Post by Chris Page on May 13, 2023 6:48:14 GMT -5
It’s funny when people try to tell me how I’m supposed to feel about something. Take losing the International Title, or Buster losing it for me. The Biggest Loser taking another “L” and vanishing without a trace, and yet I’m supposed to be mad that it took a Tag Team to lift a title off me that I wasn’t supposed to have? That I didn’t take a loss for? What am I, twelve? Since when does anyone how the power of another person to dictate those kinds of feelings? First, you must care enough about it for it to strike a nerve and when you don’t care about what you can’t control you’ve now started to understand how I think. Why would I get bent about losing something that I am going to win back a few weeks later?
How was I outsmarted, exactly?
Because that’s not how this story plays out because I now have my opportunity to make it right when the circumstances aren’t dictated by a couple of b****es, when the odds aren’t stacked in their favor, and when they don’t have a leg to stand on as I make history by becoming the first man to hold the TPW International Title twice at YOUR expense. Seems like your boys didn’t think about the long game, and to be frank that’s probably why success doesn’t follow you around. This hasn’t been the first time that Championship has been stolen from me, and I’ve never been the guy to cry and complain when things don’t go my way. I simply make it right in the ring where it matters.
You don’t have the advantage, Larry.
The element of surprise is a non-factor.
You’re about to experience what happens to those that take from me without earning it. I take it back. Everything about you is a failed experiment. Critical Hit? Yeah, that did wonders for your career when your biggest claim to fame was pinning your partner to get you to this Pay-Per-View Main Event because it wasn’t getting it done against teams that bothered cut a promo that’s for sure. This moment in the sun has already started to set because Larry Tact isn’t a draw. Hell, he isn’t even on the f*****g poster. You shall be marked in the history books of Thunder Pro Wrestling as a transitional champion while I ascend back to the top of the mountain bypassing you and young Marcus along the way. How fitting we go back in time to erase you as the International Champion and I send you running away with your tail between your legs like you partner. Thunder Pro can thank me later for taking out the rest of the trash today.
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Chris’s eyes fluttered, vision blurred, and things slowly start coming into focus as CCP is on his back looking up at the dark skies above with explosions heard off in the distance.
CCP: Where am I?
A black-gloved hand reaches down to help Chris up.
CCP: Who are you?
The figure responds.
“They call me The Terminator.”
Chris reaches up grabs the gloved hand and is helped up.
“I was sent to the future to bring you back to 1989 because you must save Professional Wrestling.”
CCP: Save Pro Wrestling?
Chris asks.
CCP: From who?
“Larry Tact…”
Chris rolls his eyes.
“And Marcus Ka’Derrion.”
The Terminator walks past Chris and toward the explosions that light up the skies.
“You are the Champion that is needed to foil them both.”
CCP: I am?
The Terminator stops, he turns and looks over his left shoulder at Chris.
“Lesser of three evils.”
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Marcus, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry that I got cocky and assumed one person would take up my open challenge… but at least I tried to keep it competitive versus smashing some enhancement talents, I mean who does that?
You earned this shot by winning a Battle Royale as a virtual unknown to most. That was the easy part; now you have to back it all up when it matters more than it’s ever mattered before. I see something in you that I haven’t seen in most.
… grit.
Just because Larry had to backdoor his way into this title match doesn’t mean we can’t make it entertaining. You and I are the ones that sold the tickets, but since I put myself in a position to have our affair spoiled allow me to be the first to tell you that when I regain the International Title inside Big Blue I’ll be granting you that one on one match for the Title because that’s the kind of guy I am.
In the meantime, you’re collateral damage.
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CCP: This doesn’t look like the eighties.
“Because it’s not.”
CCP: I thought you said…
“I know what I said and we are in July 1989 because you need to see what happens to the world if you do not complete your mission. Life as you know it, ends.”
CCP: Talk about putting pressure on a guy,
Chris sarcastically whispers under his breath,
“This is not a time to be an asshole.”
Terminator turns around facing Chris Page.
“Professional Wrestling is relying on you.”
This is the part where I applaud you, Larry, because never in my life have I witnessed a bigger idiot than when you took center stage before losing to the Malvados, again. You gave Buster the credit for this scheme establishing he was the brains and you were along for the ride. That was never made more apparent than by claiming to end a “long-lasting” grip on the title that I had for what, a month?
Do you even think about the things you say or are you throwing crap at the wall to see what sticks? Because you sound like an idiot that ate a lot of paint chips as a child.
CCP: The sport has always relied on me.
“Now more than ever.”
The Terminator leads Chris outside where the Queen City has been decimated. There is a loud clasp of Thunder and Lightning when suddenly a Deloran appears from out of nowhere. The car skids to a stop right before plowing over CCP and The Terminator.
CCP: What the….
“I’ve called for help.”
The driver’s door opens and out steps…
CCP: Marty McFly?
MARTY: In the flesh.
Seconds later a small commotion is heard behind the three.
“ATTENT-HUT!”
CCP: Slaughter?!?!
