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**Vincent Lane** · (08-09-2016)

August 8th, 2016
8pm
Unknown Location

The loud pings of rain hitting a tin roof echo in the background as the camera comes into focus on an abandoned warehouse. The sound slowly starts to fade away as the camera zooms into what appears to be a small office that is run down. Cobwebs infest the corners, dust covers a desk where a redheaded figure sits with his feet propped up on the desk. He flips a lock of his red hair out of his face and looks into the camera with an eerie smile on his face.

Chaos: Hello my dear Shade. I must say, I’m really disappointed that my first match is against a member of the new “Blackest Hole” … whatever the hell that is. I really could give two shits that we have a match but I already know you have the backing of that douchebag of a manager Shane

, and the other two tools of your little “alliance.” Whatever, I’ll still bust your ass and show you the true meaning of pain once we step into the ring. At first, when I got here, I looked around all these people and all these little attitudes going around, but you really do stick out. A gun slinging reaper … what a fucking joke. The more I think about it, what better way to start my destruction of the XWF than knocking you off and starting to plow my way through the roster until I’m standing over each and every one of your corpses holding my hands up, covered in your blood. This federation is full of you half assed cunts that think that think they belong here and are entitled and have all these little butt buddy alliances because you don’t have the talent or skill to handle your own business. That and you have some little cunt running around riding you and pleasing you while you are in the locker room. What good does a fish smelling loose cunt like that help you do anyway? All she does is take up space and a waste of human flesh. She follows you around like a lost damn puppy, and honestly, she is probably do for a good old fashion cunt punch.

Chaos sits up and plants his feet on the ground and stands up and walks around some rubble on the ground and walks over to a broken mirror hanging on the wall. Chaos punches it and the remaining fragments fall to the ground covered in blood. He looks to his now lacerated fist and licks the blood that is now pouring out of his knuckles.

Chaos: I can’t stand that I have to stand here and wait my turn in line, I have to “work my way up” like the rest of you. God damn these ladders that I have to climb, these jobbers that I will have to face, because I know my place is among the gods of XWF and whenever these worthless shitheads that run everything around here realize that, the better off it will be for the rest of the nutsacks running around here. I’m so sick of listening to all these little shits running around talking I’m the best, I’m going to beat you, blah blah blah. I ain’t got time for that shit, I just want to beat the fuck out of whoever stands in my way, and continue on down the line until there are no bodies left. And now there is this little fuckshow called “The Blackest Hole” with Shade and some other dicks who get belts put on their waists because they give Shane

a blow job. What the fuck. So you go around and give handjobs and talking into the pink microphone and you get belts, but I come out here and willing to dismember and destroy everyone, and I have to work my way through the ranks, What the fuck. I mean look at this new cunt bucket named Reaver, he shows up and BAM here’s a god damn title for you. What a bunch of political bullshit. I’m going to do what I need to do and get done with this place so I can claim the top spot in XWF and then move on to my next rampage.

Chaos grabs some rag off the ground and wraps it around his hemorrhaging hand and starts walking out the door of the shambled office. He looks around the deteriorated warehouse and sees the remains of what appears to be an old abandoned basketball court. Chaos kicks around an old basketball and walks over to the remains of a basketball rim on the ground. He picks up the rim and holds it in his hand and begins to chuckle a little.

Chaos: A complete circle… a hole … “The Blackest Hole” … These little shits come around and start parading around like they own the god damn place. You look at the little black son of a bitch who wants to be a thug ass rapper, you look at this new cunt Reaver who is pretending to be some kind of god, and then you have Shade, some pretend ass jobber with guns… man I cannot wait to tear them a piece limb by limb until there is nothing left. Must be nice to have titles handed to you just because you blow the big honcho. Shave

, what an idiot … to manage some people who are that pathetic and really have no place in the XWF. You only manage the best you say … and yet here we are at the crossroads of one of your “best” getting ready to get their ass handed to them by me. I’d love to see you ringside for that Shane … I really would, because at the end of it all … this is going to be just a minor little thing for me to walk into that ring and destroy your little alliance one by one, bone by bone. I honestly am concerned that everyone and their brother is going to do what they can to interfere in my match because this is their “new stable” but man, I just want to fight and get on with it. I don’t need or want anyone to watch my back, I have always only depended on myself and my talents, and that is what I am going to do when I step into the ring with you Shade.

Chaos snaps the rim in half and throws it to the side. He walks out of what remains of the doorway and rain is pouring from the sky. Lightning dances across the sky as he looks around and watches as it starts striking the ground in the distance. Lightning strikes a nearby building and the current flows through and shocks Chaos and knocks him across the parking lot to the ground. He lays there motionless for several minutes. Suddenly Chaos sits up and his eyes are bloodshot. Tears of blood start running from the corner of his eyes. He begins to open his mouth and blood begins to pour from his mouth where he bit his tongue. He smiles at the taste of the blood again. Just then, another bolt of lightning flies from the sky and strikes Chaos right on the head. He lays there motionless as the camera fades to black.

What's next for Chaos? Will he survive?

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