I get so close to opportunity only to have it slip through my fingers. I’m not going to pretend the loss to Harris wasn’t disheartening because it was. I’m better than that, I know it. I can care less if he does. He can boast and brag until his heart is content but in the bigger picture, I am still a much greater commodity than he will ever be. I could have still taken part in the World Title match at the High Stakes, I opted out where most people would have jumped at the chance. Why? Because I don’t believe in handouts. Regardless if I like it or not Michael Harris defeated me, and in my eyes that puts him above me in the pecking order. Michael, I hope you’re listening because our business isn’t through. The loss I suffered at your hands was the first of 2023 for me and has directly interfered with my course for destiny.
That deed will not go unpunished.
There will come a time and a place when you and I are going to meet again. When we do, trust me when I tell you that I don’t make the same mistake twice. With that being said I want you to enjoy this moment when you think your hot shit, I want you to salivate in the mere thought that you’ve burst back onto the scene making some lasting statement when the truth revolving around you is that you’re nothing more than Mac Bane’s flavor of the month. I hate to break it to you but the Saviors and CCPE are laughing our asses off at what is coming your way because that slice of humble pie is going to be force-fed down your fucking throat. You will crash and burn before disappearing back into the shadows where you belong.
What I don’t want any of you to do is think for one second that just because I haven’t been in the ring here doesn’t mean I haven’t been in the ring elsewhere. I questioned myself, I questioned if I still had what it took to even get back to the top of the mountain at the ripe age of fifty-three. In my tenure away over the last several weeks I managed to win my 19th World Heavyweight Championship. Yes, I understand that means dick here in Sin City, but this isn’t about Sin City because my world is larger than one sandbox. I do want to apologize for my in-ring absence as of late. When you’re juggling Super Shows, running your own promotion, married to Candice Page, and working Main Event angles elsewhere that time becomes of the essence but I knew I couldn’t miss High Stakes. So much is on the line as all eyes are looking for what’s to come next… The Blast from the Past Tournament. Unlike most, I like to challenge myself to get title opportunities versus being a charity case. What better way to cement me as the rightful Number One Contender for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship than by not only entering the tournament but being paired with CCPE’s own Miss Melissa and winning it?
Yes, it’s going to be a task, but it’s a task that I’m primed and ready for.
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Tuesday
March 2, 2023
Page Estate Las Vegas
Featuring: Candice Wolf
Off Camera:
Chris woke up early on Tuesday morning. The sun hasn’t broken over the ranges of the mountains. His body is a physical mess just two days removed from the Denzel Porter Invitational and a Dog Coller match with a Sin City Hall of Fame talent known simply as Griffin Hawkins. Chris crept into the bathroom off the master suite ensuring that Candice wasn’t woken. He closes the door before flipping the light switch on. Looking into the mirror he sees the fourteen stitches on the right side of his forehead, his face has a purplish tint coming from the top of his forehead down into his cheeks.
It was a war.
And not the way to try and earn another shot at any World Title. Chris takes a deep breath before turning off the light and quietly exiting the bathroom and then out of the master suite where he softly closes the door behind him. Chris starts making his way down the hallway on the ground floor of the two-story estate and into the living area with his open kitchen. Before anything else, Chris is at the Kureg and making himself a cup of coffee. While the coffee is making Chris takes his cell phone off the marble top of the kitchen island. Chris unlocks and checks up on text messages. He lets out a deep sigh before sliding his phone back on the kitchen island. The card for High Stakes hasn’t been the highest priority. Chris just scoped his booking and let things marinate as he returns to the kitchen counter and pulls his coffee cup from the Kureg as he starts to bring it toward his lips we see Candice swoop in taking the cup from his hands like a Ninja in the night taking Chris by surprise.
CHRIS PAGE: What the fuck?!?!
Chris spins around seeing Candice in her silk red robe leaning back on the kitchen island sipping what was Chris’s coffee.
CHRIS PAGE: You were legitimately asleep.
CANDICE PAGE: Never let your guard down.
She states with a wink.
CHRIS PAGE: Well played.
