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Corporate Chaos



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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


#1
09-08-2017, 10:47 PM

NEWSFLASH!


EXTRA, EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT!

THIS JUST IN BAY NEWS 9, TAMPA'S NUMBER ONE NEWS SOURCE!

CHRIS CHAOS HAS A PAST!


GET YOUR CAMERA'S OUT EVERYONE! CHRIS CHAOS IS A HUMAN BEING!

"Is that your best shot? Attacking--weakly--a playboy past because you literally have nothing on me. Trying to make Jenny jealous about women she was in high school when I dated? You try to attack fashion choices under my wrestling attire? I mean, for real, if I didn't already think you were pea-brained twats, I do now. I know you think you know who I am, because, lets face it, anyone can look at a backstage page......but you have NO IDEA who I am......"

Chris is walking through a dimly lit parking garage. It seemed abandoned, other than a few cars that looked like they had been parked there for quite some time.

"You have no idea what I am capable of. No idea what I have done."

He stops at one of the cars, examining it.

"I decided to step out for a few minutes. Jenny thinks I am grabbing some more champagne. Trust me, she has a lot more to say to you two as well, but when she is around I can't get a word in edge-wise.....get it?"

He then strikes with sudden force, and punches out the back window. Glass engulfs his hand, turning it cherry red with blood. Running it through his hair, his eyes become hot with the flames of a thousand fires.

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"You have went well beyond your expected intelligence level to dig up my past....but what you should have done is watch an XWF promo, you know, the company you work for? All of those women, except the fat one, were rebounds. They were an attempt to heal a heart that had been carbon frozen and smashed into a million pieces. If you did even a lick of credible research, one name would have stood out like a green hat with an orange brim. Nicole.

You see, Nicole was not just the only person but the only human I ever truly loved. In fact, I am not sure if Jimmy Boy told you, but she overdosed during my promo battle with him, and died right before I beat Travis McCoy in round one of King of the Ring. Bet you didn't know that did you? No. Because you're dumb cunts.

I gave up everything for her. I would have died the most gruesome death in the history of man kind so that she didn't have to feel the prick of pulling a hangnail off. You want to talk about enemies. If you really did a lick of research you would have seen one name pop up and stand out like Yao Ming. Jason Corrigan. He took Nicole from me, and manipulated his parents to manipulate her parents, and had her sent away when he couldn' have her. Bet you didn't know that did you? No. Because you're dumb cunts.

Your research is the equivalent to Wikipedia on a college essay. It just doesn't count as a credible source. I bet Jaslene knows that, doesn't she? But she doesn't care. She would rather take the points being docked to sound smart. No wonder Yale didn't work out.


Running the bloody hand through his hair, turning it an orange color, he began to walk again. The garage was massive, and there was seemingly no end in sight.

"If you would have taken even a second to realize my actual past, you could have torn me apart. Instead, you chose to go the high school lunchroom insult rout, and post old pictures in hopes nobody will let me sit with them anymore. It doesn't work because I already don't want to sit with them. You see, I like having enemies. Telling me I have them doesn't do anything but make me happier. Having enemies makes it more interesting. Diversity, ya know? Always a new face, some good rivalries. I'd rather be hated by all than loved by none. This is a soulless business, and being the "good guy" gets you nowhere. I tried that. The more I try to do whats right, the more the demons take over. How do you think I won the Universal Title?"

His hand was bleeding badly now, drops following behind him with every step.

"I had to get to a place I didn't want to go. I won the richest prize in this business in four months, something I am pretty sure is a record. I'd have to check again, but I am sure that little detail slipped your mind, didn't it? But how do you think I got there? I am not going to take you on a journey down memory lane because quite frankly everyone is probably sick of the Nicole saga by now. But let me ask you......have you ever felt that soul crushing sadness? That emptiness so deep that a black hole seems like a simple street puddle? When I won the Universal Title for the first time in my career, I looked into the crowd and as much as they roared, I heard nothing. I had gotten Nicole tickets to come see the show, but Jason flew into town and took her to dinner at a fancy Atlantic City restaurant inside a casino. The best moment of my life hampered because I had to go to work and he had all the time in the world.

