Post by ccp on Apr 21, 2022 21:48:44 GMT
Jonestown… the morning after.
918.
Can anyone tell me the significance of that number? The number of bodies the Jonestown Massacre left in its wake back on the 18th of November, 1978.
Some of you weren’t even thoughts in the nutsacks of your father’s. I was eight, and I can remember watching the news with my Aunt asking her about what I was looking at. Her response was rather simple; the world is a terrible place filled with terrible people.
So please allow me to introduce myself.
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“I don’t get it, Chris. Why the hell would you put yourself in such a spot like this?”
The scene opens as the voice of Candice Wolf can be heard welcoming us with some concern in his voice as we are inside the Penthouse Apartment on the Westside of Manhattan belonging to Chris Page. It’s Thursday morning, over the last five days CCP has shown up at Uprising, an incredible showing at the Action Wrestling Havoc Rumble, retaining the IIW Tag Titles, Venom for Fight, and finally, just last night in Vegas was on hand for his GM duties for the XWF.
CHRIS PAGE: Candice, in the off chance you haven’t picked this up yet… when it comes to me and the decisions, I make they’re all made with a purpose.
CANDICE: CU:LT Wrestling though? A Flamming Tables match!?! Seriously! What could your logic behind this one be?
The fear within the tone of her voice is enough to give you goosebumps across your body that are only matched by more in her eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: Listen…
There’s no fear within the voice of CCP as he lets out an exhale before he states.
CHRIS PAGE: There’s nobody on the face of the planet that knows how dangerous of a game I’m playing with this spot appearance for CU:LT, but as I said, everything has a purpose. You and I both know I’m walking into a Death Match with Corey Black in July, and as you saw with the Havoc Rumble he was the martyr that CCPE sacrificed.
The last thing I am is a goddamn deathmatch wrestler. It’s all blood and guts, it’s garbage wrestling within every sense of the word… however, in the WRESTLING BUSINESS, there is a niche market for just about everything, as history dictates, and I have a king to slay.
CHRIS PAGE: As you’re well aware I’m stepping into his world. Let’s be fair, I can fight with the best of them. Stepping into this kind of world without any formal training would be foolish on my behalf to say the very least.
Chris casually states as he takes a moment before continuing.
CHRIS PAGE: From what I’ve seen that style of wrestling is openly welcomed in CU:LT.
Never in a million years would I have wagered that my appearance at this event would have led to a Four-Way Elimination Flaming Tables Match. When life gives you lemons make lemonade or make chicken salad outta chicken shit. What better way to start honing these more hardcore skills than in an environment where there aren’t any handcuffs stopping me or any of you? Across the ring will stand three individuals that all have the same goal of not being scared with second or third-degree burns when that final bell tolls. The three of you have already stepped on this battlefield known as CU:LT; some successful, another not so much. This marks my first step into an environment that promotes this kind of violence and brutality.
CHRIS PAGE: Candice, I’ve got to prepare myself by putting myself in the elements that can rear their ugly head at the Cannabis Cup. I’m well aware that three other people are going to be involved, I’m very much in tune with the unpredictability that this environment is going to bring. There are a lot of moving parts when it comes to me…
Candice lets a deep sigh out of concern as she comes from the kitchen of the penthouse with two small glasses, each having the equivalent of two shots in them. Chris sits at his oversized kitchen table. She hands Chris a glass and takes a seat next to him.
CANDICE: Chris, I just don’t want to see you burning the candles at both ends. This is your only day off, and you look exhausted.
Chris looks into the eyes of Candice, he runs the backside of his left hand down her cheek while he states.
CHRIS PAGE: Off day? Pfft. I fly out this afternoon for XWF’s Anarchy tonight and then it’s down to Jonestown. I won’ have a day off until Tuesday. If I don’t keep going, if I show any signs of slowing down then all the haters win because that’s what they’re expecting. My pride is too strong not to show up and outwork a world of wrestlers who all think they’re the best of the best. People talk that talk while I’m one of the few that walk the walk.
This isn’t going to be an exception in my eyes.
Lissie Hope.
I mean where to even begin with this walking disaster. The word bandwagon comes to mind when I think about you because only a bandwagon fan will use the SAME material that failed when used the first time back in November of last year.
I’ve waited for this moment for you for no other reason than I want to hear your excuses for some fat fuck toasting you like a goddamn marshmallow. You’re the second biggest name on this entire card; behind me of course. You can throw whatever you feel the need to at the wall and see what sticks but that doesn’t change the fact that you are a dime a dozen talent while you’re looking at one in a million.
