The scene opens with the following shot of The Cathedral Church of Saint Joseph in South Wales.





The old Cathedral sits on the corner of a very busy street as traffic is heard behind us. We pan back a little revealing CHRIS PAGE and ADAM BARKER standing on the side street looking up at the steeple on the roof as we hear ADAM ask.


ADAM BARKER- “You done a lot of interesting shit from kicking a Queen’s Guard in the balls to using President Trump to get cheap heat too even pissing all over the Satanic Bible… but this, I’m not so sure that you’re not going to burst into flames the moment we walk through those doors.” The list of horrible shit I’ve done is endless because I take great pleasure in shitting all over everyone and everything that finds its way in front of me regardless of how outlandish it might be, which is what’s brought us to the Catholic Church because I need answers to my questions.


CHRIS PAGE- “Burst into flames? Spontaneous combustion?? Who the fuck do you think you are, Bill Nye?” Sheer sarcasm exudes from Chris as he removes his hands from the pockets of his black dress slacks before brushing down the front of his crisp white dress shirt that’s tucked in his waist line. ”At least I dressed the fucking part.”


ADAM BARKER- “Well yippee skippy you’re not wearing a t-shirt with BOLD print.” Adam giggles to himself drawing a response from Chris.


CHRIS PAGE- “I’ll have you know those are cute and witty t-shirts…” Chris shifts his head directly towards the camera and rolls his eyes while lightly shaking his head before the two start to walk between the green shrubbery up the side walk leading towards the front entrance to the cathedral.


ADAM BARKER- “Why do I have a bad feeling about this…”


CHRIS PAGE- “Stop acting like a bitch…” Or as I will now refer to it as a Soldier; so let me go ahead and dumb this down for you so there’s no room for misinterpretation, you’re last name is now going to take the place of the word “bitch” considering in just under a week time you’re going to profess to the world that you are in fact a bitch. Did you understand that? Just making sure. ”What’s the worst that could happen?”


ADAM BARKER- “Knowing you… everything.” The two men reach the front doors of the Cathedral. Adam is shown taking a deep breath before he reaches out for the black push handle to pull the large, freshly stained oak door open revealing the inside of the Cathedral.





Both Chris and Adam step into the Cathedral and onto the red carpet that lines a path down to the pulpit lined with older pews. The first thing coming out of the mouth of Chris Page…


CHRIS PAGE- “Smells like old people in here.” Adam hits Chris on the shoulder drawing Chris’s attention where Adam mouths the words “be nice” at Chris causing Chris to scoff towards Adam before shifting his attention back towards the inner Cathedral.


ADAM BARKER- “Why exactly did you want to come here again?” Without hesitation Chris responds.


CHRIS PAGE- “I want to talk to a priest.”


ADAM BARKER- “This is not going to end well.” Chris observes the Cathedral where he notices to the left of the pulpit rests the confessional rooms. He points as he states.


CHRIS PAGE- “And I’ll find one over there.” Chris immediately starts walking with a purpose down the center aisle of the Cathedral with Adam nipping at his heels as he tries to convince him to walk away.


ADAM BARKER- “I’m begging you not to do this, please don’t go in there.” It’s too late as Chris enters the left side of the confessional where he takes a seat and mutters out just as the slide to the other side of the confessional slides open.


CHRIS PAGE- “It’s cramped as fuck in here.” The priest on the other side of the confessional quickly responds.


”What was that, my son?” Clearly Chris didn’t hear the priest slide the small door open. The screen mixed with the dim lights make it hard to see who is sitting next to you as Chris states.


CHRIS PAGE- “Sorry about that dude, you just never know what kind of shit will come from my mouth; ah fuck I did it again!” Immediately the priest responds to Chris.


”Quite the mouth you have on you, son.” Without hesitation we get a response.


CHRIS PAGE- “It’s a blessing and a curse.”


”What brings you hear today, my son?”


