It felt like a sense of accomplishment.

All the work, all the man-hours of dedication finally paid off because at Snow Job I did what I said I was going to do by decisively defeating Thad for the Universal Championship. With great power comes great responsibility, and now the fun is about to begin. Our scene opens as we see Chris Page sitting alone in his locker room following Snow Job. He’s freshly showered and has changed into casual attire while resting in his lap is Thad’s version of the XWF Universal Championship.


There are no words that can describe just how the moment feels as Chris runs the palm of his right hand across the front gold plate of the belt while a devilish grin graces his face.


” There’s no more doubting.”


Thad played a game against a dangerous opponent and lost, but in reality, he lost this before it even began. He allowed himself to think that he was in the driver’s seat; he bought into his hype and slept on me. I tried to tell him, I tried to warn him that he wasn’t dealing with Chris Page but he ignored all the signs while getting everything he had coming to him in the process.


What I hope he learned from this is how to play the long game.


The moment I saw you regurgitating your words from Relentless AND High Stakes you proved you had blown that load of yours awful early; young age and all. You couldn’t discount or discredit my words because they cut you to the quick. You’re good Thad.


You are not great.


” Let the jokes start flowing about how long it took to accomplish this goal, let the masses try to downplay me all they wish…. Within three stints of the XWF combining a total of three years in the federation; having a Hall of Legends induction, and now the icing on the cake.”


Time is nothing because some of the same people who will hurl this in your direction are some of the same people who will never taste the sweet nectar of the Universal Championship. You did the groundwork, you did the hard work and I was just there to give you a little nudge when you needed it.


” The fuck are you talking about? Chris lets out a deep breath before removing the title from his lap as he places it on the bench he’s sitting on. He stands, closing his eyes and stretching his arms up above his head while letting out a yawn.


Don’t pretend like you are not aware of the words in which I speak.


” What I do know is one of us didn’t do their job because somebody out there knows something.”


You are being paranoid, who are you, Thaddeus? Or are you Chris Page?


Chris walks across the locker room floor towards an open door that leads into the bathroom and shower. He stops at a porcelain vanity before resting his hands on the white top gazing down into the bowl of the sink itself.


There’s no way possible anyone knows anything. We were meticulous and covered all our bases.


” Are you sure?” Chris raises his head where he gazes into the mirror to see The Beast staring back at him.









” If there’s just a chance that he finds out about any of this before it is time for him too it will jeopardize this entire deal. I’ve played Robert every step of the way; but what concerns me if any loose ends get a little chatty.” Chris turns his back to the mirror and walks back out into the locker room as he looks down at the Universal Championship where he can’t help but smile at the realization that a goal has been attained.


Everything was taken care of and this is not anything more than someone trying to play a game with you. We like games, remember?


” Indeed we do, but this game is going to be perhaps the end game.”


Ahhh… The game that we want to play. You let me handle the preparations while you keep up appearances. Nobody can be none the wiser with how this is going to play. Need I remind you how deep we are right now?


Shaking his head Chris responds.


” I know how deep we are and I know how crucial every move we make is. The belt solidifies the work put in, as long as we have it there’s nothing that can stop us.”


What about BoB.


” Nah I’m not really into watching a movie…”


Stop trying to be cute.


” I didn’t think I was trying.” Chris turns towards the bench that sits in front of the set of lockers. He walks over where his travel bag is ready and Thad’s Universal Title sits. Chris reaches down picking up the gold before slinging it over his right shoulder before reaching down for his bag.


Don’t ignore the question. What are we going to do about BoB?


” What are you asking me? Without the assistance of Thunder Knuckles, none of this would have been possible. Think about it, go back to the first time he and I faced off for the TV Title. Did you think for one second that I pulled the Canadian Title down first and allowing them time to expire was a mistake? Or how about losing my hair via a goddamn foot DDT at Relentless Day Three? We are more connected to BoB than you might want to admit.” There’s a deep sigh from Chris out of frustration more than anything else before he continues.


” The picture we are painting with the watercolors of our choice is more in-depth than anyone will realize until the time is right for them to realize it. Our relationship with BoB is mutually beneficial.”


And if you are wrong?


” Then we handle it.”


That’s all I want to know.”


Chris starts to walk towards the locker room door when his cell phone starts to ring. He takes his left hand off his suitcase to retrieve his phone. He takes a look at the caller ID to see the name Robert Main. Chris contemplates answering the call.


I think I’d answer that.”


Chris ignores the call before placing his phone back in his left back pocket of his dress slacks.


” I’ll answer that call when I’m rea…”


” Who the fuck are you talking to?” Startled Chris spins around where his once shut locker room door has been opened where he finds…


























” Talking to myself, duh.” Thunder Knuckles looks down at Chris's suitcase and then back up at Chris before responding.


” Where the fuck are you going? Goddamn party in your honor going on down the hall and you are going to bail? That is not how we roll homie.” Chris takes a step backward as Thunder Knuckles walks in closing the door behind him.


