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Chris Chaos · (06-20-2020)

The static cuts to the masked figure sitting in the dark room, an eerie music playing in the background. He tilts his head ever so slightly.

"For those of you who think that what happened to Theo Pryce on Wednesday Night was a random act of violence.....it wasn't. It was a calculated attack against perhaps the most oppressive regime that professional wrestling has ever seen. It was a message to the masses.....they are tough, but not untouchable. To kill a snake, you cut off its head. But this snake can re-grow its appendages and it WILL re-grow....I know this.

So I'll cut it off again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I'll do it as many times as I have to. Why does everyone continue to look at me as the bad guy? I am trying to help you all. Just look at this match......

The Wizard, Liam Roberts, Wrestler 82. Opening match against a bunch of alsorans, all because I raised a little hell and used some unfavorable words.

Sticks and stones.

A man who lives in a Dungeons and Dragons fantasy world and is obsessed with the XWF's C student, Mastermind, and has nothing to show for his time here but a stupid cloak. He has pretty sweet super powers, or so he claims.

Liam Roberts, the unpopular goth kid who got his wedgie unstuck long enough to opt into Savage. A kid with no direction, no motivation, and a fragile self image. An upstart that lacks guidance and discipline, and has a glass chin.

Wrestler 82....the young gun with the Interstate Sign for a name and a gangsta image that just feels out of place for his soft inner core.

What is my point here? Well, I have two of them. One, I have done more for this company than any of these three men will do in the next 5 years, I am a former Universal Champion, I have held every belt this company offers....and this is the match you put me in? It goes to show you the games they play.

But I expected it. My main point is for the three of you in this match. I suggest you listen up.

They don't care about you. You're expendable, disposable, and biodegradable. You're here now, gone tomorrow, like a fart in the wind. They will play with your career like marionettes, as pawns in their little game. Your moves have to be to their liking, or they will bury you. The XWF dictatorship at its finest. Your feet are already one foot out the door, guys. Do you not see the game?

This is a slap in the face to all four of us. They are 'punishing' me by putting me in a match against three men whose paychecks aren't even enough to buy me a beer on the road, and hoping at the same time that I tear the three of your apart at the seams and leave you laying in the ring, oozing your innards.

Oh what a terrible game it is.

My name, my legacy, reduced to rubble by beating up the three stooges while the stooges end up in a hospital emergency room, and the stock of the XWF talent pool rises a few points. They don't want you here, but they don't want me here even more. I am a minion to do their dirty deeds all because I have a contract that keeps the lights on in my beach condo.

So let me ask you all the same question that I asked Peter Gilmour.

How do you want to be remembered?

Do you all want your careers to end at Madison Square Garden? Or do you want Saturday Night, June 27th, to be your great awakening? I am the voice of the voiceless. I am Exhibit A, Experient 1, Patient 0. I am their deadly weapon, set forth to cleanse the XWF of the nobodies whose matches keep the popcorn vendors in business.

But you don't have to be nobodies. You don't have to be the XWF's puddle of rotting afterbirth. You don't have to be the dumpster....you can be the garbage man.

Oh yes.....the three of you have options, sure, but any fool living in his momma's basement can tell you that there is always strength in numbers. Do you want to create your own destiny, write your own ending? Or do you want to be wheeled away on a gurney out of Madison Square Garden, tears in your eyes, wondering if you will ever walk again much less wrestle?

Don't let your pride get in the way. Don't make the same mistake I did when I was in your shoes. I was the same way.....the young no-name with everything to prove and the world in my palm. They threw everything they could at me. Difference is, I rose above it. They have hated me for it ever since.

When I lost that Universal Title, I wasn't pinned 1-2-3 by the better opponent. I was pinned by a man I have beaten every other time I faced him. A man I put out of wrestling for good. A man they hated just a little more than me.

Not because he was a threat, but because he was an asshole.

That aside, go back and watch that match. Vinnie Lane made his way into that cage. Vinnie Lane hit me with a steel chair, then claimed he was trying to help me and it was an accident. That is what they do. They will smile their pearly whites in your eye, then drive the dagger deeper into the tissue of your back until it pokes through your chest. I was the best Universal Champion they had ever had. I was untouchable......nobody on that roster could have beaten me. Believe me, they tried. But I did things my own way. That is a no-no in their book. I wasn't the conformist, corporate champion they wanted. I wouldn't play their game so they got bored of it. They wanted to put the belt on a man they could mess with, a man they could throw all their weight at, and a man whose life they could make hell.

Ever since that day, in that cage, I have been chasing that Uni title like a dog chasing a car. Time after time, interference after interference, stipulation after stipulation, it has just eluded my grasp. They protect their champion, because he plays their game. As soon as he doesn't, they cast him out, like a leper.

Why do you think Warstein has a match against Chris Page? Because Warstein had the balls to challenge the established order, whereas lapdog Page is willing to do whatever his sell out master Main tells him to do.

There are levels to this shit, fellas, and you're not even past the intro video. Peter, he smartened up. He saw the light. They've been dicking him down harder than a drunk slut at a frat party for YEARS, and I provided him the voice he needed. I provided him the opportunity to say NO MORE. Peter had a super dick already, I gave gim his super balls.

Where do you all fit in?

Well, I can give you a purpose. I can give you a reason to keep coming to work. I can provide you with the insurance that Vinnie is too cheap to pay for, and I can be the reason that any of you matter.

I can also be the asteroid that jump starts your extinction.

So Liam, no more swirlies by the mean kids in the bathroom. 82, no more going home to momma, disappointed as you eat your Kraft Mac-n-Cheese and watch cartoons in her living room. Wizard, no more hiding behind the allure of every nerds wet dream.

BE SOMETHING.

The chains are beginning to dig into your wrists already, and you're being led to the gallows. Sheep on your way to slaughter. The needle is ready, the chair is charged. Once you step foot in that big white room its all she wrote.

I can be your savior or your executioner, but the choice is yours. Break the chains. Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order.........

Or be just another notch on the belt.

The truth will set you free.

How do you want to be remembered?

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