CHRIS PAGE- “So the whole “my son” thing is kind of creepy when you consider what you people do to little boys, so if it’s all the same to you please call me Chris.” There’s a long pause from the priest, long enough for Chris to continue on. ”What brings me here today is I have some questions that I’m looking for answers on and there’s nobody better than a priest to get them from since you guys believe in the whole “heaven” and “hell, “God” and “Lucifer” mumbo jumbo that most of society is conditioned to believe exists since infancy…” I have to be careful with my inner thoughts because apparently both Shane and Unknown Soldier can read my mind and comment on it as if I’ve spoken it out loud; all that being said, it’s strange to me how someone can be so gung ho over entities that simply do not exist. I’m not just talking about Unknown Soldier, I’m talking about guys like the fucking Pope.


”It’s safe to assume you’re a non-believer, correct?”


CHRIS PAGE- “When it comes to the Bible it’s seriously hard for me to believe that there’s talking snakes, wild animals can coexist on a boat ride from hell and that a women magically got pregnant…. We’re not even touching the walking on water or turning water into wine…” Again I feel the need to be careful so Unknown Soldier and Shane don’t use there magical powers to invade my thoughts as these are words running through my head and not words that are spoken; think about that and then tell me HOW. I digress, it’s not Unknown Soldier’s fault that he was born a fucking dumbass and didn’t have a true family that actually gave a shit about him; look at em’ a face only a mother could love… oh wait, scratch that.


”All scriptures are open to interpretation for you to formulate your own opinion.” The scratchiness in his throat tells Chris this is an older priest, probably one who touched little boys back in the day, ya know, something Solider and get off on today.


CHRIS PAGE- “See this is where it doesn’t make sense, homie… If it’s open to interpretation than why in the blue hell are their priests, pastors and every other scam artist preaching it as if it’s the gospel, as if its definitive and completely based off truth? It doesn’t make sense or add up… but you’re all pretty quick to pass that collection plate around, aren’t ya?” Sarcasm exudes from Chris Page as he quickly states. ”I’m kidding…” Before muffling under his break. ”No I’m not.”


”What’s really troubling you?” He asks.


CHRIS PAGE- “It’s not what’s troubling me personally, I’m just trying to get a handle on all this because I’d like to consider myself an extremely logical guy that tries to look at everything from every possible angle; I have this friend who loves to worship Satan, and if Satan is known as Lucifer and Lucifer was cast out of “heaven” by “God”, the very “god” that is derived from your good book that’s completely open to interpretation?” Chris continues on. ”Do you see where I’m going with all this? It’s just not adding up or making sense, and while he’s nowhere near as rational when it comes to the thinking process I want to snap him out of this delusional fantasy world that he lives in where he can slaughter babies, sacrifice whatever is on the menu that day or to stop dressing like a fucking second rate drag queen looking for a try out for RuPaul’s Drag Race!” It’s rather dreadful and will certainly not help you chances getting cast in that lifetime role. ”It’s destroying his life and all I want to do is lend a helping fist.”


”I’m not really sure what you want me to say. It’s a lot of information to soak in and digest.” The priest has sheer confusion within the tone of his voice as Chris responds.


CHRIS PAGE- “Isn’t that why you’re here, to be some sort of guiding light?” Chris asks before he continues. ”Hypothetical question, what would you say to someone who pissed all over the Satanic Bible?”[green] The priest quickly chokes under his breath before spouting out,


”That would be bad, that would be very bad.”


[green]CHRIS PAGE- “Bad in the sense of what, exactly?”


”If you’re a believer in Satanism it would the worst thing you could do and you would be asking for trouble.”


CHRIS PAGE- “And if you’re a nonbeliever?” Without hesitation the priests comes back with.


”It might make you a believer real quick.” There’s sheer conviction in the voice of the Priest as he asks. ”Did you pee on the Satanic Bible?” There’s a pause from Chris before he opts to answer honestly.


CHRIS PAGE- “I most certainly did not.” Chris then follows up with. ”Okay so maybe I accidentally might have pulled my dick out, maybe the satanic bible was on the floor in front of me and maybe I pissed all over it like it owed me money, nice and healthy.” There’s a audible sigh from the priest.


”Are you stupid or something?” Depends on who you ask and when you ask them.


CHRIS PAGE- “Jury is still out according to some.” Chris laughs under his breath.


