The Rats from the Past – Part one   
 
The shot opens up with Chris Page and Melissa hanging out in Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada, the site where the first Climax Control will be airing after the last Super Card Blaze Of Glory XI. Both Chris Page and Melissa were victorious in their matches at Blaze of Glory,  Chris Page can be seen wearing a cap on top of his head where his long hair are hanging freely underneath It, he is wearing a black Peter Chriss Kiss Make up shirt with a vest over it and a flannel shirt hanging around his waist, the ensemble is a knee high black jeans and some worn off sneakers. Melissa on the other hand is wearing a black leather jacket, a baseball cap backwards as the baseball cap also has Bat Man ears coming from either side of it. She is wearing a long leather coat, a black shirt that has the Bat Man sign attached to it and matching leather pants with a Bat Man belt attached to it. We hear loud punk/rock music coming from a classic Boombox that stands in the corner of the room that they are standing in, Chris Page is doing some idiotic dancing that you would probably see during some metal concert where nobody is paying attention to you. Melissa on the other hand is holding her cell phone in her left hand while having her right hand against her head as if she is trying to produce some mind power trick on the phone.
 
CHRIS PAGE: You do now that Jedi mind tricks only exist in the movies right???
 
Says Chris Page after finishing his dance, he grabs a rocks glass with Jamison and takes a sip from it as Melissa isn’t looking away from her cell phone as she is focused upon what she wants to do.
 
MELISSA: Yoda said that the force was strong with me.
 
Chris Page lifts his eyebrow at that comment from Melissa before shaking his head, he places the glass down again as he is stretching his body while preparing to go for another dance.
 
CHRIS PAGE: You do know that it was just a mechanical doll that repeats the same Yoda Quotes with every single person that comes in contact with him right??
 
This causes Melissa to turn her attention away from her cell phone for the first time, staring at Page with a look on her face that tells him that she clearly has gotten annoyed by his wise ass remarks
 
CHRIS PAGE: What did I do???
 
Melissa sighs as she turns her attention away from Page, looking around the stadium where they will be competing at this coming week for the first round from the Blast From The Past tournament, where the winners will both win a shot at the world title in either of their division.
 
MELISSA: So this is the spot where we will make our Mixed Tag Team debut huh?? It sure does look like a waste of our time driving all the way over here to do a tag team match??? I mean seriously, the only thing that has kept me up all the way to this place was your questionable taste in music.
 
Chris Page shakes his head as he enters another cassette into the Boom box and we suddenly hear ABC start to play from the Jackson Five, causing Chris Page to sway his head to the left and then to the right along with the beat of the music. Gesturing to Melissa to join him in appreciating the music from the five brothers.
 
MELISSA: Do I really have to???
 
She says before rolling her eyes as she notices that Chris Page is persistent, causing her to stand next to him as the two are moving in unison in the rhythm of the music. Causing Chris Page to suddenly poke an arm into her shoulder, causing her to look up at him annoyingly while Page is gesturing his head towards the stadium where they are going to be competing at. This causes Melissa to look past him, but the only thing that she could witness were the doors to the stadium closing.
 
MELISSA: What???
 
Chris Page’s face gets annoyed as he nods his head towards the same direction, but this time only with more aggression. This causes her to move her head all the way past him, noticing two guys walking up to them as it still does not understand what is going on.
 
MELISSA: So??? They fans of yours???
 
Chris Page is about to answer her when one of the two guys walks up to them and starts talking.
 
GUY #1: Hey, uhm…, I can’t remember seeing you two here before???
 
CHRIS PAGE: Yeah, we just came from Las Vegas my man. So what can we do for you???
 
Melissa looks at Chris Page, not sure what to make of things as she watches him converse with the guy.
 
GUY #1: You do look familiar for some reason, aren’t you two wrestlers???
 
Melissa lets out a sigh of relief as Chris Page glows with pride, placing his hands on his hips as he nods his head and answers.
 
CHRIS PAGE: That’s right sir, we are the team of Melissa and Chronic Chris Page. THE top favourites to win the Blast From The Past tournament. I…,
 
GUY #2: Hold a second?? Did you two say Chris Page and Melissa??
 
Both Chris and Melissa nod their heads as the two guys look at each other before scratching their heads.
 
GUY #2: I don’t know how to say this, but we already saw some individuals posing like you two just 30 minutes ago inside that stadium over there??
 
The second guy points over his shoulder towards the stadium where both Chris and Melissa will be competing at. Both of them look at each other with a puzzled look on their faces.
 
CHRIS PAGE: I am sorry, but did you say that you saw US??? We haven’t been anywhere near the arena. Are you absolutely sure that it was us you saw??
 
GUY #2: Well they were wearing wrestlers outfits.
 
GUY #1: But they did used your names to get entrance into the stadium and do some autograph signings.
 
MELISSA: Well, I get a bad feeling about this Chris. We should go and investigate these imitations of us.
 
Melissa is about to walk away, only to turn around as she notices Chris looking ahead of him while thinking about something.
 
MELISSA: Are you coming Chris???
 
CHRIS PAGE: Huh?? Oh yeah sure, I was just thinking how wonderful to have an identical twin that is just as handsome as me.
 
Melissa rolls her eyes while Chris raises his shirt displaying a solid eight pack as the two of them head over towards the stadium, opening the doors as they are being greeted by a desk employee.
 
DESK EMPLOYEE: Hello, my name is Vic. How may I help you???
 
CHRIS PAGE: Hi Vic, I am Chronic Chris Page, this is Melissa. We have just been notified that there are two individuals in the stadium right now who are impersonating us as wrestlers.
 
The man looks at Chris Page with a puzzled look on his face.
 
VIC: Do you have a description of the two individuals sir??
 
Melissa interjects herself before Chris may go nuts on him, she pushes him aside before turning to Vic and uses her sweet smiles before starting to talk to him.
 
MELISSA: What my friend is trying to say is that we are wrestlers from Sin City Wrestling, we have an appointment with a camera crew inside for an interview. Could you please show us the way to where Miss. Willow is at this moment??
 
CHRIS PAGE: But, we don’t…, OUCH
 
Melissa drives an elbow into the midsection of Chris Page, causing him to suddenly become quiet as she keeps smiling at Vic who is looking in his data base. He then looks up and directs them towards the first door on the right and then head to the large area.
 
MELISSA: Thank you Vic, you are a sweetheart. Let’s go Chris
 
The two walk towards the door, opens the door as they enter a hallway that leads towards a large hall at the end of the hallway.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Did you really have to elbow so hard???
 
Melissa stops as she looks at him with an annoying look on her face.
 
MELISSA: Look, if you wanted to get into a discussion with that idiot over there?? Be my guest, but then we would have been here until next summer. I want to find out who these imposters are and I believe that we have found a lead okay???
 
Chris cannot argue that with her as they walk towards the large hall at the end off the hallway. They enter the hallway and notice that they are actually entered a large fast food branch where a lot of other Sin City Wrestling employees are residing. Both of them look around, but they cannot find anyone that looks like them in wrestling gear.
 
MELISSA: Damnit, they aren’t here.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Perhaps it’s a wise decision to sit down and wait for them, besides.. I’m hungry.
 
Chris is about to walk up to the counter to take an order as Melissa grabs him by the arm, causing him to turn around.
 
MELISSA: No Einstein, we were directed over here because Vic saw them enter this establishment. They have probably already left by now.
 
This causes Chris to curse to himself before realizing that Melissa has a point and the two walk towards the next door and enters another hallway. There they see Pussy Willow standing there with her camera crew, causing Melissa to softly whisper towards Chris Page.
 
MELISSA Let us move past them slowly without saying a word, they may not even realize that we are here.
 
Chris nods his head as the two take a few steps into the direction of Pussy Willow, who turns her attention towards Melissa and Chris and smiles before stopping them.
 
WILLOW: Melissa!! Chris Page!! How wonderful to see you, can I perhaps ask you some questions??
 
CHRIS PAGE: Damnit!!!
 
Melissa doesn’t react to Chris, but lifts a hand instead as she aims it towards Willow and slowly starts to talk.
 
MELISSA: You don’t want to talk to us…
 
WILLOW: I don’t want?? Girl, what are you talking about???
 
Chirs face palms himself as he already knows what Melissa is trying to do.
 
MELISSA: You will forget that we were here in the first place.
 
WILLOW: Forget?? No girl, you got some screws loose inside that chrome dome of yours. I am here to do an interview with you two, especially after you two having caused major chaos earlier this morning.
 
This causes Melissa and Chris Page to stop, looking at each other before turning their attention back to Willow.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Chaos?? Us?? What are you talking about???
 
Willow looks over towards her camera crew and laughs.
 
WILLOW: Look everyone?? Chris Page cannot remember him some staff members backstage earlier this morning. Luckily we have some video footage that can proof that these two hoodlums have done earlier today
 
She shows a video where we see two figures in a Chris Page and Melissa outfit creating havoc backstage at the parking lot.
 
CHRIS PAGE: They dress like us, but they barely look like us.
 
MELISSA: Yeah Willow, you must be blind and stupid not to notice that these two aren’t us….
 
WILLOW: But I had from reliable sources that….
 
MELISSA: Reliable?? Like who?? The Troll??? Let’s go Chris, this interview is over.
 
Chris smirks towards Willow, who looks astonished towards the two of them before turning her attention to the video clip from earlier today.
 
