Canada Real Galiana is a 16km-long, 75m-wide strip of economic and social misery. Believed to be Europe's largest shanty town, it is a mere 15-minute drive from Madrid city centre.

The 40-year-old settlement, home to 30,000 people, being completely devoid of any public services – no pavements, schools, sewage or drainage systems. Many of its residents are long-standing, legal immigrants from Portugal, Romania, Morocco or South America.

The van made its way down the single heavily rutted, mud-splattered track that runs through the Galiana, lurching past lines of flimsy tin or wooden shacks, broken only by the odd few bungalows behind walls so high they could withstand a siege. Aside from perhaps a hundred metres of poorly laid tarmac road – paid for by the residents – it is quickly back to a sea of mud, punctuated only by rubbish, scrawny chickens, wrecked cars and mounds of rubble.
 
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Chaos is everywhere.

It is unavoidable, it is within all of us. It is the nature of our being, without it we could not exist, could not thrive. Without chaos, both here and overseas, there would be no United States. Europe would be speaking German, the rest of the world Japanese, and the balance of order and establishment that we all know and love as the world of the 21st century would be a spiraling ball of non existent bullshit.

Chaos is essential.

Chris Jackson, known mostly by his stage name of Chris Chaos, and future XWF Universal Champion, sat on a park bench in Milwaukee, a newspaper opened in front of him. He was sipping on some coffee and reading a paper called The Independent. The headline "Fears of unrest in eastern Europe grow as Czech government collapses".

He grins as he sees this. He knows this article is going to invigorate him, thrill him, and make his day. It sounded so chaotic, so rebellious, so.....

Just from the headline? This was a good piece of journalism.

"The collapse of the Czech government sent shivers through financial markets in eastern Europe yesterday fanning fears about the growing political unrest that appears to be sweeping through the EU's eastern fringes.


Prime Minister Mirek Topolanek's government narrowly lost a vote of no-confidence on Tuesday night, four days after the Hungarian leader, Ferenc Gyuarcsany, threw in the towel and five weeks after the Latvian government fell under a barrage of public protests. Most of eastern Europe's main currencies lost value yesterday as Czechs pondered the impact of Mr Topolanek's defeat, while Romania turned to the IMF for a €20bn lifeline".

It was all coming together. Eastern Europe was losing hold on their societies, and Vinnie was losing hold on the XWF. Chaos was everywhere.

Look at Britain, the face of Europe, look at the riots going on there. Look how upside down they are, and why? Because the government tries to have a hold over the people and micro manage every aspect of their life. Thier economy is in the shitter, and the people are tired of it. Some of the best countries in Europe are in shambles, Britain, France, Spain......

Spain.....

Those words ran through Chris's head again. "Society does not devolve towards chaos; rather, it fights chaos and strives for order. I figure, however, this isn’t news for you, but is the reason you act like you do…you don’t like society, or what you believe it has offered to you."

He turned the page, to an article entitled "In Spain's heart, a slum to shame Europe". Oh, this is perfect, as soon as Gabe opens his mouth, which he tends to do far too often before doing his homework, this article pops up, completely debunking anything and everything he said.

The idea that society and chaos go hand in hand, that one needs the other to exist, is all too evident in this 1,000 word piece written by some of the best reporters on the planet.

As he read the words, the images ran through his head. Last time he had been to Spain he had visited the slum known as Canada Real Galiana. Even he had been appalled by what he had seen.

He remembered vididly---

The area is infamous for two things: rubbish – it is right next to the capital's biggest refuse incinerating site – and being Madrid's principal outdoor drugs supermarket. More than 4,000 refuse lorries belch and grind their way across the Galiana every day en route to the incinerators. And social workers estimate 90 per cent of Madrid's illegal drug supply is channelled through here. Actual dealing is overwhelmingly limited to a 1km-long open-air "shooting gallery" within the township. Even on a rain-soaked midweek morning, business looks brisk, with most buyers coming in vehicles. Scruffy-looking men in their twenties or thirties standing around braziers urgently wave down any passing cars. Few addicts actually get out: most can be seen, half-slumped in their seats, through steamed-up windows of the four dozen or so cars lined on either side of the track.

