Post by chris on Oct 19, 2022 5:59:15 GMT -5
A lot can change in a year.
Sit back and think about that for just a second. Go back twelve months and tell me where you were but, more importantly, what you were doing. A year ago, as a last-minute replacement, I embarked on the Tara Fenix Charity Cruise and ended up having what was voted as one of the matches of the weekend alongside JC Keeton and Graham Clauson as a part of the cruise but that’s not the basis of this story because the TFCC was also hosting my debut as apart of Fight NYC!
That’s the piece that I’ll remember the most.
The environment was electric as I took their ring and called out to the very person that I will be stepping inside Hell in a Cell at this year's party, and at that time Todrick was rocking the Fight NYC Manhattan Championship. We had a moment aboard the deck of that ship that was supposed to take us to a program that would have been something for the ages. Instead, what should have been a can’t miss rating generator was cast to the side like garbage.
Todrick you and I weren’t meant to get over in that realm because we didn’t fit their mold.
But what we did do was have a couple of matches that have seen us each takes a victory a piece while delivering quality.
Fight might not have been good at a lot but without the federation, our paths probably never would have crossed. Would that have been such a bad idea? Do you realize how much drama working with you has brought my way? The outlandish accusations made by stupid clowns, the personal attacks that are apparently okay by the masses yet we have an uproar over an “r” word. Can you really sit back and comprehend just how much bullshit YOU have caused me? While I do blame you for the bullshit I also have to thank you for putting it on display and exposing the hypocritical nature that has always been what our industry is about.
The moment that Tara brought me into the loop on this event… there was only one name that I wanted to get in the ring with, or in this instance inside a Cell.
Todrick.
Tabor.
Ramsey.
Do you know what’s crazy? As easy as it would be for me to despise you and what you’ve brought into my life… I don’t. I still view you as one of the futures of our industry but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I am disappointed that the word future hasn’t turned into the word present. I didn’t hand-pick you as my opponent for this event or the stipulation for it out of hate but because you know just as well as I do that I am the ONE guy that makes you dig deeper than you’ve ever had to dig, I’ve pushed you to a level that not even you knew existed, and now after a year we’re going to see what you’ve learned or if you’ve learned anything. Between the both of us you’re not going to be able to tell me with a straight face that you’ve had a better year than I have. When I tell you I’m let down it’s because you know that you haven’t lived up to your potential. You lost the Manhattan Title and dropped off the face of the planet, or so it seems only to re-emerge in OCW, and even have a deal with my own WGWF. I signed you because I still have that faith that you can live up to the potential I see in you, do you? I ask because while we have torn the house down twice before you have never stepped inside a Cell with the Devil himself.
I want to take a second and make sure that you completely understand the position that you have found yourself at the moment that you accepted the challenge.
You’re walking into my style of a match.
Hell in a Cell is my home away from homes because once that structure touches down around ringside and the two of us enter that door is going to be locked shut effectively putting you in the proverbial lion’s den. Throw the rule book out of the window for when that bell tolls I’m not going to be the guy that’s striving to bring the best out of you… oh no, I’m going to be the guy that will stop at nothing to leave absolutely no shadow of a doubt that this shit should have ended in two matches. The loss by your hands continues to haunt me not because you beat me, but because you took away my unbeaten record in the ranks of Fight that lasted six long months.
Hell, at one point I was the driving force on their television alongside you.
So let me ask you, what happened?
Why do you think this didn’t take off as it should have? You are the cause of it all so I’d be interested in getting your take. Regardless of the hows or the why our road has led us to this intersecting point twelve long months later, which should have ended in six. I assure you that while I got shit on over your nonsense it’s about time that I pay that forward, and I’ll do so by stepping inside one of the most demonic structures known to man.
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Monday
10.17.22
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
The arena was empty.
Not a soul in sight.
The eerie sounds of silence surround us all.
“Hello darkness my old friend.”
The ever-familiar voice of Chris Page is heard.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeps. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain. Still remains. Within the sound of silence.
A single spotlight shines down upon the entrance where we see standing within the confines of the dark CCPE arena the man himself. The face of professional wrestling. “Chronic” Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s been way too long since I’ve been in your presence…
Chris rests his hands on the yellow belt holding up his black leather pants while displaying his abs. He’s not on par with James Raven, but he’s come a long way since a pudgy gut that seems to continue to be looked at as a thing.
CHRIS PAGE: Did you miss me too?
Chris asks as his hands fall to his side and he starts to take several well-paced steps from the top of the entrance ramp toward the ring under the spotlight which illuminates some empty chairs along the way to the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: When was the last time we saw each other? Ah, it ended in heartache for me. Don’t you remember?
