Thursday, September 15, 2016
8:09 PM
The 4 Seasons Hotel, Cleveland Ohio
Room 420

Chris was in a rage. His dress shirt was rippling from his chest muscles as he came towards Bruce. He grabbed the old man by his dress shirt, ripping it up at the top, and pinned him against the wall.

"ONE JOB BRUCE. I GAVE YOU ONE FUCKING JOB!"

Bruce was mumbling, trying to explain himself.

"I told you to the ONLY reason I keep your old ass around is to dig your claws into the establishment here and use your resources to get me the matches I deserve! YOU DIDN'T GET ME SCULLY, DIDN'T GET ME GHOST TANK, DIDN'T GET ME UNKNOWN SOLDIER, HELL YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET ME REVEREND FUCKING WATERS! Do you know what you got me, Bruce?"

His voice was an eerie calm now, scary calm.

"You got me some punk rock bimbo who thinks she is a fucking video game character!" He throws Bruce across the room, and the old man smashes into the desk and mini bar before hitting the floor, coughing.

"You didn't even get me a rematch with Dillinger! You truely are worthless, fucking worthless!"

Bruce, between coughs, could only manage to say "well...Chris.....th-th--think of itt assss an off week. Light work."

"That isn't the point, Bruce!" he was sitting on the edge of the king sized bed now, running his hands through his hair. "You don't get it. I am sick of facing all the jobbers this company has to offer. You assured me that win or lose all I can go is up from the Dillinger match! Now what am I doing? Facing some blue haired Tomb Raider wanna be with an ego bigger than her name warrants and tits bigger than her brain!"

Bruce was supporting himself on the desk, trying to pick himself up. Chris's former boxer coach and now manager was truly at his mercy. Even if he wanted to leave, he would have to go through a very pissed off Chris Chaos.

"Now, I have to torture a helpless, innocent little girl. I have to pick her apart in the ring. I have to make her suffer. And it is your fault, Bruce. Her blood is on your hands......."

He took a big breath, and ran his hands through his perfect mane again.

"I need a drink. Bruce....do something right for gods sake, and call my limo driver."

"What happened to your truck?"

"I am Chris Chaos, Bruce. The future XWF Universal Champion. I said order my damn limo!" He slammed his hand so hard on the nightstand that the room phone came off the hook.

Bruce pulled his cellphone out. "Your ego gonna bite you one day....." he muttered under his breath.

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Cleveland was such a shithole. I mean, the downtown was okay, but only okay. When the best thing someone can say about your city is that it is okay, it fucking sucks.

The Hummer stretch rolled through the streets of downtown, near the The Quicken Loans Arena, formely known as The Gund until the corporate blood-suckers got their greasy hands on the naming rights. They still had their Cleveland Cavaliers banners up, celebrating their recent NBA Championship win. What a disgrace, Chris thought to himself. You don't win shit for 52 years, 52 goddamn years, then you act like the sky came down when you finally do? If anything, this city should be breathing a sigh of relief that they don't suck, at least until next season begins. This city should feel lucky, blessed.......what a fucking disgrace of a sports city they are. The Indians, The Browns, The Cavs....shit, could you get a more pitiful excuse for "professional"?

Chris popped the top off the champagne. He was going to celebrate Saturday Night. He was going to critically injure another human being. He was going to mutilate a vagina somewhere outside of the bedroom. He was going to embarrass someone worse than CM Punk got embarrassed. He was going to, most likely, kill someone.

...and for some reason that made him feel good.

.............was he that sick? Yes he was.

And he liked it.

No....he loved it.

The limo stopped outside a popular club. Chris thought back to North Vegas, and the last time he was in a bar. Tonight would not be like that. Tonight he was dressed up, he would compose himself. Tonight he would be the superstar he truly is.

The VIP line was long, but the general admission line even longer. Chris got out of his limo and walked immediately to th front door. If Bruce was even half way competant he would already have a spot reserved. Chris Chaos didn't wait in lines, it was simple. He walked right up to the big juice head bouncer running the VIP line.

"Chris Jackson" he said, "Or Chris Chaos, whichever one you have on there."The bouncer looked at his clipboard. Chris thought to himself, what kind of high end club buys clipboards for bouncers? Shouldn't this stuff be on smart phones?

"Okay, Mr. Jackson. I see you have a VIP booth reserved and two bottled of Ciroc." Chris looked back at Bruce with a dagger stare and mouthed the words "you're lucky" before turning back to the big man in front of him, who moved the roped off area aside for Chris to enter.

Taking two steps forward, he stoped and turned. "Hold on big man". He looked over at the line, loaded with hot girls who were all looking at him. "Her, her and her" he said, pointing at the three he deemed worthy. "They are with me". The girls faces lit up like a supernova. All three had bodies of goddesses and beautiful faces. Two blondes and a brunette. All were wearing short skirts barely covering their lady parts.

