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Chris Chaos · (02-18-2017)

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FACT: A 12 year old boy who saw his own father murdered by a family friend, avenged the death of his father by killing the alleged murderer in an attack he had planned for 12 years. He cut him into 12 pieces, one for every year he had to wait.

This was in India. The boy's name was Alam Khan. With a smile on his face, the accused, 24-year-old Alam, told reporters outside Mughapura police station that he waited for 12 years to "realize his dream and was happy about it".

Cops recovered murder weapons — a knife, hammer, saw and a waist belt, which he used in chopping the body into 12 parts.

Khan told reporters he called the victim to his house and made him drink liquor. "Afterwards, I played music on full volume as I killed him with a knife and then cut his body into 12 pieces. We then packed the body parts into polybags and disposed them in the river," he said.

This is a fact. It is proven. It happened. The world is not a nice place. The XWF is not a nice place. Micheal Graves killed a piece of Chris when he put his greasy hands on his title at Lethal Lottery. Sure, it hasn't been 12 years but Chris has been plotting his revenge on Graves for some time now. He planned to eviscerate this man and cut his career into pieces.......Graves would never be the same again.....

There are things in life that are facts. Things that can't change. Some things happen that lead to other things, sometimes horrific things, and those things sometimes change the entire dynamic of history.

FACT: In 1894, a priest saved a 4 year old boy from drowning. The boy was named Adolf Hitler.

FACT: France was still executing people by guillotine when Star Wars: A New Hope hit theaters.

FACT: A Strawberry is NOT a berry, yet a Banana IS a berry.

FACT: Every year in June a bizarre festival takes place in the village of Castrillo de Murcia near Burgos in Spain during which men dress up like the devil and then jump over babies born in the previous twelve months of the year! Known as El Colacho, this strange custom is part of the country-wide Corpus Christi celebrations yet only happens in this small village.

FACT: The word ‘oxymoron’ is itself an oxymoron. This is because it derives from Ancient Greek where ‘oxy’ means ‘sharp’ and ‘moros’ means ‘stupid’.

FACT: The term ‘deadline’ comes from the American Civil War. Prisoners would have lines drawn around them in the dirt, and if they crossed this line then they would be executed by their guards. Both prisoners and guards soon took to calling this line the ‘dead line’.

Sometimes facts don't pertain to you, but it is how you react to them that makes you who you are. Some may call you oversensitive, some may use words like 'oversensitive' and 'gay'. But some people are stuck in their beliefs, some people are so deeply entrenched in what is right they don't stop to think what is "real".

FACT: Chris Chaos will roll into Savage as the Universal Champion and will beat Micheal Graves in an Iron Man Match.

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Andy Smith was a good person, or at least he thought he was. Andy thought he was just a normal guy. Ever since getting back from the peace corps, he was doing his best to make an impact on the Tampa area and the homeless and less fortunate around the city---and the entire state of Florida for that matter. This was just a normal day for Andy, or so he thought. He was coming home late from the office, doing the good work of the state. His Toyota Prius rolled up to a Dunkin Donuts off Dale Mabry around 930 PM. He turned the key and the engine cut with a "hhhooo" sound that electric based cars are known for. The door opened into the warm bay air and he stepped out, his Teva Sandal touching the gray cement below him. Andy was as frugal as could be, but decided tonight he would get an iced coffee because he didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel.

Walking in, the girl behind the counter--who had a long day and was not prepared to hear Andy's left win bullshit right now--was cleaning and disposing of the untouched donuts and bagels. Andy stood at the counter watching her, before he decided to say something.

The girl was taking the metal barred shelves off the holders and dumping any remaining conents into a big garbage can. She paid Andy no mind, until he spoke up.

"Excuse me, miss".

She snapped up, looking at him. Putting the shelf back, she walked over to the register. "Yes. sir, how can I help you?"

"Well, first, you can tell me why you are throwing all those perfectly good food items away."

The girl looked at him like he had two heads. This was just standard precedure for her. This is what she did every night and didn't think anything of it. She just did what she was told.

"Er umm....uh....it is just what we are supposed to do. We throw out any unused products and make new ones fresh every day."

Everything in Andy wanted to let this go, to get his coffee and go home. He had computer work anyway. But something in him was bubbling up, and he decided that he had to. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't. He had just gotten back from a horror show in the Middle East and Africa. This would be his first moral victory since returning.

"You realize that there starving children all over the world. One day old isn't going to hurt anyone, and there are ways to preserve them. It is so wasteful that this country throws out perfectly good products when in other places in the world kids are eating their own feces to get the nutrients out of it ."

