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>A cruise ship. In the vast sea that covers a majority of this Earth. Filled with the greatest wrestling talent known to man. For a card that sends bigger chills down viewer spines than the arctic chill surrounding it. What a concept. Near a continent said to be basically uninhabitable... Vinnie Lane has pulled out all the stops to make this ship a vessel of violence. The XWF brand. The main event, the three hottest stars to come out of XWF since Doc and Soldier named their lovechild Doctor Satan. From one end of the spectrum all the way to the other, Gabe Reno has taken us on a journey revealing the pursuit of the Nixon Stone in an attempt to defile the very reputation of a "Sort-OF" Television Champion. He went through hell after a heist to gather the whereabouts of the stone; made of half-man half-lizard just as PATROL claims to be, at its very origin. Reno has overcome a plot to hide the stone from his grasp to discover the true culprits, then steal it away just in time for his match at Warfare. He gave up a glimpse into the impotence of Nixon through a virtual commercial commemorating the very lack of performance that Thomas seems to boast about so often. Yawn. Then, showing us the Chaos illusion and why the same old tricks will fail to complicate this match like one before it between the two goliath's. Finally, on his yacht of clothing allergic models, Gabe sailed the open ocean chaos to pillage and plunder the only chance Chaos had left of convincing anyone he was still the top dog. Universally, the attacks were precise. Ultimately, the end result will be effected not by who wants it most, but by who has the thunder to walk out better than the others in this open-water bloodbath. But the paradox remains the same. From the time spent trying to consume three competitors giving all their mite... to the storied pages of what will surely be one hell of an edition of XWF: The Magazine. The question remains. Will Chris Chaos pull another garden bunny out of his magic hat? Will Thomas Nixon finally realize the depth of the water he is standing in, and learn to swim amongst the storm? Can Gabe Reno overcome a virtual downslide of losses to get back on track like when he burst onto the green scene single-handedly defeating 19 other men for a Championship at Shove-It? Wednesday will answer those and more burning garden related questions. When Chaos loses, do the elements of control vanish to makes natural sad? Will the clouds moan? Will the wind withdraw? Will the lightning cry? Can the difference in this match be about more than a Nixon Stone... and involve... an entire garden... of chaos? Will you be watching?<
☆ "INTHEGARDENOFCHAOS" ☆
The thunderous boom rolled across the inland valley; proclaiming the start of what the brooding dew layer had promised since dawn. Coiled up under some blankets, watching the last episode of "Narcos: Season 2", Reno sits in his bedroom. Oblivious to the forces approaching just beyond his windowsill. The boughs of the trees swaying in the strengthening force just outside the glass, surrendering their fall leaves without a fight. On the screen, the agents finally catch up with the famous head of the cartel... and kill him on a tile rooftop. Reno sighs, realizing that the long fight of such an icon, though wrong at times, is a tale of triumph in all he accomplished. Outside, the first drops of rain like bullets to the roof, Gabe finally notices and walks over to the window with his heated blanket in hand. Peeking through the closed blinds to the vegetable patch in his backyard garden being ravaged by heavy gusts. The will to go out and fix his garden overtakes his senses. His eyes notice that the sky is dark, and an eerie feeling has overcome the entire area around him. Yet the garden, is still his thought. Dense grey clouds block out the morning light, casting his sight into a premature twilight. On the far side of the yard, a jagged bolt of white hot lightening splits the chilly sky, and then it is gone. Reno looks on not believing his land has become the playground for chaos. The thunder is only a second behind, as maybe in blind ignorance, Gabe's unfettered grin widens, absent of the typical tense glance a moment like this might typically bring. Imagining his garden rebuilt and better than ever... a soft glisten overtakes him with joyous thought of what can be. A banging starts like someone is taking a sledge hammer to the ceiling. 'The Radical' cowers for an instant, then rises in the very face of the chaotic circumstances plaguing his house. That garden will be rebuilt. And it will be the talk of the town. Tomatoes! Avocados! Limes! AND AN ORANGE TREE! Time passes, causing a beam of weary light to make creeping shadows on the walls. Unfazed and planning, Gabe sits down at his desk in the corner of the room. The storm shakes the very foundation of the house... but his mind is occupied... with plans.
First, I will need to go to Home Depot, and talk to my guy, Mel. He will know what type of soils I will need for the different plants to make my Garden bright again. Second, I will select the very best trees or order them, if, ya know, the ones on display aren't as fresh as they used to be. Should I use transplants, so they grow in faster? Nothing looks worse than weedy paths and paving. Maybe Mel can hook it up with a wheeled stool or cushioned kneeler to save my back. Can't be wrestling all these crazy matches against crazy motherfuckers with a bad back. I will replant really weed-prone spots with sweet alyssum or Mexican fleabane to crowd out undesirables... it's going to be beautiful!