"This place reminds me of one of the most run-down slums in Guatemala I used to work in" says Chris, opening his eyes from his flashback. That is when the words written at the bottom of the article stood out to him, defined his entire purpose, his entire message, defined why Gabe is a fucking idiot.

The sentence said "People in the Galiana have fallen through one support network after another. They don't want to know about society any more, and society doesn't want to know about them." These people, living outside the boundries of conventional 'society', living basically without anyone knowing or caring that they even exist. And what happens? They make their way, but their society runs smooth. People who can't afford both food and heat,therefore having to choose between one or the other, their lifestyle is laid back. What makes society? Chaos.
Entropy, no. Society needs chaos to flourish.

Example 1a came later midway through the article.

::In March this year, Madrid's regional government announced the Galiana had lost its status as a drovers' trail, with the land now belonging to three different municipalities. A deadline of 2013 has been set to resolve the Galiana's future.

Not surprisingly, its citizens are keen to leave. "We're desperate to get out but there's nowhere to go," says Adelito, an unemployed Portuguese man. He claims he owes €3m in fines to the local authorities for his illegal Galiana shack. But so far, the only "solutions" the Galiana residents have seen are bright yellow diggers from a local company that enter the township with increasing frequency to demolish their shacks, and fines of up to €600,000 apiece for living in illegal dwellings. "The post doesn't reach here," a citizen of the Galiana  points out wryly, "but the fines do."

Once their homes are knocked down, there is no resettlement scheme, just a maximum of three nights' lodging in an emergency centre. After that, they are out on the street. As Amnesty International warns, by 2013, it is a fate that could await all 30,000 residents::.

He sets the paper down, finishing his coffee, and grins ear to ear.

What do you think will happen then, Gabe? When all of these people--who know no other life other than one of crime and drugs--are unleashed into the general public because the government, the establishment, the men like you want to keep "order" in society. I'll tell you what will happen, there will be mass chaos. There will be looting, killing, riots, fires.....society will be turned on its ear. These people don't know how to abide by the rules of everyday society. But people like you, who want to establish order, who want to control people, you just throw gasoline on the flames of the chaotic fire. Governments create chaos. Rules create chaos. The natural order of the world is survival, a world without micro management and constitutions.

He continued reading.

::Not surprisingly, its citizens are keen to leave. "We're desperate to get out but there's nowhere to go," says Adelito, an unemployed Portuguese man. He claims he owes €3m in fines to the local authorities for his illegal Galiana shack. But so far, the only "solutions" the Galiana residents have seen are bright yellow diggers from a local company that enter the township with increasing frequency to demolish their shacks, and fines of up to €600,000 apiece for living in illegal dwellings. "The post doesn't reach here," Ms Camacho points out wryly, "but the fines do."

Once their homes are knocked down, there is no resettlement scheme, just a maximum of three nights' lodging in an emergency centre. After that, they are out on the street. As Amnesty International warns, by 2013, it is a fate that could await all 30,000 residents.

For now, should any evicted families return to the township, their first stop is the demolition company's warehouse – the Galiana's equivalent of Poundland, where anything that fell into the skips during the eviction can be bought back by its former owners. Then families invariably either rebuild another shanty – often more precarious and even more of a health risk. Or in some cases, according to Ms Camacho, they just dig out a hole in the rubble of where their first residence stood and make do with that.

"We get no help and then they do this," says Lucilia, a Portuguese woman now facing a €22,000 fine for building a second shack – made almost entirely out of cheap plywood doors – after her first was knocked down. "We didn't have anywhere else to live, so we saw everybody else had built a shack here, even if they were just made out of cardboard, and so did we. Now the authorities say we don't want shacks. That's fine. But they have to provide a solution. All they're doing is throwing us out in the street as if we were stray dogs."::

He set the paper down. It was always the people with the least money, the gypsies and the foreigners who get the eviction notices first. And people wonder why there is revolution and rioting, why order really never can be restored.
It is people like Gabe Reno that are fucking this planet up.

He gets up, polishes off his coffee, and walks away...leaving the paper sitting on the park bench, blowing slightly in the November breeze.

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The lights in his locker room were off, other than a faint red illunation coming from the exit sign outside the door and the faint glimmer from his phone on the charger. His head was down, his blonde mop falling in wet locks around his head. He began to talk softly, mimmicking the speech he made in the ring a few weeks before, before he blew his top.