WILLOW: But if it wasn’t them? Then who is it on this video???
 
The shot changes from an astonished Pussy Willow towards Chris Page and Melissa, who open the next door and enter another room. This room is a dressing room. Here we see lockers hanging next to each other, causing Melissa to smile.
 
MELISSA: This is our chance to see if we can find something that resembles our wrestling gear. Why don’t you start left?? Then I’ll start right and work towards each other.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Isn’t that like Illegal or something???
 
MELISSA: True, but do you assume that impersonating someone should go unpunished??
 
With that Chris Page and Melissa decide to check the lockers of the locker room to see if they can find the wrestling gear and who is behind the impersonations
 
To be continued
 
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Fading in we see Chris Page and Melissa kicked back on a brick wall just outside of a corner store with a sign that reads “I ASSURE YOU WE ARE OPEN”.
 
CHRIS PAGE: So this is the infamous Blast from the Past? The tournament that is such a big deal to those in Sin City Wrestling that has featured a list of who’s who left standing at it’s culmination. We could stand here and waste time, or we can just get to the meat and potatoes of it all. I elect the latter.
 
Chris smirks at the camera before he continues.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Calvin Harris, bud if you’re not in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong last name. I’ve got some comeupence coming for your brother, yet in the interim you are going to be my consolation prize in the opening round of this party. I’ll be the first to admit that I took Michael lightly, but I promise I’m not going to make the same mistake twice. For the first time CCPE has full representation, the Saviors have two teams representing themselves, and there isn’t a chance in hell this tournament doesn’t end with either of our teams coming out on top.
 
MELISSA: People might suggest that the Saviors took a hit at Blaze of Glory but that is furthest from the truth. Sure, we lost the World Title but we gained something in the process which is exactly what has gotten Dawn a shot at strap in the opening round. We want you to believe that you both have something to fight for; however, there is only one dynamic duo in this equation and that’s us.

Chris goes into the inner pocket of his leather trench coat and pulls out a rolled joint.
 
CHRIS PAGE: What sucks for everyone involved is I’ve found my confidence again, it tends to happen after you lose to a second-rate hack yet turn right around and pick up two World Titles in two different companies. Needless to say if I can get to the top of other organizations against better oppositions than I think it’s safe to say that it’s not a matter of if SCW’s World Title is going to be number twenty-one but just a matter of when. I’ve take a lot of pride in not being handed that opportunity when I could have because I don’t like handouts. The same can’t be said for the Harris’s or even Warren for that matter since she’s been HANDED a shot at Melissa’s strap if she can defeat her.
 
Melissa chimes in.
 
MELISSA: That’s a pretty big if.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Agreed.
 
Chris then states as he is lighting up the J.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Unlike Cal and Dawn we are rolling into this with an advantage because we already know each other. Hell, I signed Melissa and Goth to CCPE at the beginning of the year because they’ve proven themselves to be two of the best of the best. We’ve already got trust, we’ve already been through the honeymoon phase, and now it’s time for us to take advantage and exploit the many weaknesses that form the foundation of these two chodes.

Chris pulls deeply on the joint inhaling a quarter of it off rip as he sucks it back into his lungs before blowing out some picture perfect smoke rings that he points out to an unamused Melissa.
 
MELISSA: There is a lot that can be said when you know who your partner is, you know what they are capable of. Chris Page is a decorated icon in our industry. His name carries more weight in the thumbnail of his pinky than anyone will ever truly know, and he’s battletested.
 
Chris nods his head while placing his left hand across his heart and hits the joint again with his right before he states.

CHRIS PAGE: You forgot that I’m an arrogant prick, a dickbag, and any other name the haters of the world want to hurl at me in attempt to damage my reputation… but yet I’m still here, funny how that works out. It’s almost like lines in a sand where drawn be people who forgot they drew them.

Chris laughs loudly as he then breaks out into a fit of coughing.
 
MELISSA: I thought you recovered from that?

Chris gathers himself before he responds.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Depends on who you ask.
 
MELISSA: Well, I know what I’m not going to ask.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Ask me.
 
MELISSA: Nope.
 
CHRIS PAGE: I insist.

Chris takes another toke.
 
MELISSA: Not happening.
 
Chris simply shrugs his shoulders.
 
MELISSA: I wish I had some information on Dawn.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Who?
 
MELISSA: The chick teaming with Cal.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Oh her… ya know I got to be honest, I don’t keep tabs on the female division in Sin City since they’re one of the few companies that doesn’t allow intergender wrestling. If they’re not going to allow me to put my fist down her throat than I won’t allow them to take up much of my time. It’s a sad world of affairs when I don’t even know who they are, and I know just about everybody.
 
Chris takes another toke on his joint before flipping it off to the sidewalk.

MELISSA: Facts.
 
CHRIS PAGE: I mean I’d almost be content with watching you put on a clinic against her just because you can, and she can’t stop you. It would be mildly entertaining if you exploited her throughout the entire contest leaving Calvin on the apron holding his dick while fooling himself into thinking he wants a piece of this. It just takes one win at a time to get us to the promised land, and the way we’re going to do it is by outsmarting each and every duo that is brought before us like a couple of lambs being led to slaugher.
 
MELISSA: Every one has aspirations of going to the finals yet you’re all looking at the two that are going to take the entire tournament starting with the both of you. If you REALLY want this, prove it. Not only are the Savior’s ready, CCPE is ready.
 
CHRIS PAGE: And you’re looking at the man that sits at the head of that table; well, for CCPE that is.
 
Chris glances toward the camera and states.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Not to steal Mac’s thunder.
 
Chris winks and redirects to Melissa.
 
CHRIS PAGE: What else do you want to talk about?
 
MELISSA: We can talk about how my Bombshell Internet Championship isn’t going anywhere.
 
CHRIS PAGE: I think we’ve established that.
 
MELISSA: We could talk about Calvin’s past accomplishments.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Pfft, he’ll do that for us.
 
MELISSA: What about what’s next for those that come next?
 
CHRIS PAGE: Nah, then we’re overlooking them… and we’ve clearly established we’re not.
 
MELISSA: Ummmm… Wanna play a rousing game of Paper, Rock, Scissors to see who is going to start the match?
 
CHRIS PAGE: Should we really leave it up to chance?
 
MELISSA: I mean, if it’s the best two out of three?
 
Without hesitation Chris responds.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Deal.
 
Chris and Melissa get themselves in position.
 
CHRIS PAGE: One, two, three, shoot!
 
Melissa cuts through Chris’s paper with her scissors.
 
MELISSA: HAHA!
 
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t celebrate that fluke. You got one more to get.
 
They position themselves for Round Two.
 
CHRIS PAGE: One, two, three, shoot!
 
Melissa and Chris shoot scissors. They look at each other’s hand and then back up at each other, back down at their hands, and back up at their eyes.
 
MELISSA: Scissor me daddy Page!
 
Chris laughs under his breath before caving and scissoring Melissa’s hand with his scissor hand. They draw back as Melissa states.
 
MELISSA: Lose here it’s over.
 
They position themselves.
 
CHRIS PAGE: One, two, three, shoot!
 
Melissa takes the win crushing Chris’s scissors with her Rock.
 
CaHRIS PAGE: Well shit.
 
MELISSA: Maybe you won’t see the ring after all.

the two share a laugh before Melissa turns her attention back towards the camera, slowly turning her amused look into a serious one.
 
MELISSA: Just imagine how much the anticipation for this match has sky rocketed to new levels just by viewing this promo. Something that I am sure off that none of the marketing team of Sin City Wrestling could have ever asked for and for those in the back?? You are welcome.
 
CHRIS PAGE: I think we should trademark some of that, just in case we are going to lose out on some major money.
 
MELISSA: Just like we should be trademark our likeness rights, seeing that there are some people out there that want to be like us. Is that how we want to ride the coattails of the Saviors huh?? But just like me and Page are going to take care of our first round opponents before moving on.. we are going to take care of that mystery, because the Blast From The Past will lead to The Saviors, just like it did during the ancient Roman Empire that every road would lead to Rome. And there’s nothing that either two copy cats or the two of you can prevent us from winning this round and move on.

Just then two kids who clearly look like they’re teenagers clearly in a grunge phase of their young lives. One of them reaches down picking up the roach Chris thumped off to the side. He tried to take a pull off it.

CHRIS PAGE: YO!

Chris and Melissa walk over where Chris snatches the roach from his hand.

CHRIS PAGE: Don’t wease on someone else’s juice. If you want some all you have to do is ask.

TEENAGER: Do you have a dime bag?

Chris giggles under his breath before glancing over at Melissa.

CHRIS PAGE: Do people still buy those?

MELISSA: Apparently.

Melissa extends out her left hand with the palm up.

MELISSA: Fifteen bucks little man, put that shit in my hand! If you don’t then you know you owe me, owe me, ohhh…

Chris Page suddenly breaks out into song and day.

CHRIS PAGE: My JUNGLE LOVE! Owe, owe, owe, OHHHHHH! I just want a love ya!

The two teenage kids roll their eyes and reluctantly cough up the bucks, the transaction is made. 

MELISSA: Snoochie Boochies!

… To be continued.