”I hate to break it to you but in my world you’ve just opened Pandora’s box to an extent.”


CHRIS PAGE- “Get the fuck out of here with all that crap.”


”I’m very serious…” The tone in his voice in enough to give you chills as the priest continues. ”You should let me pray for you.”


CHRIS PAGE- “With all due respect I don’t need your prayers; I don’t want your prayers. I want to end this lie that Satan or God exists.” I mean me personally I just want to hear the excuses. ”Judging from the answers you’ve given me thus far leads me to believe that I didn’t need to come here to begin with.”


”You was meant to come here and we were meant to speak. It’s all a part of God’s plan.”


CHRIS PAGE- “If you say so bro.” Chris gets up from his seat and exits the confessional where he meets Adam Barker who is sitting on the front pew of the Cathedral. Adam stands up with anxiety written all over his face as he asks.


ADAM BARKER- “So… did you get the answers you was seeking?” Reluctantly Adam asks.


CHRIS PAGE- “Fuck no.” Chris mutters under his breath. ”It’s the same lies and the same propaganda with the only real answer being “open to interpretation.”


ADAM BARKER- “Technically it is.”


CHRIS PAGE- “Neither one of you are telling me anything I don’t already know.” Interpretation is an interesting word in our line of work because we collectively interpret what we choose to interpret when our opponents cut the proverbial promo; interpretation can leads you in two directions, the right way or the wrong way… and for Soldier; remember my inner thoughts that word means? That’s right, bitch! You did pay attention. Here’s a cookie… I digress, sorry I have that tendency it’s just the ADD or ADHD or whatever other learning disability needs to be thrown at the masses, but Soldier has elected to take that path of interpretation down the wrong path that’s going to certainly further lead to his demise. This first week has been just the pawing phase when it comes to what I have instore now that we’ve gotten all the ground work out of the way. ”This was a waste of time.” Chris and Adam start to walk up the center aisle towards the front doors of the Cathedral where Adam takes the lead to open the door, which he does. Chris walks out the front door and out to the side walk in front of the Cathedral followed by Adam Barker who asks.


ADAM BARKER- “So, what’s next?” As Chris is walking between the hedges on the sidewalk the ground starts to slightly tremble beneath his feet causing Chris to take an immediate notice.


CHRIS PAGE- “The fuck is that? An earthquake? In Wales?”


ADAM BARKER- “What are you talking about?” The trembling of the ground starts to escalate a little heavier under Chris’s feet as he turns around to see Adam Barker standing close by perfectly fine and no tremors. Chris turns back towards the street looking for a plausible, logical reason but there’s nothing. The ground trembles harder, shifting under the side walk where it starts to crack open! Chris leaps backwards as the sidewalk literally separates and opens right up in front of him as a dark red illuminating light, dull at first but begins to get brighter the closer it gets to the surface.


CHRIS PAGE- “You’re not seeing this shit?!?!”


ADAM BARKER- “Seriously dude, what are you talking about?” From Adam’s perspective all is right with the world and he sees the reaction from Chris but the side walk is completely fine. ”Did you get high why you were in there?” The red illuminating light gets insanely bright before completely engulfing Chris as it turns into thick red smog. Chris turns around to find Adam only to find him isolated and alone. He hears something behind him causing him to turn around with fists clinched where he’s snatched by an oversized red hand with razor sharp nails completely wrapping Chris up and snatching him back into the hole! The thick red smog sucks back into the hole before the hole closes itself up as if nothing ever happened and where we find Adam Barker looking around for Chris. ”Chris?” Adam scans the area looking for Chris but he isn’t there. ”This isn’t funny.” There’s nothing from Chris as the scene fades.


… To be continued.











[b]Words from the Stoned One:[b]


Isn’t it funny to sit back and watch people who claim they don’t care enough about you, that tell you that you suck, that say the same thing over and over and over and over again like Solider and Shane hinge on every word that escapes my mouth… or run through my mind because apparently they’re both mind readers too! I find it utterly hysterical that you both respond or retort to thoughts that occupy my mind as opposed to thoughts that I verbally express… or do we make up our rules as we go? Because if that’s the way we’re going to play I can certainly take it a step further, but unlike both of you I’m not that desperate because you’re both giving me all the material I need on a daily basis to continue chopping you both down with each and every day that a passes.


