Shots Fired. (CBS Title Match)
Mar 8, 2022 12:34:47 GMT -5
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Post by Chronic Chris Page on Mar 8, 2022 12:34:47 GMT -5
Battlebowl.
It’s a night that marks my second Pay-Per-View appearance within the lands of Action Wrestling, and to say that I’m disappointed playing the third wheel for a Championship that I have zero desire is going to be an understatement. I’m not Claire or Roman; two individuals that NEED to have a strap of gold around their waists to feel like they serve a purpose. I walked out onto Clash with that open contract, I was expecting the brass to utilize what I bring to the table versus slapping me in the face with these kinds of table scraps.
But I got to thinking.
What is the worst thing that can happen when I capture the CBS Championship?
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CCP: I will tell you that this is will blow up into something so much bigger, think about it; CCPE already has Championships in the XWF, Fight NYC, TPW, SCW, and once I procure the CBS strap in Action as well as the IIW Tag Titles with Thaddeus Duke there, not a person on the planet that can say CCP is not the premier Enterprise going today.
The scene opens with Chris Page as he sits in the luxurious office of Candice Wolf at the Velvet Rabbit in Manhattan, New York. The duo has just finished wrapping up an edition of “Down the Rabbit Hole” Podcast as Chris takes a sip of his crown apple and coke while Candice responds.
CANDICE: You have put in all the work to get CCPE up off the ground, but I’m curious about adding Action Wrestling back to your schedule. Why?
CCP: I would be lying if I did not express that I do not have other business to tend to while at Battlebowl. I have a couple of contracts to welcome some talent under my umbrella. The CBS Title is just a bonus because I will be there anyway.
Claire, for the love of God I hope that is a family name if not your parents are equally as unoriginal as you. I’d almost be embarrassed to be a figurehead of a division that had to throw me into the mix to make whatever you’ve got going on seem just the slightest bit important. Awesome job, Champ. Now let’s get one thing clear, I don’t have to know a whole hell of a lot about you to know that if you are jockeying a fifth string championship isn’t strapping a rocket to your jack to push you to the stars. What I do know is that you’re walking into this with a chip on your shoulder and something to prove the moment my involvement was announced because I’ve now given this defense some meaning.
CCP: Not to mention I did have a lot of fun slapping around JC Keeton my first venture into those waters.
Chris winks at Candice as she flashes a seduction smile on her face.
CANDICE: You are sucking a prick sometimes.
She laughs under her breath while finishing her statement that draws the response.
CCP: I have always said that I can be the largest dick in the room.
This is exactly what ole Claire here is about to find out. I have made it clear that I never asked for this, but since I have been involved I do not know how to bring you less than the very best that I can bring before I move on to other things. My credentials speak for themselves, my track record within the business reads like a who’s who of legends and icons spanning thirty years… and yet I’m still standing on top while you’re scratching and clawing your way.
What sucks for you is there’s only one Hawkins in professional wrestling that matters… and your first name isn’t Griffin.
CANDICE: You don’t have to tell me twice because you’re preaching the choir, but do you think maybe you’re biting off more than you can chew? Everyone has a breaking point, even Chris Page.
CCP: The way I see it is like this; EVERYONE stakes claim at being one of the best… but only ONE person is making all the loops competing across all spectrums and federations, me. I take a lot of pride in outworking everyone that thinks they mean something. This mixed with IIW reiterates that I am in this profession.
Do you know who isn’t? Roman Cock Smoker.
If this mother fucker doesn’t scream BLAND I don’t know what does. Acknowledge you? I didn’t know I was on Friday nights with a tenth-rate Roman. I don’t know who I feel sorrier for; you or Claire. Sorry, that was a lie, Claire all the way because before I was thrown into this equation she had to carry you alone.
Nonetheless, you got your moment a few weeks back on Clash, and for your sake, I hope you enjoyed it because it is the only one you’re going to have.
Your role within this contest is to be that fall guy, bud.
You are the guy that will eat the loss so that the more marketable talents, that would be me and Claire since we all know we have to dumb shit down for you. Any more proof to that statement look no further than the “manager” you let do the talking for you since you are not capable of saying anything more than…
Ack-now-ledge me like a goddamn broken record.
I don’t acknowledge those that can’t tie their fucking shoes on their own, kid. What I will acknowledge is how I defeat you to stake claim to the CBS Championship that will in turn make it more prestigious than it's ever been for no other reason than the title doesn’t make the man, the man makes the title.
CCP: I’m going to show up in Tacoma on Monday Night, lace my boots, dawn the tights, walk that aisle as only I can, while in the process I’ll continue to show the talents under the CCPE umbrella exactly what leadership is by example is all about versus being a Johnny Hitmaker who is nothing more than a mouthpiece for people that need it.
Claire. Roman.
To say that you’re both fucked is an understatement. The spotlight is now brighter on each of you than it’s ever been thanks to yours truly. You’re welcome. I’m not looking for your thank you, I can give two flying fucks about your acknowledgments, and I certainly am not wasting my time coming to Battlebowl to leave empty-handed. While I’ll be the first to admit this wasn't my ideal choice, hell, it is not even a close sixth. I will play the hand that I have been dealt. The unfortunate thing for you both in this rest with one of us leaving with the CBS Championship… that one is not either of you. I am way too seasoned not to make you both my bitches without breaking a sweat in the process.
CANDICE: Hey, leave Johnny alone.
She snickers under her breath before continuing.
CANDICE: Johnny is as harmless as they come.
Chris drifts off into a deep thought that catches the attention of Candice as she asks.
CANDICE: What is on your mind?
Chris shifts his gaze towards Candice as his demeanor shifts to a more relaxed feel.
CCP: Do you know who else will be at the Battlebowl event?
CANDICE: Who?
CCP: My Cannabis Cup opponent, Corey Black.
Surely you are not all stupid enough to think that Claire, Roman, new CCPE signings are enough for me to make time for Action Wrestling within my busy schedule. Hello Corey, are you ready to play a game?
CANDICE: Please tell me that you are going to behave yourself?
Chris sits with a shit-eating grin on his face. He reaches for his cup, taking it from the desk and sipping it before he responds.
CCP: I am always on my best behavior.
True story.
I do not even jump unless provoked. Picking up the CBS Title while putting ink to paper on some CCPE contracts is all well and good… but taking that seat up close and personal to see who you people refer to as a King is all about. Fortunately for Mr. Black, I am a nice guy, but do not ever mistake niceness for weakness because I am the guy that will slap the taste out of your fucking mouth with a smile on my face.
I have plenty of intentions to make sure this is not a busted trip, unlike Revolution.
Claire, Roman, I do not sit around and wait. I fire the first fucking shot. The ball is in your courts. Good luck, you will both need it.