A declaration of war is a formal act by which one state goes to war against another.

March 4th, 2020----a date which will live in infamy----

It didn't have to be this way.

It all could have been avoided.

But now.......it HAS to be this way.

There was a war going on. Every day something new happens, a new battle in the same war. Sometimes you have to take stand against tyranny and oppression. Sometimes you need to get involved, instead of waiting for it to rectify itself.

The age is upon us. It is a new dawn. One thing that is guaranteed is that the sun will rise and set, but what takes place between those two occasions is up for you to decide.

For you to make the most of.

Life is too short to sit back and wait for someone to do the right thing. People are inherently bad, with the ability to be good. Most choose not to. Some can't help it.

Do you think the crown gives you power?

No, I think armies give you power.

Do you disapprove?


Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

When there are two sides, deliberately drawn in the sand, there can only be one solution.

WAR.

There can be no other options. There can be no peace when peace isn't sought.

There was a single candle lit on the table in the center of the room.

The room was illuminated only by this single light. A hooded man entered from the back, his long robe gliding with every step. In his hand there was a rolled up piece of parchment. The man glided over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. Unraveling the document, it let it sit on the wooden table, just below the candle, causing it, too, to be illuminated by the dim flame.

His knuckles rattled on the table. They almost shook with rage. Removing his hood, a long main of blonde hair could be seen. When the light flickered again, it became clear. It was Chris Chaos.



"So this is my reward, huh? I get to face off against a GED auto mechanic with a lousy attitude and some roided up jagoff who can't even see his own dick? THIS is my reward for NOT causing Chaos? My reward for NOT turning this place upside down? It is all clear to me now, perhaps more clear than its ever been.

They don't want me here.

I have sat back patiently and watched as the Hart Title is defended nearly every week, ready for the turbulence to die down. The old Chris Chaos.....hell you know the old Chris Chaos would be interfering in matches, attacking champions, challengers and the like......but I haven't done that.

I consider it growth.

If I am number one contender, just book me in a Hart Title match and get it over with. But that just isn't the way they roll around here is it? Of course not. They have to stack the deck, they have to put me in a triple threat and put my Hart Title shot on the line....

...Welcome Home, eh Chris?

I should have expected it. They don't want me as champion. They are hoping that Chris Chaos just fades away, just withers into the abyss of the mid-card wasteland and they never have to deal with me again. They are hoping Griffin scores a pinfall or Socio has a bout of roid rage, and Chris Chaos doesn't have to go one-on-one with one of their top stars. I think anyone who knows me knows that when I put my mind to something, I get it done.

They are hoping that Chris Chaos plays down to his competition, that either Centurion or Robbie Bourbon, or whoever the hell their precious champion is, has to face someone that isn't up to their level. Not on par. Talk about protecting a champion. Centurion hasn't faced anyone besides that over-sized jar of mayonnaise known as Robbie Bourbon in months and Bourbon is about as consistent in big matches as a down-syndrom kid coloring inside the lines. Who else is in the mix, Gilmour? Please. He is about as useful as Anne Franke's drumset. Finn Kuhn? I've put more knuckle-knocks on the head of Finn Kuhn than he has the mental capability to count. Mastermind? Stick to the TV division big man, because I am going to send you back to New Zealand in a body bag. I won't even get a 1-on-1 against their champion as that match, on the second Warfare after March Madness, will be a triple threat. They know what I can do when I am focused and determined..... But in their eyes, it is anyone but me.

Do they remember the last time they hung something over my head? I had a chance for the Universal Title and they ran me through the gauntlet.....7 matches, if any of them beat me they got my shot. The golden ticket, per-say. I slaughtered every single one of them and we all know what happened next. Newsflash, jackasses, this is going to be the exact same thing. You thought you shot the deer, but all you did was poke the bear. I am going to run through these two goons like a tornado on the plains and I am going to get that title shot. I earned it by pinning Ned Kaye and winning the fatal four way at Lethal Lottery. I won a shot at the Hart Title, I didn't win a chance to compete against others who got here by kissing ass. I earned it by kicking ass.

But welcome to life in the XWF. Ratings supersede fairness here, and that is something I am well aware of. I have spent an entire tenure here getting screwed, what's another match? I am the pariah, I am the outcast, I am the one they smile at but talk about when the doors are shut. I am the one they whisper about. I might be the number one target on this roster. I have the odds of not only the hatred of the majority of the roster, but the disenchantment of management as well. That would break most men.....

............it only makes me stronger.

I flourish in it. I relish in it. I don't wanna be liked, I don't want to be anyone's friend. I don't want to come to company Christmas parties or cookouts, I don't want to join the group chats. I've been a loner my whole life, nothing changes now. I came back and I tried to be the baby face. I tried to be the good guy. I won at Lethal Lottery, and for the first time in years the crowd cheered me. I tried to be the comeback story, the feel good tale, the storybook fairytale, the 30-for-30. It's just not in my nature. I am here to cause chaos, to tear this company apart at the seams.

