” I’m glad you decided to come back.”


The scruffy undertone of the unseen psychologist of Chris Page while we see Chris once again sitting back against the backing of the plush brown sofa.


” I had my reservations that you would return.”


” I got to thinking about some of the things you’ve been saying and the truth is I want to figure out how to control it. The only way to do that is by going through this process in the hopes that you can help me.”


” Before you left last week I asked you to reflect on when you remember these blackouts starting. Tell me about the first time you can remember you lost time.”


” See that’s just it, I don’t recall when the first time it happened was. What I do know is that it’s been this year after Robert and I became XWF Tag Champions, but it’s more than that… from there it seems like every time I start to feel myself losing control.”


Chris leans forward looking off-camera at his doctor as he continues.


” I can tell you that when the Beast emerges it’s lights out.”


” Have you given any more thought to let me speak to The Beast?”


” I can’t do that… “


” And why is that?”


” I’ve already told you that I can’t control him or what he might do. What’s to say he doesn’t decide to end your life where you sit? Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”


” If you’re asking me if I’m scared of The Beast that answer is no.”


” So you say.”


” You seem to forget this isn’t my first encounter with multiple personalities. It seems based on the things you’ve told me you’ve got a handful of triggers that we’re going to have to get under control. How these things progress, you’ll have a blackout here or there but when they become more frequent means The Beast is trying to take over Chris Page.”


” What happens if this continues?”


” The more The Beast or the Monster take control of your body the harder it becomes for you to take it back. If you’ve noticed, has your blackouts gotten longer time-wise?”


” Yes.”


” Hmmm…”


” What?”


” This could be getting a lot worse before it starts to get any better….”


The overhead lights start to flicker as we see Chris looking up at them as they then start to dim out.


” This isn’t going to be good.”


The office goes dark.


” Chris?”


” Who?”


The office lights draw back up revealing…







” You’re not Chris Page.”


” Aren’t you the presumptive one.”


The Beast gazes across the office off-screen at the Doctor as he tilts his head ever so slightly as he states.


” You’re the one filling Chris’s head full of shit.”


There’s a slight pause before The Beast states.


” Why are you leading him down a path that you and I both know doesn’t exist, hmm? Rumor has it you wanted to speak to me… here I am.”


There’s an evil smirk that graces the painted white face of The Beast.


” So tell me Doc, what’s on your mind?”


” Why now have you made yourself known within Chris Page?”


” Are you about to try and psychoanalyze me? Listen you’ve been talking to the guy so you know he’s a pussy. He’s nothing like he once was and thus HE created me. Be careful what you wish for because now you’re going to get it. What Chris didn’t realize is just how strong I truly am. You should be thanking me…”


” And why is that?”


” At least I allow him to still think he has control.”


” Doesn’t he have control?”


” Is he here?”


” What do you want?”


” Are you going to ask a legitimate question? You’re boring me.”


Once again the overhead lights in the office begin to start to flicker before dimming out to darkness. The blackout last several seconds before coming back up to reveal…







” What happened?”[green]



…TO BE CONTINUED.

Words from the Stoned One:

[green]Barney fucking Green everyone!


Are you seriously that fucking stupid to think that you; a mud wrestler that was reduced to make a name for himself through blood and guts is going to stand a chance inside the ring with someone of my stature? Dude, wake up! Snap out of it here and now because if that was your best shot I feel sorry for you. So let’s discuss some of your “best shots” shall we? Yes, Barney, I’m pushing fifty years old. Congratulations on proving you can do simple addition or read a bio; but homie, do I have to run through this again when it comes to being older than most? It isn’t about me being fifty years old more so than it’s about what this fifty-year-old can still do. I’m the guy that went over an hour and fifteen minutes with Shawn Warstein, I’m the guy that was behind the door the Engineer came knocking on when he won the Universal Title, I’m the guy that is in the midst of a record-setting Tag Title run with THE most dominate man this company has ever seen and I’m the guy that continues to run fucking circles around pieces of shit like you. Fuck man, Peter Gilmour makes more sense than you do bro. Is this how far you’ve fallen? Reduced to being a raging alcoholic? Is that the price you’ve paid for putting together some hardcore resume that is laughable at best you dumb fucking cunt.