The girl tried to hold back rolling her eyes. She didn't need this right now. She wanted to clean and go home. She had a date with her boyfriend tonight.

She sighed. "Sir, it isn't my decision, it is Dunkin Donuts corporate."

Before she finished the sentence, Andy shot back. "I know, but it is wrong. It is so wasteful. It is just a shame. Seeing the things I have seen, it is a shame."

"So, are you ordering anything, sir?" She tried to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand. She was there alone, and this guy clearly seemed crazy.

"Well, I am not sure if I can purchase from a corporation that is so blatantly ignorant to one of the worlds biggest social issues....it is bad enough our government ignores it."

"Sir, if you have an issue with standard principles of the company you can call Dunkin Corporate. I have nothing to do with it. I have bills to pay, and I do what they tell me. So, are you ordering a coffee or not?"

Andy Smith drove home thinking about his encounter with the girl at Dunkin Donuts. He thought about how no matter what he thought was right, there was nothing he could do. Facts were facts.

As he walked into his apartment he thought to himself about a lot of things. He paid $141 a month for cable. That was just what Brighthouse Networks charged for his package. He paid $1250 a month for rent. Again, that was a flat rate that everyone in his complex paid. It was just a fact. If you want nice things in this world, you need to pay for them.

As he got into his apartment, he took his sandals off and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Sitting on the couch he opened his laptop. "Meoooww". His cat, Mittens, was black with white paws. It looked like he was wearing Mittens. It was cute. He was a rescue cat from the shelter. Mittens was always in Andy's business but that was fine. He loved Mittens. But today, today was different. He was thinking about so many things.

As he stroked Mittens behind the ear, and he purred, he asked under his breath "what if you weren't a cat? What if you could be any animal you want? What if you could be a tiger or a lion?"

The cat looked at him with loving eyes and purred. He was a cat, that was a fact. He could never be anything else. A cat is a cat is a cat.

Andy was in a tailspin. His entire career, he could help to change things. He could make a difference. He could completely switch someone's life from terrible to somewhat decent. What Andy was slowly learning was that these people he were helping....were screwed either way. His happiness that he brought them, was only temporary. It killed him inside. The world was so black and white. Why?

Why did things have to be one way? Why couldn't he help everyone and make everyone's life better?

He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. Mittens purred. Facts were facts.

Andy turned on XWF TV, and he saw the promo for the new Savage. Main Event, Chris Chaos vs Micheal Graves.

Then it hit him. There was one thing in the world that could not and would not change.

Chris Chaos was the face of the company, the Universal Champion and the best in the world at what he does.

It all hit him at once, came screaming into his mind with reckless abandon.

CHRIS CHAOS WOULD BEAT MICHEAL GRAVES AT THE NEW SAVAGE

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"Graves, you got a big favor from management. You agreed that you would face me at Savage and if, major if, you won then and ONLY then would you get a Universal Title shot. Paul Heyman took it upon himself to make this a title match, one you have not earned by the way, on the first edition of Savage since the re-branding. As much as I do not agree with this decision, the new GM of SAVAGE isn't backing down on his stance. So, a Universal Title Match it is. BUT, you see, here is the funny part. I am in a whole different zone when this title is on the line. I go to a place that even I don't like being. I am a different man. I am truly savage, an animal, I cannot be controlled or contained. I become a monster. It is similar to your demon "Gehenna", except my dark side doesn't completely suck dick. You are a joke, Graves, face it. You are nothing more than mediocre. There is a place for everyone in this world, and my place is at the top. Where yours is, that remains to be seen, but it can only be one place, and that is below me. I mean, demon or not, when is the last time you won a match that mattered? Every week I go out there and perform, but I watch the show from the dressing room as I am taping up. Every single week I see you come out, when you do actually decide to show up, with your little pet Cadryn, and every single time losing. I was close to writing you off before you opened your mouth and called me out. Honestly, I was shocked when you did because I figured you were just another wash out. So when I made the stipulations for this match at first, I figured that would be the last of you. When I left you laying in the ring after that chair shot, I thought that was the last of you. No, then you interfere in my Lethal Lottery match and put your grubby little mitts all over the most prestigious title in the business. That was ballsy. I was quite frankly shocked that your fingers were out of Cadryn's anal cavity for long enough to touch my belt, but it is a moot point now. It has been washed and disinfected. Now, your ass will be used for another purpose....getting kicked from one side of California to the other by me.

