Post by Chris Page on Mar 9, 2024 17:43:48 GMT -5
A lot has changed in my world and how I view our industry. I once cared about others and the overall thriving of the business until I saw it all crash and burn with toxicity from all over the spectrum. It’s funny when I see people talk about bringing people together, but they’re the first to tear people and what they’re doing apart if it relates to their egos or the narratives they try to spin. Do you know when you hold real power? When you can disappear from social media and STILL be discussed by those beneath you on all levels or when people try and take things you say and MAKE it about them when the truth is none of you are important enough in my life to give two flying f**ks what you're doing or where you choose to compete. The problem is I can see through all of your bulls**t and see you for who you are. Alexander Marshall isn’t as smart as he thought he was. He kept me from you because he knows I’m one of the few who has put your shoulders to the mat while leaving you a shell of what you once were. You avoided me, you tried to use me to better serve the political nature that is Thunder Pro Wrestling, and when I saw the protection given, when I knew Alex had zero intentions of putting us in the ring together I knew then and there that cashing in the Porter Games briefcase was going to happen the moment you went back to the top of the mountain… and here we are, Peter. Truthfully I was hoping our paths crossed in the confines of that tournament but you got owned before you could get to me. You let me down, Pete. Getting you on neutral ground and beating you again would have made it that much sweeter to leave with the spoils, so I suppose I’ll just have to do it where it all began, Thunder in Paradise… Lightning strikes twice at your expense.
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“Are you sure about this?”
Candice Page’s voice opens our scene as Chris Page stands in front of his TARDIS.
CHRIS PAGE: I mean what else is there for me to do? I’ve legitimately owned professional wrestling for the last four years. I’ve competed wherever, whenever, and against whoever I wanted. This is the icing on that cake.
CANDICE PAGE: You know I’ll support you.
Chris glances over at Candice.
CHRIS PAGE: You always have.
CANDICE PAGE: I always will.
Chris leans in kissing Candice on the lips before drawing backward while softly stating.
CHRIS PAGE: One more Championship before hanging up the boots does sound rather appealing.
Chris winks as he opens the door to the Tardis before stepping inside. Chris and Candice share eye contact and she gives Chris a nod of the head before the doors close locking Chris inside. We fade inside to find Chris at a computer where he is typing in his destination.
CHRIS PAGE: You won’t be able to call it “luck” this time around, Mr. Vaughn.
Chris hits enter and the Tardis is off into the time-space continuum. Chris turns and addresses the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: You can run but you can’t hide anymore, Peter. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a year. What better place to come full circle than the event that started it all? We’ve been here before. We took it to each other at Thunder in Paradise Two for Thirty Minutes which ended with you being lazy and not lifting your shoulder off the mat. The only person you should be faulted for your previous failure is yourself. For months Alex has kept us apart because he knows just how screwed you are.
Chris then states with a stern, malicious tone.
CHRIS PAGE: If I got lucky the first time then why have you avoided me for twelve months? Why wouldn’t you want to avenge yourself? Oh yeah, because you’d rather whine and cry about it than do something about it. I’m not here to be your friend, I’m not here to protect you, I’m coming back to Thunder in Paradise to win the TPW International Championship definitively by beating you… again.
The tardis come to rest getting Chris’s attention.
CHRIS PAGE: Ah, we’re here.
Chris walks toward the doors of the Tardis and opens them where we find ourselves in Jamaica at the National Stadium where we find Chris Page and Peter Vaughn battling it out in the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: To beat you convincingly I need to see what I can do to better myself based on our last encounter. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I haven’t continued dominating an industry filled with trolls and toxic trash while making it look pretty easy. It’s so interesting that select groups of people LOVE to spout out negativity in my direction yet you’re scared to step in the ring unless it’s under YOUR rules.
Chris observes his battle with Vaughn.
CHRIS PAGE: Yet when it comes to punching up to my level most of the world would rather pout and cry about it. Can you punch up, Peter? I ask because it’s not like you’ve tasted a lot of success unless it’s here in Thunder Pro or over in Sin City when two years ago you were looked at as one of the top performers in our business. What the heck happened? You’ve fallen so far from grace that it’s almost embarrassing. I mean, you got beat by Matt Knox of all people… and he’s as predictable as they come.
Chris shrugs.
CHRIS PAGE: As I watch some of this back I can see where I need to be more crisp, more calculating, and more violent than you’ve ever seen.
Chris turns his attention back toward the camera versus watching things unfold from a year ago.