You wasted so much time talking about the bullshit that has zero merits when it comes to this contest; who the fuck cares about the WGWF? Who gives a fuck you had a match in a federation I once owned, what? Eight years ago? Bro, do yourself a favor and keep it current because the past means shit when compared to the here and now. I’ll give you the argument that our history as professional wrestlers has brought us to where we are today; but don’t you for one goddamn second lose sight that YOU are responsible for what happens to you come Wednesday Night on Warfare.


Actions have consequences and repercussions


The embarrassment and humiliation I am going to put you through could have all been avoided…. Until you thought it was a good idea to punch me in the face; homie that’s not respect or anything you claim to have for me. Throwing a cheap shot like that is disrespectful, a POLAR opposite of what you profess to have for me you ignorant fuck! Jesus Christ dude, you make this entirely too easy.


You ask if I’m going to shake your hand after I dispose of you. Fuck your handshake!


I’m going to be far for disrespectful to you than you ever thought about being to me and in the process, I’m going to make you my bitch! I’m going to slap you around and call you Susie for no other reason than because I can and you’re not talented enough to stop me. It starts by kicking the shit out of you on Warfare and it will end with me tossing your talentless ass over the top rope at High Stakes eliminating your chances of EVER being a top Champion again.


Why the fuck would you be stupid enough to remotely mention The Beast by name?


Do you seriously have a death wish?


Don’t answer that I’ve seen your work in the past.


Let me enlighten you on something when it comes to dealing with The Beast. He doesn’t just pop up for the sake of popping up. There’s got to be a reason for it and I hate to break the bad news to you… there’s no reason for him to rear his head when dealing with a lower class piece of talent such as yourself. If you think for one second you warrant that kind of reaction and that kind of representation from The Beast you’re sadly mistaken.


You couldn’t hang five minutes with The Beast let alone put up a credible fucking fight.


You barely do that now.


The only reason I’m giving you any of my time or energy solely rests with returning the favor and putting you on your ass in front of the world. You’ve been thrown into the deep end of the pool and can’t even tread water against someone of my stature. You are in for a rude awakening and come Wednesday Night Warfare I’m going to continue to do what I do anytime I’ve been put in the ring with you… defeat you.


Oh yeah… before I forget.







Barney Green is about to be put in the rearview for a spell until our paths cross at High Stakes; my second reason for gracing Warfare with my presence revolves around putting a contract in the hands of Thaddeus Duke; doubling down on High Stakes by making the incentives only bigger since after all I’m a homophobic douche bag that is made to be the bad guy after kicking the crap out of Thad at Relentless. While you can continue to play around on Twitter as if that banter means a goddamn thing I’m going to go ahead and bury you just like I did your old man!


Guys like you talk about it while guys like me are about it.


I hope you intend on showing up because I’ve made it known exactly where I’ll be. I’m going to continue building my momentum while guys like you continue to hide behind injuries while desperately trying to convince the world you’re the best. Get the fuck out of you twat. Bottom line if you show up on Warfare I’ve got the contract that will allow you to put up or shut up, gives you the chance to take away the only thing you all claim makes me relevant. Whatcha going to do kiddo? You going to man up or are you going to punk out? Warfare is my last stop on the road to High Stakes and I for one am feeling pretty good about the trajectory that I’ve been on. Sure, the wins I’m gathering are pretty expected but one thing we’ve all learned when dealing with the XWF is to expect the unexpected. Playtime is about over, and the slinging of words shall soon become nonexistent while all that will be left are actions. Slowly but surely, my actions are speaking louder than any of my words could. Unfortunately, for most of you, you can’t say the same thing.

- 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


With Robert "The Omega" Main

XWF World Heavyweight Champion