Yes Graves, you are damn right I am going to talk about record. But not wins or losses. I am going to talk about your pathetic work ethic. I am going to talk about how I am out here EVERY SINGLE NIGHT and fighting my ass off. I have been pushed to the limit time and time again. But here is the difference. I WIN. And do you want a cookie for challenging people above you? Do you want some sort of award, or pat on the back? Yeah, you challenged them....but you LOST. So does the fact that you even challenged them matter anymore? No, no it doesn't.

So, while I had some free time, I did a little homework. I did a little film study. You have lost so much recently that I lost count, so I decided to get the official tally. I went back and dug through hours of DVR programming and XWF Network results, and your inability to produce even a semi-decent match is even more abundant than I thought. I gave you far too much credit. Lets take a look at it, shall we?

We begin our journey into your small-dickness begins with your little beef with "The Franchise" version of your name. Not all that long ago, I know, but this is a what have you done for me lately business. I could give a shit less how good you were before your little sabbatical or how many years you gave to this company or to this business. I could talk until I am blue in the face about my accomplishments in Phoenix Wrestling or even before that in the independent promotions up in Jacksonville, Florida, but everyone will tell me the same thing. It is a now business. Your old accomplishments do not matter. This is a completely new company with a completely new image and a completely new Champion! I am the best Universal Champion, both inside and outside the ring, that this company has ever seen. So all of the champions you have been here for, none of them stack up to me. So, I didn't bother to dig further than Wild Card Weekend, because the "Old You" doesn't matter to anyone. Especially me.

So, where was I? Oh yes, you beat "The Franchise" to keep your name in your triumphant return to action. Yippee. Have you won a match since? It was hard to find, honestly, because not only do you never win but you never compete. It took me forever, and a lot of fast forwarding, to find a match you were actually in! So lets go to Wild Card Weekend, and every card since then. The first show afterwards is a good place to start.

December 18th. You were not on the card. You were nowhere to be seen. What did I do? I finally buried Dolly Waters and put an end to that chapter just a few short nights after the battle of the century inside a mile and a half of steel.

Christmas Eve, the 24th, I took a much deserved night off to split Jenny Myst in half and give her a holiday pearl necklace, if you know what I mean. Where were you? Oh yeah, didn't opt in again.

New Years Eve. What did I do? I beat Drezdin and Nami in a handicapped match. Now, that was light work, sure, but where were you? Not on the card YET AGAIN. So that is 2 matches and 2 wins since the Pay Per View. That is three no shows for you.

January 4th. What did I do? I teamed with Trax, one of the top competitors in this company one of my opponents in the chamber, and took on Bourbon and Cobra. That was a win. Even though Trax pinned that backpage whore........you were not on the card. Again. Noticing a trend here?

January 7th. THREE DAYS LATER. I am on the card, AGAIN, and defeated Snow, making her Jenny's personal servant for 30 days.

January 14th. I fought in a brutal street fight in my home city and defeated Robert McBride in a match that almost killed both of us. Where were you? Probably somewhere with a dick up your ass.

January 18th. The Cruise Ship show in Anartica. FINALLY we have a Micheal Graves appearance. It is a damn miracle. I was in a match that turned into a front deck brawl. Did I win? No. Did I lose? No. I was pushed off the hull into a frigid puddle known as the Artic Ocean. What did you do? You LOST to Thaddeus Duke in an X-Treme rules match. Your first card in a month and you lose. Impressive. Gag.

So, then what happened?

January 21st. The deck gets stacked against me YET again. I mean, my first match as champ against Dolly, a street fight, a cruise ship brawl and now a moving ring with some lunatic firing shots at me. But I didn't complain. I took it with my chin up, competed and WON. I pinned Cage 1....2....3. What did you do? Nothing. Not even listed. Cadryn showed up, and lost. But no sign of Mr. Graves.

January 28th. You took on Robbie Bourbon. I took a well deserved night off to sit home and watch you fail yet again. This was after Vinnie told me it is hard to book me on Savage because it is difficult to find competition for me. You gave a valiant effort, Graves, but you came up short as usual. You may look at is as a non contest, but you didn't win, so therefore you lost. If I lost the cruise ship brawl after not getting pinned, as you so vigorously pointed out, then you lost this. Face it. Face facts.

The train keeps rolling.

February now. The 1st. What did I do? I came out and defended my title against veteran ass kicker Peter Gilmour! You were booked against Killjoy. Who? You "forgot you were booked". You haven't fought more than two matches since December and mysteriously you "forgot you were booked." Walking from Texas to Portland. What a bland and lame excuse that is. Pathetic.

