Post by Chris Page on Aug 30, 2024 17:54:38 GMT -5
Present Time:
“My fellow WGWF’ers…”
The scene opens as Chris Page is shown standing behind a podium with a presidential seal on the camera side and the WGWF logo centered on the seal. We can see traffic behind him.. Chris sports a navy blue suit with a matching blue tie and a bullhorn pointed at something unknown.
CHRIS PAGE: We are on the cusp of dark times spearheaded by one John Cable. Now, John will have you believe that he is the greatest thing since sliced bread but the truth about Mr. Cable is that he is everything BUT that. As you’ve seen over the last several weeks every time this dumb goof has opened his mouth I’ve been right there to shut it, and instead of battling me verbally, he’s elected to run away with his tail between his legs more often than not. I’ve got a New Flash for Mr. Cable and everyone else in the WGWF… He can’t run come Monday Night Smash.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: John, just because you won the Intercontinental Title at Summer Madness doesn’t make you credible. I mean, if I play the slot machines at any casino eventually I’m going to win something, look at how many opportunities you squandered just to get the one that makes you feel accomplished when we all know you’ll lose it the moment you defend it. It’s par the course when it comes to you, but back to how many chances since relaunch alone have you had to secure a title? Wait a second, titles don’t mean anything to you… right? That’s not why you fight, right? I bet you brag about when you open your mouth spouting out nonsense this week. I’m going to need for you to make up your mind on what you believe and when you choose to believe it… Let’s take it a step further you didn’t even leave the event with the title itself. Does that make you a Champion? Nah, that makes you a bitch that won a title but lost self-respect.
Traffic starts to come to stand still just behind Chris with the occupants starting to lower their windows to hear what Chris is saying..
CHRIS PAGE: But what about losses to John? John owns several over me. This is true, and while I can EASILY discount those with a matter of a few words I’m going to let him have those so he can pump himself up and give himself more false hope so that when I leave him a shell of his former self it will be a little more sweeter for me. What I will tell you is what I’ve done SINCE then. While John was hiding from the industry doing anything and everything BUT wrestling I took it by storm. I’m the guy who toured nine companies at the same time and dismantled everyone who crossed my path, I was the trailblazer who made touring companies the cool thing to do, I spearheaded CCPE and dominated the industry only to dismantle it because we’d dominated for two years and we got bored. What have you done? Who have you beaten? How many dragons have you slayed? Zero. Why? Because without the WGWF you don’t have a sandbox to play in.
Chris intently gazes into the lens of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Interestingly, you question how I run my company while YOU compete in it. You’d think if I were that bad at running MY company YOU would take your ball and go home… but the truth is the WGWF isn’t as bad as you want me or the roster to believe, OR it is as bad as you profess but you know you got nowhere else to go. You won’t open your own company or try anything on your merrit because the likelihood of failure will be at an all-time high. Do yourself a favor and sit in your corner and shut the fuck up because WE are tired of YOU trying to make everything about YOU! Nobody gives a fuck about the New Breed Foundation, nobody cares about how many “security” members you have crammed up your ass, and there is a reason why you have SO many people around you. It’s because you can’t function without them. Period. Why? Because you’re one-dimensional. Much like the American people flushed that orange turd down the toilet in 2020 I fully plan on doing the same to you right here in 2024.
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Flashback 1 hour ago.
“Do you think your actions at Summer Madness will cost you supporters?”
Our scene opens on the CCP 2024 Tour Bus with Shaun Hart, chief of staff, sitting at a table while Chris is seated on a small couch reading through several documents.
CHRIS PAGE: If anything it should show the registered supporters that if you pick a fight with me you better be prepared to go to the deepest, darkest places you can fathom. Besides, nobody told Ragnarok, Edward, or even that talentless bitch Max Stone to call my name. The days of the inferior trying to use my name and my reputation to catapult them have come and gone.
SHAUN HART: I just want to make sure that we aren’t putting our backs against the wall. Our society today is way too soft.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m sure it will leave a sour taste in some people's mouths… but ask me if I care. I’ve put in the time to command a certain level of respect by tackling the bigger issues that most are afraid to touch. I stood up to the tribalists, to the gatekeepers, and to everyone who tries to control what others do. That’s one of the pieces of business that separates me from the other guy.
