"Welcome to my level, Robert.

Everything you've been trashing for years, the entire premise of your existence, you've become. Where is your sense of pride, of dignity? You have stooped to my level finally. I'll be honest, I had chalked this up as a loss. I had accepted the fact that Robert Main had my number, and I had planned on keeping my distance."

"Social distancing is important!"

"Yes. Thank you, Hanari. As much as I had forgotten you, you seem to have not forgotten me. Story of my life, right? I conqured the mountain known as Jim Caedus, but you....you were Everest. I took my ball, I went home, I left because I could not do the one thing that meant more to me than winning the Universal Title again.....and that's beat you. Or so, I thought."

"This is getting emotional."

"Shut it.

You hid behind Caedus, you played your mind games, and you offered up your title after I had been through a war with Jim. You knew what you were doing. It was cunning, coy, manipulative. Story of your life, Robert. Hide until the enemy is at its weakest, then pounce and take all the credit. After all the shit I had gone through here, after all the times they screwed me over by stacking the odds and rigging matches, you were finally the one to do it. You were the last straw. You sent Chris Chaos home the broken man that he had been for longer than he cared to remember. I took time off, I learned to play golf, I caught some rays, I read several books, had countless hours of therapy, and I was ready to call it a career. I didn't even dog ear the Robert Main chapter in my history book, I ripped it out completely.

Cue the return. Robert Main's reign has fallen and his relevance in this company has taken a massive hit. Shane invites me back, and after some convincing, I decided to give it another go. Start from the bottom, like before. Build myself back up, earn my name back here again. I win at Lethal Lottery....and low and behold......

Savage. December 14th. Do you remember that date? I sure do. Robert Main makes his own little triumphant return and what is the first name out of his mouth? Mine.

Make no mistake about it, if you are still breathing and don’t tuck tail, I will come looking for you. I said I’d make your miserable life a living hell if you and I were both around and I meant every damn word.

Promo after promo you go out of your way to make it abundantly clear how insignificant and shitty I am.......but then you go out of your way yet again to bring me back into the picture?

Why?

Why couldn't Robert Main just let me die.

Because Robert has a complex. Robert hates to be alone. Robert needs his security blanket, his nightlight, someone to pat him on the back and tell him how good he is..........and someone to beat up on to reassure that. Robert needs structure and stability. This dates all the way back to those days in AX3.

You remember those days? I sure do.

You were the quiet kid, the young gun with athletic talent through the roof but no direction. You looked oddly similar to Seth Fedder in those days, even wore the same jew-fro and dumb spandex Speed-O. Always looked up to Jim Caedus and Michael Graves, always hung on them for a namesake. Then Jenny and I came in and burned your entire family structure to the ground. The one thing you had going for you, I took it away. You vowed to make a group so big and so strong that you could hide behind it and wouldn't have to worry about it crumbling. You recruited Jim, you pulled Arcyle out of the psych ward.....and you vowed to never let me get that close to you again.

Then, you won the Universal Title. You were the backbone of APEX instead of the old AX3 water boy. You then dug deep into the crates. You went back and you dug up the old Apex Prophecy.....a group you weren't even initially a part of. You wormed your way in, you called yourself the leader, and you, above all else felt safe.

Jim Caedus was getting too strong, too much in control. You hated it, but you put up with it because you had the title. Then, you you turned your back on your brother. Why? Because I beat him. I found a way to get close to you again. I found a way to put cracks in that family structure one more time, and you couldn't handle it. Once again.....I controlled you.

So you put your title on the line with the stip that if I lost, I was out of XWF. I agreed, I was ready to go.

You did what you do and I was gone. Poof. Vanished. With the XWF and the Robert Main chapter behind me.

But what happened when Soldier came in and cashed in that briefcase on you?

What happened after you left APEX high and dry and you burned every bridge you built? What happened when you were left laying in that ring and nobody felt sorry for you? You took a little leave of your own.

Robert you can't do it on your own. You need a back up, a sidekick......you've been kicking the shit out of Page for months, and now....you two are buddies? Page became the new me in my absence and suddenly you had a change of heart?

Chris Page is a temporary fix, but once he gets too good....once he gets better than you are in your mind....you'll turn on him too. You're a narcissist with an inferiority complex. Try to wrap your head around that one. You left looking like Jax Teller after a meth binge and you came back looking like Chewbacca, Rob Zombie and the creature from the Legend of Boggy Creek all had a threesome, produced a love child, then left it in a desolate cave for the majority of its life. I mean, a ghillie suit is good for hunting, but a full time look?

