::::Continued From:::: “... and Chaotic Inc. are losers in both.” http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=36981

"Both of you down on your knees right fucking now..."



Main & Page both refuse as they are forced to the rotting floor by helpful strikes to each of their stomachs courtesy of the other mercenaries.



" Do you want me to prove how serious I am right now? Gentlemen my dick is bigger than both of yours combined and every person in this room knows it including you... Don't test me, or I'll blow your fucking brains out and walk away as nothing happened... You stow sorry shits are lucky there is a steep price on those heads... Or we would torture each of you, and just when you are about to kill over. That's when the real fun would begin... Murdering my men was a big mistake.



Robert chuckles.



" Do you find something funny "Omega"? Is this entire thing a gigantic fucking joke to you... I don't think you realize the gravity of the situation."



Robert pushes himself off the floor his hands now zip-tied behind his back he gets nose to nose with the lead mercenary doing all the talking...



" As a matter of fact, I do. When we were gutting your snowflake men Page and I took our sweet time just so we could savor every minuscule second and every emotion coming from those yellow-bellied pantywaists."



Page gets off his knees standing next to Robert.



" Funny how people show you who they are in their final seconds of life. I mean it's actually an interesting thing if you are there in person. Watching it unfold and all... It's a sight to see... But I'm sure you dickless shits have seen it before. Let this be a lesson, don't send a couple of cupcakes to do a mans job... Go ahead and send whoever you'd like to come and get Robert or me... Just don't send anybody you want back, because they'll see the inside of a body bag... But you pricks already know that now don't you?"



Chris takes a moment as a sinister smile forms from beneath his mask.



" Hey cowboy... Those men Robert and I disembowelled... Did they have families? I'm only asking because those three bitches cried like babies as we watched the life leave their eyes... Seeing someones dead eyes just tickles my balls for some reason... I could only imagine how their desperate wives feel having such pussies for husbands... I bet they are begging for someone to fuck their brains out right now... Hey, why don't you do me a massive favor... Go and tell their wives two real men with cold-rolled pink steel dicks are coming to fill their momma's boys husbands shoes... Two men with beach ball-sized nuts... Hell, I'm not sure about Main but I've got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky."



A silver streak flashed as the 357. revolver was placed right in the middle of Robert's forehead. In most cases, a man would begin begging for his life... Robert though did the opposite stepping forward daring the mercenary to pull the trigger.



" Do it... Pull the trigger..."



Robert stared directly into the mercenaries eyes daring him once more to pull the trigger... The mercenary squinted his washed-out green eyes like he's cried too many times and the color ran.



"He shoots you, I'll have to defend the Tag Straps on my own Main..."



Robert replies leaning into the revolver pushing it deeper into his forehead.



" It's not like you can't handle those two weaklings on Savage all by yourself..."



Page shrugs.



" Damn it... Why are you always right? It gets annoying... But the truth is the truth... I could wipe the canvas with those two by myself..."



Robert again dares the mercenary to pull the trigger.



" Now I don't know the type of assholes you've dealt with in the past, but I'm a man of my fucking word... PULL THE TRIGGER..."



The mercenaries thumb leisurely moves towards the hammer of the revolver.



CLICK...



Robert watches as one edge of the man's mouth who is holding the revolver is pushed up, scrunching his one eye. The revolver took hostage of the mercenaries soul. Apparently, it was part of the natural order of things and the gun, something made of the matter of this universe, had to obey it. Page noticed the gun was sitting heavy in his palm, the very embodiment of human sin. It was as if the disease of the mercenaries mind that had manifested in his hands as a revolver. It was that genocidal instinct that was always there in a cold-blooded killer, the very same impulse that love cures and indifference magnifies. The gun was a toxin to both him and Robert staring at the barrel on the other end.



" Don't you go and threaten me with a good time... I'll turn that head into a canoe..."



Chris watches as a shadow begins moving throughout the house silently, at first the silhouette was nothing more than a chill in the air. Tall, thin, pale as a glass of milk yet vigilant, lurking in the shadows, staring, like a tiger seeking its prey, his wide eyes black as inky pools, dark shadows under the beaten mask leering on with sunken eyes moving as if he has no bones at all. There is nothing more frightening than a man with emotions, especially that don't match the situation. Chris & Robert both grin...



" Can you tell me what's so funny here. I have a gun pointed at your head, my finger is on the trigger, I will kill both of you..."



Robert & Page both shake their heads no.