Shaun scoffs as he mentions the name.
SHAUN CABLE: John Cable.
Chris flips through the rest of the documents before signing off on them and handing them to Shaun.
CHRIS PAGE: Yeah, the guy that talks about how so many people are keeping his name in their mouths like he hasn’t made sure to plant it there. The guy is such a fucking fool but is smart enough not to debate me. You saw him run and hide just like everyone else did. You saw him try to make things personal with me by bringing my wife into the equation drawing him zero response and a shitload of laughter at his expense because that is a trope that is usually thrown into the mix when someone gets desperate. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Interestingly, you tried so hard to bring everything BUT the truth into the mix. How did mentioning Candice work? Did you get the reaction you wanted? Because I laughed, hard. You want the world to believe you are such a good guy that follows the rules and yet here you are showing just how much of a hypocrite you are. It would be one thing if it worked. Thankfully I got a wife that loves and appreciates me versus one that’s in a box six feet under.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m telling you Shaun, people lie to themselves so much that eventually they tend to believe it. It’s just like him projecting his homosexual tendencies by constantly trying to imply that J Mont and I have some kind of relationship outside of business. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous the lie is, John believes it. I mean, at this point I’m fucking my wife and playing with J Mont on the side if you ask him. I’ve tried to tell him that it’s 2024 and that he doesn’t have to live in the closet.
It’s okay John, open that closet door and take a step out.
CHRIS PAGE: But I think what takes the cake with that shitstain is just how he thinks everything starts and stops with him. He loves to bypass that HE started this with me and thus far everyone else that has said my name has ended up paying the piper. So will he. Embarrassing him is what is on the menu, and I have to admit… I’m pretty hungry.
Where is that line, John? I don’t see a lot of people lining up for you like they are for me. Why is that? I mean, you’re soooooo fucking good, right? Wrong. The greats can go to any other federation and rise to the top, the greats can handle the level of responsibility that comes with being a major champion, and the greats see the bigger picture in just about everything they do. You know, like me. See I understand why you called my name… because I’m the only guy that can bring you out of the sewer you’ve been stagnant in since this company relaunched.
SHAUN HART: Is there anything special we need before we make this last stop?
CHRIS PAGE: A bullhorn.
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Present Time:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I’ve got my fair share of supporters and I’ve got a lot of haters in the mix.”
Chris spouts out into the bullhorn as now a crowd as started to gather around him and behind him. The sounds of horns honking off in the distance is heard..
CHRIS PAGE: Unlike my opponent, I don’t need to pander to the new talents on the roster. I don’t need to be some creepy pervert who trolls young women like Lexi Gold, KC, Pax, or Emily Dawson. Let me ask you something, do you give them the candy before they get in the van? Never mind, don’t answer that, it’s self-incriminating and you tend to try and avoid that like the plague. John isn’t as good a guy as he wants you to believe. I remember when I first relaunched this company nearly two years ago he tried to provide security, tried to sit on the board of directors, and tried to imply that I didn’t have the money to handle the financial responsibility that comes with running a company. What proof do you have? Or am I just supposed to believe you? Aren’t you the same guy who didn’t know who the Television Champion was? Do you know now? Nobody asked John for anything and yet here he is spouting out about how he did so much. Bitch, what did you do? Nothing. I’ve done all the work and you don’t get to take credit for anything. Stop circle-jerking yourself.
Some boos and cheers reign out from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t boo me, he’s the dumb fuck that pretends to be the smartest guy in the room. You’d think he knows who the Champions are in the company he pretends to care sooooooo much about, and I say pretends to care about because his interests are as self-serving as they come. He can’t take the fact that in this business he’s never amounted to jack or shit in the bigger picture. He’s always the bridesmaid and never the bride. With the levels that he’s already stooped down to try and make things personal with me tells you just how far on that last leg he is standing on; oh yes. I have given you all my word that I will cleanse the world of that lying douche-cannoe and it’s a word that I will not let my fellow WGWF’ers down again!
A mixture of cheers and boos can be heard from a crowd that’s not seen.