The 4 of them walked in, Bruce trailing behind.

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Once inside, the girls sat on the big leather couch. The blonde was tall, a little white skirt and bright pink underwear. The two brunettes were about 5'5 and 5'6 and each with black dress. One had blue panties on and the other, white. These girls wore the most visible color underwear they could....they were looking to get fucked.

....But Chris wasn't looking to get fucked. He was looking for something else. "Dig in ladies, but save some for me."

He watched their bodies move, the ripples in their legs, the way their chests curved up and down. He watched their stomachs contort and relax. He was observing their every move in great detail. These girls were in for the surprise of their young lives. What Chris had planned he guaranteed his entire pay check that they had never experienced before.

Chris watched they intently. He couldn't help it. He had popped a little bit of a chubby, but NOT because of the girls but b because of what he had planned to do. What he planned to do to Luna on Saturday night.

*Fast Forward 4 hours*

The Bar was emptying, and Chris was ushering the young women to his limo. They were having a rather, well, odd discussion. "It is crazy" the blonde said "that guys can be so big and strong but one little flick to the nuts and they cry like little girls". Chris smiled at her. "Have you ever been cunt punted?"

The girl looked taken aback at first, but shook her head no.

"It is the same for you, I assure you"

"I bet not....theres nothing there. The nuts are sensitive, hehehehehe"

"Yes, yes they are," Chris said, letting her into the limo. "Soon we shall see."

*90 minutes later*

All three girls hung from their wrists, gagged and bound hands.

"Offfffaaaauuggaawdd" could be heard as one of the brunette's doubled over, straining her bonds. Only a barely audible groan could be heard through the washclough in her mouth. 4 Seasons, only the best.

Chris enjoyed how it felt. It felt so much different than slamming his fist into the six packed stomach of a male opponent in the wrestling business. It was so soft, so feminine, so...vulnerable. It was smooth. He drove a knee up, causing the girl to groan out again, some pee dribbling from under her skirt. He admired the girl, petting her now sweat drenched head. "You like it....I know you like it" he smiled a sick grin before driving the knee up again. Again and Again. He let the panting girl rest as he walked over to the nightstand, where he had a surgical scapulae handy. He walked up to the girl, ran it across the quivering girls face, and cut the top of her dress, exposing her now damp bra. Just as he was about to plunge it into one of her fake tits someone grabbed his wrist. It was Bruce.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!!"

"Practicing" he said calmly, unwavering.

"Are you fucking insane? If you kill this girl you will never be in a wrestling ring again! You will be in fucking prison!"

"I wasn't going to kill her....I was just explaining to her what our little friend Luna is in for tomorrow night."

Bruce walked over and took the makeshift gag out of the quivering girl's mouth.

"You had fun, right?" Chris smirked at her.

"I have never been so turned on in my life" she gasped. "Fuck me".

"Bruce, untie the other two....we are going to celebrate early this evening......get the champagne....."

"Condoms?"

"No......no condoms........this is a celebration, remember?"

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"Luna......Luna Luna Luna. You should ave kept your little mouth shut. Bad move, sweet cheeks. Now I am going to have to close it for you. And to think, I was going to go a easy on you....pssht. That is all out the window now. Now, after the barely coherant hurling of insults you decided to fling at me, I am going to take pleasure in hurting you. I am going to take the utmost joy in disassembling your body, limb by limb. I want to take you apart and put you back together the way I think you should look like a real life Ms. Potatoe Head. I think that will be fun. A real life Humpty Dumpty. I havent been this excited about something in a very long time."

"A few of the things you said in your rambling nonsense I pulled out and remembered. One of them is this little gem......."

Quote:I think I'm going to bash your skull in with my beautiful hammer. She's a tad bit thirsty as fuck for your blood and I'm going to give it to her. I might even drink some myself. There is no better feeling than bathing in the blood of your enemies. One of the best feelings in the world.

"Heh Heh....so optimistic. Such vile and insatiable blood lust. I enjoy your fighting spirit and I will enjoy breaking that spirit even more. I, too, love to spill the blood of enemies. Hell I even like to spill the blood of friends. I just love blood. And you are correct, young lady, there is no better feeling in the world. How about I take that little pretty hammer of yours and I shove it long side into your pretty little cunt and rip out your uterus? How about I take that hammer and break every single finger and toe then go to work on each tooth. Who will stop me? Odin? I don't even know who the fuck Odin is. He or she could get it too. I am a monster. I destroy people.....and those with big ego's....well.....it's simple.

I equalize them.

Prepare my pretty young foe.....

Prepare to be equalized."