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Chris Chaos · (08-01-2017)

"What in the fuck is this? Has Vinnie lost his damn mind?! CO-KINGS? All of the work I am going to do to win this tournament is going to be all for naught? Has Vinnie really become that goddamn narcissistic.......I know what this is. "King Vincent" knows I am gonna win this damn thing and he can't let me have all that fame, all that glory. Vinnie screws Chris yet again. I am beginning to think that the little altercation between us back at Lethal Lottery wasn't such an accident after all........

But it is what it is, and I will cross that bridge when I get to it. I won't have to worry about sharing the crown if I let Engy steal a win he doesn't deserve Wednesday Night. I have to have my head in the game and stay focused. Engy, he's comedic, he makes people laugh....but I don't find him funny. He doesn't make me laugh. He is going to need a lot more than some fancy drugs after I get ahold of him.

I mean, before my mind was just one big jumble of shit

And what is it now? I mean your promo was an incoherant bunch of rambling and an attempt at trash talking that was so weak that lady bugs have to point and chuckle. I really honestly think that beating you would be the wrong thing to do because it would be like beating someone in the Special Olympics. But a job is a job and I get paid a lot of money to do said job. But there is a little passion mixed in there too. There is a little bit of business and a little bit of personal when it comes to the King of the Ring.

Why you gotta spend so much time tryin' to tell people how much you're gonna win if you're so sure of it?

What would you suggest I say? That there is a chance I may lose this match, may be a victim of the biggest upset of the century in this business----or should I tell the world I will beat you down and dominate you. This is a game of ass kicking and shit talking, Engy. You ask me why I do it? Because I am the best in the world at what I do in both facets.....both of which you will see in spades this week. Don't ask dumb questions. Yes I am sure I am going to beat you. I haven't been more sure of something in a long, long time.

Yes, I have been here longer than you. Yes I have faced all the top stars. That doesn't matter, Engy, because when I was here for the same time as you have been here for--I was a star. I took the company by the balls. You have done nothing but be mildly entertaining and marginally talented. You don't matter, haven't mattered, and won't matter. You think you are the only one who can make analogies?

That's kinda like askin' somebody who just came to the party why they ain't drunk yet.

The fact that you have been here as long as you have and losing to me will be the most notable thing you've done to date---that is like someone who has been doing a job for 15 years and still makes a mistake and sends a private email meant for the boss the the entire company. You're nothing but a fuck up Engy.

Nothing but a fuck up.

Maybe you could be king of the fuck ups. That may be fun! At least then you'd be king of something.

Plus, I don't even know who this Travis guy is.

He is your fuck up competition, Engy, you should always know your competition. In the land of the fuck ups, you never know who is going to take the throne next. You need to make sure that if you want to keep your crown, you gotta be the worst of the worst. I would learn Travis, Engy, because he is one loss away from joining you. Travis is a basically a walking eggshell.....you're brains are already scrambled.

I want you to spit your blood, because that lets me know that I made you taste blood. It makes me happy to know I hurt you, Engy, like I did to those bums. People like you and people like me just don't mesh. I have been put on this earth to eradicate motherfuckers like you.

Another good thing about these drugs is that it's helpin' me see WHO'S FUCKING LYING TO ME!

Have you looked in the mirror? You are lying to yourself. While you are beating up some kid named Pinkie in your BDSM fueled "alternative lifestyle", I am making moves to be the King of the Ring and one half of the Tag Team Champions simultaneously. You're lying to your damn self if you think you have any shot of stepping into that ring with me and competing. You're lying to yourself if you think you belong even breathing the same air as me. I never had an issue with you because I never had to. Now, I have to, and the more I watch tape on you the more it makes me feel bad for you. The self depreciation.....it is pathetic. It is almost like you WANT to be made fun of.....WANT to be judged......WANT....

TO.....

LOSE......

But through your weird chat room torture porn session you laid out for us, you said a few things that reminded....well.....me of me. How weird does that sound?

This is my house now.

I own this place now.

Don't choke on your own vomit.

This is my house. It has been for a year. It will be for another year. And when I stand in that ring as your king--yes, THE ONLY KING--you will have nothing to do but sit there and fucking clap because you know I am the only motherfucker here who deserves it.