CHRIS PAGE: Peter, something I want you to think about in comparison to last year versus this year. Last year I liked you, I respected you, and I looked at you as a primary player in our profession. This year I see through you, I don’t have any respect for you, and the last thing you deserve is being in this marquee spot because you’ve danced around politics to get back here. I say all that to say you KNOW how far I’m willing to go, and that should scare the poop out of those clinched cheeks.
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I can’t think of a better way to leave Professional Wrestling than lifting that title off your shoulder and putting it on mine. I don’t care about how long I’ve held it, it doesn’t bother me to win it today and lose it tomorrow because my world doesn’t revolve around wins or losses, Championships don’t make or break me because I am legitimately the only guy in this business that gives zero f**ks about how anyone views me or their opinions of me. It’s not my fault I’m better than 95% of this industry.
Chris turns his attention back toward the ring just as the closing moments:
*On the jumbo screen a replay is shown of the closing seconds, Vaughn is not bridged with the German suplex, and at the count of 2, Page sticks his shoulder up, and Vaughn is pinned under him. A stunned hush of shock goes over the arena. *
Steve Cotton: YOUR WINNNER…. AND NEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!!!!
CHRIS PAGE: That! That’s the mistake.
The camera shoots over Chris’s right shoulder as the crowd responds to the Championship win.
CHRIS PAGE: I gave you the out by not leaving you a broken and bloody mess. I took it easy on you, Pete.
Chris turns and gazes into the lens of the camera with the pupils of his eyes glowing red.
CHRIS PAGE: Times have changed. I have changed. The mistake of allowing you to escape with breath in your lungs won’t repeat itself, Mr. Vaughn. You can speak about anything you want, you can try and spin any narrative you choose, and you can throw anything at the wall to see if it will stick but at the end of the day, you’re still the guy who lost a year ago and the guy that’s going to lose… again. This isn’t about the Cabal anymore, it’s not about Alexander protecting you, and it’s not about who the better man is. This is solely about me smacking you around one more time just to remove any doubt in YOUR mind that you got screwed. It sucks I had to come back to TPW to get you between the ropes… try not to choke like you did at the Porter Games.
The cold tone sends chills into the atmosphere. Chris re-enters the tardis and punches in dates on a keyboard. The tardis takes off into the time continuum. Chris turns and faces the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve cracked your code… you haven’t cracked mine. Don’t feel bad about it, there aren’t many out there who can, legitimately. I want you to know that this time when the smoke clears and the dust settles the only person you can blame for the bitter taste of defeat is yourself. I don’t have to compete regularly, I don’t need to be an attention w***e, and I don’t need to be the center of the industry to be a force that steamrolls over you. The days of CCPE are long gone, the days of caring about an industry that’d rather set itself on fire than be successful are dead and gone. If you happen to have some friends show up to the party… I’ll have something for them two.
Chris reaches down just off-screen.
CHRIS PAGE: I kind of hope that you bring extras because maybe you’d stand a chance.
CHRIS PAGE: Shedding your blood is going to be exciting, establishing my superiority is going to be gratifying, and leaving Thunder in Paradise Three as I did Thunder in Paradise Two will only prove my point in a very loud, very clear tone. Lightning can…
Chris leans in toward the lens of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: And will strike twice. I am your kryptonite, Mr. Vaughn, and I’m coming to collect the last Championship of my career. It can last a day, a week, a month, a year… as long as it’s not around your waist is a win for me and the rest of Thunder Pro Wrestling. Hell, beating you and dropping it to Junko is appealing… at least she deserves it.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: I took down four caliber talents to get here, and their sacrifices will not be in vain.
The tardis comes to rest and the doors open where we find ourselves in the backyard of the Page Estate in Las Vegas, Nevada. Candice puffs on a blunt as Chris steps out with the doors closing behind him.
CANDICE PAGE: Did you see what you needed to do?
CHRIS PAGE: I saw the error of my ways and I know what I must do.
Chris raises the barbed wire baseball bat and rests it on his right shoulder.
CANDICE PAGE: You found an old friend, I see.
CHRIS PAGE: Much like you, she never lets me down.
CANDICE PAGE: It’s his funeral.
CHRIS PAGE: It sure is.
Chris winks as the scene fades.
__________________
I’m not going to give you a hard sell on why I should beat you. What I’m going to do is bring you all in the loop, something that will make some of you very happy. When I beat Peter for the second time and take that International Title for a second time it will be my last Championship run because when I lose it I will be walking away from professional wrestling as a competitor and continue pushing full head of steam with my outside adventures. Sometimes bigger opportunities present themselves to GOOD people who are doing GOOD things outside of the ring in their day-to-day lives that are completely counterproductive to the narratives some try to spin. I have my sights on one final run… not because I need it, don’t get that twisted, but because I don’t want Peter to have it.