” I was just about to slide that way but I am glad you popped by. I can’t help but feel a little paranoid about how things ended tonight. Do you think someone knows what happened? It could complicate a lot of different things; I’m curious who else knows of your involvement?”


” Nobody… wait…. Jimmy.”


” And do you trust him?”


” He’s a goddamn manservant that obeys my every command mother fucker! Of course, he is trustworthy.”


You know I am going to have to kill Jimmy, right?


There is a deep sigh from Chris as we see Thunder Knuckles peak around in the room to see if anyone else is present. Confused by this Chris asks the obvious question.


” And you are looking for what, exactly?”


” Whoever you were talking to when I walked up.


” Seriously? Have you never talked to yourself before? Surely it is not as uncommon as you might think.”


” You are right if only you could hear some of the conversations I have had.”


” Listen, I might be a little paranoid with all of this but I can’t be too careful, especially now. What we’ve pulled off from the top to the bottom has been flawless. We are going to have to look further into this piece of business because if there is the slightest chance that we can’t trust the people in plays then we are going to have to eliminate them.”


Gosh I hope so.


I have been salivating over the idea of seeing the life leave the pupils. We should have had that sense of satisfaction with Robert… what happened? If the job got done right first we would not be in this position of not knowing if this is a game or if this is legitimate.


Chris blinks his eyes hard as he tries to shake The Beast from inside his head drawing Thunder Knuckles to ask.


” Are you alright?” Chris opens his eyes seeing nothing but the sweet goat that Thunder Knuckles rocks to perfection.


” Yeah man I’m cool… it is still all settling in that I just won the Universal Championship.”


” You better be glad you did! Do you know how much those dancing midgets cost?” There’s some light laughter from Chris as mental pictures of the massive group of “little people” present to celebrate the Championship win that has been very long overdue in the eyes of many in this profession.


” Yeah mother-fucker that is all on my dime. Now get your ass in gear because the BoBies are waiting.” Thunder Knuckles turns his back on Page as he makes his exit from the locker room leaving Chris who closes his eyes once again trying to take a moment to himself. In this game, once you reach the top people will crawl out of the woodwork to try and take away your success, they’ll try to take your moment away before you have gotten the chance to enjoy it.


It’s in this moment there’s silence.


The entire world is blocked out.


Falling into the darkness he allows himself to slip further and further.


There’s another deep sigh before Chris opens his eyes before jumping backward out of sheer surprise.. .and maybe a little fear….














































Just as quick as The Omega appears is just as quick as The Omega disappears…



TO BE CONTINUED.

Words from the Stoned One:

Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh Thaddeus? You tried me, and you failed. Not only did you fail yourself… you failed that bastard kid of yours… you failed your friends who went out of their way to makes sure you got the Universal Title to begin with. All that work for win one pay-per-view lose the next… you botched all of the shit stains you call a nation; but hey man, don’t feel bad bro because you can say that you tasted the goods for a second time which is two more times than most will ever be able to say. It would be incredibly easy for me to keep kicking you while you’re down; however, I think I said what I needed to say when I left with the title around my waist. This moment is very long overdue in the eyes of many of my peers as all the congratulation texts immediately started pouring in the second I finally accomplished my goal, not only accomplish it but to deliver the fucking goods at nearly fifty years old has GOT to be the ultimate middle finger to all of my haters that for two years harped on me being out of touch or being that broken record when it came to cutting a promo or doubted me and anything I have said about myself and or what I bring to the table. It doesn’t have to be a middle finger… here’s the fuck you in person.


No Robert Main is carrying me to this moment.


There was and is ONE person responsible for me taking my rightful spot.


Chris-FUCKING-Page.


I’d like to thank myself for being so goddamn good at what I do. I’d like to give myself an “atta-boy” for proving all of you wrong and being able to take liberty in the fact either you like me, love me, or hate me you don’t have a choice but to respect me as I now represent YOU. Let that shit sink in for a fucking minute, allow it to marinate regardless if it lasts a day, a week, a month, or a year I’ve got the one belt that every one of you craves. I want you all to sit back and individually think about the last two years whether you’ve been active or if you’ve been walking through the revolving door; now while you are thinking about what you have been doing I want you to also think back and ask yourselves have you been one of the ones hurling repetitive garbage, looking down to me or giving me anything less than the respect that I deserve for paving the way for the younger generation that has flooded the scene today?


If the answer to that question is yes… and if you think I haven’t done anything in general.


Well, I wasn’t good enough then so I must not be good enough now!


