Lima, Ohio welcomed a disgruntled Chris Page coming off his visit with Oliver Main where he learned his paranoia over this stalker is warranted. Chris has started putting the ball in motion to determine who is working with Oliver to get to Robert. Chris sits in the back of a car being that is being driven by a paid driver. He looks up at the blue Lima skies filled with cumulous clouds, deep in thought when the voice of his driver can be heard.


” Mr. Page are you sure this is where you are trying to go?” Chris breaks from his daze shaking his head slightly as his eyes blink several times quickly before leaning forward where he gets eyes on what his driver sees.







” Yeah…” There is an audible sigh from Chris Page before he opens the door.


” Sit tight.” Chris steps out of the car closing the door behind him. He looks directly at Thunder Knuckles castle, missing front door and all. The sounds of Creedence Clearwater Revival is heard coming from inside in the distance.







Chris shakes his head as he rolls his eyes before he walks around the front of the car. Chris walks up to the doorless frame of Thunder Knuckles trailer before stepping through it where he nearly falls through the floor just at the front door. Creedence gets louder as it is coming from down the hallway.


Thunder Knuckles has not bothered to clean anything up since Chris’s last visit; even the rope that once tied him to the wooden chair lays in place which draws a smirk from Page as the stench of some skunk weed invades his nasal cavity.


” THUNDER KNUCKLES!” Chris yells back towards the back of the trailer garnering loud coughing followed by a response.


” WHAT GODDAMNIT! Chris hears the sounds of Thunder Knuckles rustling around in the back of his trailer before he emerges with a bowl in hand.







” Chris-FUCKING-Page! My man!” Thunder Knuckles offers Page the bowl only to see Chris wave it off before shifting his head towards the missing front door before turning his attention back towards Thunder Knuckles as he states.


” I am buying you a goddamn door.” Suddenly an unknown voice to Chris is heard coming from Thunder Knuckles bedroom.


” Pass me that shit back TK…” Chris hears someone walking across paper and trash on the floor in the bedroom as it crumbles under his feet as it gets closer. Thunder Knuckles and Chris Page lock eyes as TK looks like he is a deer in headlights while Chris softly asks.


” Who the fuck is that?” Emerging in the door frame is none other than Jimmy.







” That is my fucking hetero life mate Jimmy.” Chris is far from impressed as he glances back towards Jimmy.


”Chris Page!!” Jimmy rushes towards Chris catching him by surprise as he hugs Chris tightly. Clearly, CCP is confused as Jimmy releases the grip from his hug before stepping away from Chris as he is slapped in the back of the head by Thunder Knuckles.


” Touch me again I will kill you.”


” Yeah Jimmy! What the fuck is your problem?! Go to the fridge and grab our guest and me a beer.”


” May I have one?”


” You may… shut the fuck up before I find a gerbil and stick it up to your ass again!” Thunder Knuckles walks out into the deselect living quarters of his humble abode where he plops down on a broken couch.


” What do I owe the goddamn visit in the middle of the week?” Jimmy emerges from the kitchen where he hands Chris a beer and then he hands one over to Thunder Knuckles. Chris looks at the label while Thunder Knuckles opens his bottle. Chris takes his eyes off the Miller Light and back on Thunder Knuckles as he answers.


” I got confirmation that someone does know what we did to Robert.” Jimmy immediately pretends like he is swinging a baseball bat while spouting out.


” We cracked that asshole's skull!” Chris shatters his bottle of beer across the forehead of Jimmy which sends him sailing back into the kitchen counter before he falls to the floor.


I could not help myself.


Chris softly responds.


It is okay.”


” What is okay?” Chris looks back over at Thunder Knuckles.


” The Beast said hello.” Thunder Knuckles says nothing as he takes another swig of beer.


” So what the fuck is all this horseshit about someone knowing something?” Chris takes a seat in the very wooden chair that Thunder Knuckles was tied to just a few short weeks ago.


” I visited Oliver based on what transpired at Snow Job…” Thunder Knuckles barks out towards Chris.


” Are you still on that goddamn thing? When did you become so mother fucking paranoid?”


” When my suspicions were confirmed, like I was saying, I went and saw Oliver. He told me that in the event he was not heard from us for a few days that someone was too out to us. While I can appreciate your lack of concern I do not think I need to remind you of what is all at stake here if word gets back to Robert. Chris is not himself as there are worry and concern within the tone of his voice.


” I knew coming in that it was only a matter of time before everything comes to light; I wanted to be the puppet master when it came to how this information was delivered.” Thunder Knuckles burps before he asks.


” What makes you so goddamn sure you can believe a word that comes from that cock sucker's mouth? He will tell you anything to try and rattle you, knowing there is not a goddamn thing that fucker can do but rot in a cell.”


” We saw it in his eyes, he was telling the truth.”


” Who the fuck is we?”


” The Beast.” Chris gets up and walks across the busted living room of Thunder Knuckles, slowly pacing back and forth.


” He is not bluffing either; take that with all the extra questions Robert has been asking lately…”


” Let’s say I fucking believe you, and let’s say Oliver is telling the goddamn truth. What is our next move?”