Chris turns his back on Candice and back to the counter. He opens one of the upper white cabinets grabs a second cup and goes through the process again before turning his attention back around to Candice.
CHRIS PAGE: And good morning to you.
CANDICE PAGE: What’s on your mind?
CHRIS PAGE: A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I can’t shake the fact that I haven’t been living up to my fullest potential inside the ring. We are on the cusp of High Stakes in Sin City Wrestling, and who should be standing in the ring challenging for the World Title? Me. But am I, no?
Candice takes another sip from Chris’s coffee mug as she listens to Chris continue.
CHRIS PAGE: Why? Because my dumb ass couldn’t beat a dude that’s been gone from the industry for over a decade BUT I can walk into Madison Square Garden and snatch the Entity World Title?
Chris questions.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m missing something because Michael whatever the fuck isn’t Tony Savage, he isn’t even in the same conversation as Tony.
Nobody is kicking their ass more than I am with this High Stakes debacle. It seems at times that I am my own worst enemy. I made the cardinal mistake of underestimating my opponent and thus I have taken it upon myself to step out of that scene until I’ve earned it. What better way to start than by taking on the guy that just took an “L” to Mac? Was it my first choice? Not hardly, but as I like to say I’m the king of making chicken salad out of chicken shit.
Three Doors Down isn’t going to help you, Bill.
I’m the guy that NEEDS this way more than you do. Sin City Wrestling has an awful lot of faith in me and what I bring to the table. I’ve grown tired of getting so close only to slip away from my goal. The questioning of my confidence seems to be a deeper-rooted issue, but perhaps it shouldn’t be because I’ve just established that I can get back to the top of the mountain; which is fitting since apparently I’ve got Big Foot as my next opponent.
CANDICE PAGE: You’re going to have to stop questioning yourself, babe. You’ve done everything to establish that you are still the man. I personally think you’re overthinking things. I mean you’re involved with the Saviors of Sin City, CCPE is still thriving, and the world is in the palm of your hands.
Chris spins around as his cup of coffee has finished brewing, or should we say the second cup since we have a java thief in our midst.
CANDICE PAGE: Nobody wins them all, but in the same vein nobody takes things as seriously as you do.
It’s a blessing and a curse.
CANDICE PAGE: You need to relax and remember why you’re still doing this. You don’t have to lace your boots, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Chris, you are one of the few that can walk away today and still be remembered in a decade. Not a lot of guys in the business can say that.
Chris takes his cup of coffee and sips while spinning back around toward Candice who pulls a blunt from behind her ear. She sparks it up taking a toke or two before inhaling.
CHRIS PAGE: I guess I just have higher expectations, pun intended. When your name is Chris Page, and when you’ve accomplished everything that I’ve accomplished I seem to forget that even I can make mistakes because nobody is perfect. In times like these I feel like I can be viewed as all bark and no bite. I mean, I’ve been chasing a shot at SCW’s World TItle for what seems like months upon months… and yet every time I get within a fingertip of the opportunity I seem to fuck it up.
Candice passes Chris the blunt as she is seen exhaling a cloud of smoke.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s just so aggravating to know that when given the opportunity I tend to deliver when the straps are on the line. I recently challenged for my first World Title in over two years and took it without batting an eyelash. So if I can do that elsewhere there isn’t a reason in the world why I can’t do it in the confines of Sin City Wrestling.
Chris takes a toke off the blunt while Candice takes the moment to respond.
CANDICE PAGE: It sounds like to me you know what you have to do. Hit the rest button one more time and focus on your opposition for High Stakes. It’s clear that you need to leave a lasting impression on them as well as the front office. Sometimes going to a darker place is exactly what everyone in this equation needs.
Chris blows out smoke as he takes in what Candice just said.
CHRIS PAGE: Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?
CANDICE PAGE: I think I am suggesting what you think I think I am suggesting.
CHRIS PAGE: Are you sure? I haven’t woken him up in so long… and when we open pandora’s box there isn’t any closing it.
Chris inquires as he hits the blunt a second time while Candice takes another drink from Chris’s coffee cup.