I own this place. Feel free to disagree, and I am sure many will, but without me, this place goes to shit. I set the bar, set the standard. I am the reason rejects like you continue to get a paycheck.

Don't choke on your own vomit. That is a good one. Because I am going to make sure you're in so much pain that you are going to vomit. The pain is going to overwhelm you, consume you......

I met your buddy.....he was still alive and kicking, yes he was.......

The screen pans out to Chris, who has a bum tied to the fire hydrant. The gross looking man huddled up in a modified fetal position. It looked like he had blood on him...and a good amount of it.

Chris had a knife in his hand. He smiled as he approached Stinky Pete. The man who taught Engy how to fight was now nothing more than a sniveling bitch...... begging Chris not to kill him. Chis laughed and put the knife to the man's throat as he yelled "NO!". Chris grinned again, letting go of the unwashed head.

"You see Engy......Stinky Pete values life. But why? Why do these bums value anything? He literally has NOTHING to live for. But he values lie because he gets he gets the chance to be killed by me. Does that make sense? He could be some hopeless nobody who dies choking on his tongue in a gutter somewhere and nobody even remembered, or cared, that he existed.

But men like me? If I kill him---that means something. It means I have enough time in my day to stoop to his level and that is more than anyone has done for him. Suddenly, he values himself. You fucked up and lost the tag tournament to some scrubs, but now you will lose in the King of the Ring tournament to someone worth losing to. Will you value yourself the same way Pete does? Or will you end up like the others?

On the street the line of bodies was mounting. The bums were laid out as if they had been mowed down one-by-one, some of them have their heads through storefront windows some of them were laying in back alleys in a few of them were in the middle of the street covered in blood and their own excrement. Chris had done this to prove a point and Jenny watched. She wasn't necessarily horrified, but she just didn't understand why Engy and these disgusting type of men seemed into her. She was confused as to why SHE was the topic of conversation in 90 percent of Engy's promos. While watching this part of her hoped that she got a chance to face him so that she could show him firsthand that she did not want anything to do with him.

Chris was going to hurt Engy, not just beat him. Rufus was still fighting over the the piece of meat, which was now disgusting from constantly hitting the filthy sidewalk below. Rufus was also the last remaining original bum, outside of Pete, so Chris walked over to him next.

"Give me that," he said, trying to take the meat. Pete treated it as though he was trying to take the piece of his life from a him, a piece of his soul. There was a desperate fire in his eyes.

"I said give it to me", Chris pulled harder. Rufus was not letting go. He nodded to Jenny who pulled the spray out of her bra.

Putting a knee into the useless man's gut, he ripped the meat from him. Rufus was like a caged animal now and lunged, but Jenny sprayed him in the eyes. He screamed and staggered back and Chris grabbed him by the head and put his entire face through the passenger side window of a nearby parked car. Chris watched the mans body slump.

"Engy......I took away his livelihood, then I put him to sleep. I am going to do the same to you, Mr. Engineer, I am going to beat your pride out of you--beat the fight out of you---then put you to sleep 1-2-3. I will enjoy it. Cherish it. Relish in it. In fact.....I will enjoy it so much, that I will raise the stakes........

You ready for this? Pay attention now......

Since you seem to be so infatuated with a girl so far out of your league there isn't a crane big enough to lift the rejection letter........I will make you a deal.

IF, and this is a MAJOR IF, you can beat me Wednesday Night, you have to move on and focus on winning this tournament. But if you lose to me like a good little boy, I will give you a night with Jenny"

"WHAT?!"

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

"I am not fucking that walking dumpster!"

"Hey, he has a house now! And who said anything about fucking? Relax. Look, I know what I am doing."

She put her hands on her hips and shot him a vicious look.

"So which is it gonna be Engy? Lose and have a night alone to smell Jenny......or forget about her completely and try to make something of yourself........

You're choice."

Stinky Pete came stumbling towards them and Chris took his pocket knife out, throwing it and hitting the man in the chest, dropping him.

"I think I know what it will be......these asshats never learn."

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