I would boast and brag about defeating a Troll but the truth of the matter is that wasn’t worth bragging about. I was able to get myself back on track just as I envisioned, and ultimately that’s all that mattered. Big-time shoutout to Ken Davison for beating Finn so bad he took a vacation while shitting all over Sin City Wrestling in the process. Isn’t it intriguing in the slightest that someone TRIED so hard to win the title but apparently didn’t give a shit enough about it to “bring his best” opposite Ken? Ah, who are we kidding here all of that was to attempt to save what little face there is to save, and now Finn can go have a breakdown somewhere in the shadows pretending that anyone gave a shit about them, to begin with.

I digress.

It’s the Holiday Season, right? We’ve all just come off a hearty Thanksgiving, or at least here in the United States, but now the month of December is upon us which means Christmas is right around the corner. One of the many holidays we celebrate based on lies and deceit yet we teach our children that both are considered naughty and might end you up on the wrong side of a list from a fat fuck that doesn’t exist. It legit makes zero sense to me, yet here we are. My road to the SCW World Heavyweight Championship is in full swing, and mind you if I wanted that crack I could have had it. I mean, it was offered by the higher-ups… If I wanted to be that egotistical prick that I’m labeled as don’t you think I would have taken it? Maybe if I knocked off Goth at High Stakes I would have snatched that offer up in a second but the truth of the matter is unlike my upcoming opponent… I don’t like to be handed shit.

Good morrow, Mr. Knox.

Color me surprised to see you after retirement and all. Well, not really a shock since Sin City Wrestling is the SECOND company to bring this match to my attention while filling me in on HOW or WHY it’s even happening to begin with considering we WERE balls deep in a heated rivalry that YOU walked away from. It was interesting to hear Sin City and The Entity talk about this thing like it could be the greatest thing since sliced bread yet both seemed pretty fucking shocked that I knew nothing about YOUR conversations behind closed doors.

Fuck dude, you practically BEGGED for this which completely contradicts your own fucking words.


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I found plenty of peace, did you? Because from where the fuck I’m standing you’re the one clamoring to whoever will listen to get this match back inside a wrestling ring. Take your own advice, because while this MIGHT be a huge deal for most… this is just a waste of my fucking time. Enjoy your brush with greatness because this will be the last battle because there isn’t anything like being told to move on only to be pulled back by the very man that wanted nothing else to do with me after he got his win.

Fun fact.

I beat you first… and I’ll beat you last.

Welcome to the whipping post. I hope you’re prepared to take plenty of lashes.


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Tuesday
12.7.22
Page Estate
Las Vegas, Nevada
8:00 PM

Ft: Candice Wolf-Page

Continued from:
https://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=45232






[Off Camera]


Chris gazed up into the dark skies above only lit by the quarter moonlight with his arms crossed across his chest and a joint hanging off his bottom lip while taking a deep inhale. Chris is startled by Candice as she creeps up behind him giving him a “BOOOOO!”.

CHRIS PAGE: The fuck is your problem?!?!

Candice takes the joint from between Chris’s lips and starts pulling on it herself. She inhales before blowing out some smoke as she answers.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: You have been standing out here for almost an hour looking up at nothing in the sky, so maybe I should be asking you that question.[/purple]

Chris starts shaking his head from right to left ever so slightly while he answers as he turns his back to Candice and looks back up at the stars in the sky.

CHRIS PAGE: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking if I am being completely honest with you.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE:Babe we get it. You despise Christmas because it caters to lies. I promise that you’re not the only one that feels that way.

Chris turns back around facing his wife as she passes him the joint. The two walk over toward the massive outdoor covered kitchen where several high-end barstools line one side of the bar.

CHRIS PAGE: Yes I despise everything about Christmas but that’s not what is on my mind.

There is a stern tone in Chris’s voice, and Candice knowing her husband all too well pivots to appearing more concerned as Chris takes a toke off the joint,

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: What’s the issue, babe?

Well let’s take a look at that, shall we? I want you all to do yourselves a favor and look over the Card for Sunday’s show, and I want you to see how they are all labeled… all of them but one. When you get to Chris Page vs Matt Knox you’re going to see it’s listed as a Singles Challenge. Who made a challenge because it sure as hell wasn’t me and it COULDN’T have been Knoxy since by his own volition was over this situation four months ago. What suddenly changed, Matt? Any particular reason you seem to think that you can walk back into professional wrestling and get some clout on my name? Nah bruh, it was bad enough I carried you through this bullshit the first go around and I’ll be damned if I do it again. The truth is bud you’ve been sitting back stroking your cock til your heart's content, walking away from advertised meetings at the Tara Fenix Charity Event where YOU were supposed to be on the other side of the ring opposite Team Page but when I ran that twat Shitmaker out of the industry you weren’t that far behind him. Now I could waste my precious time and recap this entire deal but there really isn’t a need because throughout 2022 I’ve had so many more high-profile engagements that this one doesn’t crack my top 5, which is in a large part due to you. For a guy that once told me to move on you didn’t waste a lot of time knocking on my door begging for ole Chris Page to sprinkle some of his CCP dust upon you; no wait, you just told some people you did. Was this some cheap ploy to try and catch me slipping or something? I mean why else would a dude call two different promoters and tell them the SAME fucking story? Why didn’t you hit my line? It’s not like you haven’t before, so what makes THIS situation here and now different? It’s okay to plead the 5th now because I assure you when I’m done with you you’ll def be pleading it later. Self-incrimination is a bitch.

CHRIS PAGE: I’ve been visited by a ghost of wrestling’s past. ‘

Chris exhales some smoke as he glances over at Candice, lightly brushing her fiery red bangs over his right ear with his right hand and passing her the joint in his left.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: First it was flying caribou and now it’s ghosts from the past? I’m finding it hard to believe you’re anti-Christmas.

CHRIS PAGE: Yeah, I’m serious though. Next weekend is going to be a long one because I have that final Savage for the XWF on Saturday Night, and now I must pluck a Raven's feathers on Sunday Night in Sin City Wrestling.

Candice explodes from her barstool with sheer excitement breaking out into her own version of a happy dance while gleefully exclaiming.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: YOU DIDN’T TELL ME I WOULD SEE PAGE VERSUS JAMES RAVEN AGAIN!!

Candice slowly stops her happy dance routine as she sees the expression on Chris’s face has not wavered from that of stone-faced. Chris then starts to shake his head “no” before he breaks the news.

CHRIS PAGE: That ACTUALLY would be something exciting but actually it’s the other one.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I thought we were done with that?

She asks.

CHRIS PAGE: We were done with it, by we I’m talking about you and me. I’ll spare you the minor details but I got a call from SCW’s Christian AND from another organization spouting the same story. Knox has worked his way back into my path regardless of whether he’s wanted or not.

Thankfully I’ve always been one to make chicken salad out of chicken shit, and this outing will not be any different. I’m not going to lie, I found it hard to garner any real give a fucks about doing this until I happened upon my silver lining. Now, unlike Knox who has walked back through the doors only to walk away again in what, a month? Or is that generous? Nonetheless, when I was offered that shot at the World Title after we got through High Stakes I refused it because in my mind I haven’t earned it. You’d think that Knox would want to carve his path back to the top while establishing some credibility within himself because whatever this man touches turns to shit. Example A, Pro Wrestling Valor. Much like Valor was an established brand before being handed to Knox the Sin City World Heavyweight Championship is an established brand of this company, and ya failed when they gave ya that ball too!

It wasn’t until I found the silver lining that all of this might be worth just a little something, not because I’m going to be smacking around some second-rate, stale, egotistical prick like he owes me money… but because MY path in Sin City Wrestling is based on EARNING my opportunities, it’s about establishing my credibility, and it’s about WORKING my way to the top of the mountain. The only reason you have relevance in my world is that you did accept that handout from the SCW brass because you NEED that validation, you need that instant gratification to know that somewhere there’s some organization that WANTED you. Pretty sure those are few and far between.

CHRIS PAGE: Apparently the dude is like KISS, they retire, they come back, they retire, they come back, rinse repeat.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Well this just got interesting.

Chris gets up from his stool and rests his hands on his hips while letting out a deep sigh.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE:I mean it’s not like you can expect someone like that to be a man of his word. He never has.

CHRIS PAGE: Well not even what bothers me about it, and while it’s really a nonissue because Knox got his way and is getting me in the ring. The only thing that I care about is what happens when I beat him, again. Will this time be the time that he comes to the understanding that while he might be good he’s not great?

Knox has a lot of people fooled when it comes to how you pluck his feathers. He’s a guy that when you look up the word hypocritical you’ll see his picture in the dictionary. This is a dude that at one time slammed me for representing the elite of the elite in our industry citing that I need people around me to be successful when this dumb cuck has his own training facility where he TEACHES the younger generation how to do what I do so fucking well. You know there is an age-old saying for that, right? Those that can’t do, teach. What’s your excuse for surrounding yourself with students? Something else you’ve gotten a lot of people fooled with when it comes to you and your narrative rests with just how predictable you have become. I guarantee you and the rest of the world that when I sit through the drivel that you call a promotional package is that you won’t hit me, or try to. You’ll hit what is going on around me to mask the fact that when push comes to shove your well of material has not only run dry but that in your world you seriously think that it matters in the bigger picture. You can’t tell me I suck, you can’t say I’m overrated, you can’t say that I don’t deliver the goods if I choose to or when I choose to, you can’t hit CCPE since we’re still right here DOMINATING the very industry that YOU turned you back on yet claim with every breath in your lungs that you love and respect. Brother, the only thing you love in this world is yourself, and using people like me to make your return to the business means something.

Although I do wonder if you’re going to pull an OCW with this.