” That is simple.” Chris stops pacing across the floor as he turns towards Thunder Knuckles who finishes up the last of his beer before throwing the bottle over at Jimmy on the floor just missing him by a few inches.


” Prepare for war.” Chris seriously states.


” The flood gates are going to open and it will bring a shit storm with it. I have gotten one of my Agent Friends involved; he has a team at a black site preparing to torture him to give up a possible name. I am also having someone look into his phone records but I am expecting a dead end because Oliver does not strike me as a dumb fuck.” Thunder Knuckles gets up off of the broken couch before running his right hand through the back of his luscious locks.


” So, our only real shot is putting our goddamn faith in a FED to give us the name of someone who might be behind this shit?”


” As it stands now… yes.” Discouragingly Thunder Knuckles throws his hands up in the air before allowing them to fall at his waist side as he sarcastically spouts out.


” Well, we are fucked.”


” Not entirely, I have had security on Robert’s hospital room since all of this started. I have a few ways to shake this tree to see what falls out.”


” I'm fucking listening.” Chris reaches into the inner sport coat pocket where he pulls out a small tape recorder holding it up.


” I recorded the conversation with Oliver… I am going to splice this together into a message for Robert pinning it on Oliver. I want to gage the reaction that I get, while I can attest that nobody has come to see Rob I cannot say the same thing about phone calls. If Oliver was in touch with someone throughout this entire deal then that person would be able to implicate a lot of people, and it would have to be someone that he knows that Rob knows and would be in contact with.” Chris tucks the tape recorder back into the inner pocket of his sport coat as he continues.


” I made a point when I turned Robert to the dark side that he cut ties with anyone that could get in his ear. We have some homework to do…” Chris turns his head back towards Jimmy who slowly starts to stir amongst the trash on the floor.


” If he becomes more of a problem I cannot guarantee that The Beast will not intervene and fuck his world up.” Chris turns his attention towards Thunder Knuckles.


” You and I are in this together… If you fall, I fall. I am going to splice all this together go back to Robert. I played off BoB’s parade, I downplayed how I can work with you… he hasn’t asked about that message, but I know him… he will. That is where the tape will play into the mix.” Chris winks at Thunder Knuckles.



… TO BE CONTINUED.

WORDS FROM THE STONED ONE:

As our time together grows, I feel the need to offer an apology to all six of Big D’s fans. I want to apologize for pointing out just how fucking ass-backward your savior has shown himself to be, I want to apologize for browbeating him into the corner that he has found himself in as our date on Warfare looms on the horizons, and I want to apologize for none of you being smart enough to see when you are being spoon-fed the levels of bullshit Big D feeds you on a daily to keep you. I wish that all six of you would open your eyes and understand that you are all following a leader that is not anything but a follower. There is not anything cutting edge about your messiah, there is not anything tangible that he brings to the table but sheer boredom at having to sit through a promotional piece he calls a promo.


Your boy came out the gates quick but fizzled out quicker than his second run as Television Champion.


He has followed the trail of breadcrumbs I have laid for him just like so many others and now the time to pounce properly is upon us.


So let me get this straight, Daniel. Let me make sure I completely and understand you. You bitch about not getting opportunities while I counter that with High Stakes, you counter that with being a member of management? Dude when the fuck has that stopped ANYONE from competing? More importantly, you were so terrible that you got relieved of your duties immediately following High Stakes, convenient timing. What you fail to discuss is what led you to that position. Wait, didn’t you retire too? Oh, shit, I cannot keep you straight… but then again neither can you, so that speaks volumes. You took a position behind the scenes because much like now you simply do not cut the mustard with being a CREDIBLE opponent. Even as a General Manager you were a goddamn joke. Nobody took you seriously, nobody respected you, nobody cared that you tried to throw your weight around because at the end of the day it was the only way you could get yourself “over”.


Under your leadership, Savage tanked harder than your XWF career.


Holding open challenges for a belt that is not even acknowledged by the XWF against the bottom of the barrel does not help your case regardless if you want it to or not. What about blaming Blackwater for YOUR failure at winning the Universal Championship from Robert. It is kind of hard for any statement you make blaming others for your loss when you got disposed of to the point you could not break a pinfall attempt; but hey man, you tell yourself whatever you need to tell yourself if it makes you feel better about being a failure while I have accomplished something in two years that you haven’t accomplished within your tenure with this company, LEGITIMATELY winning its top prize; unlike you. Coming in second is nothing more than being the first loser. See Daniel, I was not nor have I ever been handed a goddamn thing anytime I have graced this federation with my presence. I pre-date just about anyone, if not everyone on this roster if you go back to 2005. I worked my ass off to get to this spot by hook or by crook and alas here I stand while you are nipping at the heels of anyone that will throw you a bone. The days of you being handed victories, being handed lame opponents because they are all that will bend to your need at the time has come and gone. Now you are put in a position of having to EARN your spot, and we both know that tends to slip through your fingers when you do not have the testicular fortitude that is required to be the top guy in ANY federation.


So let’s talk about your television title match for a few minutes.


You remember that, right?