Then, you have the unmitigated gall to call me out and challenge me to a match? Well, I told you I would be at Savage to see you in person. You called me out, for some reason, and I told you I would be there. I am, if nothing else, a man of my word. I was there . Hey! Look! You won a match! Congrats! Random and X Vega. Solid, solid competition there, Graves. Then, I did what I said I was going to do and I cracked you over your pathetic skull with a steel chair.

Need I mention Lethal Lottery? You got teamed with Doctor D'Ville, who needs chiropractic evaluation after carrying you for an entire match. You probably think you are main event status now, huh? The ONLY reason your match even matters is because you are teamed with Doc. He is a legend and a veteran and the toughest competitor I have ever been a ring with. I had the chips stacked there, too, Graves, but I survived. I beat Doc. So, in all honestly, who is left? You? Pssht. You may be in the Main Event with me but by NO MEANS do you deserve this match. But you have it, don't you? Just remember Savage and what I did to you so easily, in the snap of a finger. BOOM!

Micheal Graves Said Said:"“You took one look at me, and you wrote me off! You took me for some over the hill asshole that was going to shy away from the young lion because he feared the teeth."

That is where you are oh so wrong. I liked what you brought to the table. I liked your move set, your drive and your passion. I liked how hungry you were. You had decent size, looked like you put in work in the gym. No, Graves, I didn't write you off after one look. I wrote you off when I saw you fight once every month and a half, a majority of which you lost. I wrote you off when you "forgot" you had a match. I wrote you off when you gave me reason to. You mentioned my record.....you left quite a few of those out. I have 22 wins in 28 matches. Have you even had 28 matches?

Micheal Graves said Said:So Chris, are you beginning to come to terms with how big of a mistake you made? Can you feel that title slipping away from you?

No, Micheal. I have never been more clear about something in my life. To be the best you have to beat the best, right? Well, to remain the best you have to win the matches you are supposed to win. If Gabe Reno hadn't set me up, I would have beaten Robert Main as well. You came out and tried to throw me off my game..........it didn't work. I am more focused than ever, more hungry. I am cocky, sure, but I have a reason to be. You are hungry, sure, why wouldn't you be? This is your crowning achievement, you said it yourself. This is the key to your legacy? Good. I look forward to making your legacy one of pain and turmoil. Your legacy laying on your back looking up at the lights as Dope hits and I stand over you holding MY Universal Title. Your legacy will be built Graves.......it will be built as the man who was gutsy enough to challenge me.....and fail. To come up just short........your legacy will be known as "almost" good enough.

I don't care about your brother, your history, your friends........I care about you and me. I don't care about you bouncing around the Indies.....I don't care about Texas. I don't care about TWCCW. I care about now. I care about today. I care about what you have done recently. You want to talk about legacies?!

Micheal Graves said: Said:Of course, I didn't win that battle royal, but I did well enough that I was immediately met with a contract offer to join the XWF roster after the match was over

THAT is your legacy Graves........you will ALWAYS be "ALMOST" good enough. ALWAYS be second place....ALWAYS be a level below. You didn't win, you can't win, and you won't win. Those are FACTS.

Me blasting you with that chair was the last time we met face to face. Now we are here. The last anyone saw of you on Savage Television, you were laid out cold with the true face of this company standing over you. Remember that as you step into this ring. So what do you bring to the table in this new era? A new look? Less demons? No more face paint? You are still the same scrub we have seen, or haven't seen, in the past few months. Don't let a fancy new set, a new logo, which has ME featured in it by the way, and a new authority figure make your head too big for the pathetic body it sits on. The entire locker room laughs at you, Graves. We sit there and we laugh. You have become a running joke. The ONLY reason Paul Heyman made this match is to put more pressure on me. It isn't because he has faith in you. It isn't because he thinks you are worth more than a 10 dollar corner whore, it is because he wants to screw over ME. He wants to add more enemies to my list. He wants to add another stress to ME. And then Colton makes it an Iron Man Match? Then I have to win by AT LEAST two falls? This reeks of conspiracy. But that is fine. I have risen to the occasion every.single.time. Do you think this scares me? Do you think I am nervous? If you do you had better think again.

I have come out every night and battled. I haven't defended the title due to booking. It is not my fault that management had their heads in their asses. I have fought when I didn't have to. I have showed up every night and opted into almost every card. I have scars on my body that will not go away. You have fresh legs. And suddenly everyone thinks that matters? I am going to roll into Carson, California as the Universal Champion and roll out the exact same way. Facts are facts. There are just some things you cannot change in this world. You aren't on my level, as much as you tell yourself you are. Those are facts. But you don't like to look at facts, do you Graves? You are riding high right now because you pushed Thaddeus and Bourbon to the limit. Well, let me be the one to inform you, since nobody else will, neither of them are on my level either. Hate to break it to you. Oh wait, no I don't.