For those out there that might be scratching your head, Mr. Knox elected to take part in OCW’s Rumble in the Bronx and lasted a whopping three seconds before getting tossed over that top rope like the piece of shit he’s become in our industry; and while I got thrown out as well it sure as shit didn’t stop me from PROMOTING it while you sat in a dark corner fondling your testicles. Rumble in the Bronx is the epitome of what YOU do and HOW you carry yourself. You’ll make commitments only to back out of them, I should know seeing as the DPI was supposed to be our endgame until you elected to retire… go figure.

CHRIS PAGE: He’s a mere skidmark in this profession that can’t or won’t live in the present. He’s got to live in the past, he’s got to talk about the past, and he MUST rely on low-hanging fruit in order to get himself over. It’s just sad when you think about what he sees himself as versus what he truly is. I could easily tap into things he’s done, beatings he’s given me, or whatever adding fuel to the fire but ultimately that’s what he wants. He wants outside-the-ring activities to cloud judgments but the truth of the matter is when we’ve stepped foot inside the ring we are deadlocked. This will break that deadlock and maybe when he walks out with that hard “L” he will take his own advice and move the fuck on because I’m honestly tired of towing his anchor.

Candice blows out some smoke before taking the last pull on the joint before disposing of it in an ashtray on the outside bar.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Maybe this is what you need more than you think you do.

Confused by this Chris listens as Candice continues.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Humbling him on his return from “retirement” just in time for the holidays. If you believe in Christmas then perhaps one might say that Christmas has come early in this instance because you can go ahead and finally put the nail in the coffin of this feud that at one time had the wrestling industry in the palm of your hand.

CHRIS PAGE: I suppose this can be the last time I’m bothered with it. I mean, it’s not like I had a choice, right?

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: He did pull a bitch ass rook move on you to get it.

Chris giggles at the statement made by Candice.

CHRIS PAGE: Ah memories.

 Do you know what I actually like about this, Matt? You’ll see that since I rolled my eyes at this booking I haven’t muttered a single word on social media because that is reserved for opponents worth my time or energy while guys like you will be reduced to taking this brow-beating while looking directly at my middle finger every step of the way. What I enjoy about this rests with just how interesting it will be when all your snot-nosed kids, when that loose goosey wife of yours sits back and watches their hero fall under his own weight because he’s picked a fight with the wrong man on a wrong day. You won’t have your dogs to pile on to assist you within this war of the words… you remember them right? They’re the people YOU SURROUND YOURSELF WITH like you’ve thrown in my direction in reference to CCPE, you won’t have anyone but yourself and abilities to rely on when I’ve established that your best just isn’t ever going to be good enough.

Maybe I go ahead and punk your ass and take your spot in that title match.

Hey Christian, that sounds like an unbelievable idea.

Or better yet maybe I beat you, take your spot, and give it to the Troll because he’s done more in Sin City to warrant it than you have lately… not to mention when it comes to trolling your game is weak as fuck. This is just becoming way too easy at this point man, are you sure that I was the right guy for you to pick this fight with coming off of a lengthy hiatus? You are supposed to be some kind of legend, supposed to be smart and cunning only to have shit the bed immediately upon lacing your boots. You had better go ahead and start figuring out a concession speech while standing in front of a mirror for everything that you will hurl in my direction isn’t anything more than your own insecurities for deep down inside you KNOW that you aren’t anywhere near the level of an icon than Chris Page.

The truth is when it comes to you is that you WANT to be me.

Yup, I said it.

You want to hold the industry in the palm of your hand, you want to be sought out by every major company, you want to hit every major show held by every MAJOR promotion across the world, and you want to be the center of the wrestling world. You try so hard to insert yourself into the business of everyone else that HAS what you WANT… but what pisses you off when it comes to me is I don’t have to put up the effort, I do all of this without breaking a sweat while you struggle to keep up. You fail to comprehend just how desperate you look when you chase down those with real clout that you end up looking like the court jester.

CHRIS PAGE: I know what I have to do.

Chris gazes up into the starlit Las Vegas sky when suddenly something darts across from right to left.

CHRIS PAGE: That fucking Caribou!

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12/8/22
CCP’S High Note Cannabis Dispensary
Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas

Featuring: Denzel Porter

[On Camera]

It was early on Thursday morning as we catch up with Chris Page who is inside the High Note at The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas, just one of many stores and shops on-site for consumerism. Chris is in front of a glass case that houses all the flower products in different size glass mason jars, all labeled. He hears a knock on the glass double doors and upon spinning around a smile graces his face to see one of his dear friends and Professional Wrestling’s lead journalist…





Denzel Porter.

Chris walks across the stained wooden floor and unlocks the doors allowing Denzel to enter before locking it back up.

CHRIS PAGE: Glad to see you made it.

DENZEL PORTER: I know how busy you can get so if there is ever a time to catch up on things I won’t miss it.

Denzel takes a look around the High Note as this is his first time inside the establishment.

DENZEL PORTER: This is a nice place you have here.

CHRIS PAGE: Thanks Porter, I’ll be sure to tell Candice you mentioned it. She put a lot of thought and energy into not only the High Note but everything you see from the moment you walk through our doors til the moment you leave.

DENZEL PORTER: How is Candice anyway? It’s been a while since I’ve caught up with her.

The two walk back across the lobby floor as Chris answers.

CHRIS PAGE: If we could have linked up earlier this week you could have asked her yourself but she headed back to Manhattan last night. She’s good though, always working her ass off like me. One of the many things we have in common.

They reach a glass counter that has various THC cartridges as Chris goes back to the flower. He pulls out a jar, twisting off the top and taking out a light green, fluffy bud. Page twists the top back on the jar and puts it back in place.

CHRIS PAGE: Surely you don’t mind if I chief while we go over a few things?

DENZEL PORTER: Naw man you’re good.

With a head nod and motion from Chris they make their way over to a smoking area. Chris takes a seat on a black leather couch while Denzel takes a seat in a matching leather chair positioned across from the couch with a glass coffee table between them. Chris puts the bud in a grinder and starts grinding it up into shakes.

The intoxicating scent fills the room garnering some sniffs up in the air from Mr. Porter.

DENZEL PORTER: It smells delicious.

CHRIS PAGE: It’s rather tasty too.

Chris empties the shake out onto the glass top before pulling out some papers and proceeds to roll up a joint.

DENZEL PORTER: I see you got a pretty big deal in Sin City Sunday Night…

I wouldn’t consider it a big deal, I’d consider it just another Sunday when you look at the level of competition standing on the other side of the ring; or should I say lack thereof? Knox thrives in places where he can manipulate the system, he thrives against opponents that will dance to the beat of his drum, and he will always look out for himself before putting anyone else first. Nothing about Knox’s skills or abilities suggests that he can repeat his last performance opposite of me in the confines of Uprising.

Knox has more holes in his game than swiss cheese and I’m the right one to expose it before he walks into another Championship opportunity that wasn’t earned.

Seems charity cases are a thing again.

DENZEL PORTER: I was kind of shocked to see you versus Knox booked because I know we had talked about ending things at the DPI.

Chris finishes rolling the joint and sparks it up before answering.

CHRIS PAGE: That sounds like you need to be talking to him because I have heard a peep from him in nearly four months. The last I was told was to find peace elsewhere, and I did. Nobody was more shocked than I was to get those phone calls from Christian and Smash pitching me the same thing. It looks like screwing me over way back then and screwing over one company over the other seems to be his deal.

Chris exhales his smoke as he looks over at Denzel while continuing.

CHRIS PAGE: I don’t business like that. I called up Smash over at the Entity and asked him if he knew SCW had booked this match and that I have no interest in moving forward with running it back again. Shockingly they hadn’t been communicated with over it.

Denzel simply shakes his head.

CHRIS PAGE: Needless to say I’ll take Griffin Hawkins over Matt Knox at the DPI any day of the week.

You did tell me to find peace elsewhere, right?

That explains why you have such a hard-on to get this done now, it speaks volumes about why there hasn’t been any communication, it explains so much because you just couldn’t stay away from me. I had no clue I occupied so much free real estate inside Knox’s head that it would come to this. Unfortunately for you my dear lad you’ve come barking up the wrong tree at the wrong time. I’ve had my fall from grace within the ranks of Sin City Wrestling, and I’m okay with that. It doesn’t take away from the global presence, the global force that my name carries with it while yours equates to ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag. Guys like you get eaten up by guys like me on a regular, Sunday night isn’t going to be any different. I have now made it my mission to smack not only the taste out of your mouth but to make you the bitch of your upcoming Four Way affair. This company just had a fuckboy as its Champion and the last thing it needs is for another one with the only difference the last name would be Knox.

CHRIS PAGE: It’s just a shame he felt the need to be a bitch and run away so many months ago.

DENZEL PORTER: How are you going to handle him? Isn’t this his first match back?

CHRIS PAGE: What do you mean how am I going to handle it? I’ll handle it the same way I’ve handled any other situation when it comes to an athlete looking to get a rub off my name, I’m going to embarrass him.

Let’s be fair it doesn’t take a lot to embarrass the single biggest walking contradiction your industry has to offer because all you have to do is wait for him to open his cock sucker. He's one of those cats that do it to himself with the words he elects to speak and the facade he puts up versus the man’s own actions; if you call him a man. He’s made a career out of low-hanging fruit because the dude can’t cut a promo without it. Hey, I’m not knocking it by any means more so than I am pointing out the obvious.