CHRIS PAGE: I will give John a little bit of credit, the dude doesn’t know when to shut his mouth unless he’s talking to me. He’s going to pretend losing to me doesn’t bother him but deep down inside we know that it does. This isn’t 2013, John. My track record shows that I’m like a fine wine that only gets better with age while your track record shows you tend to write a lot of checks that you can seem to cash. Cram the notion that you are the front of any line up your ass. It’s funny to me that you suddenly want to give a crap about the WGWF when it suits you and your agenda. Well, allow me to say that your politics are about as lame as your in-ring game. You are the king of tropes while trying to point out the flaws in others, and the harsh reality is that isn’t anything more than your insecurities shining through like the brightest of lights. Stop embarrassing yourself. Just stop.
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Flashback- 1 hour ago.
Shaun Hart gets off his cell phone while on the tour bus and glances over at Chris Page who is watching back some of John Cable’s latest promos. Chris is nodding off out of sheer boredom.
SHAUN HART: Mr. Page.
Chris opens his eyes and takes the remote pausing the television.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m up.
SHAUN HART: I’ve got the bullhorn on site for your arrival.
CHRIS PAGE: Awesome.
Chris then asks.
CHRIS PAGE: How far away are we?
SHAUN HART: Well about that…
CHRIS PAGE: About what? I don’t like the sound of that.
SHAUN HART: We can’t seem to find the place.
Chris seems confused with the look on his face.
CHRIS PAGE: We can’t find the place? It’s supposed to be a big building downtown.
SHAUN HART: That’s just it, we’ve been traveling around everywhere and every major building downtown isn’t right. Are you sure this place exists? I can’t even find it on Google Maps.
CHRIS PAGE: Yes it exists, or I think it does.
Shaun lets out a deep sigh while he states.
SHAUN HART: I knew I should have checked ahead of time. Anything Cable has to say is usually an extension of disbelief.
CHRIS PAGE: Hell, he’ll probably bitch about the placement on the card when he’s lucky I didn’t put this shit on dark so he can save some face after he’s finished digesting my fist but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet so the world can bear witness to the public execution of a talentless hack who has trouble tying his shoes in the morning.
SHAUN HART: I can see him being that petty.
CHRIS PAGE: The Trump of Wrestling can’t wait to try and spin narratives.
SHAUN HART: That doesn’t help us find this place.
CHRIS PAGE: Well, you’re the chief of staff. Figure it out.
SHAUN HART: Gee thanks.
CHRIS PAGE: I doubt it even exists, I mean… it is something HE promotes. I mean, you’ve seen how he goes at J Mont for Make a Wish about how J Mont gets paid to make them when he allegedly runs an entire Foundation built on exploiting children and anything else if he can make a buck off the government, Hypocrites will always be hypocrites.
SHAUN HART: Well that bit him in the ass.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s just interesting how John can use and abuse any system and it’s okay, but the moment someone else does something similar they’re the bad guy. John prides himself on his wealth; mainly because he has nothing else. Money can’t buy you everything; it can’t buy you happiness nor can it buy you talent. He knows that all too well because he’s never been happy and he’s never had talent. The only reason John ever amounted to anything in the WGWF was because every time he made it to the top the roster was LIGHT as fuck! When it’s been packed with talent he tends to fall by the wayside. Look at the most recent two years for further proof, or better yet go back to 2012ish, but he prides himself on his failures. It’s weird.
SHAUN HART: What’s weird is we can find this stupid Foundation.
CHRIS PAGE: Look for a building firmly displaying Cable’s ugly mug. He’s so vain it has to be there.
SHAUN HART: That tracks. It’s almost like planting stories with Denzel Porter to get a little shine on his name while accusing everyone else under the stars without any proof.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s just what he does. It’s who he is. He loves to manipulate any situation he can. You’ve seen his record, it’s not like he’s doing a lot on his merit. He can’t even run the New Breed Foundation with a team of fuckwits that follow his lead. Glorified men and women kissing his ass and making him feel good. Pfft.
The bus starts to pull to a smooth stop.
SHAUN HART: Holy shit, it does exist.
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Present Time:
CHRIS PAGE: Rumor has it John has so much faith that he can beat me in 2024 that he is willing to put his career on the line.
