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Chris Chaos · (08-02-2017)

Never judge a book by its cover. You don't know what someone has been through. You don't know what they are capable of. You never know what they harbor, what demons plague them.

What was he saying?! Of course you judge them. They are freaks, like Engy!

Sometimes, you need to assert your dominance. Sometimes you need to show those people that their problems don't matter unless you allow them to matter.

Chris and Jenny were walking on the bad side of town. A part of LA known for bums, drugs, hookers--you name it, it was here. Real seedy stuff.

This is the type of atmosphere they both grew up in, but both of them had made something of themselves and gotten out of the shit. They now lived the good life on the big side of town.

Jenny had a blindfold on, and Chris was leading her. She could hear the cat calls, but she was used to them anyway so she didn't think anything of it. Just men being men.

"We are almost there. But let me ask you, do you like broken nails with dirt under them?"

Her nose scrunched.

"Ummm.....no?"

"Even if I told you he had a heart of gold, would treat you like a princess, and could kick anyone's ass for you that you asked?"

"But what does he look like?"

Shallow. Figured.

"Like Engy."

"OH FUCK NO."

"Thought so."

He assumed she didn't know about Engy's promo this week. He assumed he hadn't heard the words he said about her liking guys like him. She would have flipped shit and he would be paying the hotel for a new TV.

"So just around the corner, I am going take the blindfold off, okay? And what you will see, I want you to give me an honest assessment of."

"Okay but please hurry, my eyeliner is starting to smudge from the sweat."

Chris smirked, knowing that Engy not only made a fool out of himself in his promo, which was expected, but also that Jenny was NOT looking anywhere else.

Her nose pursed up again in a scrunch formation.

"UGH! What is that smell?!"

Chris grinned, he knew they were close.

"That is almost our test subject."

"What the fuck! Where are you taking me now?!"

"You will see."

As they turned the corner, what was in front of them seemed like an alien world. Tents, boxes and cars that were just the middle part, no doors, no roofs, were spread out as houses. There was trash in the streets. Rats the size of cats and cats whose ribs could be seen ran around like children at Chuck. E. Cheese. Even the air here seemed different. This couldn't be the United States. People couldn't live this way.

They do. Chris had seen this and worse in Tampa. He was sure she saw worse in the slums around Vegas. But this, this was bad. It brought back so many memories. So many bad memories.

How bad could they be? Engy got pissed on his promo. It doesn't get much worse than that.

"Goddamnit, Chris....I am taking this damn blindfold off....."

When she did, she gasped.

She instantly put a hand over her mouth. Just as she did, a fully tinted black car pulled up. A man got out, one that she had never seen before. He had what looked like a Styrofoam cooler with him. He had sunglasses on. Setting the cooler down, Chris reached in his pocket and handed the man some bills. He nodded and got back in the car.

"What the hell?"

"You'll see"

He sets the cooler down and pops open the top, reaching into it. He pulled out a slab of raw meat, as though he took it directly off the ice at the local supermarket. Walking over to the trashcan fire, he threw the piece of meat.

"Curbside Charles, PigeonEater Pat, you two are first."

He took out another slab.

"Rufus, WinshieldCleaner Harvey, you two are next...."

He continued to throw slabs of meat. Jenny looked at him like he had two heads.

"Who are you taking? I am taking Rufus and Charles."

She tilted her head like a confused dog.

"Bum Fights, babe, bum fights. This is how people like Engy learn how to defend themselves and fight for what they want."

"You're too much."

"So who are ya taking?"

"Ugh....um....what are the names again?"

"It doesn't matter, that is the point. Nobody cares about these people, point and pick one, they are all the same. I have a whole lot of meat and there are a lot of hungry bums."

She points at one.

"Ahh....Windshield Cleaner Harvey, solid choice. Lets see what happens."

She put her hands on her hips as the two men tore into each other for the raw meat.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2

"Engy....I don't know which box you woke up in this week, but I hope someone informed you that you are facing the best in the business this week in the King of the Ring Tournament. You are squaring off against me. Shocking news? I bet. Shitting your pants yet? Well, you do that anyway, so I wouldn't be surprised if you were. I hope you locked Jenny's chair smell deep into your spank bank because I am going to kick your head off your shoulders Wednesday Night. You saw what I did to Travis McCoy, and honestly he is twice the fighter, maybe more, than you are.

But since I don't think you are capable of having a thought that Madison doesn't whisper into your ear, let me basically outline your entire promo--because I know what she is going to tell you to say. You can say all you want that I wouldn't have beaten Travis without Jenny and her trusty pepper spray. You can say all you want that I wouldn't have beaten him without a steel chair. The fact of the matter, Engy, is I do what it takes to win. A W is a W. When people look back at this tournament after I win it, they aren't going to look at HOW I won, just that I did. Just that I am added to the prestigious list of "King". A prestigious list of men that includes John Madison, Theo Pryce, Hulk Hogan, John Samuels and most recently Doctor D'Ville. When people add me to that list, another piece of my legacy will be solidified. Where will you be while I am having my coronation? Probably trying to make the difficult decision between a Kenmore box or a Frigidaire box while eating the Dunkin' Donuts the local gas station DD threw out. You are nothing, Engy, and I am the reason this place stays with their head above the water. Just think about it, without asking Madison for permission, and notice the situation you've been thrust into.

