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Chris Chaos · (07-13-2020)

hell.

Go to hell.

Hell no.

Hell yeah.

Aww hell.

What the hell?

Hell if I know.

Welcome To Hell.

We use the word hell in daily life, but do we really understand it? What it is like living in hell?

What is it like going through everyday when you didn't want to wake up to begin with? What is it like when the only thing you truly loved in this world was taken from you because of jealousy, pettiness and downright evil?

What is it like when the one thing in this world that made you smile becomes the one thing on this earth that makes you want to die?

4th wall? Fuck a 4th wall. This is reality. Chris Chaos is reality. Forget the expensive clothing and fancy sunglasses. Forget the blonde locks and the well placed tattoos. Forget the Florida beach condo and the assortment of cars.

This is reality.

One being, stripped of its dignity, its pride, its very soul, being circled by predators. One entity lying down on the eternal sleep while the world goes on around it. They will eat its innards, strip it down to the bone fragments, and leave the rest to rot. There is no way out of this circle. The permiter is surrounded. This is how it has felt for four years. FOUR YEARS.

All because this entity refused to play the game.

Refused to bow down. Refused to be bought out. This being, lying in the center, refused to play by the rules.

Yes, there are rules. And there are rulers.. We're all indentured servants to the masters behind the curtain, chained by the ones who set the rules of the same while the camera's are off.

That feeling of hopelessness. That empty and cold feeling that leaves even the hardest human's quivering.

But why can't the roles be reversed? Why can't the Matrix go through a quantum shift, and why can't the hunters become the hunted?

Because there are no hunters. They are scavengers. They pick the bones of the carcass and drink the blood. They strike when there is no possible way of defending yourself. That's how they like to play. That's the "rules".

That is the XWF in a nutshell.

But they're little nutshell is beginning to crack. Their sense of control is beginning to grow weary. They are starting to lose that control.

They hate it.

Despise it, frankly.

XWF is a dictatorship, don't let them fool you. But all the best dictatorships......well, they meet their bloody end. But what happens when they end? Another one takes over.

This is the age of Chaos. The age of disorder. The age of hell.

There is no more asking, no more begging, no more on-your-knees-screaming-to-the-sky and yelling "WHY?!"

Only taking.

Taking back the one thing they can't take away.

Leap of Faith? That is only a battle in the throes of war. Warfare, inside of that cell, is only a battle within the throes of war. Stepping stones. A game that is growing rapidly and involving more people than it needs to.

Something deeper is going on here, something sinister.

OPEN YOUR EYES

They are very, very good at brainwashing. They have most of the roster in their pocket, and they have an revolving door of new talent that is looking to get a piece. They don't "need" anyone, or so they say.

Good.

Because this war is bigger than a piece of gold glued onto a leather strap. This war is about more than whether or not the XWF is viewed as one of the top companies in the wrestling world. This war is about honor, dignity, and getting back what is rightfully yours.

Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

That goes two ways, doesn't it?

If only they knew the pain they've caused. If only they knew the anguish, despair, and hatred. If only they knew what it meant to reap what they've sewn.

They will. Oh yes, they will.

It would have been easy to just go away. It would have been easy to leave all the pain behind, to wash hands of it and pretend it never existed. But that is all it would be....pretend.

This is a revolution. This is an uprising. This is a coo.

Michael McBride, he isn't worthy of the air he breathes, and they know this. They are throwing him to the wolves, putting him in the most dangerous match in wrestling history. They are putting him in the ring with the most dangerous man in wrestling history. A man with nothing left. A man who has been stripped of everything and left to rebuild his city from the charred and tattered remains. A man who doesn't care if he lives or dies, as long as he takes them with him.

Michael McBride is going to learn the hard way that the superiors never even gave him a passing glance. He will be broken down and repackaged, branded to be what they want him to be.

But first, he needs to know how it feels to bleed.

Oh yes, there will be blood. And for the umpteenth time, it will be on their hands.

Hellhole

Hellscape

Hellfire

Hellions

HELL in a CELL

How does he want to be remembered?

End Narration

"You're right, I didn't expect you to want a match with me. I didn't think you'd wanna go through a beating like I gave you last time again. I didn't think you'd want to call me out, but I guess I have a lot to learn about you. I have plenty of time to learn while we are locked in that cell. Plenty of time to teach you exactly who it is that I am. It is time to learn what being in the ring with a legend feels like. I know you aren't familiar with that word. What is going on here is bigger than you can ever imagine. What is going on here is Chaos versus the establishment. You just happen to be caught in the cross-hairs. Sure, you called me out, but do you really think that this match would have been granted if management didn't see the possibility of me being injured before Leap of Faith? Do you think they would have granted a standard match against me? Not a chance. That's boring, Mikey. The ONLY reason you got this match is because it is inside Hell in a Cell, and its a chance to get me at least a little softened up for their circle jerk buddy Robert Main. They are hoping I do something crazy, I jump off the top of the cage, or I miss a spear and run head first into the steps. They are hoping I hurt myself because nobody believes that you have any chance of doing damage.

