Chapter 2: A brother’s bond

Our scene opens on the private leer jet belonging to one Chris Page wear we find the current XWF World Tag Team Champions of Robert Main and Chris Page; collectively known as Cataclysm sitting comfortably in their seats.









” God I hate Alabama.”


Chris states as he looks out the window as they descend towards the Montgomery soil before shifting his attention across the aisle towards his partner and dominating force that has the eyes of affection from everyone on the roster that is known simply as “The Omega”.


” Dude what’s up man? You’ve been quiet on this trip. I thought you’d be excited after thrashing that puke on the streets of Paris and crashing Wizard’s upcoming celebration of an internet-based award that means about as much as the Kleenex we wipe our snot with.”


Robert shifts his attention towards Chris as he doesn’t say a word.


” What’s going on?”


[i[Robert breaks his silence as he states.[/i]


” Something doesn’t sit right with Adam…”


Chris lets out a groan before he spouts out towards Robert.


” Not this again…”


” What do you mean not this again? You don’t find it remotely suspect that he drops off the face of the planet after we won the tag straps; no phone calls, no communications only to resurface weeks before you have the opportunity to lock down the TV Title division as Robert's done with the Xtreme Division and like WE’VE done with the Tag Division…”


There’s no denying that since Robert has taken a stranglehold on the Xtreme Division all the bottom feeders have attempted to make his life a living hell… while they’ve failed with flying colors in their attempts to stake claim to his Xtreme Title while also trying to push themselves into title pictures that are already occupied by the actual talent that have been here on a daily and not when they see an opportunity.


” Suspect doesn’t even describe how all these looks and yet you aren’t remotely taking any of it seriously….”


Chris spouts out as he interjects.


” Because you’re being fucking paranoid over this.”


Robert scoffs at Chris causing Chris to further elaborate.


” I said it before and I’ll say it again, Barker and I have been running together for nearly fifteen years. He’s the guy that game me a huge break back in the day and is a guy that I don’t have to speak to on a daily or even seen monthly to pick right back up where we left off…”


Robert immediately responds.


” The same friend that sold you the very company that gave you a break? Your boy is motivated by greed and has leached on to you because you’ve been a free ride for him whenever he has his ass in a crack. There’s an ulterior motive regardless if you choose to see it or not, and I wouldn’t be your brother if I didn’t point it out.”


Robert has a brief pause before he continues.


” Back when you debuted over a year ago I was the first guy to label you a prick while wishing you would simply go away. It wasn’t until I woke up in that hospital bed and you showed up that I came to terms with how straight-up of a guy you are. I wouldn’t be your friend if I didn’t express how crazy this is coming across.”


” Between the two of you you’re putting me in a real trying position.”


Chris casually replies.


” Adam has always had my back through thick and thin, and while I can see how you would see things from a different perception I’m telling you he’s a standup guy that would give you the shirt off his back if he needed too. You’re going to have to trust me on this and if you can’t do that then I don’t know what to tell you.”


Displeased with what he’s hearing Robert responds.


” I’m not trying to bad mouth him for the sake of bad-mouthing him…”


Chris quickly cuts Robert off as he states.


” The moment you laid eyes on him a few weeks ago you had an immediate problem with him and went right to trying to call him out; you don’t do that with friends. He told me he had good reasons for stepping away and I believe him regardless if you do or not because it’s not for you to believe or not to believe, and while I’ll always respect your opinion…. It wasn’t asked for.”


There’s a brief pause from Chris before he continues.


” I’m just a few short days away from a crowning moment for me within the walls of this company. It’s never been a secret that putting a singles title on me hasn’t ever been the XWF’s calling card when it comes to yours truly and while I should be putting my complete attention on the embarrassment of one Thaddeus Duke I’m pulled in the middle of bullshit between you and Adam; so yeah, you’ll have to excuse the fuck out of me if I don’t give this a lot of my time or energy because we’ve got bigger fish to fry. You and I have the opportunity to lock down three divisions within this company while keeping our end game on track. This is much bigger than you, it’s bigger than me because we’ve made some pretty fucking bold allegations about being the measuring sticks within the confines of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation…”


” Because we are.”


