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There's a natural order to things like this. From the dawn of time deciding what things are and what things are not. What capabilities are allowed, and which ones don't exist in a situation at all. Natural law. Not Freud... but Fucking God himself. The Food Chain. Trax is like a little rabbit, he twitches a lot, and turns up his little nose to see where to go next, but never quite realizes when danger is just around the corner. He goes where he wants thinking "well, it's my world, why should I worry about anything else?" Then CRUNCH... before you know it... into the jaws of a larger predator, who's world it really fucking is.
Then you have Robbie "The Boy Who Wasn't There" Bourbon. He is exactly like every friend you forgot about from grade school. He is average height, little chubby, loved the Dungeons and Dragons, WOW, all that shit. Then one day you and the other boys noticed this magical thing, it caught your eye and made you realize none of that shit mattered anymore... and that thing... was... VAGINA. PUSSY, if you will. We all started chasing it, and people like Robbie got left behind in their anti-social world... they started talking to themselves in the mirror, trying on masks to see what it would look like, creating alter ego's in the bathroom by attaching shaved off pubes to their hairless chin and chest with glue. FUCK, and meanwhile guys like me, like CHAOS... are rounding up the herds of DICK HUNGRY SLUTS and laying fucking wood on each and every one of them. WITH VICTORY... comes the fucking GLORY... HOLE! But not for Robbie, left behind to play with his own stick, gaming all day, wishing there was more to a life he was never willing to take hold of in the first place. It's a sad world when you're that scared of it. Failure is always lurking in the back of your mind, so you hide from it like a... little... BITCH. Well, just like the food chain, just like all the devoured small rodents before you two... Warfare will be no different. Two big predators enter this match against you, and since you don't have the natural fucking sense to realize who's world it is, you will be DEVOURED... because you have the playful curiosity, but we have the HUNGER to do whatever it TAKES.
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Inside a large sprawling room with a gigantic conference table and a big screen on the far end mounted high on the wall. Gabe Reno has his feet up on the desk on top of charts and graphs laid all over the table. He laughs loud; the silver tips on his cowboy boots glimmer in the densely lit conference room. The angle pans slowly up behind the chair he sits in, and over his shoulder revealing a stand-up comedian acting out a sketch comedy routine.
The Radical Oh my goodness… this boy is funny!
The shot switches to the open door behind him; a figure is leaning in the doorway and knocks on the side. Gabe turns and sees him, not saying a word he gestures to come in and grabs the television remote off the desk, then turning it off.
The Radical Close the door.
The man closes the door, walks over to the table, and pulls out a chair across the table from Reno.
Chris Chaos Okay, so?
The Radical So… Lane said he will do his best. I told him we will make it work.
Chris Chaos Did you ask him if he has completely lost it?
The Radical There may have been a few... shots... fired... listen, my exact words were sniffing glue, but I felt I accurately conveyed that, yes. His answer was something along the lines of, "yes, you fucking lunatic". Okay, happy?
Gabe smirks. Chaos relaxes in his chair and leans back. Gabe flicks the TV back on and turns it to the recent "Trax" promo on XWF closed circuit. They both begin to watch and observe as Gabe grabs and orange from the centerpiece and begins peeling and eating it while chuckling to himself every few seconds.
Chris Chaos Yeah, right... I will let you handle Lane… plus this guy Trax frustrates the living shit out of me, I'm going to end up skullfucking him behind a family restaurant somewhere… look at this shit...
Gabe grabs a folder on the desk, opens it and tosses it in front of Chaos.
Chris Chaos He seriously thinks he will be Universal Champion before one of us? What’s this, Reno?
The Radical This is a little work I did… after our conversation and the things I heard about Trax... a few things we can use... or not use...
Chris Chaos Gabe, he’s just had a lot of personal issues, and he’s been a mess over it, we all have this kinda thing from time to time… should we really use it to help us win?
The Radical No. I mean, can we win without it... yes, of course we can, we will. Chris, maybe you don’t quite understand… I mean I get personal stuff, I do. Being married is what makes the survival rate for a man drop about 15 years. Scariest damn thing I’ve ever seen, I wouldn’t take it lightly, and truth said, I like Trax and Bourbon is okay too, I guess. TYhough, even in his own promo he said Bourbon is a loser. Ha. Ya know, the other stuff I’ve been hearing though, kind of left me with no choice but to at least look into it. I think Trax could have a bright future with or without winning this match, as bright as us? Maybe.... maybe not, probably not; but once temptation creeps in, once it succeeds… it’s awfully hard to reverse. I’m sorry but, I had my guy follow him, I was worried because his head hasn’t been right… and we have both been in this long enough to know, once that happens, bad decisions follow. I wanted to know how bad. If you look through that, I think our worst fears may have been realized. What this means… is really why you’re here... isn't it, do you have the stomach for it, or is "Chaos" just a catchy name?