Chris rolls his eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s the matter, John? Do you feel like you need to up the stakes to put even more pressure on your shoulders? I’m not sure why you think that’s such a great idea because ninety-nine percent of the time you brick, and this isn’t going to be that one percent… you just got that at Summer Madness. Your track record indicates that you’re one of those guys that will cram a firefly up your ass to see if you can make your farts glow! Here’s the deal, I would think that you know me well enough to know that I’m attracted to things of value… your wrestling career is anything but valuable, it’s not worth the tissue I wipe my ass with. Keep that shit because there isn’t anything that brings me more joy than watching you fail time after time after time after time.
Chris’s eyes shift as he looks past the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Oh what’s the matter, John? You won’t debate me and you tuck your tail every time I bitch smack you verbally to the degree that I’ve shown up on your front porch. We know you’re inside trembling in your boots because what stands before you is the REAL beast, the real big bad wolf that is huffing, puffing, and blowing you away every fucking day. You should thank me for everything I’ve done for you over the last several weeks because I single-handedly plucked you from nothing and made you into something. Essentially, I polished the WGWF’s turd when nobody else could.”
“Sir, you can’t be here. This is private property.”
The camera spins around revealing that Chris isn’t on some set because he is at The New Breed Foundation’s corporate office on the sidewalk outside the front doors. Shaun Hart smirks and steps in front of several members of the “Lockdown Security Force”.
SHAUN HART: The lack of intelligence from your employer has trickled down to you roided up nemrods… This is a public sidewalk, not private property. We are well within our rites to be here. Run along.
CHRIS PAGE: Go tell your boss that we aren’t going anywhere and if he would like for us to leave he could always bring his druppy ass down here and face me like a man versus sending the groupies to try and maintain his version of law and order. He can puff that chest out to people like you who are afraid of what he might do but to the rest of the world, we see him for the sham that he is. I doubt we even hear from that cuck for another week because the guy has zero time management skills.
The security team takes several steps toward Shaun and Chris while the crowd that’s gathered starts to back away giving plenty of space. Some cell phones are out recording what might happen next..
CHRIS PAGE: I’d be careful and tread lightly boys, take another step and I’ll assume that you’re trying to threaten or intimidate me. This is Florida, I can stand my ground. Are you sure you want to go down this road? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind laying you all down for no other reason than because I can and none of you are capable of stopping me. Just give me a reason. I beg you.
Both Chris and Shaun stare down the Lockdown Security force. The leader of the Brady Bunch takes a look at his team and all the cameras pointed at them from all over by random people on the sidewalk before they tuck their tails and head back inside the New Breed Foundation.
CHRIS PAGE: Take your little dick energy back to your boss. Tell him to grow a set and come deal with me. Remember, I didn’t pick this fight… but I will finish it.
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Now that the campaigning is out of the way let’s get to the end of this because I have already wasted enough time making John relevant. John, you can come out here and try to defend yourself but there isn’t a defense for ignorance or stupidity. You carry both in spades. I don’t give a shit about your inability to get laid, I don’t care why you lie like you do, and I honestly don’t give a fuck about you outside of making you look like the village idiot. On Monday Night Smash all the talk is going to end and you’re going to walk that aisle knowing that what awaits will be your downfall, again. Your problem is you live in the past. You use it to prop you up because here in the present you aren’t anything more than a choke artist… and for a guy who projects his homosexual tendencies on everyone else allow me to make one back.
You’re going to look awful funny sucking my dick with no teeth but you’ll enjoy it either way.
That harsh truth when it comes to John Cable is that he can’t stand not being the center of attention. Why else would he go out of his way to make sure he involves himself in everyone else’s business? It’s just a shame that people calling his name doesn’t translate into big business for him unless he’s standing in the ring opposite of me. I do pride myself on being able to make John credible even if for just one show; it’s just a shame that all of this nonsense from him is going to lead him down a path of obscurity.
Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to remind you first-hand live in front of the world on Monday Night Smash.
While I’ve enjoyed smacking you around and emasculating you while making you my bitch I’m going to leave you with something that I haven’t done in a while. I’m going to leave you with the harshest of realities that you need to look into because never have truer words been spoken. You want so desperately to be the good guy. You’ve put up a front for so long that exposing you now is so much more impactful. You want us all to believe that this is who you are…
But in reality, John… This is what we see.