So, look at the match. I mean, your scrub ass has a chance to make history in one of the biggest and most anticipated matches in XWF history. It is not every day that an Iron Man match comes along. Now, to win I need to win by two falls. Fair? No. But life isn’t always fair. Facts are facts. You may have felt like you have fallen on hard times. You may have felt like no matter what you did you couldn't get over the hump. You may have felt, at one point, that you were worthless. These are all valid ways to feel with a resume like yours, Graves. I would too if I sucked as bad as you do. You see this is just another match for me, just another title defense, and just another chip stacking. For you, this is your Super Bowl. Your World Series. Your crowning achievement. It is also your grand finale. You will come up short, just like you always do. Like you did against Thaddeus, like you did against Bourbon. Then, maybe, just maybe, you will realize that the upper echelon talent just isn't for you and you will continue to wallow in the ranks of X Vega and Random. Maybe then you will realize your skill level. When I beat you to within an inch of your life, and you are laying on that EMT stretcher, your body racked with pain and your mouth tasting the results of your internal bleeding----maybe THEN you will realize. I sure hope. I am done with you after this. I will dispatch you like all the rest and go about my day. There is no such thing as faith, no such thing as hope. All there is are facts. You and me are not equal, but I can Equalize you. I can do it over and over and over and over too. Nobody will stop me from killing you in that ring, Graves. Nobody wants you here. I have an entire locker room hoping I put you on the shelf like I did to Ginger, to Promo Sins, to Jervis. They hope I rip you limb from limb. They need a champion like me, and they know it. They need a new face to carry them into the new era. A man who doesn't even know if he is a human or a demon, that is not the man. A man who relies on a sidekick with weaker forearms than a ten year old boy, that is not the face. It is a new era of violence, and their face is a heel. Facts are facts.

I already know what garbage is going to spew out of your mouth. You moved on, I lost. But do you think I really give more than a fuck about Lethal Lottery? What do I have to win? Nothing. My strap wasn't involved. As far as I see it.....it just adds to my competition list. Whoever wins can cash in on this title. AND not only that......but Gabe Reno fucked up, AGAIN! Reno's uncoordinated ass wrapped a steel chair over my head and cost us the match. I did not lose that match by myself. In fact, I had it won. But that is in the past....now, I have a massive title defense against you and I am coming guns blazing, you better believe that.

There is not a damn thing you can do about what will happen in that ring, Graves. They made it an Iron Man match, hoping you can outlast me. And a two-fall win scenario for me hoping you will get lucky, but like faith and hope, luck simply doesn't exist. Not for you, not for anyone. It is like Yoda said in Empire......"Try Not. Do Or Do Not. There Is No Try". So try all you wish, but the odds are not in your favor. I am the best in the world at what I do. You aren't even the best in the world at being average. You're average at being average. That is just how shitty you truly are.

Yes, you are goddamn right I underestimate you. Why wouldn't I? You are a nothing, a pee on, a nobody. When I said I wanted better competition this is not what I meant. You're scrappy, I'll give you that. But scrappy only gets you so far. Scrappy is only good in bar fights, Graves.

You see, with me, and the way I look at it. It is mind over matter. My body will give up far before my mind does. In an Iron Match match, you are testing wills. It is who wants it more. It is a battle of who is hungrier. You may think that because I am champion now that I am not hungry still? If anything I am hungrier than ever before. My appetite is insatiable. It is ravenous. My drive is bigger than it has ever been before. This is a bad time to be you. Then again, when isn't it? So when I beat you down and put you in your place, you will see just how tough it is being below a wrestling god. I have 60 minutes to decimate you. I have 60 minutes to eviscerate you. I have 60 minutes to make you wish you were never born. This is going to be the longest hour of your life, Graves. Why? Because I have opted into every card for the most part. I have been in the ring, I have honed my skills. You have barely fought enough to even call yourself a wrestler. Graves, whatever is in there, human parts or demon parts, I am going to reach down inside your body and I am going to rip out your soul. I am going to leave you not only with nothing else to fight for, but also nothing else to live for. You won't want to even hear the word wrestling when I am finished with you. You signed up for this, Mikey. You just signed your own death warrant. Get ready for 60 minutes of hell. THAT IS A FACT."

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XWF RECORD: 22-4-2
XWF Universal Champion 1x (Current)

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