CHRIS PAGE: He picked the wrong guy to try and forge a comeback off of because I honestly don’t give a fuck about him or what he’s trying to accomplish over what I am GOING to accomplish in just a few short days.

Hell, it wouldn’t overly shock me if Knox doesn’t even open his mouth to promote this event. When it comes to being consistent he doesn’t know a whole hell of a lot about it unless it revolves around being exposed as a dude that’s all sizzle and no fucking steak when push comes to shove. One thing you never have to worry about with me is if I’m going to give you the best I got, one thing the promotors around the world will agree on is how my work ethic supersedes ninety-nine point nine percent of every other man or woman that chooses to lace a pair of boots. It’s probably why I’m the object of people's affection while very few people even realized you were gone.

Jesus that’s got to suck for someone who has an ego the size of the United States.

It’s a bitter pill to swallow.

Don’t choke on it.

CHRIS PAGE: Knox is about to find out that I’m the last mother fucker on the planet that plays politics behind that curtain, he’s about to find out what happens to those I gift with my time in a company where I am going to be closing out the end of my in-ring career.

Chris leans back into the couch while another toke off his joint.

DENZEL PORTER: Even if it’s not happening at the DPI I am glad to see that it’s finally happening. I hope Matt can find whatever closure he needs to find.

Exhaling smoke Chris responds.

CHRIS PAGE: I don’t give a fuck about his closure. I just want him to heed his own advice and find his peace elsewhere because I’m tired of carrying all these supposedly “talented” “legends” that couldn’t book their way out of a wet paper sack. Pfft.

You have found yourself with your back against the wall, dear Knox. This isn’t about CCPE, this isn’t about if I’m fat or skinny, this isn’t about sophomoric insults that you’ve recycled time, after time, after time, this isn’t about your lack of creativity or how YOU must rely on other people to carry your weak ass from one show to the next, this isn’t about being jumped at the Velvet Rabbit, it’s not even about when I showed up to your house and handled that skank you call a wife or a newborn at the time. Nah bruh, this is about how YOU can’t seem to move on, this is about how YOU are desperate for my attention, this is about how YOU will fall flat on your face for the world to see, it’s about how YOUR own kids in the business despise the ground you walk on, it’s about how YOU are so starved for attention or affection that you need to be coddled.

Well buttercup, I don’t deal with coddling.

I don’t fuck around with chumps.

I work with those that want to work not those that want to exploit a program for their own malicious gain in our industry; and you sir, are the latter.

CHRIS PAGE: That fuckboy isn’t going to know what hit him when I’m through with him while stamping an exclamation point on the fact that we all know that I shall re-enforce. Chris Page will always be greater than Matt Knox.

Chris shoots a wink at Denzel while bringing the joint back to his lips. He takes a smooth toke, inhaling deeply while making the next statement.

CHRIS PAGE: Unfortunately for the king of Indian ink he isn’t why I wanted you to stop by, my man. He’s taken up enough of my time, to be honest as he’s gotten more of my attention than I initially wanted to give him.

DENZEL PORTER: Oh yeah? I just kind of assumed it was business related.

Chris blows out several smoke rings before he continues.

CHRIS PAGE: Oh no doubt it’s about business but just not that piece of business. He’s the light work for the week. The business aspect comes into play with the WGWF.

For those unfamiliar I re-opened my own federation over three months ago. I grew tired of some of the standards and practices in our industry and figured it was as good of a time as any to shut the hater's mouths once and for all.

CHRIS PAGE: And CCPE vs The World.

Who can forget that? It’s the single biggest one-night event that all the CCPE haters could have come together to shut our mouths but guys like Matt Knox, Bert, and a host of others that jock rode didn’t even bother to answer the call, but ya know… they WANTED a piece soooo bad. Yeah, fucking right.

DENZEL PORTER: I’m listening.

CHRIS PAGE: When it comes to the West Coast Rumble I wanted to give you a personal invitation to stop by CCPE Arena and catch out our return to Pay-Per-View. You can come incognito or we can make a promotional deal about it, that is if you elect to stop by. It’s going to be an incredible night that will be capped off by crowning the new WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.

There is a pause from Chris before he then states.

CHRIS PAGE: I can’t say the same for CCPE versus The World because that is an event that I need ya to put on the work cap. I want you a part of the program as the very special guest ring announcer for the event.

Denzel then asks.

DENZEL PORTER: What are the dates?

CHRIS PAGE: January 2nd for the WGWF and January 22nd for versus the World.

Denzel pulls out his cell phone and starts to check his calendar before taking his attention back toward Chris Page.

DENZEL PORTER: I’m clear on both of those dates, let’s do it.

CHRIS PAGE: My dawg.

Porter cocks his head at Page giving him a wtf side-eye.

CHRIS PAGE: I’m down with the lingo, it’s cool.

Chris looks at the joint and then over a Denzel as he slightly ways offers it. Denzel cuts his eyes to the right hand of Page, eyeing up the doubie as the scene fades to black.


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The loud clasps of thunder from the skies above causes the ground to rattle underneath your feet followed by flashes of lightning striking down with a great vengeance. The voice of Chris Page is heard as the camera pans around the unknown surroundings.

CHRIS PAGE: This is what it all boils down to, right Knox? The moment that you brought your out of Shady Pines and caused you to dawn the tights for one last run, yet you’ve intentionally put yourself in my path.

We get a tight shot on Chris from mid-shoulders to the top of his head. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail while his hands rest around a long, wooden handle.

CHRIS PAGE: The lack of attention started eating away at you, didn’t it? Don’t worry, little man, I’ll give you all the attention you ever desired while making sure there isn’t anything left of you for anyone else. You’ve inserted yourself into my business for the last time, and what better way to end this than in an organization that I’ve run into some struggles with while in the same breath the same federation that you’ve found some success in? Neutral ground, right? For the life of me, I cannot figure out why I am so important to you because one would think if you have so much hate in your veins for yours truly that maybe you would have shown up at Tara’s Charity Event, maybe you would have stepped up to the plate for a shot at shutting our mouths at CCPE vs The World…. But what did you do?

Chris softly laughs under his breath before he states.

CHRIS PAGE: You ran like a bitch… ass… rook. Now I’m sure you’re going to paint this grandiose picture with your narrative, perhaps citing other people in the process… but what does that have to do with you and me? I’m not going to allow you to twist things, I’m not going to give you the room to do anything but OWN this loss that’s coming your way by my hands. For weeks I’ve been talking about earning my shot, what better way to earn than by clipping your fucking wings off-rip.

I can see it now, it all ends before it begins and Mathew Knox disappears into the shadows never to be heard from again…. For another three months. I applaud your attempts, but you’re bringing a knife to a gunfight. I’ll look forward to taking your excuse of a low blow away from you by cleaning your clock straight up for the WORLD to see!

CHRIS PAGE: Win, lose, or draw I want to be perfectly clear with you… I’ll speak slowly so that you can comprehend. I…… Am…… Done…. With…. You. Did you understand? I hope so, but if not I’m sure someone will break it down for you, but unlike you, I mean it. The rivalry comes to a close… and with it, so do you.

The camera pans back revealing an empty gravesite with a freshly dug plot. The camera switches six feet deep with Chris now peering down inside.

CHRIS PAGE: Every action has an equal to opposite reaction, every choice has consequences, and consequences have repercussions. Welcome to your funeral, Mr. Knox. I knew you’d come.

I hate when people assume.

Why not just ask? It’s not like I have any issues speaking my mind regardless of popular opinion or not. I once billed myself as the most controversial man on the planet because I would say the things that many people think about but don’t have the guts to say. At some point the industry got weak, the skin got thin, and now instead of exercising your God-given right to freedom of speech or expression people would rather say “that offends me”.

Get.

The.

Fuck.

Over.

It.

Do you know what we used to do back in the day when we had a problem with someone? We addressed it. When I have an issue with some even to this day, I will handle it with them until I see that the scale of stupidity reads tilt before I concede to wasting my time. We have a lot of fake fuckers in our midst daily; they’re people you call “bosses” down to the trolls looking to push their narratives while burying the facts.

I say all that to say… I have a problem.

… And now we’re going to find a way to solve it.

Goth, I stepped to you on Climax Control and leveled you with some truth. This company doesn’t care about you or me because we are only here to sell tickets to fanbases that we cater to. We are a dying breed, but yet our graves aren’t dug just yet. We are on the same track, and collectively we can motivate each other to a level that the youngsters won’t be able to touch while they trip over their feelings because I said I was interested in watching their match.

… Thanks for the free real estate, Finn.

It baffles my mind how uppity some of these fuckboys can get.

Nevertheless, I won’t allow the bad feelings of lesser talent to detract me from my point that it’s not a matter of if more so than a matter of when before I snag number nineteen at the expense of any prominent World Champion in the industry today. Over the last fourteen months, I haven’t been focused on gaining gold when you look at my bigger picture but now is the time to go ahead and show the rest of you chump stains exactly why I am the man, why I not only operate the premiere talent agency that represents the elite of our business; but also why my organization that’s right up the street in Vegas has been around a month and has more traction than most places that have been here for years. It continues with this upcoming edition of Climax Control as the powers that be have thought kindly enough to throw me another creampuff that’s more of a waste of my time than a challenge. What happened to test me? What happened to putting me in the ring with the legitimate competition? This isn’t a challenge, it’s a fucking insult.