Just like last week in the Savage Tag tournament, I thought competition was supposed to get tougher as you advance in these things? If it is even possible, you may be WORSE than McCoy. I mean, honestly, what have you done here? You've ridden your cougar pale's coattails, that is what you have done. I can't name one "signature win" on your resume. But I guess that is to be expected from an--how did they list you on the bio page--an 'angry, violent

'? Hell, even last week, against John Holliday, the resident punching bag, it took you a fist full of tights to lock him down. You didn't beat him because you are better, you beat him because he has less skill than a down syndrome kid trying to do calculus. Now, you step into the ring with a future legend, and you will be exposed for the piece of garbage you are.

And, what I am told, you smell like.

I am getting sick of week after week facing genetic disappointments. This fed has far too many of you, Engy. In Phoenix Wrestling, as much as I hate them with every fiber of my being, they didn't have this terrible of an under card division. On paper, anyone could beat anyone at any given time. Here, I can, have or will beat 99 percent. I am what they call today, a "1 percenter". I am sure that is a term Madison is familiar with. It is something she pretends to be on a daily basis. But, because she wasn't hot enough to be added into O'Reilly's "whack pack", so to speak, she had to dedicated her career to wrestling and wasting tax payer money on helicopters. I know you two have begun to brain wash Jenny, but quite frankly the thought of you two make me sick. Don't get me wrong, I love Jen, but she can be ignorant sometimes. I see right through your facade. Someone like Madison wouldn't give two squirts of piss about someone like you if she didn't need you for something. What does she need you for, I am sure you will ask. Well.....look at it this way.......maybe it will help......

Why do you think every hot girl you know has at least one ugly or fat, or both, friend? Because she is insecure and needs to look better by comparison, of course. That is all you are, Engy, a prop. An act. Comic relief. Madison knows her flaws, and she hides them with you. Blames her failures on you in her mind. You are nothing but her whipping boy and you put up with it, that is the sad part. You are either too dumb to know the difference or you are okay being someone's pawn. Either way, Engy, that is not a formula for success. I am going to beat you to within an inch of your pathetic life at Warfare, and I am going to make you wish you never woke up at whatever train station you inhabit. I have said many times before, there is a bar here, there are levels to this shit.....you aren't even approaching the first ladder rung. You're a nobody, and I am going to treat you like a nobody.

No hard feelings, Engy, that is just what I do. I do what I want, when I want, how I want, to who I want. All of these people are saying "what about this Chaos face turn we heard about?" Well, just because I am on the aggressive side and I don't bend over backwards to help people doesn't mean I am not fighting the good fight. The good fight, in my opinion, is for the betterment of the XWF. As long as I keep and set the tone, that is what matters. Jenny and I are the ying and the yang. She is as cold as they come. She wants what is best for her, and that is it. She wants that bombshell title. Me.....I want guys like you, Holliday, Panzer, Pyscho, Blaq, Harris, Drezdin...the list goes on....off the goddamn roster. You're making us all look bad and you are bringing the overall talent, and IQ of the entire federation down. Some people, they just want to watch the world burn. Me.....I want to see THIS world, MY WORLD, succeed, and I can take a step in that direction Wednesday Night.

I was sitting in my hotel room watching Shark Week this week, and the possibly Australian narrator talk about Great White Sharks. He said that "an ecosystem is only as strong as it's top predator." In a way, that is true and in a way it couldn't be further than the truth. Right now, I am the apex predator here. This place is only as strong as I make it. BUT--oh yes, there is a but--like a true apex predator, I need to eliminate those under me to keep the ecosystem fresh. This place will never be strong enough with people like you on the roster, and with the Kings and Vinnie's paranoid ass butting heads I wouldn't be surprised if more people were brought in from other feds to "create parody." If that happens, the XWF as you know it will be swallowed whole. This company will crumble because like vulchers they will pick off the weak and the sickly. I need to make sure that doesn't happen.

Having a king like me in the company will scare off other potential predators and keep this place we all know and love whole for a very, very long time. But you don't love this place, do you, Engy? Not unless Madison tells you that you do. You aren't capable of free thinking. Look at my new music. The words that show up on the X-Tron before I come out are FOLLOW ME. If you follow me, Engy, you will be better off. Drop Madison on her almighty ass, and come to the light. Follow me and watch as I trip the darkness that has consumed this place with talent-less hacks like you for far too long.......

On Wednesday, Engy, I make you my disciple while making you my bitch.

Join the rest of those who suck along with you, the ranks of the hopeless.

I hope this promo pissed you off. Because, Engy, it is better to be pissed off than, as was in your case, pissed on.

Fucking weird.

Prepare to be equalized.

Chaos is coming.

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