Take Solider for example.


Ironic that he is now one step behind me with each promo; if you them that, and each promo is a direct response to something I’ve said; or thought, remember they read minds now, I digress. Soldier’s direct responses to thing I’ve said is yet another flaw that’s exposed itself along the way, and I’m not saying that I haven’t taken a shit all over some of the sheer bullshit that has flown out of his mouth because I have… but not EVERY promo has been based off something he’s said. That’s called being original. Say it with me Soldier, O-rig-in-al. Good boy, you deserve a treat.


I’ve already talked about your lame match stipulations.


I’ve already talked about what the Universal Title means to me and my career.


I’ve already exposed Soldier for the joke he is.


I’ve touched on Shane ’s potential involvement.


I’ve made Peter Gilmour jokes.


I’ve worn “witty” t-shirts that no one thinks are funny.


Apparently I suck.


Solider can read thoughts that run through my mind and speaks on them as if I spoke the words myself.


But yet you rely on me in order to try and make yourself look like you know what you’re talking about? You’ve done nothing but try to make this nothing more than a mockery, and even with that it’s been done piss poorly. You reek of desperation for someone that thinks I do and your actions speak while you’ve been playing follow the leader. I’m about to kick this into “coast mode” as there’s literally nothing else you can say to me or about me that’s going to pack any real punch. You’ve been outplayed this entire little run from the word go, I’m like the pied piper and you the rat I’m leading through these streets.


Let me go ahead and tell you what I’m about to do. It’s completely unheard of.


I’m going to go into this next week without so much as viewing a copy of any promo Soldier, remember what that one word means right? Awesome, just checking, I’m not going to view anything Soldier bothers to put out because we all know what HIS interpretation is all about when it comes to me and what he THINKS he’s going to do to me, and I’m strictly going to focus on me and what I’m doing for no other reason than what is going to unfold. You can call that stupid, you can call it crazy or you can call it smart because from this moment there’s no immediate retorts from me, but if I’m being perfectly honest I’m just bored of with what I’m seeing.


The anticipation is the only thing that’s killing me when I really sit back and think about it.


There’s not been anyone’s ass that I’ve wanted to kick more than Soldier’s.


… Maybe Shane .


Jury is still out on that.


The time is slowly ticking down though so I assume I’ll be okay because we’re just a mere week away from history being made as I will take my spot on top of this goddamn federation like I should have at Leap of Faith. You can’t change the past, but you can dictate the future. Unlike my opponent, the current reigning and defending Universal Champion the message that I’m sending isn’t as limp as Liberace’s hand shake, oh no. The message that I’m sending reeks with the crowning of a new Universal Champion. Soldier is just in the wrong place at the wrong time against the wrong opponent; and right he’s played perfectly into my hands as he continues to exude confidence while oozing underestimation. He’s going to learn today that this isn’t a sprint.. .it’s a marathon. He’s tried to fuck with me on so many levels that have simply fallen flat; but I’m going to tell you this if you fuck with me I’m going fuck you back until you’re coughing up my dick.


How’s the gag reflex?


I’m prepared to not only fight you, Soldier. I’m prepared to fight your imaginary friend as well. Bring on the horns, bring on the pitch fork, and bring on the pig blood because I’m prepared for it all. There’s nothing that you can do that can shock me much like there’s nothing that you can do to beat me. I don’t have to pad my promo’s, I don’t have to draw out my time in front of the camera in order for it to pack a mean fucking punch and I certainly don’t and won’t play this your way. Right about now I’m going ahead and putting the baby powder on my hand so I can Soldier slap you in front of the world and hit you where it hurts… not by taking the Universal Title, the hit that’s going to hurt you worse is the hit it pride that you’re never going to be able to live down.


I’ve been talking about leading you along the way, well now I when you find out that it wasn’t bullshit.


Get your vocals chords ready for a good ole fashion fucking because come Warfare we're going to all hear just how loud you can scream.


... until we meet again.

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