Any questions?
Creeper.
“My fellow WGWF’ers…”
The scene opens as Chris Page is shown standing behind a podium with a presidential seal on the camera side and the WGWF logo centered on the seal. We can see traffic behind him.. Chris sports a navy blue suit with a matching blue tie and a bullhorn pointed at something unknown.
CHRIS PAGE: We are on the cusp of dark times spearheaded by one John Cable. Now, John will have you believe that he is the greatest thing since sliced bread but the truth about Mr. Cable is that he is everything BUT that. As you’ve seen over the last several weeks every time this dumb goof has opened his mouth I’ve been right there to shut it, and instead of battling me verbally, he’s elected to run away with his tail between his legs more often than not. I’ve got a New Flash for Mr. Cable and everyone else in the WGWF… He can’t run come Monday Night Smash.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: John, just because you won the Intercontinental Title at Summer Madness doesn’t make you credible. I mean, if I play the slot machines at any casino eventually I’m going to win something, look at how many opportunities you squandered just to get the one that makes you feel accomplished when we all know you’ll lose it the moment you defend it. It’s par the course when it comes to you, but back to how many chances since relaunch alone have you had to secure a title? Wait a second, titles don’t mean anything to you… right? That’s not why you fight, right? I bet you brag about when you open your mouth spouting out nonsense this week. I’m going to need for you to make up your mind on what you believe and when you choose to believe it… Let’s take it a step further you didn’t even leave the event with the title itself. Does that make you a Champion? Nah, that makes you a bitch that won a title but lost self-respect.
Traffic starts to come to stand still just behind Chris with the occupants starting to lower their windows to hear what Chris is saying..
CHRIS PAGE: But what about losses to John? John owns several over me. This is true, and while I can EASILY discount those with a matter of a few words I’m going to let him have those so he can pump himself up and give himself more false hope so that when I leave him a shell of his former self it will be a little more sweeter for me. What I will tell you is what I’ve done SINCE then. While John was hiding from the industry doing anything and everything BUT wrestling I took it by storm. I’m the guy who toured nine companies at the same time and dismantled everyone who crossed my path, I was the trailblazer who made touring companies the cool thing to do, I spearheaded CCPE and dominated the industry only to dismantle it because we’d dominated for two years and we got bored. What have you done? Who have you beaten? How many dragons have you slayed? Zero. Why? Because without the WGWF you don’t have a sandbox to play in.
Chris intently gazes into the lens of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Interestingly, you question how I run my company while YOU compete in it. You’d think if I were that bad at running MY company YOU would take your ball and go home… but the truth is the WGWF isn’t as bad as you want me or the roster to believe, OR it is as bad as you profess but you know you got nowhere else to go. You won’t open your own company or try anything on your merrit because the likelihood of failure will be at an all-time high. Do yourself a favor and sit in your corner and shut the fuck up because WE are tired of YOU trying to make everything about YOU! Nobody gives a fuck about the New Breed Foundation, nobody cares about how many “security” members you have crammed up your ass, and there is a reason why you have SO many people around you. It’s because you can’t function without them. Period. Why? Because you’re one-dimensional. Much like the American people flushed that orange turd down the toilet in 2020 I fully plan on doing the same to you right here in 2024.
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Flashback 1 hour ago.
“Do you think your actions at Summer Madness will cost you supporters?”
Our scene opens on the CCP 2024 Tour Bus with Shaun Hart, chief of staff, sitting at a table while Chris is seated on a small couch reading through several documents.
CHRIS PAGE: If anything it should show the registered supporters that if you pick a fight with me you better be prepared to go to the deepest, darkest places you can fathom. Besides, nobody told Ragnarok, Edward, or even that talentless bitch Max Stone to call my name. The days of the inferior trying to use my name and my reputation to catapult them have come and gone.
SHAUN HART: I just want to make sure that we aren’t putting our backs against the wall. Our society today is way too soft.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m sure it will leave a sour taste in some people's mouths… but ask me if I care. I’ve put in the time to command a certain level of respect by tackling the bigger issues that most are afraid to touch. I stood up to the tribalists, to the gatekeepers, and to everyone who tries to control what others do. That’s one of the pieces of business that separates me from the other guy.
