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Throwing Shade - Chris Chaos - 08-05-2016 Sometimes we can get so involved in fantasy that it becomes reality in our minds. Sometimes life becomes a giant bubble that surrounds us and becomes impossible to break out of. Sometimes the life formed within this bubble becomes a life we cannot escape from. It consumes us, makes us its own. To some people, this fantasy world is favorable to the real one---sometimes it makes them feel significant somehow. Some people jut don't know how to cope with being a failure in reality, so they run to a digital world where they can be someone important. Someone they have always dreamed to be. Sometimes, those people cannot get out of that state and they walk around in a constant character form, completely out of touch with everyday society. ...That is where Shade comes in. This Gears of War meets Halo whatever number they are on clone is obviously living in a fantasy world. A metal-clad man-child who has had a troubled past, clearly. He walks around like a super hero, or maybe an anti-hero. Either way, he is one of those pimple faced kids with braces who got wedgies and swirlees and his glasses knocked off at school everyday---and now he wants to be a professional wrestler. How adorable. He walks around like Optimus-Prime but can't transform into anything more than the loser he truly is inside. Shade hides behind swords and armor to compensate for a lack of internal confidence and mental and emotional well-being. He is scared of being average, so in his mind he needs to be super. He hides behind a mask because he can't stand his own face. He carries Giant Guns, and wears a costume like he is the reaper of souls. Shade may not be a good wrestler, but he would make one hell of a Halloween decoration. So authentic! =+=+=+=+=+=+ Thursday, August 4th, 2016. 11:17 PM The Bellagio Hotel, 10th floor. Las Vegas. "So, what is the deal with Savage Saturday?" Chris asked, setting down his backpack in his Las Vegas hotel, just arriving back from his long flight from Africa. "This Shade character, literally, what have you dug up?" Bruce had a video game system set up in the room, and was currently sipping an Evian Water bottle (Chris refused to drink anything but Evian and Zephyr Hills), but quickly set it down and wiped his mouth. "Well, there isn't much on him. His back story is rather shady, pun inended". "Elaborate," Chris said, letting his hair down and putting his feet up on the desk. Bruce pulled out a manila folder and removed some documents. He cleared his throat and read off his lazy research, taking Shade's background off the XWF homepage: "Was a kid who was brought up by a very powerful Demon in hell who can rival lucifer himself. but not much is known about him except for that he's father ran away from his home when he was young, and he trained to become a wrestler when he was 15. he is half human and male. also no one outside his gf's and his family knows what he looks like under his mask. it's described as his looks are a bit above average. little is known about his backstory" Chris put his hand up, then rolled his finger signaling to back up. Bruce began reading again from the top. "Was a kid who was brought up by a very powerful Demon in hell who can rival lucifer himse---" he was cut off by Chris snorting out a laugh, his hand up. "Are you serious Brucie? First a wigger wanna be and now a final fantasy assclown? What the hell is wrong with you, I've often wondered". "I don't book the matches, Chris.....Savage GM Thomas Girard...." Chris's hand was up again. "Does it look like I give a fuck about that herpes flare up motherfucker? No. I care about you and me Brucie, and that Universal title." Bruce turned on the TV, and the gaming system. "I am here in the home of the noir, Bruce. Anything and everything happens in vegas. If this little cum stain wants to believe he was raised by demons, he is in the right city. He is obviosuly battling some serious ones. This little shit had his daddy run off when he was young and now suddenly thinks he is a game winning boss on some back to the future shit. He is nothing. My father left too, and do you see me hiding behind a costume and wearing full blown armor to the ring?" Before Bruce could answer, Chris spat more:"I let some freakshow get between Nicole and I in PW, and I have lost her forever. I lost the love of my life, and my father, and my mother is a junkie. I can't see my kid, I have every thug in Tampa wanting to put a bullet in my head and I can't leave my beach condo without getting a paparazzi enema. Do you see me dressing up for show and tell every time I step into the ring?" Bruce shook his head, "No, Chris. No I don't". "You have a game system set up, what are you going to show me?" "I figured in order to better understand Shade, you could see how he moves. You could be him for a day." Chris, now sipping his Evian, almost spat it out. "Are you going senile old man? What the fuck are you talking about? That Comic-Con display case can't hold a button on my boxer shorts." "Maybe you could just try my idea, for once, perhaps you will enjoy it. Knowledge is power." "Hit me, Bruce. Let's see if you still got it." He pulled a 50 lb dumbbell out of his bag, and began curling while Bruce fired everything up. " I spoke to Computer Answers in Tampa, the best design team out there today. They designed a special game just for us." Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. On the screen, Shade appeared in all his video game garb. "You can pretty much do anything you want, just tell me what you want and I will program it in from this laptop and you can be Shade for a day, essentially." Chris grinned a bit, and picked up the controller. The game starts with a little kid, wearing the same stupid mask that Shade wears. Shirtless, and on his knees. He appears to be crying metal tears. "Daddy....don't go" the muffled robot voice said. "Daddy I didn't mean to tell the police you touched me, I won't do it again. Please". The man, who had his back to the robot child was shadowed and mostly off screen. The screen door shuts and robochild wails. A shrew voice could be heard from the other room. "Come eat your dinner or you wont eat for a week"! The voice ended in a demon hiss, but still sounded feminine. The scene cuts to the robochild smashing mashed potatoes onto his mask, giving himself a yellowish white beard. Fast forward 10 years. There is a LARP session going on. Shade is out there, his little guns out, running around. The other things (yes, things), are wearing felt outfits with fake swords. "So I actually get to shoot people?" Chris asked, getting excited. "Maybe this whole Shade gimmick isn't so bad" He begins to pop LARP'ers, killing them instantly. After about 25 were down, the guns jammed. He began to smack the gun, looking at it before pointing it down and smacking it again. A small squeal groan came from the robot monstrosity and he fell to the ground, holding his crotch area. Blood leaked around it onto the grass. Chris and Bruce laugh. "I guess that's why he doesn't have any balls. I would have never guessed....." the two laugh again, "oh wait, yes I would have!" The two laughed again as the robot writhed on the grass and all the remaining LARP'ers laughed at him and kicked him. Fast Forward another few years. The robot is in the ring now, training to be a pro wrestler. He is moving like the Wizard of Oz tin man before he got his oil. "That explains a lot" said Chris. "I wanna go on more adventures with this clutz. But I wanna see how he is in the ring first." After intentionally getting the robots ass kicked a few times, pinned 1-2-3 and his demon father mother thingy getting pissed and beating him more he put the controller down. "Jeez, im wiped. I guess it isn't easy being a fully metal freak with guns, as cool as it may seem." "There is something I didn't tell you, Chris," raising the future champ's eyebrow again. "It is the first match on the card." Bruce winced, expecting Chris to lash out. "Good," said Chaos, "give these people some early entertainment. This oughta be fun." Bruce blew out a sigh of relief. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+ Friday, August 5th. Sometime in the late evening. Boiler Room of the T-Mobile Arena. Chris had his wrestling tights on and a white TAPOUT shirt with black lettering. His hair was down, and he had a maniacal look on his face. "You know, I haven't watched much film on you, admittedly. I was focused on dispatching Malibu's Most Wanted in some third world shit-hole. Also, I have been spending far too much timing trying to figure out just what in the ever loving fuck you are. Some cyborg mutant freak with daddy issues. I didn't sign up for this. But, I am an equal opportunity ass kicker, so I can make an exception. I mean, it is 2016 after all. I don't care the match order, I just want to dispatch of you and be that much closer to gold. I saw brief portions of your matches here, and I just don't think you have the grapefruits to hack it with me in the ring. It is nothing to take offense to, not everyone can. If I were you I wouldn't even come to Vegas, the home of the title fight, and spare yourself the embarrassment. Hell, I would, it is the noble thing to do." "But you will probably come out guns blazing, pun intended. You probably are so far stuck in this fantasy world you can't possibly get out of it. I mean look at your finishing move.....Welcome To Shade's Realm. Even that spells delusional formerly bullied child. If you can step out of the World of Warcraft world for a second and realize reality, you will see a juggernaut staring you down. Locked and loaded. I refuse to go down. You are going to need your guns to take me out. Guns, missles, ammo, tanks....you name it. I am prepared for it all. You may be fucked up, disturbed, even phsycotic.....but I am chaotic....and chaotic wins every time. Hell, you couldnt win last week without help. I think everyone in the arena had a collective gasp when you scored the pin fall. But, I will give props where props are due......And Chaos....he will get his next week......but this is about you so I will give you your props" *claps sarcastically* "A win is a win. But, DO NOT expect the same this week. Nobody else is. In fact, I don't even think your girfriend is. At this point, she is basically hospice. At this point, she is taking care of you out of pity and pity only. She will have a lot more to take care of when I leave your parts scattered around the ring like a fucking junk yard. I don't even want to waste breath on you. All I want to say is make sure you bring your guns, full clip, and prepare.....oh yessssss prepare....to be equalized!"