” You are.”


Chris states.


” You are the great and powerful Oz of the XWF bro; you’ve dominated this federation for the last several years only managing to lose on two occasions. You’re a special kind of talent that has the entire organization sitting on pins and needles waiting to see what’s going to happen with you next… and I’m the sidekick in the eyes of everyone else regardless if we spoon feed the masses on what brought us together in the first place. It’s cool, I get it… but now it’s my time to show the world what I got and the last thing I need on my plate are the two people I consider my brothers at each other’s throat.”


There’s a brief pause from Chris as his private jet is heard touching down at a private landing strip in Montgomery, Alabama.


” It’s simply a distraction I don’t need.”


The private jet pulls to a smooth stop as Robert states.


” The last thing I’m trying to do is distract you, I’m just glad he’s not here and you can focus on taking what rightfully belongs to you, the XWF Television Championship without the additional distractions.”


The side door to the leer jet opens and a set of stairs retracts from the jet extending down to the unseen ground below as Robert gets up from his seat before picking up his hardware while we see Chris get out of his seat before snatching up his tag title.


” You’re leaving Savage as the REAL Television Champion.”


Robert turns and starts to walk towards the now open door of the jet and as he reaches the door to exit the stops dead in his tracks as he intently looks outside, which we can’t see. Robert slowly turns towards Chris as he then states.


” Really bro?”


Before Chris can answer the voice of one Adam Barker is heard from outside.


” Who else were you expecting?”


Chris walks towards the door and as he passes Robert he stops in front of him as and states.


” Make nice, please.”


Chris makes his exit from his jet and he followed by Robert. Once Robert steps off the jet we see Adam Barker standing at the back driver side door of a black limo. Chris steps down on the ground as Adam opens his arms hugging Chris as he mouths the words “FUCK YOU” to Robert which draws a close to this chapter.


…. TO BE CONTINUED.

Words from the Stoned One:

Chris Page is shown sitting by himself on the patio of his hotel suite at The Hilton in downtown Montgomery. He’s smoking a joint while wearing a white wife-beater tank top. Chris exhales some smoke from his previous toke before he breaks his silence.


” So Thaddeus, here we are… a mere day away from your first and last Television Title defense because that belt is coming back to me on Savage. Now, this would usually be the part where I would take your own words and cram them so far up your ass you could regurgitate them; yet in your case, I’m going to make an exception because you’ve not said a fucking thing that would even be considered a grazing blow in my general direction.”


Chris takes a toke off his joint before ashing it in a black oval ashtray sitting on a small glass top coffee table. Chris deeply inhales before exhaling.


” Instead I want to use this time to spit some truth towards you and exactly what you’re walking into in less than twenty-four short hours. Now, two short weeks ago you attempted to make some grand statement at the expense of Cataclysm, hell son you made a big talking point about it yet you failed to realize that when you pick a fight with the two of us we’re okay with taking shots only to deliver some of our own.”


There’s a momentary pause from Chris before he continues.


” Take the streets of Paris, France for example… as easy as It would have been for Robert and me to end you I elected to show a little compassion because I want to thoroughly enjoy using your body as an instrument to deliver a message loud and clear to not only you but to your uncle as well… hell, I even gave you back the title you claim is yours but we all know is mine. I did that because I want you to bring me MY title, I want you to know that when that bell tolls on Savage the hourglass on your title reign runs out and your ass belongs to me.”


Chris leans back in his chair as he takes another pull from his joint deeply inhaling before blowing out several smoke rings into the air before he continues.


” Let’s face it, kid, you haven’t had the best month or so since Leap of Faith now have you? Three losses to Robbie Bourbon and a crushing defeat when attempting to become some sort of MVP of Warfare which means about as much as the Internet Championship. You’re walking into Savage with absolutely no momentum and yet you’re seriously expecting to stand toe to toe, move for move with the GOAT of Professional Wrestling? Not hardly bro. Peter Gilmour has a better shot at becoming a two time Universal Champion than you do when it comes to defeating me.”