Shaun scoffs as he mentions the name.
SHAUN CABLE: John Cable.
Chris flips through the rest of the documents before signing off on them and handing them to Shaun.
CHRIS PAGE: Yeah, the guy that talks about how so many people are keeping his name in their mouths like he hasn’t made sure to plant it there. The guy is such a fucking fool but is smart enough not to debate me. You saw him run and hide just like everyone else did. You saw him try to make things personal with me by bringing my wife into the equation drawing him zero response and a shitload of laughter at his expense because that is a trope that is usually thrown into the mix when someone gets desperate. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Interestingly, you tried so hard to bring everything BUT the truth into the mix. How did mentioning Candice work? Did you get the reaction you wanted? Because I laughed, hard. You want the world to believe you are such a good guy that follows the rules and yet here you are showing just how much of a hypocrite you are. It would be one thing if it worked. Thankfully I got a wife that loves and appreciates me versus one that’s in a box six feet under.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m telling you Shaun, people lie to themselves so much that eventually they tend to believe it. It’s just like him projecting his homosexual tendencies by constantly trying to imply that J Mont and I have some kind of relationship outside of business. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous the lie is, John believes it. I mean, at this point I’m fucking my wife and playing with J Mont on the side if you ask him. I’ve tried to tell him that it’s 2024 and that he doesn’t have to live in the closet.
It’s okay John, open that closet door and take a step out.
CHRIS PAGE: But I think what takes the cake with that shitstain is just how he thinks everything starts and stops with him. He loves to bypass that HE started this with me and thus far everyone else that has said my name has ended up paying the piper. So will he. Embarrassing him is what is on the menu, and I have to admit… I’m pretty hungry.
Where is that line, John? I don’t see a lot of people lining up for you like they are for me. Why is that? I mean, you’re soooooo fucking good, right? Wrong. The greats can go to any other federation and rise to the top, the greats can handle the level of responsibility that comes with being a major champion, and the greats see the bigger picture in just about everything they do. You know, like me. See I understand why you called my name… because I’m the only guy that can bring you out of the sewer you’ve been stagnant in since this company relaunched.
SHAUN HART: Is there anything special we need before we make this last stop?
CHRIS PAGE: A bullhorn.
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Present Time:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I’ve got my fair share of supporters and I’ve got a lot of haters in the mix.”
Chris spouts out into the bullhorn as now a crowd as started to gather around him and behind him. The sounds of horns honking off in the distance is heard..
CHRIS PAGE: Unlike my opponent, I don’t need to pander to the new talents on the roster. I don’t need to be some creepy pervert who trolls young women like Lexi Gold, KC, Pax, or Emily Dawson. Let me ask you something, do you give them the candy before they get in the van? Never mind, don’t answer that, it’s self-incriminating and you tend to try and avoid that like the plague. John isn’t as good a guy as he wants you to believe. I remember when I first relaunched this company nearly two years ago he tried to provide security, tried to sit on the board of directors, and tried to imply that I didn’t have the money to handle the financial responsibility that comes with running a company. What proof do you have? Or am I just supposed to believe you? Aren’t you the same guy who didn’t know who the Television Champion was? Do you know now? Nobody asked John for anything and yet here he is spouting out about how he did so much. Bitch, what did you do? Nothing. I’ve done all the work and you don’t get to take credit for anything. Stop circle-jerking yourself.
Some boos and cheers reign out from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t boo me, he’s the dumb fuck that pretends to be the smartest guy in the room. You’d think he knows who the Champions are in the company he pretends to care sooooooo much about, and I say pretends to care about because his interests are as self-serving as they come. He can’t take the fact that in this business he’s never amounted to jack or shit in the bigger picture. He’s always the bridesmaid and never the bride. With the levels that he’s already stooped down to try and make things personal with me tells you just how far on that last leg he is standing on; oh yes. I have given you all my word that I will cleanse the world of that lying douche-cannoe and it’s a word that I will not let my fellow WGWF’ers down again!
A mixture of cheers and boos can be heard from a crowd that’s not seen.