The thorn in the side.

The nemesis.

The enemy.

The bad guy.

I am here to be the bully.

In regards to Savage.....a lot of people have been asking me why we went after Mastermind and the Misfits. Who is to blame? Is there a new found alliance? Sooo many questions.........

Let me break it down. It is their fault. It is administrations fault. Are you noticing a trend here? Mastermind, its nothing personal here....you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This didn't have to happen. I could have just sat back, quiet, to myself, and waited for my title shot...........

But no. If I am not going to get the respect I deserve, I am going to burn this place down until there is nobody left to respect. It could have been avoided........maybe your gripe should be with them.

As for Kirean Overton......he has a lot of potential and a bright future. He is bigger than some tournament........he's.......Chaotic.

So while I am not surprised they are devising a scheme to take the Hart Title out of my hands........to be truthful, I wouldn't have it any other way. There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home. I am going to rip their protected champion limb-from-limb, I am going to hoist that title above my head, and I am going to love every second of them hating it.

In order to expose their golden boy, whoever that may be, and break him down to a molecular level....I need to get through this match.

Griffin MacAlister....didn't I already leave you looking like a bloody stump once? A fighter? Dangerous fists? Griffin the only thing dangerous about you is the fumes coming off the grease you slick your hair with. You couldn't beat me for the TV title, you won't beat me for my shot at the Hart Title. You call yourself "The Mechanic".....I call you a dumpster fire. A part-timer with a chip on his shoulder because he is a "living weapon" who never amounted to anything more than being a random piece of candy inside the XWF pinata. Before last month you haven't fought on Warfare since 2018. You lost to a man who wears a Superman costume like a special-ed kid and beat a marshmallow core Ned Kaye. Real impressive. Excuse me while I dry-heave. Savage hasn't fared much better. Lux took you to school. A 5'2" garden gnome made the "living weapon" tap out. TAP OUT. Geri Miller made you look stupid. You know, Geri Miller, the Internet Champion who was awarded a belt for being entertaining on Twitter....not for wrestling prowess. Are you picking up what I'm putting down here?

Your legacy is coming back every year or so to lose a couple matches, then disappear again with nothing more than a dust cloud left behind.

And not even a big one.

Griffin....you're nothing, you're trash. You were given this match because you opted in and they knew they wouldn't see you again this calendar year.........now I will give them a reason not to. You don't deserve this match, this opportunity, this ass-kicking. You're simply wrong place, wrong time. You know the saying...it sucks to suck. That was created for you.

Socio, why are you even in this match? What have you done that warrants even being on the same show as me, let alone in the same match? Let alone for a title shot opportunity? We get it bro, you lift. Power lifting is a sport, but your weird body doesn't resemble anything sports related unless WoW is considered a sport. I've never seen, "I'm going to drop out of college" portrayed so well. You nail it, brotha! No amount of muscular mass will distract girls away from your down-syndrome face. Maybe that is why you have to yell into a microphone about rape all the time. It is the only way you're getting any. You really think that veins that look like road maps are attractive? Your biceps are the reason there's lesbians. It's only a matter of time before you start jerking off for other men.

I haven't had the displeasure of being in a ring with you yet, Socio, but my god, I can smell the axe body spray from here. Such pent up aggression. You grumble around like a Neanderthal, and you think people are afraid of you? Don't frown. Someday you'll be some ugly, depressed girl's Prince Charming. You look like Robbie Bourbon if he was in shape.

But all jokes aside......

The way I look at you, Socio....the bigger they are, the harder they fall. You can be as big as you want to be, lift as much as you want, but when you feel that spear cut through you and you are left in a heap, looking up at those arena lights, you are going to question your entire existence. I am a caged animal. They have pushed me into a corner. I would have been perfectly fine kicking the shit out of Maverick and Finn Kuhn and waiting for my shot......but they wanted to play games. Typical. Now your blood and the blood of that burnt out auto-mechanic are on their hands.

When I am done in this match, there will only be pieces of you left. I WILL win this match, then I will go about my business. I will wait until the second Warfare after March Madness and then you two goons can have the pleasure of feeling better because you got your asses torn up by the next XWF Hart Champion.

So consider this my declaration. I wanted to play nice. I wanted to be a model employee. I wanted to come back and show them that perhaps we could co-exist. If they stayed out of my business, I would stay out of theirs. Now, they put me smack in the middle of their business. So consider this my declaration........whoever their champion is when my time comes, I am not just gonna beat him. I am gonna hurt him, and hurt him bad.

There is nothing inside this ring I haven't accomplished. They are willing to throw two of their healthy part time "stars" in the ring against a rabid wolverine who is now (again, your fault) hell bent on proving a point. Like that old saying goes....

....this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.........

What am I saying? It's gonna DESTROY YOU. I am gonna destroy you. You fired the first shot, and have started a war that you don't want.

Welcome to hell, my name is Chris Chaos.

The Monster Has Awoken.