You're off the rails, Robert, you're spiraling out of control. You turned heel, shunning these people which, to be honest, was the only thing you had left in the ashes of your "legacy". Guess what? I did the same thing. So now you look to find another safety blanket in the warm embrace of the man whose asshole you've thoroughly prolapsed, because you have to have that dominance factor. You're a real messed up guy, Rob.

Now here we are again, full circle, you telling me how shitty I am and me doing enough to get a title shot against you, but you still not really knowing the truth.

Shit, I didn't know the truth for a long time.

But during my time off I was able to reflect. I was able to see my true intentions, my true issues, and my true flaws. I realized that I never gave a shit about you, Robert. My break down, my slow and agonizing descent into madness, it had nothing to do with Robert Main. I realized while I was away that I had my priorities all skewed. You see I only cared about that Universal Title. I thought for sure when Soldier left you laying in a puddle of your own drool that I'd still have a burning, deep seeded hatred for you. I don't. I don't care about you at all.

You hate me a lot more than I hate you.

Why?

Because I just won't go away. I won't give in. I am the demon that just won't die. I don't give you that element of control you so desperately want. But that is not the only thing I realized.

I did a deep look into myself and I realized that my obsession with the title has held me back from the one thing that stands truer than all else.

I am the best this fed has to offer.

Number 1, numero uno, but I didn't have my mind in the right place. I was so concerned with proving myself and getting back to where I was, ducking and dodging your feeble attempts to hold me down and your boyfriends in the back stacking the deck night in and night out to keep me away from you, that I lost sight of the real me.

I am the best in the world at what I do.

Now I have hit the reset button. I have come back to earth, I have found the real Chris. I care more about causing chaos and disruption than I do about being handed a Universal Title shot. A few months ago I declared war on the XWF. You probably didn't see it because of your self-absorption but Robert, I have more time now to cause Chaos than ever before. I am reborn, and you have the pressure of carrying an opponent who isn't on your level just you can validate yourself in the eyes of others by holding onto a title and being considered a somebody.

You have fallen from grace, you aren't what you once were. You went from the great "Omega" to the a pompous, arrogant, ignorant, nihilistic head case that most of the roster doesn't care if you live or die.

Welcome to my level Robert. It's been lonely down here. Cake and punch will be served, Hanari is bringing a pinata, and foremost....I am, without a shadow of a doubt, more inside your head than ever before."


The elevator was slower than he would have liked. Hanari crossed his arms, looking at his expensive designer watch as he waited. At least when he invited Chris over it was to a giant mansion with a lush landscape and numerous windows.....

This was a goddamn basement.

The red numbers were faded in the display above the old rickety doors, and the lights along the top would flicker more than occasionally.

How far underground was he going?

Hanari pulled his celluar phone out of his pocket. He had no service. Great, just fucking great.

Finally the elevator lurched to a stop, there was a ding, and the doors squealed open--almost as if they were in pain.

The room was dark, dingy, and a dirt floor led from the doors of the elevator into a deep black abyss.

He had come this far, and he thought to himself that if the doors closed with him still inside, he may not be able to get out at all. He took a deep breath and walked out, his designer shoes instantly picking up the particals of dust and dirt that lined the floor.

This was something out of a horror movie, and he expected to be jumped and killed at any moment. There were sounds of rats chewing on wires, but he could not see them. Something scuffled by about ten feet in front. Where the hell was this place?

After a few more steps, he pulled a cigar out of his suit coat pocket, along with a torch lighter. If he was gonna be stuck down here, he may as well enjoy himself.

Just as his thumb clicked the spool of the lighter and the vicinity in front of him lit up, he gasped and stepped back. He and Chris Chaos were nose to nose. He hadn't even seen him approach.

"Jesus hombre....a hello would have sufficed. Where the hell are we?"

"This is my level, Hanari. Welcome to the depths of hell."

"You can't tell me that Jenny stays down here too, chico?"

"Oh no, she is too busy living that posh life. She has that new talk show now. This is my world and if you're going to be a part of Chaotic Inc, you better get used to it."

"I never signed up for that."

"You didn't have to. We are in this together whether you wanna be or not. War Games is coming up, we have a tag title match, and you and I have been in the Main Event a lot recently. You're a cold, calculated killer inside that ring. You're just like me."

"Ese, I am nothing like you."

"........that is why you're a perfect fit."

Hanari grins, lit cigar in his mouth.

"So what is the plan?"

"I thought you'd never ask...."

Chris puts a hand around Hanari's shoulder and the two walk off into darkness.