Meanwhile the sky became dark and low with ominous black spots as if the chaos would really pick up soon. Air now howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the dusky heavens. A crack lightning. Thunder. Animals trying to find hiding places before they are blown to oblivion. Piercing rain telling a story of revenge against the chaos, while still embracing its radical nature. Splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. As if falling from full buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the darkness; pounding the entire mansion as if demanding entrance. Whistling while he works... Gabe is unaffected by the blow by blow. His mind is made up. If he builds it, no amount of chaos can fault his endless idea's of a beautiful outcome.
A shrubbery! YEAH! Let me just draw one over here... and a few of those violet flower bushes that I saw in the XWF Magazine ad, next to Thomas Nixon's douche of the day award. Maybe I should consider adding a wooden or metal obelisk. To add height and interest to a border or the edge of a terrace or deck I can build right next to the pool! YES! But out of what? Bamboo isn’t for everyone, but it can provide useful screening and evergreen interest. I guess the type of wood isn't as important as how it looks. But it must be weather sealed to prevent the chaotic rain from soaking through and rotting the wood grain. Attractive colored canes, to brighten up the look next to the boring greenery would be ideal. It will appear infinitely if I remove the foliage from the bottom third of the canes and thin the canes out a bit, so there’s some air between them... hmm, this is going to be fantastic! Hedges in all sorts of mazes and shapes to walk through... and entire backyard filled with acres of garden glory! I can have faces on them, or animals... I could make HEDGE DOLPHINS TO DIVE INTO THE POOL! OH MY GOD! I CAN PUT A DINOSAUR IN FOR NIXON! I gotta draw this up!
The devastation outside reaches new heights, as a tree trunk flies by the side of the room. Unabashed, Gabe imagines what other fun friends he can introduce to his new and improved garden of Reno.
My two little gnome friends from the lake, that told me about the Nixon stone during our first match! Boy! Do I owe them a debt of gratitude. I wonder if they will come and be my garden gnomes at 'The Radical Residence'?! My garden will transform magically at night with the addition of some well-placed lighting. If wiring-in is too much, then hanging lanterns sited at intervals in or along the edge of the border and tea lights suspended from branches should be a good alternative, I think. There is also a wide selection of solar-powered lights available on the market that look great. But, which ones to choose? Hmm... damnit, I might need to hire a few experts. But after this match and the victory and success it brings, my book deal will be back one, and I will once again be king of the fucking mountain! Might need to hire some serious lawn guys after this. It’s an obvious one, but if neglected, an unruly lawn will bring the whole garden down. Lawn care and regular mowing will eventually suppress troublesome weeds. Or I could lose the lawn in favor of paving or gravel, or take the eco/wildlife-friendly option and deliberately leave it long to become a meadow with paths mown through it. Nah! Fuck that. I'll just hire some Mexi-Can's. Speaking of which, Isn't Chris Chaos supposed to be in my match? Where the hell has that guy been, he's about as reliable as Abraham Lincoln to make it to the last act. He comes in, and huffs, and puffs, and breaths, and sucks... then talks about how he can't be controlled. I think he may have more serious issues than we all care to realize. We can brush it off for now, but some day he is going to come into the locker room and try to blow his way back out.
The weather begins to clear just enough for the full amount of damage to take view. Gabe walks downstairs and delicately steps out the back sliding glass door. Tree's have been ripped from the dirt. A swing is tipped over into the pool. The statue of him holding the X-Treme title after Shove-It now lays face first between the legs of the statue of Megan Fox he had erected after Ninja Turtles won the Oscar of his heart. Completely ruined and looking far from repairable. Gabe smiles, and begins to jump up and down at the thought of his new adventure in gardening. Totally oblivious to the chaotic effects around him. Just then he remembered his childhood. He remembered why he wasn't scared of the storm.
I guess it takes more than a little chaos to get me down.
Gabe Reno had never been shy of a little rain. As a boy he had embraced the wet days, his brother would stare mournfully from the window, but Gabe would have on his rubber boots and rain slicker and out he'd go; splashing, jumping, drinking the drops in his mouth. So when the wind picked up on him walking, miles from home, he glanced up at the blackened cloud that dominated the sky above and felt a rush of excitement. After a few experimental drops the clouds unleashed a torrent of water, driven by a wind strong enough to push the gorse bushes flatter and scatter their golden petals like confetti. You see the chaotic things in life may be scary to some people. But to a Radical... it was beautiful. The way the colors on the flowers changed when they were dampened. The way the entire garden would look with a fresh drizzle to makes the greenery even more green. Chaos was never an agent of terror to Gabe. It was only a failed attempt to capture what no one ever could... his innocence.
To Be Continued...
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