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10.13.22
Cancun, Mexico
La Blanc Spa Resort
1:00 PM

Featuring: Candice Wolf-Page


The scene opens on the coast of Cancun, Mexico at the La Blanc Spa and Resort.





The white sands on the beachline where several private canopies rest is where we are drawn to where we find Chris Page and Candice Wolf-Page each laid out on a lounge chair with a small oval table with a glass top sitting between the chairs which have some drinks for the couple resting on it. Candice sports a sexy string two-piece bikini, cherry red with a pair of Black Gucci shades covering her eyes. In contrast, Chris Page sports surfer-style board shorts, red with black trim, his luscious head of hair pulled back into a ponytail, and black Aviators covering his eyes. As Chris states, the sounds of the waves crashing down upon the sandy white beach are heard off in the distance.

CHRIS PAGE: This is precisely what we needed.

It's not a secrete that both Candice and I have been burning the candles at both ends throughout the majority of 2022 with our careers, our marriage, the opening of the Rabbit Vegas, the relaunch of the WGWF, the Supershows, the media programs, and all points in between. Kicking back on the beach, no cellphones, the serenity alone was worth the price of admission.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Who are you telling?! This is fantastic. No kids, no work, nothing but me and you.

Chris sarcastically responds.

CHRIS PAGE: And alcohol.

Candice kicks her head toward Chris casually lowering her shades.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: You do know the way to a girl's heart,

CHRIS PAGE: Omlettes?

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Those too.

Candice then states.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: But in all seriousness are you enjoying yourself? I mean this is the first break you’ve taken since I’ve known you.

Chris gets to an upright position on his lounge chair as his feet touch down upon the grains of white sand.

CHRIS PAGE: It feels pretty good to unplug for a day or two, but it’s not like I’m not right back on the grind as soon as we get back to Vegas with that Sin City deal on Sunday and Tara’s show coming up a few weeks later. So yeah, I’m enjoying the time with you without all the distractions of a jilted ex-husband that can’t seem to stop talking about your vagina as a way to insert conflict between the two of you.

It never ceases to amaze me how bitter some people can be on one hand while placating for change on the other. Eh, it seems to be the standard with that circle jerk.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I’ll handle him.

CHRIS PAGE: The last thing I am is worried about him or his crew of minions. It’s just funny the length some will stoop for a little bit of attention.

Speaking of attention, Agostino Romano, this is the point where I tell you that you now have my undivided. Things might not have shaken my way two weeks ago in that Fatal Four Way but the quest to fulfill destiny is still underway even if some schmuck lost it for me in that instance. My road now apparently intersects with you in what will be anything but a competitive outing for you.

Cocky statement?

Absolutely.

Yet from what I’ve seen from you not only is talking a huge selling point but neither is getting things done between those ropes when you’re looking across the ring at anyone representing CCPE. Mac did just crush you not too long ago, right? And no, this isn’t just because Mac did it means I can do it speech- it’s a fact that your glass ceiling is making the stars look good; brother,  look no further because you’ve got your eyes feasted upon one of the biggest in the industry.

I’m that no fucks given kinda guy thriving in a world that is worried about hurting feelings… then I’m the last dude you or anyone else needs to step to.

My eyes are firmly locked on the prize that I’ve come to Sin City Wrestling to take… you ain’t it.

CHRIS PAGE: Regardless of all that extra I’m not the only person who needed this. You did too. You’ve been busting your ass with both the Rabbits and that shit isn’t easy.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I do enjoy being in paradise. I’m going to hate going back to the real world.

CHRIS PAGE: Did you want to come to Laughlin on Sunday? I mean, I know we’re back late Saturday Night… but what better way to kill the rest of the vacation than by coming with me and seeing me perform.

I’ve made a lot of headlines as of late, and while most of them I can give two shits about… but while I will be dealing with you I can only hope that Goth is paying close attention from the sidelines while I take that next step toward the goal at hand. You don’t get into title contention sitting on the sidelines or making a standard of showing up for segment work.

You get into contention by competing as frequently as possible against any comers.

I’ll be the first to admit that being thrust into a contender match off jump street wasn’t how I wanted to make my official debut because I’d much rather put in some real work to officially earn the shot and warrant the involvement in the conversation. Mr. A, you are the first roadblock on my way back to the top. I hope that you show up and do your job… eat more cheeseburgers if you want to get past me, it worked out so well for you to deal with Mac, right?

I do owe you and the rest of the roster an apology.

I don’t usually wait until the final hours to speak out, it’s been a busy week with vacation and working in some time to even deal with the lack of competition you’re going to present. I usually poke fun at those that have to wait until the final sands in those hourglasses run out to open their cock suckers while spouting out to whoever will listen that they are trendsetting or game-changing by any means. It doesn’t take talent to sandbag. It takes talent to speak first and overcome those that lack the drive or creativity to muster through a promotional package.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Is that an invitation?

Chris removes his shades exposing his baby blue eyes.

CHRIS PAGE: Since when do you give a shit about an invitation?

Candice giggles under her breath before responding.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Good point.

CHRIS PAGE: See.

Chris winks at Candice before getting out of his lounge chair. He reaches his left hand down toward his lovely bride. Candice responds by reaching up and taking Chris’s hand. Chris pulls her up and out of her chair where he brings her in for a bear hug. CCP picks Candice up and twirls her in the air under the confines of their canopy before lightly putting her feet down on the sand. Candice leans up planting her luscious lips against Chris’s.

Candice pulls her head away as Chris releases his bear hug after a couple of squeezes on the glorious backside of his wife.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Don’t start something you can’t finish.

Chris immediately gives Candice a “People’s Eyebrow” before stating.

CHRIS PAGE: Is that a threat?

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: You tell me.

CHRIS PAGE: My, my, Miss. Page… are you trying to seduce me?

Candice steps up where she takes Chris by the waistband of his surfer shorts.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: No.

Candice then mouths the word “yes” which causes a sly smirk to grace Chris’s face before he responds to her.

CHRIS PAGE: I think it’s time we head up to the room for a bit.

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2 Hours Later.

A Go-Pro kicks on to see Chris Page sitting in front of it at a desk in the bedroom of his penthouse suite at La Blanc Spa Resort in Cancun, Mexico. He’s dressed in nothing but a white robe, his hair is a mess, and a lit joint hangs from his lips. Chris takes a toke before pulling the joint away as he inhales before exhaling.

CHRIS PAGE: Ya know I’m not a happy camper to have to cut into my vacation to speak on a man that can barely hold my attention. Three times you’ve been Internet Champion… but what else? What else have you done within the realm of Sin City Wrestling?

Chris blows out a few smoke rings before he answers.

CHRIS PAGE: Jack shit.

Chris leans back in his chair while taking another toke from the joint.

CHRIS PAGE: I’m not discounting you over that but I am discounting you as a threat to me while I am on my path to the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. This isn’t anything new to me; being in chase mode, I have more fun that way because it allows me to smack around guys like you while “proving” my worth.

Chris blows out some more smoke before he continues.

CHRIS PAGE: I am more prone to leaving no stone unturned along this path. Unfortunately for you Romano you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time against the wrong opponent because I am going to use your body to send a message to anyone that thinks they have what it takes to deal with me one on one. I’m an equal opportunity ass kicker. Something you’re going to fully understand come to the closing bell of our encounter on Climax Control.

To be fair I don’t hate you or despise you because I don’t know you for you to invoke that kind of emotional response. What you need to understand is that a majority of my losses throughout 2022 are in multi-person affairs. When it comes to singles I’m in a league of my own. I don’t run around in packs playing the numbers game when it’s one on one because I show up and deliver all on my own and am more of a threat than anyone will give me credit for.

… probably because I don’t kiss ass

… and because I’ll tell anyone to fuck off when they’re in the wrong regardless if it’s the “popular” opinion. Don’t you hate it when people are fake as fuck?

CHRIS PAGE: I do want you to know that the thrashing that’s coming your way isn’t personal, it’s business. You happen to be the guy the powers that be selected for me run roughshod over while on my way to High Stakes.  You can keep your record-breaking reign at being subpar in a bigger picture while showing you why I’m the living goddamn legend.

Chris exhales the smoke upward.

CHRIS PAGE: One jabroni after another until they all fall. I can only hope that you’re paying attention, Goth. I tried to reason with you last week so now I’ll just show you that everything I said was true. We can help each other get ourselves back to the top of the industry, and we can motivate each other to strive to keep our heads in the ballgame because YOU know that we took ourselves out of that equation and left a weak man to get beat by a dude that takes compliments poorly. Yeah, this is definitely the “new” era of our sport… and frankly, it’s trash.

In today’s era everyone wants to express an opinion but NOBODY wants accountability. You fuckboys and girls would rather shoot your mouths off on social media where your buddies can pile on behind you versus, I don’t know, getting in the ring and fighting. The entitlement train isn’t leaving the station anytime soon when you see your name across from mine on a marque or run sheet. When you get in the ring with me one on one you’re going to know that you’ve been in the damnedest dogfight you’ll ever be involved in.

,,, but if you win…

You’ll have also earned it.

[color=green[CHRIS PAGE:[/color] If I have to wage this war against the younger, entitled generation by myself then that is exactly what I’m going to do. I don’t give a shit about your feelings, I could care less if I offend you, and the last thing I need is any of your endorsements because when your name is Chris Page the last thing you are is cancelable. I am going to use Climax Control to get back on track, I’ll parlay that into High Stakes when I will not only make another example… but I’ll leave a bloody impression.