CANDICE PAGE: Sometimes the beast has to be awakened.
Chris blows out a smoke cloud as we fade.
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Billy, Billy, Billy… well, this just got awkward, didn’t it? I know you’re expecting me to make the same mistake, or as I call it, the Michael Effect by looking past you, by ignoring you, by taking you lightly because I am who I am and you are who you are. Unfortunately for you, that isn’t in the cards. Only one embarrassing defeat like that is allotted and thankfully for me, my eyes are wide the fuck open with tunnel vision squarely on you. I’ll start things off by saying I can give a fuck all about your credentials, I can give two shits about what you’ve done in the past or where you think you’re going in the future because ultimately your fate was sealed the moment you put pen to paper and thought it would be a cool idea to stand in the ring with a guy that has nothing to lose and everything to gain. It’s pretty evident that you’re far from the sharpest tool in the shed or you wouldn’t have labeled Ken as a joke in professional wrestling when he’s outperformed you in EVER organization he’s competed at! You ate paint chips as a child growing up in Georgia because just sitting back and forcing myself to watch your promo was enough to make me shake my head while questioning if you think about anything you say or do you just pop off at the mouth because it sounds clever or witty in your head regardless of how juvenile the statements are?
No wonder it’s been a year since you’ve done anything tangible.
It’s concerning to me that you have been in the business for as long as you have and yet you haven’t mastered how to lay a proper insult. How the fuck does this guy draw any money? How does he sell any tickets? Oh yeah, he doesn’t. Billy, you’ve been a background player your entire career for a reason… because that is what you’re good at. You tried your hand with Mac Bane, and while on the way to your title match, you hit him verbally with material that sounded like a four-year-old put it together for you.
I’m not going to pretend that I’m coming to play nice.
I’m coming to High Stakes to make an example before stepping into the Blast from the Past Tournament. It’s safe to say that you are my reset button.
… but where you are very much incorrect is when it comes to who is stepping into the ring with you. Inside every man, there lives a beast. All it takes is just the right amount of bullshit that will cause it to be released. Sin City Wrestling hasn’t been privy to my beast, and for your sake, I can only hope that I can keep him at bay. Your safety doesn’t concern him, being able to hold your wife at night doesn’t concern him, and being able to provide a living for your family doesn’t concern him. Shedding your blood, leaving you begging for one last breath tickles his fancy. You see if any of you knew me… REALLY knew me… You’d know what I’m talking about versus pondering your thoughts to draw up your conclusions.
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Off Camera
March 3, 2023
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
Featuring: Kat Jones
It’s great to run your own promotion out of Las Vegas with your own sporting arena because you can train at all hours of the day, and when you’re an old fuck like Chris Page all hours are the operative words. It’s the wee hours of the morning as we fade inside the 15,000-seat CCPE Arena to find Chris Page in the ring with a WGWF enhancement talent that goes by the name of Milk Mason. Milk is a scrawny little fella, calling him a toothpick would be an insult to toothpicks. Page and Mason lock up with Chris immediately forcing him back into the ropes. Page quickly snaps him over with an arm-drag takeover. Page pops back up to his feet followed by Mason where he catches Mason with a Japanese Armdrag sending the sounds of their bodies bouncing off the plywood of the ring echoing throughout the empty arena. Page beats Mason to his feet where he snatches a side headlock before snapping him over to the canvass. Mason quickly counters with a head scissors, Page works his way to both knees before slipping out of the head scissors before slapping the taste out of Mason’s mouth. Page steps back up to his feet where the sound of some applause is heard. Chris turns his head looking up the ramp to see Kat Jones standing and observing. Milk Mason gets up off the mat holding the right side of his face.
CHRIS PAGE: Go put some ice on it.
Milk Mason exits the ring and passes by Kat on his way up the ramp while she is on her way down the ramp. Chris leans against the ropes as he addresses his C.E.O. of CCPE.
CHRIS PAGE: To what do I owe the honor?
Kat reaches ringside.
KAT JONES: You know I have to check up on you after winning the Entity’s World Title to make sure that you’re not resting on your laurels with Bill waiting in the wings.