I’ll give you some credit for being one of the only to venture into uncharted waters from that cesspool known as Action Wrestling, but what you’re going to come to terms with real goddamn quick is that there’s a HUGE difference flapping your carpet muncher behind a keyboard versus backing those words live and in living color. I made the statement I wanted to make at your Havoc Rumble, now I’ll continue it by doing the world a fucking favor by putting you through a flaming table.
CANDICE: At what cost…
Candice tries to reason with Chris. Rightfully so, she is invested in him, especially after the lip lock that took place in the ring at Uprising.
CANDICE: I’m the last person that’s going to tell you not to do anything because you are your own man. I just don’t want to see you get hurt… and this is exactly the unpredictable nature that could lead to that. Fire, Chris. Fire.
CHRIS PAGE: I know, I know. If it makes you feel any better I didn’t ask for it. I take a lot of pride in calling myself the best, and also in the same breath condemn those that make those same statements but don’t go out to prove it. Stepping into this kind of atmosphere, not only stepping into it but being successful… leaving with my arm raised in victory only further solidifies it.
Truth be told Allison Riley is the one I’ve got my eye on out of the three of you. Lissie is a broken fucking record, yet you, yes you are someone that piques my interest. I saw your success at Manson Family Values and when I saw your name attached to this it gave me something to fight for. I’m curious to see how you approach this situation because now more than ever some bright lights are shining down upon you. While I’m impressed with what I’ve seen I certainly hope you’re not foolish enough to mistake kindness for weakness. The last thing I am… is weak. See Lissie for that.
Your moment is upon you, and while I know you’ve got those eyes set on surviving this bar-b-que that road leads through me.
CHRIS PAGE: I’d rather take the risks for the rewards that come along with it, or the failures that can be attached to it any day of the week than sitting around dealing with the same goddamn people over, and over, and over again.
Chris looks at the glass, the dark tint to the liquor, he draws the glass to his nose taking a sniff.
CANDICE: Jamison.
Chris cuts his eyes towards Candice shooting her a wink.
CHRIS PAGE: You know the way to a man’s heart.
Chris and Candice lightly cling the glasses together before each taking a sip from their respective glasses.
CHRIS PAGE: I don’t want you to worry about it. I’ve carefully taken looks at everyone I’m dealing with, I’ve got a plan in my head that will serve as my guide to victory. Rule number one, don’t go through a table that’s been set on fire. Rule number two, see rule number one.
The sheer sarcasm brings a smile to the face of Candice Wolf followed by some light laughter under her breath.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ll come back in one piece.
Blake O'Reilly.
You and I share something in common. We both are looking to pick up our first win under the CU:LT umbrella. Nah, I’m not going to slam you for losing that’s the easy fucking bait. Truth is, as much as people want you to believe… nobody is perfect. On any given night any one person is capable of beating another. Nature of the beast.
Outside of us need to establish some sort of dominance that’s where our similarities die.
I won’t speak for you but I’m nobody's afterthought.
I’m going to show up to Jonestown, I’m going to step right to you, and slap the taste out of your mouth. The reality is when it comes to all three of you, I didn’t come for your respect, admiration, or meaningless drivel. I’m here to win. I’m here to use your bodies, to use this environment to mentally prepare for the battle that is brewing on the horizon. I’ll enjoy putting my skills to the test against two of you while yawning in the direction of the hopeless.
Hello CU:LT Wrestling... my name is “Chronic” Chris Page.
I have come to make a lasting impression.
The three of you are about to find out that I’m so much more than mere hype. I’m going to show the world that I can be just as bloodthirsty and exactly why when the three of you are the equivalent of masturbation without the payoff.
CANDICE: You better come back in one piece…
Chris interjects.
CHRIS PAGE: What is that I am hearing?
He motions towards his ear with his free index finger.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s that?
He lowers his hand.
CHRIS PAGE: It sounds like I am hearing like you give a shit.
Candice smacks Chris on the shoulder.
CHRIS PAGE: Heeeyyyyyy…
CANDICE: Serves you right for making a stupid statement.
Chris smirks before taking another sip of Jamison before he states.
CHRIS PAGE: Understood.
He glances over at the sheer beauty that is Candice Wolf cheesing the entire way.
CANDICE: What?
She asks before taking a drink.
CHRIS PAGE: I was just wondering when we are going to discuss that kiss…
The scene fades to black…