Candice enters the screen in her own white robe while Chris takes another toke off the joint. Candice takes the joint from Chris’s lips and takes a toke of her own before simply saying one word.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Vacation.

Chris shrugs his shoulders before turning off the Go Pro.

One of the many questions I’ve been asked when it comes to Sin City Wrestling is why I would accept Christian's invitation to partake in your upcoming Pay-Per-View event after my last outing here was less than stellar.

 It’s simple. Redemption.

See it’s not every day that I am not successful in whatever ventures I am undertaking regardless if it’s traveling the entire spectrum competing against the best of the best, if it’s signing elite talent to CCPE, running my supershows, or even doing “Down the Rabbit Hole”, “Cult Radio”, “5BW Radio”, and even my own “Smoke Sessions”.

Sin City Wrestling has yet to be owned.

Until now.

It’s taken several months to get back this way but alas here I am poised to tackle whatever is coming my way, and low and behold if my challenge wasn’t answered by one of the very men that served my downfall the first go around.

Ben Jordan.

I won’t forget that bitter taste of defeat; nobody has taken it more personally than I have. The way I see it is I let Mac Bane down when I ate that fateful pinfall. Still, since then that’s been more than rectified when you look at what’s transpiring outside the SCW bubble and see that we are collectively owning a pair of gloves from Level Up… but this isn’t Level Up which means that I MUST rewrite history at the expense of any and everyone that crosses my path. My quest for redemption starts on ClimaxControl where I’m once again tasked for tag team action as I team with the very man that I will battle; it’s not the first or last time the words strange bedfellows have reared their face.

I don’t have any animosity toward you, Ben.

I was elated to see that you answered the call to dance with the devil under the pale moonlight, but that is then and this is now. The only thing I want or need from you is for you to show up and live up to your reputation as I shall do myself. You’re looked at in legendary form around these parts while I am looked at as an Icon across the entire business. There’s no reason why we can’t come together on this one night and make some goddamn noise.

What do you say, Ben?

Do you want to rearrange a few faces?

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SPLAT SOUND STAGE 2
The Assassin
8/16/22
7:45 AM

Featuring: Candice Wolf-Page and Mac Bane


It was early in the morning on Tuesday with shooting for Splat’s The Assassin which premiers on New Year’s Eve as the scene opens to find Chris in the kitchen of his trailer brewing a pot of coffee as he’s rolled out of bed just a few minutes prior. The smell of the Columbian beans brewing invades the air as it drifts down the small hallway toward the bedroom where Candice Wolf-Page is still knocked out.

God, I miss the days of sleeping until noonish.

The smell of the coffee brewing is enough to rouse Candice from her sleep unknown to Chris who opens a cupboard and retrieves two coffee cups. He begins to pour as Candice has now gotten out of bed and has put on a long shirt to cover her naked body as she comes out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the kitchen where she nearly runs into Page as he is bringing her a cup of joe.

CHRIS PAGE: Goddamn! Scared the shit outta me.

Chris states as he nearly spills the piping hot coffee all over himself. Candice merely takes the cup from Chris’s hand as she takes a seat at the kitchen table leaving Chris to retrieve his cup on the kitchen counter.

CHRIS PAGE: Good morning to you too.

Candice holds up the index finger on her right hand while taking her first sip from the mug before responding.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Now I can talk.

If you don’t know my wife one of the first things you’ll learn is communicating before she has a cup of coffee in the mornings is almost a death sentence all on its own.

CHRIS PAGE: Well good morning to you too.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Morning to me is noonish.

CHRIS PAGE: Good point.

Chris takes a seat across from Candice and takes a sip from his cup as well.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: What is on the agenda this week?

Candice asks.

CHRIS PAGE: Outside of shooting this flick for Splat? Just two appearances; one Friday with SCW, Uprising vs Knox, and one Monday for IIW.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Only three? Shocking.

My adventures across the wrestling world over the last year have brought not only my name but my reputation within the business to an all-time high. I knew when I took on this undertaking that it wasn’t going to be easy, that it was going to be a lot of work, and that if I played my cards right my name would be on the tips of the tongues of the masses throughout the profession.

I didn’t lie.

There isn’t ONE person in this business that commands the attention, that moves the needle more than Chris Page. It’s something that I busted my ass to achieve, and it’s something that I will continue to bust my ass to keep. Let’s be fair, I don’t have to try hard at this point, and while there’s a plethora of talents nipping at my heels I’ve run out of charity cases to give.

CHRIS PAGE: I know, I know… it’s not six.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: So it’s an improvement.

Candice responds.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Any particular reason you’re heading back to Sin City? I didn’t think you had a pleasant experience the first go around.

CHRIS PAGE: Losing is never pleasant but I can’t pass up the chance for redemption. Christian approached me with this opportunity that I couldn’t pass up. Not only do I have the chance to redeem myself, which I will, but I also have a chance to get in the green and not the red with back-to-back wins.

Let’s take a minute and discuss just who is standing across the ring from the unlikely duo of Ben and me. Kenny, I missed you at the Cup brother. How did it feel knowing that the only tournament match on my entire card that had to be pulled completely was yours and Betsy’s? It’s good to know you’ll show up for title opportunities versus agreeing to take part in a program and just not show up for it. How hard was it to get to Manhattan? You had issues, maybe I should have created a defunct Championship and you would have bothered to have met your contractual obligation.

Ah man, I’m just joshin’ ya.

Says more about you than it does anyone else that you didn’t bother to show up, but never in a million years did I expect to be able to exact a little revenge upon you myself so shortly after The Cup. I will say it’s good to see you getting out from underneath that UGWC rock as you are now set to tangle with SCW’s one-man wrecking crew that is known the world over as Mac Bane…  if I leave enough meat on the bone to quench his hunger.

CHRIS PAGE: It’s a two-shot deal, a tag match, and a singles match. I’m looking forward to doing it. I’m on a redemption tour with SCW. I’ve made no bones about it that coming up short the first go around bothered me more than it probably should have but that’s because I let down Mac Bane.

One of the many things I tell all my clients within CCPE when it comes to Chris Page is that I lead by example. The last thing that epitomizes that sentiment is stepping up to team with someone like Mac and not living up to the hype. I’ve since made that up to Mr. Bane elsewhere but THIS is his home. I often wondered if I’d find my way back here, and be able to not only come back but to be met with someone like Ben Jordan that was on the opposite side of the ring upon my first failure.

Talk about bringing things full circle, right?

If nothing it’s an opportunity, and that’s all I have ever asked for.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Are you in Reno? If so, I’ll come with.

Chris quietly sips from his mug glancing away from Candice to avoid eye contact.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Chris?

Chris closes his eyes while biting at his lower lip before responding with.

CHRIS PAGE: India.

Chris opens his eyes to see his lovely bride simply shaking her head.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: One day you’ll learn.

Let’s keep it real because I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve talked to Candice about slowing the fuck down. Over the last year or so I believe I’ve cemented myself as one of the greatest of all time on the schedule I cut alone. There aren’t many out there that will go from brand to brand as successful as I have been without changing my style to conform or my approach to each booking that has come my way.

This isn’t going to be any different.

I say that I’m dangerous enough when I just show up and lace my boots, but unlike the last go around I saw the error of my ways. I say that to say that fast forward I’m making this return with a chip on my shoulder makes me even more dangerous.

CHRIS PAGE: Is that your way of saying that you’re not wanting to come along? It could be fun.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: This is going to cost you.

Candice states with sarcasm exuding from her tone while she winks at Chris before taking a drink from her mug. There’s a knock heard coming from the trailer door catching Chris by surprise.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Who's that? You’re not due on set for another hour or so.

Chris walks around the island counter toward the front door where he peers through the peephole. He turns back around toward Candice as he states.

CHRIS PAGE: It’s Mac. I forgot I asked him to pop by.

Candice nods as she gets up from the kitchen table. She walks over to kiss Chris.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: I’ll be in the back.

Candice snags her mug of coffee and heads back down the hallway closing the bedroom door behind her. Chris turns back around and Mac knocks on the door a second time. Chris opens the door to see not only his client, his friend, and the current SCW World Heavyweight Champion… Mac Bane.




CHRIS PAGE: Mac!

Chris steps to the side welcoming Mac to come inside which he does as he steps up into the trailer on set.

MAC BANE: Chris.

Mac states as he enters and Chris closes the door behind him. Chris motions for Mac to take a seat in the living area on the loveseat. Mac obliged as he took his seat.

CHRIS PAGE: Do you want some coffee or anything?

MAC BANE: Nah man I’m good.

Chris nods as he takes his coffee mug off the kitchen counter where he takes a seat in a recliner next to the loveseat. He takes a drink of coffee before putting it on a side table next to the recliner itself.

CHRIS PAGE: You ready for tonight, brother?

Natural reference to the Multiplayer Tournament appearance for the two later on tonight.

MAC BANE: I’m always ready to rewrite a few wrongs.

Chris nods.

MAC BANE: But I’m pretty sure you didn’t ask me to come by to talk about Level Up.

CHRIS PAGE: You’d be correct.

I’m sure if anyone has seen the upcoming card for Climax Control then you know that Mac Bane is not only a member of CCPE, not only is he the current SCW World Champion, but he is also dawning the stripes to call this tag team special attraction. The speculation is already in the air about his relationship with me and Kenny. 