CHRIS PAGE: When have I ever rested on the past to dictate my present?
I might have come up short against Harris but I bounced back pretty well if I do say so myself. Winning one World Title, and a shot at another is right around the corner. My ego was crushed, but it’s been restored. Billy, you’ve walked right into the crosshairs of my scope. I’ve brushed up on you over the last week or so, and while you’re decent in the ring you seem to struggle with talking a big game or knowing the first fucking thing about your opponents. I think I’ve heard smarter cutdowns from dumber people… and that says a lot.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m looking forward to High Stakes and getting back on track to tangle with Mac for the World Title. This time around I’m not going to be pulled off task and forced to restart.
KAT JONES: We’ve got a great thing going in Sin City Wrestling with the Saviors and CCPE. Are you sure rocking the boat with a match with Mac is the right move to make?
Chris steps through the ropes and out to the ring apron before hopping down to the arena floor where he snatches a white towel from one of the corners. Chris wipes the sweat from his face before slinging the towel over his left shoulder.
CHRIS PAGE: Rocking the boat? Probably not the choice of words I’d be looking for. Mac and myself both like to test ourselves, and part of what makes CCPE different than everyone else is that is trying to mimic our success throughout the wrestling world. We don’t look for ways out when we know that the time is upon us to test ourselves. It’s the Alphas in us.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: Take the ass-kicking Mac gave Billy Boy last week. Now, I can’t change anything about that… but what I can do is humble that prick faster than Mac did. What I can do is slaughter this fuckboy with a quickness.
I bet this kid will do the SAME thing everyone else does and fails with. Spare me the “it doesn’t matter if it’s not here” routine because only a simple-minded fuck that doesn’t see a bolder picture will paint that kind of remedial nonsense with a broken goddamn brush. If I wanted to prop myself on a reputation you might as well call me Finn Wheelan, better yet I wouldn’t be wrestling you I’d be in the Main Event like I was asked to be.
Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ll be taking my rightful spot as the enforcer of The Saviors effective immediately.
Kat and Chris start walking back up the ramp.
KAT JONES: I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.
CHRIS PAGE: Like what?
KAT JONES: Your vibe is different.
CHRIS PAGE: In a good way? Or a bad way?
KAT JONES: To be determined.
CHRIS PAGE: Hmmm.
They reach the top of the ramp.
CHRIS PAGE: This is going to be a lot of fun.
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TO BE CONTINUED.
Billy Bob, you are indeed a huge disappointment, right? I sat through that promo of yours and struggled to stay awake. Charismatic you certainly aren’t, right? You sounded like Artificial Intelligence was speaking for you. Are you a fucking robot?!?! Don’t answer that because you’ll crush the only positive thing you’ve got going for yourself since this wrestling thing certainly isn’t it. I bet you dollars to donuts after your parents have seen the failure that you’ve become your old man wished he wore a rubber to save the masses from meaningless drivel that you speak with such conviction. It’s hard for me to comprehend that you BELIEVE some of the things you’ve been prone to spit out only to have to watch you walk it back like the good little bitch that comes to terms too little too late that they don’t measure up to guys like me, guys like Mac, guys like Ken, guys like Goth, girls like Kim or Kat, the list goes on and on and on.
You’re the guarantee that you don’t want to be.
You’re the easy win that is put in place for guys to bounce back from. Nothing more, nothing less. I understand that it’s got to suck to hear that, but if I don’t do anything I keep it real regardless of who it bothers, who it offends, or what anyone else has to say about it. I’ve made my share of enemies in this industry, and that comes with the territory when you’re a polarizing figure that most people aspire to be but don’t have the talent to be. The hater list makes me laugh, it gives me the warmth and fuzzies to know that I have SO much power over others that they throw ultimatums out like we’re in fucking high school.
Are you a high schooler?
Or have you graduated?
Call me curious.