I’ve stressed leadership is by example.
It looks like I’ve got the opportunity to prove it, again.
But what if I fail?
Good question, and one that I’ve thought long and hard on. To me there is only one thing that I can do. If I fail I will leave my boots in the middle of that ring because I don’t deserve to continue if I fail and all the hostility fired at Denzel Porter goes unchecked. I’m going to win this not only for myself, for Thunder Pro Wrestling, but for Denzel Porter himself because he is worth it… if I go down, I’ll go down in a blaze of glory. This is going to be your reminder that losing to Chris Page doesn’t mean you suck, it just means you’re everyone else.
__________
“Are you sure about this?”
Candice Page’s voice opens our scene as Chris Page stands in front of his TARDIS.
CHRIS PAGE: I mean what else is there for me to do? I’ve legitimately owned professional wrestling for the last four years. I’ve competed wherever, whenever, and against whoever I wanted. This is the icing on that cake.
CANDICE PAGE: You know I’ll support you.
Chris glances over at Candice.
CHRIS PAGE: You always have.
CANDICE PAGE: I always will.
Chris leans in kissing Candice on the lips before drawing backward while softly stating.
CHRIS PAGE: One more Championship before hanging up the boots does sound rather appealing.
Chris winks as he opens the door to the Tardis before stepping inside. Chris and Candice share eye contact and she gives Chris a nod of the head before the doors close locking Chris inside. We fade inside to find Chris at a computer where he is typing in his destination.
CHRIS PAGE: You won’t be able to call it “luck” this time around, Mr. Vaughn.
Chris hits enter and the Tardis is off into the time-space continuum. Chris turns and addresses the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: You can run but you can’t hide anymore, Peter. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a year. What better place to come full circle than the event that started it all? We’ve been here before. We took it to each other at Thunder in Paradise Two for Thirty Minutes which ended with you being lazy and not lifting your shoulder off the mat. The only person you should be faulted for your previous failure is yourself. For months Alex has kept us apart because he knows just how screwed you are.
Chris then states with a stern, malicious tone.
CHRIS PAGE: If I got lucky the first time then why have you avoided me for twelve months? Why wouldn’t you want to avenge yourself? Oh yeah, because you’d rather whine and cry about it than do something about it. I’m not here to be your friend, I’m not here to protect you, I’m coming back to Thunder in Paradise to win the TPW International Championship definitively by beating you… again.
The tardis come to rest getting Chris’s attention.
CHRIS PAGE: Ah, we’re here.
Chris walks toward the doors of the Tardis and opens them where we find ourselves in Jamaica at the National Stadium where we find Chris Page and Peter Vaughn battling it out in the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: To beat you convincingly I need to see what I can do to better myself based on our last encounter. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I haven’t continued dominating an industry filled with trolls and toxic trash while making it look pretty easy. It’s so interesting that select groups of people LOVE to spout out negativity in my direction yet you’re scared to step in the ring unless it’s under YOUR rules.
Chris observes his battle with Vaughn.
CHRIS PAGE: Yet when it comes to punching up to my level most of the world would rather pout and cry about it. Can you punch up, Peter? I ask because it’s not like you’ve tasted a lot of success unless it’s here in Thunder Pro or over in Sin City when two years ago you were looked at as one of the top performers in our business. What the heck happened? You’ve fallen so far from grace that it’s almost embarrassing. I mean, you got beat by Matt Knox of all people… and he’s as predictable as they come.
Chris shrugs.
CHRIS PAGE: As I watch some of this back I can see where I need to be more crisp, more calculating, and more violent than you’ve ever seen.
Chris turns his attention back toward the camera versus watching things unfold from a year ago.
CHRIS PAGE: Peter, something I want you to think about in comparison to last year versus this year. Last year I liked you, I respected you, and I looked at you as a primary player in our profession. This year I see through you, I don’t have any respect for you, and the last thing you deserve is being in this marquee spot because you’ve danced around politics to get back here. I say all that to say you KNOW how far I’m willing to go, and that should scare the poop out of those clinched cheeks.
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I can’t think of a better way to leave Professional Wrestling than lifting that title off your shoulder and putting it on mine. I don’t care about how long I’ve held it, it doesn’t bother me to win it today and lose it tomorrow because my world doesn’t revolve around wins or losses, Championships don’t make or break me because I am legitimately the only guy in this business that gives zero f**ks about how anyone views me or their opinions of me. It’s not my fault I’m better than 95% of this industry.