Of course, you do… you beat Thad, remember? Yeah, you do because you have already reminded us all. After all, one of your ONLY accomplishments you can hang your hat on. How exactly did you get there? Was it based on your ability? Was it something that you earned? Do you remember? Here let me remind you and everyone else.







Ringing any bells?


This is the same man to profess himself to be the Worlds Heavyweight Champion, the number two man, right? He is the same jackass that dropped ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND X-BUX for a Television Title match. Did you hear me? One Hundred Thousand X-Bux because he was not capable of earning his shot at then Champion Thaddeus Duke, and while he shocked the world and beat Thad he certainly did not have a firm grasp on it because he ran into a cunt named Noah who burned his ass like I burn a joint. Does anyone else see a trend with my challenger yet? I’m going to dive deeper, how about that second reign as Television Champion? You remember that reign that lasted mere moments before Noah bitch smacked you again. Don’t you love Championship scrambles?


That is in the past that will always come back to haunt you.


So will your present.


The claim to fame is carrying that World Title around on your open challenges, right? That title means SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much that it was used to suck me into putting up the REAL title, right? With such defenses again Barney Green, Tommy Wish, and your most recent the Thugs…







Those are your last sets of opponents… impressive, right? Talk about some Main Event level players! Watch out Corey because Big D is primed and ready! Goddamn, you make this shit too easy.


What is more impressive is how you retained over the Thugs… was anything but convincing; you want to see how a REAL Champion gets his wins to take a good look at how I put Thad down, go back and watch how I put Noah down; more importantly, just watch the replay of Warfare when you wake the fuck up once I knock you the fuck out. I mean, I do wish that I could say that taking all these shots at you would bore me… but just when I thought you couldn’t further load my gun you opened your mouth again.






Trust me, I’ll get to it.


In the meantime, I figure the best way to continue to make you regret ever-growing the nuts to utter my name will be to continue to expose you as the overrated sack of shit you are. All of your accomplishments in the XWF are met with a huge asterisk while all of mine are anything but. You consistently throw Robert’s name into this mix like he will not show up and slap the taste out of your mouth for even trying to leverage him as a cheap attempt to make yourself look hip or cool when you are anything but. You are the lowest of the low when it comes to being opportunistic, almost on my level but your manipulation skills are incredibly lacking. Watching you is like amateur hour at a low-end club on an open mic night where you are the only person that fucking shows up.


It is quite sad and pathetic.


People might think I am being harsh when it comes to how I am bitch slapping you around like my personal whore but I am doing this for you. It is to show you the error of your ways in the hopes that one day you might achieve the success you THINK you are worth, you have to go up against people better than you if you ever plan on improving; I am better than you. I have completely assassinated your career; I have nixed this façade that you have been overlooked, I have shed light on you buying your way to yourself title matches because you aren’t capable of earning them and I have murdered you within this war of the words. You have been sliced to the core with all being left is wiping the mat with your stupid face.


Congratulations for trying… but I do not hand out participation trophies… that seems more your speed, am I right?


You are about to step into the ring with a fifty-year-old man that has DOMINATED this federation, a man that has been involved in every main event of every Pay-Per-View since War Games, the man that the biggest weekend of the year was built around main eventing two nights while delivering three quality performances on three separate nights, the same man has taken my spot by putting in the work win or lose. Even in my losses; let’s use Thunder Knuckles as the reference to start with since one of the shots you fired was directed there. Did you see me complaining when BoB ran down and gift wrapped that victory for him? Do you see me pointing out to anyone that will listen that before that EPIC finishing Single Foot DDT that I was cold-cocked by the Television Title? I am asking you did you see me using the MANY OUTS that presented to me?


Did you see me pitching a fit about having my head shaved?


You did not.


Why?


It is because I am a fucking man and I should have seen it all coming; not that I expect you to admit mistakes and own them. What about the loss of the Tag Titles to Thad and Doc at High Stakes? Have you been in the ring with Doc before? Of course not because he is a legend MUCH like myself, and cuntcakes like you usually are not worth our time… and I’ve covered why you are getting mine. Listen, beating you does not do a whole lot for me, as you are well aware because it is expected. The only thing you can do at this point is to try and close the gap and TRY to hang in that ring with me move for move, hold for hold. Just enjoy the ride that I will take you on, enjoy your moment and take it all in knowing that this will be the LAST moment in the sun for you and the XWF Universal Championship.


I did not pick this fight.


I will damn sure end it.


I am sure by the time I get to your third and fourth attempt I will see nothing more but the same rebuttals that I have already seen. You will continue to play the game that I have manipulated for you. This road you are on is going to carry you to Wednesday Night Warfare where you will be forced to walk that aisle and put your money where your mouth is. What you and everyone else fail to realize revolves around how in this business you have two major aspects; you have the physical… but where you are fucked is the more critical mental game. You question what I have done? Brother, I have played a mental game that has led me to be the King of the Castle.


How many Universal Titles have you won?


That is what the fuck I thought.


Run along, pup.

- HALL OF LEGENDS 2019
- 2019 Heel of the Year
- 2019 Locker Room Leader of the Year
- 2019 Feud of the Year w. Robert Main (you’re welcome)
- Former


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XWF World Heavyweight Champion