Humiliated and embarrassed were the two emotions that crept through my body the last time our paths crossed. It was unforgiving, it was arguably one of the bitter tastes of defeat that I have ever had to swallow. It was one of those losses that tear your soul out because at the end of the day you know that you were the better man.
… but you shocked me.
You turned on me.
You fed me to the wolves.
CHRIS PAGE: I can’t forget… and neither can the thousands of fans on hand to witness it live but the millions that saw it from the confines of their homes on Pay-Per-View.
It could be looked at as the best or worst night of my career depending on your perception. Personally, I am still on the fence about it all because while it did lead me to break out of my comfort zone, it forced me to test my true merrit against some of the best of the best across the globe it took away so much more than anyone might ever know.
My home.
Everyone has a place they call home, and I was no different.
CHRIS PAGE: You took more away from me in one night than anyone or anything has taken away from me since the day I was born. I haven’t nor will I ever forgive you for the turmoil you put me through because I was content with my place in our industry. Guys like me don’t have to prove anything because our track records speak for themselves, our accomplishments don’t need repeating, and our legacies will stand the test of time.
Chris takes a deep breath as he reaches the midway point from the top of the ramp to the ringside area of CCPE Arena. The single spotlight still doesn’t reflect much of the dark arena as he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: BUT YOU ROBBED ME!
Chris lashes out into a violent scream that echoes all throughout the arena walls and into the corridors on the concourse level. Chris composes himself with several deep breaths in an attempt to center his chi.
CHRIS PAGE: And now it’s time you pay the piper.
Chris’s eyes are fixated on what’s in front of him.
CHRIS PAGE: I never forgot you or your look, I never forgot how unforgiving you are, I never lost sight of your malicious nature eager to cause pain and destruction as you’ve never created before or perhaps will ever see again. The truth is you haven’t changed. You’re still the heartless bitch that you’ve always been only now my eyes are wide open and I’m more woke than I have ever been.
The motivation to handle you, to take you to the deepest waters is unprecedented, Todrick. You and I have the undaunted task of kicking off the first set of matches on this entire event; and yeah fucksticks, I’m aware there’s a battle royale a day prior hence why I set a set of matches, yet my point rests with not only challenging ourselves and the threshold of pain we can endure, but the trial test is going to kick off this party on Day Two and have the masses talking about it on Day Four. There are a lot of tremendous battles lined up to follow us with everyone looking to steal the show.
If history tells us anything when the two of us hook up it’s that magic seems to happen.
Unfortunately for you, this is Disney and the Magic Kingdom isn’t rooted in Waikiki. The last thing this will be is pretty. When we step into that Cell, and that door is locked behind us we will be entering a world of pain, suffering, bloodshed, violence, and brutality that you never encountered a day in our life. The bullying you went through as a child will seem like a walk in the fucking park with what I will levy down upon you leaving you more in shambles than southern Florida in the path of Hurricane Ian… only this is Hurricane Page… and you are my southern Florida. You might need to tell Austin now that this isn’t going to be for the weakened heart. You need to tell him to double up on his meds because when he sees how I’ve rearranged that pretty little face of yours he’s going to go manic.
CHRIS PAGE: You’re like a bitter ex-wife or ex-husband that will not rest until you’ve ruined the lives of everyone you touch, and yet here I am openly calling for your undivided attention so that we can settle all of the unfinished business that NEEDS to be settled but this time I’ll be more prepared.
Chris starts to take several steps closer to what usually is the ringside area of CCPE Arena.
CHRIS PAGE: This time I’ve learned from my previous mistakes, this time I’ll be better equipped to deal with the pain that you are going to disperse across my body as all of those fans cheer you on… because this time I’ve unlocked something inside of me that nobody has been privy too.
Chris stops just as he reaches the foot of the ramp.
CHRIS PAGE: Hello darkness my old friend.
The arena lights draw up to reveal Hell in a Cell surrounding the WGWF ring.
CHRIS PAGE: You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for us to meet again.
Chris walks up to the Cell structure where he casually runs the palm of his hands across the cold unforgiving steel.
CHRIS PAGE: Your touch still feels so fresh,
Chris steps away from the structure.
CHRIS PAGE: I am going to settle our score once and for all…
The lights inside CCPE Arena go pitch dark In the darkness we hear the voice of Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m going to tap into something that I haven’t tapped into in a very long time.
The malicious nature in his tone starts to become more and more apparent.
CHRIS PAGE: He has been waiting for a moment to step back into the light, he is the worst nightmare in the deepest corner of my mind, and he’s about to be awakened. We all have a beast inside us… allow me to introduce you to mine.
The lights draw back up revealing…
THE BEAST: Todrick Tabor-Ramsey. My beast is real.
The lights in the building cut out and go dark leaving the sounds of maniacal laughter echoing off in the distance.