CHRIS PAGE: You know as well as I do part of what I want to talk to you about is Climax Control.

Mac settles into the loveseat knowing this conversation was coming, yet not knowing the context is the true mystery.

CHRIS PAGE: Before you jump to any conclusions, I wanted to take a few minutes to go ahead and squash this notion that you are going to be put in some sort of spot having to officiate between me and Ken.

The first thing I want to address with Mac being the referee is how wrong you would be if you think he’s going to show me any favoritism. Mac knows how important it is for me to come back to SCW and put some respect on my name after the last debacle.

CHRIS PAGE: The way I see it is when you are wearing those stripes you are the law and order in the squared circle. You won’t have to worry about me ignoring you or disrespecting the position that you’ve been placed in. I highly doubt Ken would ask for favors either, he’d want you to call it down the middle as well.

Safe to say we can squash any of that nonsense and let this rest between two teams that are going to take center stage to show the world exactly what we’re all made of. All four of us are in the same fucking boat; sure we know of each other, but have we ever teamed? In the case of Benski and me, the answer is no. He’s going to have to trust that I’m going to uphold my end of this deal just like I have to trust him to do the same.

I have no reasons to think Ben is going to sale me out because he strikes me as an honorable man.

CHRIS PAGE: If you have to count my shoulders to the mat… so be it.

Mac finally responds.

MAC BANE: Chris, I appreciate hearing that. I won’t sit here and say that it hasn’t crossed my mind when it comes to the both of you if there will be personal animosity either way. What I can do is look you in your eyes and tell you that I am going to call it down the middle and if anybody steps out of line I’m going to put them back in line.

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I don’t want there to be any excuses from Kenny or Goth when the smoke clears and the dust settles to see myself and Ben standing tall with our arms raised in victory. It’s going to suck for Ken because whatever momentum you’re building toward this showdown with Mac is going to come to a screeching halt.

MAC BANE: The good news is it’s all out in the open. You and I know where we stand.

CHRIS PAGE: I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you… Goth. You’re kinda a big deal, aren’t ya? For nearly fifteen-twenty years you’ve been busy building your legacy within our profession. I’ve watched you from a distance while carving my path knowing that it was a matter of time before our careers came to an intersecting point.

Guys like you and I are dying breeds, wouldn’t you say?

I’m not going to lie, my interest is piqued when it comes to you. I rarely come across another veteran that I haven’t drawn money with in some form or fashion. I’m thrilled that you are holding on to the Internet Championship; sounds like a lot of stock is put into you at the moment.

CHRIS PAGE: I know we’ve got a lot on our plates within CCPE. The sky is the limit with what we are going to accomplish.

MAC BANE: Goddamn right.

There’s another series of loud knocking heard from the front door taking the attention of both Chris and Mac.

“Chris! They’re ready for you on set!”

Chris responds with an elevated tone.

CHRIS PAGE: JUST A MINUTE!

Chris shifts his attention back toward Mac.

CHRIS PAGE: Listen, this is going to be fine. Did you want to meet me and take the jet to the show tonight in Detroit?

MAC BANE: Of course.

Chris and Mac each stand up and start walking toward the trailer door when they are knocked down by the smell of some dank weed coming from behind the closed door to the bedroom. Mac glances at Chris.

CHRIS PAGE: Candice.

Mac then shouts toward the back.

MAC BANE: BYE CANDICE!

Candice responds with some heavy coughing.

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: Bye Mac!

CHRIS PAGE: LOVE YA BABE!

CANDICE WOLF-PAGE: LOVE YOU TOO!

Chris turns his attention toward the front door of the trailer. He opens the door to see a production assistant who starts coughing as his nasal passage is infiltrated by some good reefer.

“Smells good.”

Chris is the first out of the trailer as he responds.

CHRIS PAGE: Tastes better.

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I’ve made it clear why I accepted the invitation from Christian, and while I’ve had a little bit of fun at the expense of my counterparts but it doesn’t take away from the level of respect I have for not only Ben but for Ken and Goth alike. All of us have a reputation to uphold and all of us are going to be looking for that one moment to score that fateful fall which will mean something different for us all. In the case of Ken, a win here solidifies why he is going to be challenging for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, for Goth it would mean that his legendary status is still in check, for Ben it serves as a momentum boost as we head into arguably one of the biggest special attractions in recent SCW memory.

… but what about me?

I’m the ultimate wild card within any given situation because I am not cut from the same cloth as my teammate as well as my opponent.

What I’m not going to do is sit here and pretend that I don’t need this. Of the three of us, I think it’s safe to say that I probably need it the most. It’s okay to call a spade a spade because in this instance it’s true. My only other in-ring appearance here didn’t end the way I would have liked. This is the only way to rewrite my Sin City history, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to show up and deliver in spades.

Goth, of the two of you it’s safe to say you’re my mark.

What better way to make a louder statement than to put away one of the men that carry a grand slam resume? You are no doubt a pillar of SCW, a man that has made the rounds over the years with longevity to match, you’re an unsung hero of the sport with your lineage that might be on the downward trajectory of your career while my stock continues to rise to heights not even I thought was possible at the ripe age of fifty-two years old. I’ve been able to adapt in ways that many people never would have thought of. Not only am I still a force inside the ring, but I’ve also got the world's premiere talent agency with CCPE, I have four podcasts that are all highly successful Smoke Sessions, Down the Rabbit Hole, Cult Radio, and 5BW Radio. I say all of that to say that I’ve not allowed myself to get complacent within my place in the business… I’ve elected to take the business by the skull and fuck it repeatedly.

When I saw your name on the card opposite mine it brought this one-off to a completely different level.

No disrespect to Ken, because he’s a hell of a hand but he doesn’t have the legacy behind him that you do. This is going to mark the first time in our storied careers that our paths will intersect. What you’re going to find out firsthand rests with how you are about to find out exactly why I am the face of professional wrestling.

Speaking of Kenny, how’s life in the UGWC treating you? I wouldn’t know, anyplace that contracts a clown who isn’t welcomed in ninety percent of the organizations on the market; for a good goddamn reason, is enough for me not to want to have any part of that company. I have a had time respecting that even some of my talents compete under that umbrella, but I respect the hell out of you for spreading your wings and leaving that nest even if you’re unreliable when it comes to my shows. What’s fucking crazy when it comes to our history is that it dates back to the Denzel Porter Invitational, right? Mac was leading a team of four into a battle against the XWF, last minute someone drops out and can’t make it. Who stepped in? Who stepped up after going sixty minutes the night before with what many consider the Goat while having what many consider the match of the year? That’s a right cupcake, it was Chris Page.

I showed up then and I’m showing up now.

This time we stand on the opposite side of the ring where we’re each fighting for something that we consider important for completely different reasons. I know the masses are going to want to put Mac in that “what does he do” spot being the referee, I’ve already established that I’ll respect Mac when he has the stripes on… I’d hope you do the same even if it means by his hand your dreams come to a crashing halt. Ken, I have no doubts that you will bring your shit… but I question if it’s going to be good enough, not just for this attraction but for your showdown for the World Title. You aren’t going to have to worry about me any further than Climax Control, because while I’ll have the best seat in the house come to the Pay-Per-View I won’t be getting involved in those affairs because I want to watch Mac successful retain the title with a definitive win as he continues to carry this company on his back throughout 2022.

Both of you boys know the deal.

Neither of you is a rookie.

It’s not your first rodeo.

But it is together.

The same can be said for myself and Ben. We’re going to have to trust each other to handle business. The good news for our side of the equation is I don’t have to worry about if Ben is going to carry his weight, and he sure as shit doesn’t have to worry about if I’m going to hold up mine. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve got a lot on my plate coming off Level Up, rolling through Climax Control on Friday, and moving on to Matt Knox on Saturday before defending my IIW Tag Titles on Monday, working on three supershows with their promotors, and shooting a feature Splat film in between Just because I’m a busy guy don’t let that fool you. Don’t think for one second I don’t hold this appearance in more high regard because THIS is the ONLY appearance I have anything to prove. It serves as all the motivation I need to take that long flight to India, lace my boots, walk that aisle, and live up to the saying which is simply to outwork the world.

I happen to do that in spades.

When it comes to Mac dawning the stripes it adds layer to the mix. Will he count my shoulders? Will he count Ken’s? Will he be fair and impartial? All the questions on if he’s going to be a factor can be silenced. Mac will call it down the middle just as any official should. Mac doesn’t have to do shit but call for the bell, make the count, and raise the arms of Page and Jordan when the smoke clears and the dust settles. We don’t need him to do anything but call it down the middle. Our skills alone are more than enough to carry us to victory.

Yes, Mac is CCPE through and through.

Yes, Mac and I are teaming elsewhere.

Am I’m going to be pissed if my past haunts me and he has to count down my shoulders? Why would I get mad when he is doing his job? More importantly why would anyone else?

When push comes to shove there’s one direction I’m going…

Up.

It doesn’t matter how you slice this piece of the pie the fans of Sin City Wrestling are guaranteed one hell of an attraction with four rockstars that are going to be looking to steal the goddamn show. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for for months. The invitation was extended, and it has been accepted. Our roads all intersect in India, the only question that’s left to answer is who is leaving with the win versus who is leaving with the loss. I don’t have a magic 8-ball that’s going to tell me what’s going to happen, what I do have is the focus and the drive to show up and show the world exactly why I am simply better than you.