"....At least we get to stay in Vegas, and not fly to some third world cess pool again" said the future Universal Champion Chris Chaos as he sat down at a poker table in the MGM Grand.

Bruce nodded, saying "yes, always a positive."

"And Drake Knight, he will get his. It was my mistake, as I misunderstood Frodo when he told me about he match. I was not expecting that monster to be in the ring. But he will get his. And Chaos? Heh, he has no idea what is coming. There is only ONE chaos in the XWF and it is ME"

Chris was wearing cargo shorts, brand new Nike running shoes, and a grey loose fitting tee, designer label. His hair was down. Hell, even Bruce looked good. The normal rags he usually wore were upgraded to dress shoes, Bananna Republic pants, and a Polo button up with the top two buttons unbuttoned to expose his tanned chest and gold chain with a boxing glove pendant.

"You know Bruce, I don't give you enough credit---" his sentence was cut off by a cocktail waitress. "Yea babe," he said, flipping her a chip, "Gin and Tonic. And whatever the old man wants". The waitress walked away and Chris went to begin his sentence again, before this time the dealer cut him off.

"Okay....table ready? We will begin."

Chris slid his white Oakley shades down over his eyes. A tradition of his.

The cards were dealt, here we go.

"How can I fuck these pricks out of a whole lot of money" Chris thought to himself, knowing the camera was watching every move. "It is me against the world, the chips are stacked, literally, just like Saturday night"....his thoughts drifted as he glanced over the flop.

When the deck is stacked, Chris excells. He prefers it, actually. He loves seeing ignorant pricks with egg on their face when they are proven wrong.

4 of diamonds, 3 of clubs, jack 0f hearts. Completely fucked flop. Welcome to Vegas.

He didn't have shit. 7-9 off suit. He matched the blind to stay in the hand, but really had no business going any further.

But he would, he always does. Quit wasn't a word in his vocabulary. However, intelligent was. There are ways to escape when the odds are stacked without giving up all together. This what what he relished in. He loved figuring this out. A few hours and many hands later, all of which he played, he was head to head with the man across from him. Chris didn't have a hand worth playing, but got a favorable flop.

"Don't do it, Chris." A voice whispered in his ear. It was Bruce. "He is the best player in this room. A high roller. He only bets if he has a hand. He threw in 10K, he has you smoked."

"Pssht" Chris shot back. He matched the amount. The man across from him looked shocked. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his cards.

The next card came, it didn't help Chris but it didn't hurt him either. He had a straight regardless, but a low straight and probably wouldn't be enough. The man across bet, Chris matched.

The river.

That was the card Chris wanted. A straight with the nuts, as they say in poker terms. He always thought that term sounded gay. He pushed in. The man hesitated. Chris had him.

The man put his hand on his chin, He scratched a bit. Chris took his glasses and put them up on his head. He stared directly into the mans eyes. He stared directly through his soul.

"Don't do it" Chris said, "I have you smoked. Save your losses."

He man scoffed. He hadn't lost a hand that he actually played since he could remember. He already had a good amount of Chris's money, but was about to give a lot of it back with a fail here.

"We don't have all night" Chris said, never taking his eye's off the man's eyes.

The man put his head down, sighed......shrugged his shoulder.

"I will allow you to walk away with your money, man. Just don't throw in, I have you dead to rights."

The man looked at his cards, looked at the table, looked back at his cards, then pushed them towards the dealer.

Fold.

Chris slid the chips he threw back out towards himself, smirking. Putting them away and standing up from th e table he said "I have a straight with the high card". The dealer began to say "HEY! NO TEL--" Chris had walked away, chuckling to himself. The man's face was crimson. Nobody made him look stupid in the MGM grand, he was a high roller for god sakes.

Chris's gaze was broken by a flock of paparazzi being pushed back by security and a little dime piece walking with a big body guard next to her through the lobby.

Chris didn't pay her any mind at first, but found himself doing a double take.

He grabbed Bruce's shoulder, squeezed. "Who....THE HELL...is that?!"

Bruce always hated when Chris asked him this stuff. Like he was a freaking encyclopedia. This time, however, he DID know.

"That, Chris, is Britney Caldwell."

Chris stopped walking. He stared right at Bruce. "Come again."

"You heard, and that's one of your opponents at Savage."

Chris's jaw dropped as she walked back with her perfect showing perfectly through her designer jeans.

"I don't care about the two butterchurn hocus pocus motherfuckers that are also in the match.....they are light work....but you are saying I have to fight.....fight....that? Her?!"