Chaos pulls the folder closer, and begins to look through it more intently.
Chris Chaos How long has this been going on?
The Radical My guy said at least two months, maybe more.
Looking over the greater details, Chaos pauses; unsure what to make of it all, he gazes back at Reno.
Chris Chaos I just don’t… why would he just… what are you gonna do?
Gabe takes a long breath, and sits back in his chair before crossing his left leg over his right.
The Radical Trax has gotten a lot more consideration because he is good but promising in a way, not great... that's more than most get… you know… when we started this I kind of did it with the intention of having you involved to the point where I could help with the hard shit, I mean you are the more noble one, I am an asshole. But that's why this works. Talent, plus talent, plus nobility, plus asshole... it's unstoppable. Maybe I should use some of this in our first tag match... I don't know, Chris... to get us established a bit. I really wanted you to be the decision maker… you’ve proven enough to me throughout the matches I have seen you dominate... that you are more than capable. In the past… yeah, I admit, I would really use this shit to hurt him... Trax would be gone. And maybe in my older and softer years I’ve become a little more considerate of not only the man, or person, but the family left behind by such tragic events. There comes a point, though, when his confusion won’t be redeemable. The thought of that day scares me. Doesn't it scare you?
Chris Chaos That day is coming, it's Wednesday, Gabe. You are gettin' kinda soft though...
They share a chuckle.
The Radical Wednesday is a tune up. We both know that this has been brewing. I’m not as relevant in the pieces and how they move now being a little newer to XWF than you are... but with this Trax business, I think you’re a little more qualified to get it under control… if anyone can. I mean, the very essence of his shit talk has fallen to you anyway. Why not make it official. Plus, relaxing doesn’t hurt. Maybe I’ll get a time share… who knows. You're up, killer.
A shot of Trax talking shit about Chaos come on toward the end of the promo.
Chris Chaos Well, if you say it like that... who could resist?
Chaos closes the folder, and puts it under his arm.
Chris Chaos Not the timeframe I anticipated, but I guess the plan always pointed to this. Reducing risk is smart in any context... going into a match with such long lasting repercussions for our future.
The Radical Well, much like with this Trax situation… my own future boils down to my family and the longer I’m involved intimately, the less likely I have as much time. I don’t want to worry about some people showing up at my house one day to ask questions. Or worse I guess… probably worse. I didn’t care for a long time. I’m having a hell of a time finding Nancy a Christmas card, they’re all so corny and heartless, do you ever read them? Of course you don’t…
Chris Chaos I guess that means I must be pretty shot out… to still be in it and not care at all what happens to me, or who has issues. To me the answer’s the same, no matter the question. I haven’t picked up a Christmas card in a decade, Gabe.
Reno laughs and gets up.
The Radical Which is exactly the point. You’re the right man for the job.
Chaos grins and shakes Gabe’s hand; then turns and walks toward the door.
Chris Chaos I am. He's in for some real turmoil.
The Radical That's the spirit... but I will still kick your ass, Saturday, don’t forget it.
Chris turns and looks at Reno as if to say “Oh Yeah?”; Gabe looks back with his hands on his hips as if to say “You heard me”. Chaos smiles; the scene fades.
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And just like that... the chain continues. Chaos eats Trax, and Bourbon falls at the feet of The Radical. You really shouldn't make it so easy. But, I guess Natural Law is Natural Law. After all, what kind of place would it be if you had a guy named Trax running around as Universal Champion... we would be a fucking joke. But not to worry... Chaos and Reno will come and put his crying cheek on our shoulder, pat his back until he burps up all the bullshit and says he's sorry, then put him down... for good. Because carnivores eat meat, they don't dance around like morons in the ring doing tumultuous promos for half an hour to entertain themselves while they talk down to their own fucking partner. And, hey, if I was Bourbon, I'd be watching my back Wednesday, for a hell of a lot more than us. You eliminated your only ally in this match Trax, fucking smart. See, your playful curiosity strikes again, little rabbit. Playing right into the jaws of these HUNGRY MEN. BITCH.
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