fell for you while working the pole at the Rabbit. Hell, she saw a mark and rode that wave to the wedding aisle. Side note- if she wore white that would be a bigger lie than J Mont being a legitimate Main Event talent. Need further proof? Didn’t you just have an opportunity to claim the TPW International Title? What happened? You got beat by a dude that hangs out in the lower threshold because he can’t hang with the big boys at the top of the food chain, and a dude that I’ve smacked around, beaten, and who STILL calls my name. After all, he can’t handle being a talentless chode that’s better suited to trying to trick females into auto-erotica. You both are pathetic losers that I can read the riot act on if I so choose to, run and ask Stratford if I fuck out or if I drop receipts that will change the landscape of how you are viewed. The days of protecting the shitbags of the world have come and gone. Maybe Mia IS more up his alley than yours considering they’re both a couple of cheap whores latching onto anything that gives you some sort of notoriety.
Candice exhales smoke before she chimes in. CANDICE PAGE: Oh Mia, Mia, Mia… now why would you run around and stick your nose in the business of our husbands? We were good until you pulled that stunt at Last Chance. You could have sat your ass at ringside thinking about working someone else’s pole because dealing with that two-pump chump of yours must be pretty boring.
Candice takes a hit off the blunt and passes it back to Chris.CANDICE PAGE: J Mont has elected to disrespect me for the last time, and now that the playing field is level I’d imagine that this ends the way any match ends involving J Mont where he doesn’t have help and is forced to rely on his lack of talent…
Chris leans toward the camera stating. CHRIS PAGE: Defeat.
Chris and Candice chuckle under their breath. CANDICE PAGE: We hope that you’re both happy with yourselves because while this has been all fun and games for each of you it’s now our turn. J Mont, you can’t give me another ultimatum- and since you love to tout your Empire Room status, well… Poof, it’s gone. I’d hate to show Mia what you get into when she isn’t there. I have cameras everywhere.
Candice winks at the camera as Chris passes her the blunt. CHRIS PAGE: The harsh reality that you’re both about to face is something that you can pretend you’re prepared for, you can fool yourself into thinking that you stand a chance but when the smoke clears and the dust settles there’s going to be two people left standing… You’re looking at them. When I was asked about the DPI, I knew there is ONE person on the face of this planet that I can trust one thousand percent to have my back… My wife. Unlike yours, mine has been in the ring, mine has carved her legacy, mine has owned you solo on more than one instance, and my wife is the one who doesn’t jump unless provoked. You’ve poked the wrong bear in Candice, and you’ve not helped your situation by dragging Mia into it.
Chris simply shakes his head before he continues. CHRIS PAGE: It’s pretty sad when you sit back and think about it because of this entire situation Mia and G were innocent with their only faults being Mia being married to you and G being the seed of your loins. It’s just a shame you aren’t packing enough chromosomes to have produced a boy so in twenty years when he’s of age I could kick his ass just like I’ve done to yours EVERY time we’ve stepped in the ring. Unlike Last Chance, you don’t have the luxury of Sonya carrying you or your unfortunate ones saving your worthless ass.
Candice chimes in. CANDICE PAGE: Nah, not this time Mont. Mia, you talk a big game behind your husband, and if he’s training you then we already know failure is in your future. You couldn’t cut it on the pole and you certainly won’t cut it in the ring. I never asked to be brought into this, but I’ll damn sure play my part if it means keeping you at bay so that J Mont is forced to deal with the consequences of his own actions. You can stand by your man all you want but when you stand with J Mont then you’re standing on the wrong side of the fence. All he had to do was stick to his show… his ego wouldn’t allow it. He tried to use me like he’s used everyone who could benefit from his own selfish motives. His biggest claim to fame is fucking another man’s wife, what’s that truly say about him and the company he keeps?
CHRIS PAGE: Babe, there’s no getting through to idiots and you can’t help the helpless… but what we can do is leave a very loud, lasting impression come the DPI in Las Vegas, Nevada. I have headlined Night Two and Three of the first DPI, I’ve headlined the second DPI, I’ve won the Denzel Porter Invitational without breaking a sweat, and now come the DPI Three I don’t have to go it alone. If I’ve skull fucked this entire industry solo imagine the damage that WE are going to do… together.
Candice hits the blunt and passes it back to Chris. She exhales her smoke before gazing into the lens of the camera as she states. CANDICE PAGE: This isn’t going to be a wrestling match.
Candice gives a seductive smirk. CANDICE PAGE: It’s going to be a bloodbath.
Candice winks at the camera while Chris blows smoke rings into the air. The sun starts to set behind the mountain range in the distance. CHRIS PAGE: J Mont, you’ve tried to make this personal… you failed. You tried to take me out… you failed. You tried to embarrass me… you failed. To me, you’re nothing more than a dude who pissed his pants on national television.
Candice starts laughing under her breath at the mere reminder of J Mont’s accident. CHRIS PAGE: I want you to remember something, little pig. I want you to remember that you are the man responsible for what happens next. You’re going to learn your role, you’re going to fall in line just like everyone else when they think they can get in the ring and box with God. There’s a reason why my name continues to be spoken by the clout chasers of our industry and I don’t have to do a thing but subtweet you. There’s a reason why I can walk into a room and everyone’s head turns in my direction. There’s a reason, Mont, why I am now… and always will be… simply… better… than… you.
Chris lets out a deep sigh.CHRIS PAGE: Oh, and Mia… before I forget, whenever you are done laying the dogs I think Candice has kept the pole down in Pandora's Box reserved for you because the filth always stays underground.
Candice looked over to her husband.CANDICE PAGE: Speaking of poles… don’t you have one to give me?
CHRIS PAGE: Oh, indeed I do.
Candice looked into the camera and flashed a wicked little smile, as the scene slowly fades to black.