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September 2021- Day Three of the XWF’s Relentless marks the last time I stepped foot inside the structure known as Hell in a Cell. It was the culmination of a two-year blood feud against a guy that I once held in high regard. It was mine to win but the Cell took it away from me, and while that might not have any merrit ahead of this impending clash it speaks to unleashing my inner Beast. The one loss took away my home, I was an XWF guy until I lost my career thanks to the Cell… and I’ve been waiting for the chance to redeem myself.
Chris Page doesn’t have the killer instinct that I have.
Chris Page cares too much about what other people think while I can give two shits.
What Todrick Tabor-Ramsey needs to figure out with quickness is that The Beast and Chris Page are not one and the same. But again maybe young Toddy will comprehend when he’s dealing with over twenty personalities of his dear Husband. The last thing I am is conflicted on the levels of hell that I plan to release upon every inch of your body while I use it to paint a picture of violence not to be matched.
Think about it for just a moment.
No Disqualifications.
Anything goes.
What in the world might I bring to the party to shed your blood? Some Barbed wire? Maybe thousands of thumbtacks? Perhaps light tubes? Or what about exploding C-4? All bets are off for you Todrick. You’ve had more than enough time to carve a path of your own, and yet you’ve squandered them all at every turn. That seems to be what you’re good at dating back to Fight and even though modern-day OCW. We’ve been watching you, waiting for the moment to lure your innocence into our realm, and not only did you follow that trail of breadcrumbs you willingly put yourself in harm’s way for what you think is going to be some sort of crowning achievement only to find out that you’re just another outcast in an industry full of fake people solely looking out for their own interests. Yes, Toddy, I’m counting the seconds until the smell of the iron that makes up your blood invades my nasal passage, to hear you scream out for help only to be helpless while toying around with you until I deem that you’ve had enough. It will be then, and only then that I show you mercy by ending things as they should have been ended with a definitive victory just like Part One.
The victory you hold over Chris won’t hold any weight when I’m done separating your skin from your flesh.
You do not have the luxury of answering an open challenge, you don’t have the surprise factor, you don’t have anything going for you in the slightest, and I can damn sure guarantee that it’s going to take more than a rollup to knock down the goddamn beast. You and I have passed the point of no return, Todrick. This only ends with your screams haunting Austin’s dreams because every time he closes his eyes he’s going to see you sipping your meals through a straw. What do you think you will be able to do? Hell, you could take Page out without having the element of surprise, so if that’s a fact of life what chance do you have against the worst part of Chris Page? Call me crazy but I believe that answer is slim or none.
One thing is certain.
Your death certificate has been signed, sealed, and come to the Tara Fenix Charity Event The Beast of Chris Page is going to hand deliver it. The weekend is going to be filled with Ladder Matches, No DQ Matches, and Steel Cage affairs, but I am going to make sure that we set the level of violence to a level that will not be matched throughout the entire four-day event and you will be able to thank me for it. Don’t you worry Todrick, don’t you fret because you’re not the only one on The Beast’s shit list. There are PLENTY of others, the difference between you and them is you’re not a hypocritical piece of shit that pretends to care about the industry yet behind that curtain is dong worshipping each other trying to monopolize what is aired versus what is not, or better yet trying to tell people what words are socially acceptable and what’s not while using the what’s not in their private conversations (Yeah, receipts are a bitch. I can show them).
Thus far I haven’t exposed them just yet.
Their time is coming.
Your time is now.
The only way to make you understand just how fucked you are is by leaving you a broken shell of what you thought you once were. This is about accountability and holding you to it for waiting so long to set records straight with what transpired between you and Chris. You care too much about other people’s views or opinions of you… but so does Chris. That’s why I’m here. You see Toddy, you need to be woken up from this fantasy world in which you think everyone is your friend when most of them are the enemies that wouldn’t offer you a bucket to piss in if you were homeless on the streets of bum fuck anywhere; and that’s okay, Chris once thought the same thing too until the true colors of those very people started to shine through brighter and brighter as each day passed. He still fights it to this day because he believes in the fantasy world that everyone should be able to get along in some form or fashion- but not I, I’m everyone’s walking nightmare and you’re the unlucky fuck that gets to find out first-hand that the last thing you wanted was to be locked inside a Cell with a Beast that has been begging to be unleashed. Chris never asked for this, but he doesn’t have much of a choice… kind of like you.
So I guess the question now becomes just how much do you value your own life?
It’s not too late for you to remove yourself from this equation, but kid, I guarantee you if you show up in Waikiki to get into the Cell with the inner demon of Chris Page that you might walk in on your own accord… but you’re going to leave on a goddamn stretcher. I strongly suggest you say all your goodbyes now because come the close of this encounter you might not have another chance.