Chris smirks as he continues.


” You talk a pretty big game for a guy that truly doesn’t have the first fucking clue who he is dealing with. People will say what they wish or whatever sounds clever and cool in their heads about me and my dealings with Robert Main, they’re going to believe in their deluded logic that I might not be on par with someone like my partner; news flash, NOBODY is on par with my partner! My partner has nothing to do with the sheer shit storm you’re about to enter into. As you can see Robert isn’t here because I don’t want you to feel as if I need him around to take you out to the fucking woodshed where I’ll beat you like a red-headed stepchild for the entire world to witness.”


Chris takes the final toke off his joint before putting it out in the ashtray as he inhales deeply before blowing out the smoke one final time as he then states.


” I pride myself on being one of if not the best worker in the business. It’s something I take a lot of pride in because you don’t see a lot of fifty-year-old men who can continue to run circles around just about anyone that’s put in front of them. I happen to be the exception to that rule when you go back and look at all of the classics I’ve put on since the day I stepped foot back in this abyss known as the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, and tomorrow night isn’t going to be any different. The one thing that you and I share in common rests with wanting to steal the fucking show, and for that, I can almost respect for it… until you open your mouth and try to sell it which causes me to roll my goddamn eyes”


Chris simply shakes his head while looking into the camera as he continues.


” One of the biggest differences between you and I Thad rests within the fact that there’s a line a mile long clamoring to get into the ring with me in some form or fashion, can you say the same thing? Can you honestly look yourself in the mirror and know that when Saturday ends and you fail with flying colors that there’s going to be anyone waiting in the wings to try their hand at you? Fuck no. Why? Because you can’t live up to the hype that you try to surround yourself with or I would be talking to a Warfare MVP and not a Warfare failure… the failures shall continue for you on Savage because I’m not a chump with a bad haircut that’s a cheap Kenny Powers reject, oh no. I’m the real fucking deal and while I don’t have to tell others I choose too because I’m a dick like that.”


There’s a slight pause from Chris before he continues.


” What sucks for you rests with thus far I’m just been toying with you and haven’t even begun to get serious; partially because you don’t warrant that kind of my time and partly because you’re only who you are because of who you’re related too. If your uncle wasn’t one of the highest-ranking officials you wouldn’t have a fucking job homie. In your eyes, you’re this grand accomplished superstar but here in the real world you’re just a cunt hair better than Peter Gilmour, and come Savage you’re going to be leaving empty fucking handed while I’ll be locking down two separate goddamn divisions, chump.”


Chris lets out a small sigh.


” I can only imagine the cunts are going to be coming out of the woodwork much like they’ve tried to do with my boy Robert in a feeble attempt to step all over anything positive that’s going on within this federation, and I’m okay with that; hell, I welcome it. I’ve never been a hard man to find and I’m not about to start now. So, to all the Dyson’s, the Thunder Knuckles, the Mercy’s, and Greggo’s that jock sniffing Robert you’re about to get yourselves into a situation that you can’t get yourselves out of. If it’s title opportunities you’re looking for do yourselves a favor and take a fucking number because none of you are as important as you think you are and none of you are going to push yourselves past others that give a shit about what they’re doing and the path to get to Cataclysm. For the last ten months, we’ve been undefeated and that’s not for any other reason than because you all suck and have major issues with comprehending.”


Chris flips off the camera before he continues.


” In closing I want the entire federation to understand one thing when it comes to Robert and myself; we mean what we say, we say what we mean and come the close of Savage we’re going to lock down three separate divisions while most of you can’t manage to lock down one. Playtime is fucking over and now is the time the cream rises to the top… while we’re up here we’ll have no problems pointing and laughing at you in the process.”


Chris winks at the camera as we fade to black.

- 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