"Gabe Reno, my overly nice tag partner, I have to be honest with you."

Clearing his throat.

"Reno, you seem to think that this world will still spin on its axis without the existence of chaos. It is against the natural order, Gabe, and you know this. Me, entropy? No, no no no see I create an atmosphere that is needed for this company to survive. I put asses in seats, and once they are in the seats I keep them there. Reno, let me ask you. When watching the news, what gets and keeps your attention? Is it news of a new school opening? Is it news of local charities or organizations hosting cookouts? No, it is death and destruction. It is that same school having a shooting or that cookout being bombed. It is the natural way of life, it is what people like, what they crave, what drives them to actually give a shit. You need to learn Gabe that its not that I don't like the order as its imposed, I don't like that fact THAT ITS imposed. There is a difference. I have no problem with order, as long as it creates itself."

He takes a sip of the Evian water bottle next to him, and begins his nearly in audible rant again.

"Gabe you are so concerned with keeping order on the roster, and setting examples. I am not okay with Team America, World Police. Do you know why so many nations despise us, Gabe? Do you know why so many of your brothers are killed? Because we have it in our head that it is our destiny to control everyone else, and never focus on ourselves. You are so concerned with making sure everyone else does their job on this roster and establishing a new world, that you don't see yourself slowly rotting away. After Saturday, you will see this. I promise you."

He shoots his head up, looking deeply into the camera.


"Why is it that some of the neighborhoods in our bigger cities look like third world countries? Why is it that once someone falls through the cracks here, they never seem to be able to find their way back? Why is it that people in this nation have to suffer because of decisions made by an individual who TELLS you hes better than you, but never really proves it? RENO, this is the XWF nation and this nation is a fading republic, falling to shit, and you are just like the ones who try to defend it--a moot point.



“I am usually fairly reserved, I don’t usually let people into my past. Not a lot of people understand the chaos as a whole. They only know what I do in the ring. So I decided to lay it all out there. I don’t need a fancy setting, I don’t need to add fluff. I don’t need to move into a neighborhood or play ball in a park or whatever the hell you did. Honestly, I fast forwarded through that stuff. Nobody wants to hear that stuff. What I really want to address is your comments in the last promo, your third, and easily your worst.

You said something that really resonated with me. Something that has stuck with me. Something that made me want to address it.

Quote:I know a thing or two about chaos. What it's like to be in the ring, giving your guts for glory and your long term future for a W right now. Career length is short, so you have to make the most of it. You have to sweat, cry, and BLEED for this business because it will not feel sorry for you. It will not give you more chances than what you earn. Every match matters. every moment bigger than the last, and every ounce of mayhem a tribute and notch on your belt IF you win. My philosophy is simple... don't do it for nothing. Don't endure the punishment and strain that matches of this caliber take on you and pull deep out of you for a LOSS.

Sure, that is a big quote. A large soundbite. But, you stupid fuck, that isn’t chaos. That is what you are supposed to do. That is like those people who say ‘I take care of my kids’. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GIVE YOUR ALL EVERY MATCH. If you don’t, you shouldn’t be here. But don’t you dare tell me about blood, sweat and tears. Don’t you dare tell me about EARNING victories. I have EARNED every thing I have gotten since I have been here. You, you came in and won ONE match of substance and think you are worthy of a shot as the most prestigious title this business has to offer. Where do you get off? I don’t want, need, or give a fuck about the ‘chances’ you are going to give me. I make my own rules. I do what I want, when I want, to who I want. That is simply fact. I don’t need to show off like some fucking stud when all I am is a quivering bitch on the inside that is scared and needs to puff my chest out.

Punishment? Do you even know what punishment is you little ingrate? Let me tell you what punishment is. Punishment is when you can’t get up, not because you can’t but because you don’t want to. You don’t want to feel another hit, another kick, another ounce of pain. Punishment is when you begin doubting yourself because he pain you are feeling. When all you want is your mother. Punishment is when your face is grated against a steel cage, your ankle smashed between the ring steps, getting every finger broken. Punishment is when your body isn’t just broke, but your soul is crushed. When you have no more will to live anymore. That is punishment. Have you ever done that before Gabe? I don’t think you have the nuts.