Something I’m not curious about is the verbal ass whipping I’m about to give you based on your stupidity for thinking you’ve got something special about the war or the words. Apparently, I have an ego problem, congratulations on paying attention to things I’ve openly admitted. My ego is the size of the world but is it really an ego when you back it up 90% of the time or is it bitter feelings from guys like you that wish they were on the level I am on? Fuck man, I’m the dude the world can’t cancel, the snowflakes tremble in fear over, the guy people want to hate so much as they fuel their own agenda yet it doesn’t seem to work out for them because I get it done between the ropes where it matters versus hurling bullshit attacks from behind a keyboard.
How are you going to deflate my ego when you can’t seem to win, well, anything of merrit?
You’re wrong again by claiming I think I’m superior then you based on shit in other promotions? Dude, wake the fuck up from this delusional fairytale. You’re going to sit there and try to tell me that YOU are better than names like James Raven, like Raion Kido, like Tony Savage, like Centurion, like Robert Main all of which have a larger prowess than you ever will… and have all fallen to me at some point in time or the other has no merit on me mopping the floor with your chin pubes? Face it, you’re just not good enough to box with God. I flaunt my accomplishments everywhere I go because nobody, especially you, can take them away from me. I take pride in being one of the few guys that CAN go to any federation at any given time and be the major player they need to further whatever they’ve got going on. Do I see your phone ringing? Do I see you out on the larger platforms testing your skills against any and everyone? Nah bro, I see you sitting on your dumpy ass in Sin City being complacent as a mechanic on the card versus making your name mean something outside of a fucking punchline. So, you’ll have to excuse me for looking and thinking outside of YOUR box. Just because you like to cosplay as a Professional Wreslter over I dunno… BEING one sounds like a personal problem.
Just because you’re okay with being a talentless chode doesn’t make it okay for anyone to follow your lead. It baffles my mind just how much ignorance flows out of the mouths of the less fortunate when the lights are on bright. To waste so much time on something so trivial at best is certainly the best way to handle time management, right? Speaking of just the dumbest fucking thing a professional wrestler can say or do is tell the world wrestling is fake. I guess I’m not talented, guys. I guess every major accomplishment of mine has been predetermined… like… an angle or something? The next time you want to try and shit on someone else’s accomplishments do so in a way that doesn’t break all kinds of standards and practices of the industry. So wait, when I knock your dick in the dirt at High Stakes is that angled? Is that predetermined? Is that your excuse you’re planting the seeds for now so you have a crutch to fall back on? I find it hard to believe that you are this ignorant, that Championship you picked up a year ago, was that predetermined? It HAS to be because I wasn’t here to see it. Do you see how ridiculous that sounds? You need to go back to training and figure out how to do this because you’re an embarrassment to the profession in every sense of the word. You are showing me first-hand that you are as dumb as you look.
How are my thoughts wrong when it comes to you being a bitch?
Please, explain it to me. I’d love to hear how far down this rabbit hole goes since we now know that Sin City Wrestling is real and EVERYTHING else, EVERY promotion, EVERY supershow is predetermined. Better yet, don’t. You’ve made yourself look completely useless in this entire equation as is. If you couldn’t get any dumber, you insult my accomplishments, and yet the very next sentence you speak YOU GIVE ME CREDIT FOR BEING A GREAT WRESTLER! Who the fuck does that?!?! Who tries to dress down someone to LITERALLY build them back up and expect what you just said to pack a goddamn punch? Billy does. It’s hysterical that your best shots at me aren’t being able to find my runs. If you bothered to pay attention to anything outside of SCW you’d be pointed in the right directions. Listen, it’s not my job to do YOUR job for you. Perhaps you should spend some more time actually researching who you’re dealing, but then again that would mean that you’d have to put in some real work versus boring me to death listening to you to and convince yourself that you stand a chance.
Your levels of depth are about as subpar as your talking abilities.
It’s a good thing for both of us my job isn’t validating the second grade logic you’ve proposed and I just have to beat you in front of the world… no… wait… it’s rigged right? So then maybe you do stand a slim chance…
On second thought, that too is a pipedream of popcorn farts.