SLAUGHTER: Shut your mouth you maggot!
“AYE yo, where’s Adrian?”
Chris and company spin around to find.
CCP: Rocky?
Rocky and The Terminator side-eye each other.
CCP: The best of the eighties in one place.
Attention draws to the phone booth as Bill and Ted step out.
BILL and TED: EXCELLENT!
CCP: What is going on?
Chris starts to pinch himself in an attempt to wake up.
TERMINATOR: Chris, we are all here to help you because if you fail at RetroMania the world will come to an end and all of our work will never be seen.
SLAUGHTER: We preach that knowing is half the battle. You didn’t know that a couple of cowards would flex just to get a title belt off you, but now you have all the pieces to the puzzle we are relying on you for all of our lives continuing.
CCP: It was pretty weak.
MARTY: It’s like they couldn’t do it on their own.
BILL: Together, the powerhouses of the eighties are going to whip you into shape so you can get back that International Title and our time continuum stays intact.
TED: It’s going to be a most excellent adventure.
The weight of the world rests on my shoulders. Larry isn’t the issue, it’s the wild card that Marcus brings to the table. He’s not done a lot, but enough to be a threat in this situation. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer a one-on-one situation because it takes away how Larry got here and makes you EARN the title by defeating the Champion; to remind you, that didn’t happen. It’s rare that in a one-on-one setting, I’m bested… So, Marcus, this is the best opportunity you have, your odds have increased, and as long as one of us leaves with that strap that makes this entire situation a win.
I might have held that strap for a month or so, Larry is going to hold it for some weeks.
They say he who laughs last laughs the loudest, and while Critical Miss concocted this hair-brain scheme to take my title, how fitting they help me make history when I claim it back for the second time. Marcus, you’re collateral damage, and while our story isn’t done I’ll tell you here and now that if you stand in my way I’m going to beat you like a redheaded stepchild that owes me money.
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For days the Powers of the ’80s helped Chris remember who he is and why this is important for not only professional wrestling but correcting the future for everyone else that has touched so many lives. We arrived at the soldout Charlotte Coliseum and the time for battle was drawing near. You can hear the sounds of the crowd chanting feverishly as Chris was in his dressing room with Terminator, Marty McFly, Sergeant Slaughter, Rocky Balboa, Bill, and Ted.
CCP: I’m nervous.
The Terminator places his hand on Chris’s shoulder.
TERMINATOR: Don’t be nervous. You’re ready.
The locker room quiets down as attention is drawn toward the television where the TPW International Champion is shown cutting a promo.
CCP: I loathe that prick.
Rocky then states.
ROCKY: He doesn’t have his backup.
CCP: He’s a side story in a bigger picture, it’s got to suck to be him.
The champion finishes his promo as the screen fades to a promo from the other piece of this triple threat affair.
Chris listens intently to what is being said, and as his eyes are locked on the screen someone snaps their fingers in front of Chris’s face and he’s instantly teleported to an interview set with a microphone being held in front of his face by MEAN GENE OKRALAND, not to be confused with Okerland.
CCP: They say when a man has enough power he can speak quietly and everyone will pay attention…
Chris softly states.
CCP: you’ve enjoyed the last few weeks of relevancy because that endsTonight, is the night that history is made at the expense of Laughable Larry. I hope that you’ve enjoyed the last few weeks of relevancy because that comes to an end tonight when we step inside big blue. The only difference is you can see it coming, and are powerless to stop destiny from being fulfilled. You see it’s a different game entirely because your mastermind took his ball and went home like he always does when it gets too hot in the kitchen, and if you think I’m bad enough to contend with you’ve got Marcus right there as well. You couldn’t beat me by yourself so what makes anyone think that tonight a new champion isn’t going to be crowned?
Chris then states.
CCP: 1989 is the year that history changes, our futures are secured, and life goes back to normal. The days of children on top have just come to an end.
Chris’s attention is caught by his music starting to play. Chris gazes intently into the camera with a cold stare.
CCP: If you’ll excuse me… I’ve got a Title to take back.
Chris reaches down and picks up a large snake bag, hurls it over his shoulder, and walks off the set with cameras following him as he walks through the gorilla position and through a black curtain where we hear a tremendous reception.
Never trust a snake because when you least expect it… it will strike. I didn’t ask to be put in this position; I’ve merely played the hand I was dealt. RetroMania is right around the corner, and these are the moments where I tend to rise to the occasion and leave a lasting impression, right Pete? I might be walking in as a challenger, but I’ll be leaving as something more. Winning back the International Title is going to be great, but it’s not what drives me. My ego in being the first guy to do it twice in two months is the credential I’m looking for.
I’ve already buried Tact with true #TactFacts.
I’ve got no qualms with Marcus outside of merely being involved.
I’m the guy that beat the guy, and I’m the guy that’s going to find a way to take back what was stolen from me. The last thing you need to do is think that you’re walking into this against Chris Page. We all have inner demons, we all have inner beasts, and we all tend to be a snake… I’ve tapped into mine.
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