CHRIS PAGE: I will give John a little bit of credit, the dude doesn’t know when to shut his mouth unless he’s talking to me. He’s going to pretend losing to me doesn’t bother him but deep down inside we know that it does. This isn’t 2013, John. My track record shows that I’m like a fine wine that only gets better with age while your track record shows you tend to write a lot of checks that you can seem to cash. Cram the notion that you are the front of any line up your ass. It’s funny to me that you suddenly want to give a crap about the WGWF when it suits you and your agenda. Well, allow me to say that your politics are about as lame as your in-ring game. You are the king of tropes while trying to point out the flaws in others, and the harsh reality is that isn’t anything more than your insecurities shining through like the brightest of lights. Stop embarrassing yourself. Just stop.
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Flashback- 1 hour ago.
Shaun Hart gets off his cell phone while on the tour bus and glances over at Chris Page who is watching back some of John Cable’s latest promos. Chris is nodding off out of sheer boredom.
SHAUN HART: Mr. Page.
Chris opens his eyes and takes the remote pausing the television.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m up.
SHAUN HART: I’ve got the bullhorn on site for your arrival.
CHRIS PAGE: Awesome.
Chris then asks.
CHRIS PAGE: How far away are we?
SHAUN HART: Well about that…
CHRIS PAGE: About what? I don’t like the sound of that.
SHAUN HART: We can’t seem to find the place.
Chris seems confused with the look on his face.
CHRIS PAGE: We can’t find the place? It’s supposed to be a big building downtown.
SHAUN HART: That’s just it, we’ve been traveling around everywhere and every major building downtown isn’t right. Are you sure this place exists? I can’t even find it on Google Maps.
CHRIS PAGE: Yes it exists, or I think it does.
Shaun lets out a deep sigh while he states.
SHAUN HART: I knew I should have checked ahead of time. Anything Cable has to say is usually an extension of disbelief.
CHRIS PAGE: Hell, he’ll probably bitch about the placement on the card when he’s lucky I didn’t put this shit on dark so he can save some face after he’s finished digesting my fist but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet so the world can bear witness to the public execution of a talentless hack who has trouble tying his shoes in the morning.
SHAUN HART: I can see him being that petty.
CHRIS PAGE: The Trump of Wrestling can’t wait to try and spin narratives.
SHAUN HART: That doesn’t help us find this place.
CHRIS PAGE: Well, you’re the chief of staff. Figure it out.
SHAUN HART: Gee thanks.
CHRIS PAGE: I doubt it even exists, I mean… it is something HE promotes. I mean, you’ve seen how he goes at J Mont for Make a Wish about how J Mont gets paid to make them when he allegedly runs an entire Foundation built on exploiting children and anything else if he can make a buck off the government, Hypocrites will always be hypocrites.
SHAUN HART: Well that bit him in the ass.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s just interesting how John can use and abuse any system and it’s okay, but the moment someone else does something similar they’re the bad guy. John prides himself on his wealth; mainly because he has nothing else. Money can’t buy you everything; it can’t buy you happiness nor can it buy you talent. He knows that all too well because he’s never been happy and he’s never had talent. The only reason John ever amounted to anything in the WGWF was because every time he made it to the top the roster was LIGHT as fuck! When it’s been packed with talent he tends to fall by the wayside. Look at the most recent two years for further proof, or better yet go back to 2012ish, but he prides himself on his failures. It’s weird.
SHAUN HART: What’s weird is we can find this stupid Foundation.
CHRIS PAGE: Look for a building firmly displaying Cable’s ugly mug. He’s so vain it has to be there.
SHAUN HART: That tracks. It’s almost like planting stories with Denzel Porter to get a little shine on his name while accusing everyone else under the stars without any proof.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s just what he does. It’s who he is. He loves to manipulate any situation he can. You’ve seen his record, it’s not like he’s doing a lot on his merit. He can’t even run the New Breed Foundation with a team of fuckwits that follow his lead. Glorified men and women kissing his ass and making him feel good. Pfft.
The bus starts to pull to a smooth stop.
SHAUN HART: Holy shit, it does exist.
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Present Time:
CHRIS PAGE: Rumor has it John has so much faith that he can beat me in 2024 that he is willing to put his career on the line.