"Well," Bruce said, rubbing his chin, "you may not have to. I have an idea---"

He was cut off by the man from the table. He attack Chris, punching him in the back of the head and making him stumble forward. When he recovered himself he whipped around. The man was locked up with Bruce. Chris grabbed him by the back of the neck like a lion mother grabs her cub. He threw him into a vendor stand nearby a giftshop. Once down, Chris jumped on top and began to pummell him. Security came rushing. It took four or five to get Chris off the man. He threw one security guard into the wall. Just as more, including police came, the man began to get up. Chris shoved his way through the group of officers and hit the man square in the chin with the "Wrong Side of the Tracks" superkick. He was out cold, practically decapitated.

The officers began to pull Chris away. "WHOA WHOA WHOA, he attacked me first! He assaulted me! I was acosted! I am suing all of you!" A man in a suit came running over and spoke to the head officer privately....something about a camera, and "seeing it all."

The men let Chris go, and he fixed his shirt with a shrug. "You just saved all of your salaries" he said harshly. Walking away he put his arm around Bruce. "So this idea you were talking about?"

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Chris was finishing up his phone call with Britney, a slight erection in his pants from her hotel room offer.

"Fine. I will give you a shot. But the same goes to you. I am a very dangerous individual. I have no qualms with hurting people and hurting them badly.......one thing I will need though."

"Kandi is associated with Drake. I am going to hurt that boy, and hurt him bad. I am going to hurt her too if she gets in my way. I can't have you having any secret alliances with her if you are managing me. I need you to cut all ties. If you won't then I will do it for you"

......The call was hung up, and Chris grinned.

"Goddamn it, Bruce, I think I just locked this up. Maybe it is true, I always do get what I want."

"But she can help you too, Chris," said the old man, "she knows Kandi and Drake and she is obviously good at selling her 'skills'. You could do big things with her in your corner, man."

"The moment I saw her, I knew she was a star. I just hold she pulls her weight out there. I would hate to have to equalize her too."

Bruce just shook his head."Yeah man, and we wouldn't want that."

"All I want to do is win, and get out of the MGM with a little blood on my hands. Now, if you will excuse me....." Chris stands up, checking his LG v10 phone. He had a text message.

"I have some 'business' to take care of."

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The Palm Hotel
Room 469, Suite.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday, August 12, 1:30 AM

"Ted and Dave, the stoner boys from everyone's favorite sitcom. How adorable. This is what I get for my efforts? I am a goddamn former champion in the best wrestling federation on planet earth and THIS is what I have to deal with? I would think that someone in the back has a little more respect for me than that........but it is fine. You must earn your stripes, right? Walk through a river of shit before you can ever reach the ocean. I get it. But I think I have just made a business deal that will end up paying dividends...."*he signals to the cracked hotel room door behind him*

"You see, there are a lot of characters in XWF, a lot of interesting ass people. These two high school burnouts are just the next victims in line. I heard what they said, their stupid 'adventure' was on television behind me while Britney and I were.....you get the hint. I am a real, legit monster and I take this business as serious as a mother would take her firstborn. I don't have a gimmick. I don't have a niche. I just come out every week and do the only thing I know how to do, and that is destroy. I maim, I end and alter careers. I enjoy hurting people. It gives me a tingly feeling. I ENJOY creating chaos. You see, normally I would have started off with more of a bang...I would have went right for the highest champion and tried to run him down with my truck or light his dressing room on fire with him in it.....but I took it slow. I tried to ease in, get my bearings, and take out this company from bottom to top. You see, I was too overzealous in Phoenix Wrestling---I swung for the fences before the pitch even left the hand. I made dangerous enemies and the list piled up. Some of the top names ever in this business---Jinx, William Bateman, Aurora--you name it, I faced them. Hell, in PW little cum stains like Ted and Dave were fighting dark matches before the camera crews even set up. They couldn't hack it there---and when I am finished with this match they are going to be begging that other cum stain Thomas Girard for their termination papers. I am going to torture you two punks. I am going to throw your plaid flannel carcasses around the ring like a feral cat swinging a freshly caught squirrel. You may THINK you have a leg up because you are together....but hell I could wrestle this match with alligator clamps on my nuts and still dispose of you like yesterdays garbage bags."


"Now, with the hottest chick in the business in my corner--who I have heard isn't a terrible wrestler either--I can truly achieve what I want. She is a good negotiator, I found that out. She has a way with people. I am going to take out Chaos, and Drake night, and eventually Scully. I WILL hoist that belt over my head and celebrate with champaign and strippers. I WILL be the number 1 guy in this company within 1 year. I have no reason not to believe that wholeheartedly. Tedd and Dave are just single hairs on this leg of a journey---I will pluck them out and not think twice. You two thought you were soo cute....I mean, Chris Pratt? Come on. You can be a tinsy bit more creative than that, no? Maybe the TCH has truly rotted your brains. I would recommend taking a rather sizeable bong rip before you come to the ring fellas.....because it will be your last. Prepare......like you have never prepared before.......to be EQUALIZED"

He grins a sick grin before turning around and going back in the room. Before the door shuts you can see Britney laying on the bed in a skimpy negligee.