" Oh, really? Tell me what's going to save your pathetic asses..."



" Your untimely deaths... You should have pulled the trigger..."



The lead mercenary gives a subtle motion as an AR-15 is now pointed directly at Chris Page's skull.



" Fuck the money let's kill these two shit stains."



" The universe gives you stupid fuckers a sign and you shove your middle finger up its ass. We told you that we are walking away from all of this, yet none of you idiots listened and now you are going to pay the ultimate fucking price. You thin dicked fools couldn't leave well enough alone... Now each and every one of you is about to die in the most gruesome way imaginable... I'm talking horror movie shit ladies. Sucks for each one you sorry fucks."



" Tell me how two men zip-tied, with guns pointed at their heads, are going to do anything other than die?"



" Easy... Our friend Shane, he's standing behind you halfwits..."



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::::To Be Continued::::





















” WAKE UP PAGE!” A snoring Page is startled by Robert’s voice screaming at him as he sleeps standing. ” You’re sleeping when we have to finish sticking the sword through the hearts of Chaos Inc. Not that it's a complicated thing to do or anything...”


” My bad… I was trying to watch their shit promos.” Yes, they bored me to sleep. ” These two want to talk about some creativity, man it takes a lot to sit on a chair and hold a microphone and then have an old fashion picture show highlighting your career… and they say we are vain. SHIT!” Chris scoffs before continuing. ” What makes matters worse is you would think that if they’re going open their mouths and talk some shit you'd think they’d at least know what the hell they’re talking about.”


” That’s not a thing anymore, you didn’t know? Today you can say whatever sounds hip or cool, you can spin narratives however you wish as long as it makes you look good…” Robert turns and gazes intently into the camera. ” But it only makes you two sorry excuses for wrestlers look vulnerable.”


” Rob, I got a nice chuckle from ole’ Chaos, man does he think he’s got you pegged or what?!”


” Once a fucking idiot always a fucking idiot.” There’s a sigh from Robert before he continues. ” It’s like I have to explain to him that he’s my Peter Gilmour, he’s my personal punching bag. I mean fuck me running, the guy cuts promos about questioning everything? When the only thing he should be questioning is his God damn career choice. He'd rather talk about how greasy my hair looks or what pants I've got on... Why? Because the guy can't hit me anywhere else... This greasy-haired what did he call me? ”



" A parasite Bob."



Robert laughs.



" Right that's it... This coming from a man who has used everyone around him... Chaos has gone to the well so many times now it's run dry... Chris Chaos has sucked the life out of everything that he has ever been apart of because he has to be number one... News flash Chris, you haven't been number one since 2016, what you are is a bottom feeder now... I might be fragile... But when it comes to me in a ring against you, Chris, I'm as formidable as they come. Tell me how many times you have defeated me in the ring? Not once... And the day you do pin me for three seconds, I'll pack my bags and leave this business... Funny how in the same promo you Chris talk all this shit then say we are the best on the roster... No shit... Why don't you tell the world something they don't already fucking know. You are a walking contradiction..."


” You’re the mastermind behind Cataclysm, did you know that? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t yours truly the ONLY guy to show up at your hospital bed to check on you after your battle with Soldier? Wasn’t I the guy that proposed that we let bygones be bygones and focus on taking BACK the spotlight THEY stole from us…”[green] Chris shifts his cold blue eyes towards the camera piercing through the lens stating. [green]” And since both of you brainless wonders saw it fit to give a history lesson allow us to fill in all the HUGE gaping holes that you know absolutely nothing about.”


” Carnes, you’re right when you say Chris Page and I set the federation on fire, you’re right when you say television had never been more exciting… But where you’re both mistaken is how or why we’ve come together… EVEN THROUGH WE’VE ALREADY EXPLAINED IT a dozen time. Maybe if you'd shut that tamale hole for a split second you get a fucking grip.”


” They say we repeat ourselves; maybe we wouldn’t have to if people did their homework the first time around, and I don’t know, maybe spit some original game as opposed to drinking from the same poisoned watering hole.”


” This is the Chris Chaos special, rinse and repeat until it works... Two men around the XWF call the shots, that's Theo and Vinnie, and while Chris and I were setting the highest ratings in decades they thought it’d be cool to allow cash in from an expired briefcase and douse the flames we had ignited. It was then that CHRIS PAGE came to me and opened my eyes to what was really going on… Not the other way around you ignorant fuck. Pay attention.”