Chris turns his attention back toward the ring just as the closing moments:
*On the jumbo screen a replay is shown of the closing seconds, Vaughn is not bridged with the German suplex, and at the count of 2, Page sticks his shoulder up, and Vaughn is pinned under him. A stunned hush of shock goes over the arena. *
Steve Cotton: YOUR WINNNER…. AND NEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!!!!
CHRIS PAGE: That! That’s the mistake.
The camera shoots over Chris’s right shoulder as the crowd responds to the Championship win.
CHRIS PAGE: I gave you the out by not leaving you a broken and bloody mess. I took it easy on you, Pete.
Chris turns and gazes into the lens of the camera with the pupils of his eyes glowing red.
CHRIS PAGE: Times have changed. I have changed. The mistake of allowing you to escape with breath in your lungs won’t repeat itself, Mr. Vaughn. You can speak about anything you want, you can try and spin any narrative you choose, and you can throw anything at the wall to see if it will stick but at the end of the day, you’re still the guy who lost a year ago and the guy that’s going to lose… again. This isn’t about the Cabal anymore, it’s not about Alexander protecting you, and it’s not about who the better man is. This is solely about me smacking you around one more time just to remove any doubt in YOUR mind that you got screwed. It sucks I had to come back to TPW to get you between the ropes… try not to choke like you did at the Porter Games.
The cold tone sends chills into the atmosphere. Chris re-enters the tardis and punches in dates on a keyboard. The tardis takes off into the time continuum. Chris turns and faces the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve cracked your code… you haven’t cracked mine. Don’t feel bad about it, there aren’t many out there who can, legitimately. I want you to know that this time when the smoke clears and the dust settles the only person you can blame for the bitter taste of defeat is yourself. I don’t have to compete regularly, I don’t need to be an attention w***e, and I don’t need to be the center of the industry to be a force that steamrolls over you. The days of CCPE are long gone, the days of caring about an industry that’d rather set itself on fire than be successful are dead and gone. If you happen to have some friends show up to the party… I’ll have something for them two.
Chris reaches down just off-screen.
CHRIS PAGE: I kind of hope that you bring extras because maybe you’d stand a chance.
CHRIS PAGE: Shedding your blood is going to be exciting, establishing my superiority is going to be gratifying, and leaving Thunder in Paradise Three as I did Thunder in Paradise Two will only prove my point in a very loud, very clear tone. Lightning can…
Chris leans in toward the lens of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: And will strike twice. I am your kryptonite, Mr. Vaughn, and I’m coming to collect the last Championship of my career. It can last a day, a week, a month, a year… as long as it’s not around your waist is a win for me and the rest of Thunder Pro Wrestling. Hell, beating you and dropping it to Junko is appealing… at least she deserves it.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: I took down four caliber talents to get here, and their sacrifices will not be in vain.
The tardis comes to rest and the doors open where we find ourselves in the backyard of the Page Estate in Las Vegas, Nevada. Candice puffs on a blunt as Chris steps out with the doors closing behind him.
CANDICE PAGE: Did you see what you needed to do?
CHRIS PAGE: I saw the error of my ways and I know what I must do.
Chris raises the barbed wire baseball bat and rests it on his right shoulder.
CANDICE PAGE: You found an old friend, I see.
CHRIS PAGE: Much like you, she never lets me down.
CANDICE PAGE: It’s his funeral.
CHRIS PAGE: It sure is.
Chris winks as the scene fades.
__________________
I’m not going to give you a hard sell on why I should beat you. What I’m going to do is bring you all in the loop, something that will make some of you very happy. When I beat Peter for the second time and take that International Title for a second time it will be my last Championship run because when I lose it I will be walking away from professional wrestling as a competitor and continue pushing full head of steam with my outside adventures. Sometimes bigger opportunities present themselves to GOOD people who are doing GOOD things outside of the ring in their day-to-day lives that are completely counterproductive to the narratives some try to spin. I have my sights on one final run… not because I need it, don’t get that twisted, but because I don’t want Peter to have it.
I’ve stressed leadership is by example.
It looks like I’ve got the opportunity to prove it, again.
But what if I fail?
Good question, and one that I’ve thought long and hard on. To me there is only one thing that I can do. If I fail I will leave my boots in the middle of that ring because I don’t deserve to continue if I fail and all the hostility fired at Denzel Porter goes unchecked. I’m going to win this not only for myself, for Thunder Pro Wrestling, but for Denzel Porter himself because he is worth it… if I go down, I’ll go down in a blaze of glory. This is going to be your reminder that losing to Chris Page doesn’t mean you suck, it just means you’re everyone else.