You two can't even comprehend that. The only time you two get sad is when the gym runs out of shake mix, Rue 21 doesn't have your size crop top, you can't find heels to match your outfit.....you get the drift. Do not ever try to figure me out, because you can't even figure out how to cut a watchable promo. You need a lot of work."

“Boy, look at you! You’re an absolute mess. You walk into this place and think you run Savage just because you’ve had some top-notch things. Who are fooling?”

"Top notch things? That show runs around me. Without Chaos, that show is nothing. I am the backbone, the lifeblood. Top notch things? There is no notch higher than me."

In all those matches, people’s sole purpose was to humiliate you.

"Oh yah? How did they do? How did Gabe Reno do when I left him drooling in a pile of his own body fluid causing him to rage quit the first time? How did Thaddeus Duke do when I busted him open like the Hoover Dam? How did Doctor D'Ville do when I locked him in that casket? Michael Graves when I beat him 6 falls to 3? I have had some of the most intense, entertaining and prime time matches here. I main event pay per views. You two are lucky to fight before 10 PM. So before you go knocking what I have done, do something first."

His phone rang, echoing off the walls of the old parking garage. It sounded storm loud.

"Sup?"

"Where the hell are you? You've been gone an hour!"

"Store was closed, had to go to another. I'll be up soon."

Her voice could be heard through the phone.

"Can you believe this new promo? Those two bitches really went there, huh?"

"Yeah, apparently they did. And my app is telling me they just did another one with Jim Caedus."

"This oughta be good."

"Probably not."

"They wen't hard this time. I am told they are talking about how I have a large clit and fucking men with strap ons, yadda yadda."

"So the same old bullshit that literally everyone else makes fun of you about?"

"Yep."

"Typical."

"Okay well I am going to finish up here and head back."

"Hurry back......I might be wearing something sexy."

"You better be."

Hanging up the phone, he watches the So Gay and Caedus debacle, chuckling to himself as he does so.

"Half the damn promo is Jim talking? You'd think he was the one fighting in this match. Jim has a lot to say, and he has a lot of validity. You see, Jim has my number. He can talk shit because he has earned the right to. But, if you want to come hard, you need to learn that having your man talk for you isn't going to help you in the trash talk department. Jim is one of the best, obviously he has taught you both nothing. I am not going to address what Jim said because quite frankly it isn't worth it. I will see him again when I see him and I will beat him.

The rest of it, all nonsense. Ninety percent of your "harsh promo" was that bearded circus act. You ladies need to learn, I don't respond well to threats. Why? Because I don't give a fuck. Jim is gonna be at ring side? Good. The whole women's division at ringside, good. The more people get to witness greatness. I am Top 50 all time for a reason ladies, and it is a reason you are soon going to learn. It is because I have made enemies in my day, real life and work life, and I have always loved a good fight. You can't have order without chaos, and you can't have success without a few enemies. I wouldn't have it any other way, honestly. I may be your enemy, and you may be mine, but you are going to learn quickly you are just another enemy on my list and I am the enemy you DON'T want to have.


ENEMIES

That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life. Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names. The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend. If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy.

Personally, Chris has no beef with Jim Caedus. In fact, he respected him. He thought he was a gross sasquatch replica, but he respected him in the ring. Caedus had earned his stripes in Chris's eyes. But this match was a bit different than his previous. Gabe Reno was back and was breathing down his neck. Danny Imperial was back from injury, one Chris gave him, and was gunning for him. John Holliday wanted to bite his ankles. He was surrounded by a new list of people who hated him and he loved it. As he walked back towards the room, he grinned to himself, remembering what just transpired. The clerk at the liqour store was horrified by his bloody hand and hair. She swore he needed medical help. He swore it was mental. He grinned at her as her put his blood covered change in his pocket.

He ran his bloody hand across the wall on the way to the room. He bled to feel alive. He bled because he felt good feeling pain.

He had enemies, and he loved it.


"Oh my god! What happened to your hand!" The door opened and Jenny jumped off the bed.

"I got the champagne," he said laughing softly.

"Your hand is cut to pieces!"

He popped the bubbly.

"A little blood never hurt anyone....its a celebration.....drink up."

He smiled at her, she smiled at him. They both had enemies, but for the first time in weeks she could smile because they had enemies together.
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