Chris rolls his eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s the matter, John? Do you feel like you need to up the stakes to put even more pressure on your shoulders? I’m not sure why you think that’s such a great idea because ninety-nine percent of the time you brick, and this isn’t going to be that one percent… you just got that at Summer Madness. Your track record indicates that you’re one of those guys that will cram a firefly up your ass to see if you can make your farts glow! Here’s the deal, I would think that you know me well enough to know that I’m attracted to things of value… your wrestling career is anything but valuable, it’s not worth the tissue I wipe my ass with. Keep that shit because there isn’t anything that brings me more joy than watching you fail time after time after time after time.
Chris’s eyes shift as he looks past the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Oh what’s the matter, John? You won’t debate me and you tuck your tail every time I bitch smack you verbally to the degree that I’ve shown up on your front porch. We know you’re inside trembling in your boots because what stands before you is the REAL beast, the real big bad wolf that is huffing, puffing, and blowing you away every fucking day. You should thank me for everything I’ve done for you over the last several weeks because I single-handedly plucked you from nothing and made you into something. Essentially, I polished the WGWF’s turd when nobody else could.”
“Sir, you can’t be here. This is private property.”
The camera spins around revealing that Chris isn’t on some set because he is at The New Breed Foundation’s corporate office on the sidewalk outside the front doors. Shaun Hart smirks and steps in front of several members of the “Lockdown Security Force”.
SHAUN HART: The lack of intelligence from your employer has trickled down to you roided up nemrods… This is a public sidewalk, not private property. We are well within our rites to be here. Run along.
CHRIS PAGE: Go tell your boss that we aren’t going anywhere and if he would like for us to leave he could always bring his druppy ass down here and face me like a man versus sending the groupies to try and maintain his version of law and order. He can puff that chest out to people like you who are afraid of what he might do but to the rest of the world, we see him for the sham that he is. I doubt we even hear from that cuck for another week because the guy has zero time management skills.
The security team takes several steps toward Shaun and Chris while the crowd that’s gathered starts to back away giving plenty of space. Some cell phones are out recording what might happen next..
CHRIS PAGE: I’d be careful and tread lightly boys, take another step and I’ll assume that you’re trying to threaten or intimidate me. This is Florida, I can stand my ground. Are you sure you want to go down this road? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind laying you all down for no other reason than because I can and none of you are capable of stopping me. Just give me a reason. I beg you.
Both Chris and Shaun stare down the Lockdown Security force. The leader of the Brady Bunch takes a look at his team and all the cameras pointed at them from all over by random people on the sidewalk before they tuck their tails and head back inside the New Breed Foundation.
CHRIS PAGE: Take your little dick energy back to your boss. Tell him to grow a set and come deal with me. Remember, I didn’t pick this fight… but I will finish it.
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Now that the campaigning is out of the way let’s get to the end of this because I have already wasted enough time making John relevant. John, you can come out here and try to defend yourself but there isn’t a defense for ignorance or stupidity. You carry both in spades. I don’t give a shit about your inability to get laid, I don’t care why you lie like you do, and I honestly don’t give a fuck about you outside of making you look like the village idiot. On Monday Night Smash all the talk is going to end and you’re going to walk that aisle knowing that what awaits will be your downfall, again. Your problem is you live in the past. You use it to prop you up because here in the present you aren’t anything more than a choke artist… and for a guy who projects his homosexual tendencies on everyone else allow me to make one back.
You’re going to look awful funny sucking my dick with no teeth but you’ll enjoy it either way.
That harsh truth when it comes to John Cable is that he can’t stand not being the center of attention. Why else would he go out of his way to make sure he involves himself in everyone else’s business? It’s just a shame that people calling his name doesn’t translate into big business for him unless he’s standing in the ring opposite of me. I do pride myself on being able to make John credible even if for just one show; it’s just a shame that all of this nonsense from him is going to lead him down a path of obscurity.
Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to remind you first-hand live in front of the world on Monday Night Smash.
While I’ve enjoyed smacking you around and emasculating you while making you my bitch I’m going to leave you with something that I haven’t done in a while. I’m going to leave you with the harshest of realities that you need to look into because never have truer words been spoken. You want so desperately to be the good guy. You’ve put up a front for so long that exposing you now is so much more impactful. You want us all to believe that this is who you are…
But in reality, John… This is what we see.
Any questions?
Creeper.