It is funny how that works out, isn’t it? People try to play you, make you look at a fool but when you win the big-boy belt those same people have their hand out for a title match. I think we know what my next words are going to be… fuck off. It took me two years of chasing and three singles affairs to get this Championship around my waist, and with the belt comes the power that it yields. The King of the Castle is calling the shots while you all can just fucking deal with it. It did not take long for the challenges to start flying and initially, there’s but one that I’m answering at this moment; but first let me says that I have heard them all… I will give all of you my time when I am ready for you to have it, neither before nor after. I dictate this pace. It feels pretty good standing with my feet firmly planted on top of XWF Mountain. It is a sense of accomplishment for putting that last notch on my belt that I have called a career. The one person that never gave up on me was me. Most of you didn’t even give me a chance to knock off the selfish prick at Snow Job, but he learned real quick what happens when you step to greatness in its purest form. Keep that chin up Duke, while there have been many Universal Champions in the past, including yourself, take solace in the fact that I picked you to make relevant and that I carried you to one of the most anticipated title bouts for the Universal Championship in years.


There’s no doubt at this point who can back up the words they speak versus those that speak out of their ass.


Speaking of talking out of their ass that seems to be a fitting way to shift gears and talk about the first challenge; oh yes boys and girls there’s no rest for the weary. What’s up Big D?


How’s it hanging?


You and are about to have an entertaining ride over the next few weeks, and yes I know entertaining is something you know absolutely nothing about but strap in buttercup because this will be the last time you will ever be as relevant. Listen I’m not going to make any bones about it because over the next week or so you shall all bear witness to the verbal ass raping the likes you never seen before and very well may never see again.


Where do I even start?


Ah, I got it.


Let’s start with that laundry list of accomplishments you wear on your sleeve as if they’re all individual badges of honor; former EGW Fury Champion, WWF Dark Champion, LCW Hardcore Champion, NWF World Tag Team Champion, and NWF World Heavyweight Champion. While I’m not going to list out EVERY Title you want to brag about holding I’m going to use these as my example to dumb this shit down for you to a level that even you will be able to understand. There is a reason why guys like you list all those past accomplishments for all to see, it reminds them of when they might have been half-way-fucking-decent as performers. You have to constantly tell yourself that at one time you were the biggest fish in the smallest of ponds to earn just a little piece of success. More importantly worth noting is of all those Championships you have on your mantle there’s only one World Title that spanned five organizations that you’ve admitted to competing in. Think about that for a second, think about how the only World Title you claim to have won was in a defunct federation that probably doesn’t exist anymore or might not have existed, to begin with. Your resume does not scream Main Event talent so you desperately want us all to believe and you sir are stupid enough to publicize it.


This is going to be shooting fish in a barrel. Jesus Christ.


For all of your accolades, you haven’t quite lived up to your potential, have you? Why is that? What logical reason could anyone have to use his past as an example of his present when presently he sucks a bag of goddamn dicks on a daily just to get his name mentioned on television? Trust me when I tell you that you sir have already loaded my gun, and when the time is right that trigger is going to get pulled… and that my friend is when you realize real fucking quick that you have lost this before this even began. So please, continue to run that mouth and continue to make my job a hell of a lot easier than it should be considering that THIS IS my first Universal Title defense. I want you to think about how long it took me to scrape and claw my way to this position, I want you to think about how many marquee matches that I have been a part of while chasing after the very title that has the attention of your beady little eyes and then I want you to reflect on what you have done. While I was headlining Snow Job, while I was headlining High Stakes, while I headlined two out of the three nights of Relentless, while I headlined War Games… where were you? Where were you when I was headlining EVERY Pay-Per-View over the last eight months? Oh yeah, you were busy on Anarchy or getting thrown off a boat by Thunder Knuckles. You were at home washing your goddamn tights trying to convince yourself that anybody gives a flying fuck about you. When they open that time capsule of professional wrestling a hundred years from now there will be a lot of faces for them to discover; trust me when I say that yours is not going to be one of them. The reality of your situation is rather dire, and I can appreciate you trying to use me to elevate yourself but let me make something clear as I stand as the Universal Champion I know that just like anyone else that has carried this title that it’s not a matter of if you lose it it’s a matter of when you lose. I take a lot of pride in lifting this belt off a very game champion, a guy that you happen to know well… If you think you are on his level then allow me to be the man to give you a reality check.


When it comes down to it the ball is in my court.


I determine your fate.


I have thought long and hard about where I want this road to take us. Do I put us in an Xtreme Rules match? Leave it all out on the table?


Perhaps… ohhhh… a Ladder match! It isn’t like we don’t see those every month at some point.


Hell in a Cell?


Nah, bro… you aren’t worth any of those. You talk a big game about being a professional wrestler, good… I’m giving you the stage to do it on Warfare because there are a lot of things I am better than you at… WRESTLING is one of them. So here is how it plays; the XWF Universal Champion versus Big D in a basic wrestling match for the basic bitch that you are. I’ve graced you a seat at the grown folk's table albeit a short visit but a visit nonetheless. Now the eyes are locked on you to see how you handle this pressure. I do want you to know that while I landed some stiff shots we’ve not even begun to scratch the surface of the verbal beating that I am going to levy upon you, and by the time we even get to Warfare your gut is going to tell you to tuck your tail and run.


You are playing a very dangerous game against an incredibly dangerous man.


Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

- 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