” That’s right boys and girls! Meet the man that turned Robert to the dark side! And if I had to do it all over again I would! I freed Robert from the chains that bind him and have turned him into the monster he has become today and it all goes back to how this company elects to do business. Now, Chris, you speak of waging a war on the XWF, cool story bro… and exactly how many battles have you won in this little war? We declared war on everyone and have a couple of shiny belts we can display as proof to our success, can you? “ Chris waits for several seconds before he states. ” I didn’t think so.”


” And we’ve got news for you, you’re still not going have a championship prize around your waist when we get through dismembering both of you. See things are simple if you don't protect what's yours sooner or later it belongs to someone else. These Tag Straps are ours. Does either one of you know who the hell you are talking too? Are you confused who the hell we are? Have you lost sight on who in the fuck is in charge around here? Punishment is how we built our castle and the castigation will continue on Savage. ”


” So Chris, how does it feel to be wrong again when it comes to Robert Main? You should know the feeling all too well but in case you’ve forgotten we’re going to be happy to remind you by beating some common fucking sense into you.”


” You gotta love the divide and conquer bit they tried though.”


” It was cute… But this is tag team wrestling not singles action and the last time I checked it’s frowned upon to not at least dedicate a little time to both members of a team, then again this is the XWF and they tend to make rules as they go.”


” Can we talk about your fanboy for a second?”


” I’ll nail Carnes to the wall in a second, I’m not done exposing Chaos because this fucker, while he has a major hard-on for you doesn’t know the first thing about me. Chris, you spoke on how Robert has turned his back on everyone; you’re welcome. What you fail to realize is Robert and I are cut from the same cloth and I’ll stick a knife in anyone’s back at any time. So while we appreciate your attempts to sound cool you have no clue how far I’ll go or how low I’ll stoop to ensure that my will has been done. This is a war, make no mistake about it, and in war there are causalities… Both you and Hanari are about to share a battlefield with two generals.”


” Oh and Chaos, I’m going to enjoy slapping you around again. It never gets old.”


” Hey Hanari, how did my nut taste? I appreciate you sucking on the tip of my dick whilst giving me all the credit that I already know I’ve earned. I don’t need you telling my story like you’re a principle character because you seem to trail away from the facts per usual.”


” It’s almost like these two are so desperate you can smell it exuding from their pores.”


” That’s because they are and because you can. The attempts to drive a wedge failed with flying colors because we know exactly who we are and exactly what we’re doing. The fact either of these two perforated assholes is allowed to speak our names is a gift from God, I suppose we’re going to have to take that gift by ripping out their throats and we will save the world from the throne of lies they’re sitting on.”


” The last thing I’ll choose to address with you Chris Chaos is how you seem to think I’ve sunk to your level. Tell me how that is? Maybe I’m not who I used to be. Well, buttercups, even down here on your level I'm still head and shoulder above you. I’m the guy that will continue to run rough shot over whoever I want, whenever I want and however I want. You more than anyone else should be able to comprehend that. Do you want to talk Wargames? I'd focus on this match and this match only... I'll be the first to admit it... I've counted you and your team out... But I do that with anything that your name is attached to Chris. So, you have Cent and Robbie Bourbon? Stupendous... Really... Bravo... I've crushed them both... Sleeping on this team will end your career. ”


” He’ll never lend validation for his shortcomings.”


” Hanari you’ve picked the wrong horse to side with. Chris Chaos is good if you want to remain a mid-card player, he’s like a Centurion, he can hang with the best mid-card talent all day every day but he just doesn’t have what it takes to hang with the elite, make no mistake about it when we say you’re looking at the world-class that's exactly what you are looking at. Chris Page has held World Titles on seventeen occasions, he’s a master of his craft… and you both already know my credentials, I’m the face that haunts your dreams, the big game you can’t kill. The sooner the both of you come to terms with that fact the better off you’re both going to be.”


” So while the both of you want to live in the past we’re going to live in the present and here in the present Cataclysm has outshined every other light the XWF can beam out. When people think about this place they don’t think Shawn Warstein, they don’t think Felix Jones and they damn sure don’t think about Chaos Inc… they think Cataclysm. We make it all go round, next time do yourselves a favor and know what the fuck you’re talking about instead of just spouting out random babble.”


” Savage we are going to run right over you both going into Wargames with a full head of steam.”


” Once we go ahead and show you where your place is in this division Hanari had better hope his team for Wargames isn’t put up against ours because the embarrassment will only continue…”