But I am not going to get hurt by mistake. I am not going to get hurt at all. I am going to systematically destroy you, piece by piece, until all that's left is bone fragments and hair. I'm going to take my time with you. I am going to take all the rest of the air time if need be. I mean, does anyone really want to see Mastermind get his dick kicked back into his body in yet another title match? I've seen porn-stars choke less than that guy, and they're getting paid to gag.

You are an alsoran on this roster. Sure, your name has been around for a while, and sure, you have some accolades (not many), but right now in July of 2020, you're a nothing. A part time filler talent who is only booked when they need to get one of their stars over.

Why would Theo ever want to get Chris Chaos over? Well, its simple. It makes him money. Having Chaos at the Pay Per View makes the buy rate that much bigger. Look at Lethal Lottery, when I made my return as the Mystery Competitor and won the contender-ship match for the Hart Title. The encore presentation buy rate was bigger than the live one, once they found out it was me. Has anyone ever bought anything to see you? Hell, people don't even watch you on free TV. The fact I am in this match is doing YOU a favor. Be thankful.

Theo has been trying to use me in his little game for years. Forming backstage alliances and stacking the deck against me whenever he can because, lets face it, he doesn't like me. And that's real. He tolerates me, but he doesn't like me. Good. I never asked for him to like me, but I also never asked for him to make it damn near impossible to accomplish my dreams. I never thought he would make things personal, but the circumstances of my hiatus....well, lets just say things got pretty damn personal around here for a while. A hostile work environment is the understatement of the century. And Peter? Your friend and little tag buddy. Vinnie Lane isn't even joking around any more. He is downright mean. The things he says to Peter, the situations he puts him in. Would you like coming to work every day knowing that the owner of the company will do absolutely anything to get a laugh at your expense? Vinnie has been horrible to Peter and Peter has just bent over and taken it. Well, not anymore. I gave Peter purpose again, I helped him stand up for himself, I helped him be a man again. He is going to big things with me. But. you're his "friend", where were you? Where were you when all of this workplace abuse was going on with your "friend"? Nowhere in sight. So, I messed with your friends? No, I messed with people who you assumed were your friends but really don't give a shit about you one way or another.

This match is going to culminate your career. A whole lotta hope and a whole lotta failure. You've been here longer than me you have nothing to show for it but campfire stories. The good ol' days. You have quite the mouth for someone who can't back it up. Quite the confidence for someone whose resume matches that of a Barney Green. I know you're a tough son a bitch, but toughness only gets you so far. Grit and determination only get you so far. You have all the toughness you want McBride, but what you lack is skill. You aren't cut out to be on an elite level here. Funny thing is, I think you know this.

So what I am going to do, McBride, is make sure that Theo's little plan is foiled again. I am going to beat you pillar to post, I am going to hurt you badly, and I am going to make you realize that you've got nothing left. Broken down, beaten up, and left with only your memories of a world that has long sense passed you by. What baffles me is that you seem to think you have a shot. What baffles me is that you seem to think you've got a snowballs chance in hell. What baffles me is that you think that you will walk out of Warfare.

You said they are going to have to stop you from killing me? Who? Whose going to have to stop you? We are locked inside a mile and a half of steel you moron. Do you really think anyone is going to lift the cage to come help? The door will be locked, and whatever happens in that cage, stays in that cage. It's like Vegas. I don't mind the sentiment, but its simply not true. One thing that I do have reservations about is the statement that came right before it.

I'm going to make you suffer and I'm going to make sure you feel the rage you've put me in.

The rage within you? Within YOU? You stinking pile of pantywaste, do you even know what rage is? An Irish temper and pure, unadulterated rage, are two completely different things. I am the one with the rage issue. I am the one who had the only thing in this world that I truly care about taken from me, stripped away, ripped from my grasp........

I was personally attacked, in my private life, and they made sure my professional life spiraled down the drain. They went over the line to try to get rid of me. They crossed a line that you just don't cross. They tried to not just get me out of their hair here, they tried to ruin the one good thing going on in my life. So RAGE, you want to talk rage? You have no idea what rage is. You have no idea what pain truly is. Every time I step into that ring, I am looking to destroy. I am looking to break anyone in front of me down to a molecular level. I am looking to bring everything inside of me out, and inflict upon the XWF the same degradation and debauchery that they inflicted onto me. You are not an opponent on Wednesday Night, McBride, you're a victim. Another body to add to the pile. I have a sneaking suspicion that you're going to truly find out what it means to lose everything.

Welcome, McBride, to hell. And his name is Chaos.

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