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Wednesday
March 8, 2023
Penthouse Suite at The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas Resort and Casino
Featuring: Mac Bane and Kat Jones
Off Camera
Fading into the luxurious penthouse suite at the Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas we find Chris Page standing in a tailor made black dress slacks with a white Polo Style dress shirt which is tucked in, his hair is pulled back in a ponytail as he observes the Las Vegas strip. Chris’s attention is drawn to the French doors at the entrance of the suite where we find the C.E.O. of CCP Enterprises Kat Jones walking through and she is followed by Sin City Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion, Mac Bane. Mac closes the door behind him. Chris greets Kat with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning his attention toward an approaching Mac where a firm handshake is given.
CHRIS PAGE: Please, have a seat.
Chris motions for them to take seats in an elegant living room of the Penthouse. Both Kat and Mac get seated with Chris takes the empty love seat opposite both Mac and Kat.
CHRIS PAGE: I know you’re both probably wondering why I called you to meet up. So, let me cut right to the chase so there isn’t any room for misinterpretation.
Chris cuts his attention toward Mac as he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve made no secrete over the last several months that I want a crack at the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, and every time I get within arms reach of that shot I screw the pooch. It seems to be the nature of the Sin City beast, but I’m not going to allow that to deter me. With you holding onto that title it means that there is going to come to a time and place when Mac Bane defends against Chris Page.
Mac listens intently as does Kat.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m interested in the match not because it’s a World Title, but because you are holding it. What I mean by that is you are the only four-time SCW Champion, you have carried this brand for years, and you are the measuring stick when it comes to carrying that Championship. If you aren’t standing on the other side of the ring from me then challenging for the strap isn’t worth it. I know I had the opportunity to slide into this upcoming defense, but I can’t put myself to accepting charity; as you both are aware.
Kat is the first to respond.
KAT JONES: You have got to stop taking things so hard on yourself, Chris. Nobody would have said you didn’t deserve the shot if you stepped in but I understand why you didn’t take it.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m not the guy that sticks a knife in anyone’s back. I want you to know that you have something that I want a crack at, not because it’s for the title… because you are hold it. In order to get there I must stamp my ticket using the Blast from the Past Tournament to get it.
Mac breaks his silence.
MAC BANE: I know just as well as you do that it’s not a matter of if but when you and me dance for the World Title. I appreciate you being upfront about your intentions.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s not why I called both of you. That’s just a side piece. The real reason I asked you both to come is to apologize.
Mac starts to laugh under his breath before asking.
MAC BANE: What for?
CHRIS PAGE: I’m not sure if either of you are aware, but my mind hasn’t necessarily been completely wrapped around being involved with the Saviors, let alone anything else for that matter. I’ve had to put myself in check, I’ve had to snap myself out of some of the nonsense that comes with being Chris Page. Instead of getting into meaningless pissing contests on Twitter or social media I’m here and am going to fully invest in my role here. The apology is for not giving you guys my best.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: And to show my sincerity I’m going to dedicate the brutal slaying of Billy Boy to both of you on the professional side of the coin, and on the personal side we are going to enjoy ourselves a night on the town as only we can.
KAT JONES: Ummm, Chris? Aren’t you due in Jamaica tomorrow night for Thunder Pro? Remember? You and Peter Vaughn for the TPW International Title? I’m sure the last thing you need to do is tie one off tonight.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s just semantics.
Chris glances at Kat and gives her a…
CHRIS PAGE: Wooo.
Chris stands back up.
CHRIS PAGE: In all seriousness, I’m one hundred percent checked in. Let’s go to work… after we have ourselves a little fun.
We fade.
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Billy, Billy, Billy… I’m beyond pretending I give a fuck about you or what you’re capable of. The more I think about the sheer stupidity that you TRULY believe that comes out of your mouth as facts makes me want to take it upon myself to send you back the Indies where you belong. You’re about to get taken to school, wanker. It’s just a shame I have to waste this time and energy on someone who clearly doesn’t know our industry yet claims to be a veteran. Alas here we are, right? The only thing I can do at this point is just beat you clean and clear in the middle of the ring because this is the epitome of light work.
OOC: Sorry it’s not the follow up I wanted, the hubs birthday is today and our wedding anniversary was yesterday.