In fact, I know you don’t. I refuse to sit here and be lectured about what to do in a ring by someone greener than the color green. You don’t even deserve to breath my air much less give me wrestling advice. I have forgotten more shit than you have ever learned. And that, too, is fact.

Quote: YOU MAKE A DANGEROUS ASSUMPTION... that I am like everyone else you have come across... that I cannot handle a little punishment. But you're wrong. When my head starts to sway, when I see my DNA hit the mat in a crimson smear of brutal acquiescence, I smile

I hope you smile as wide as the grand canyon, Gabe. Because the more you get up the more I beat you down. You see, I know EXACTLY who you are. My question is do you know who I AM? You claim to. But I think you severely underestimate me. I think you think I am just some guy who comes in and fucks shit up but you don’t know how dangerous I really am. I maim people in that ring. Ask Ginger. Ask Hart. Ask Muddy Waters. I am pure destruction. You think I am a ‘rising’ star. No. I am a super fucking nova. I am the entire universe. You all live within MY world.

You will have me when you are down and out? Well obviously you over evaluate yourself. You see, Gabe….you won’t be conscious at that time. If Vinnie signs this match, I will end your career before it even begins. Why? Because I want to. Why? Because I can. Why? Because it will give me great pleasure. You see, I like to cause pain. I like to hurt. And the fucked up thing is I like to bleed. I like to be hurt. Pain is weakness leaving the body. All the pain I feel, I get stronger with each one. You get weaker.

 HE NEEDS NEW BLOOD, A NEW NARRATIVE, A NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION.

I couldn’t agree more. You see, there needs to be a shake up here. There needs to be a set of fresh legs in the game. And maybe Vinnie did pit us together for that reason. But I doubt it. Vinnie put us in this match because he is bitch made and didn’t want to get punked out on TV. He is ‘sicking you on me’ like a dog being told to attack an aggressor. I am that aggressor and you are nothing but a dog. You see, when Vinnie is done needing you he will abandon you and you will wind up on the side of the road or in a pound, cold and alone. He needs you now, but that won’t last. You don’t see you are being used? You are dumber than I thought you were. You are nothing but a pawn in Vinnie’s chess game. If anything, he is sicking ME on YOU. He is testing YOU. If you can beat me Reno then maybe you will be something after all. The truth is that you can’t, Vinnie knows you can’t, and even I think YOU know you can’t. It bothers you doesn’t it? It kills you inside. It eats you alive like a voracious carnivore. You might not know it now but you will soon. You will.

Quote:I’m not trying to be scary... I am talking pure fear. When you look into human beings eyes and see nothing. When you know that unpredictable isn’t someone coming around a corner surprising you… no, it’s much more. The unseen is more fright and despair than the seen. Fear isn’t in action, it’s in inaction; the lack of something… not the production of it to stir the pot.

You might not be trying to be scary, but I am. I have seen that look in eyes before. I have seen that look in my own.

I am not afraid of you. Nor will I ever be. One of us isn’t going to walk out of this match. I look forward to you pushing my buttons. I do. I look forward to you pushing me to my absolute limit. I want a good match, Gabe. I want you to kick my ass…..but in the end I will survive. I always do.

YOU ARE NO GREAT VIOLENCE THAT DIDN'T EXIST BEFORE.

That is where you are wrong. I am a whole new level of violence that hasn’t been seen before. I am capable of ungodly violence. I am capable of things even Steven King would shudder at. I make Guantanamo Bay look like a bouncy house. You need to learn not to stick your nose in business that doesn’t pertain to you and writing checks with your mouth that your ass can’t cash. You are all buddy buddy right now but I promise you when Wednesday rolls around you will have a different view of me. I spoke casually with you because it was entertaining. It was entertaining to me to see you try and fail to be a normal human being. I got a jolly old laugh. And I will laugh even more when I take you down a few pegs on Savage. The last few weeks the show has gone off the air with ME as the highlight, and nothing will change this week. Tell those people in Canada Real Galiana that chaos doesn’t exist, that it doesn’t communities. You will learn that in a few short hours.

I’ll see you in the ring, Gabe.

No more talk.

No more back and forth.

Only violence, pain and destruction.

You and me. Two men walk in. One man walks out.

And that man WILL be me.

………...little Chris Chaos from Florida….

It WILL be me.

XWF RECORD: 11-2-2 AND FUTURE XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION