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Chris Chaos · (12-09-2020)

I typed in my username and password, opted for how much bitcoin I wanted to pay, and sat back as it loaded. God, the Tor browser was so slow! I cracked open my soda, my hand crinkled the bag of chips as I reached in for another.

I was about to witness something horrifying. I was about to PAY to witness something horrifying. http://qkj4drtgvpm7eecl.onion/– and that was all I had to go on.

The website was unimpressive, nothing more than a series of images and logos, with a small link in the center. When I clicked on it, the “Analog Browser” began to download onto her laptop, along with a Word document. I expected it to be secure, but damn was I impatient.

At this point, I was hit with a wave of emotion. Like none I had ever felt before. I was washed over with a wave of ice, frozen in my seat. There was a looming terror of what it could mean. I had only heard a couple things about Red Rooms before coming upon this.

I was going to be able to decide the fate of these people. I was going to be the one who decided what happened to them. The people that ruined my life, sent me spiraling into a nosedive of depression, booze and prescription medication......the people that made me want to end my life.

I got to potentially end theirs.

Years and years of therapy......for a "doctor" to tell me all the things that were wrong with me. For a "doctor" to tell me that I needed to be a different person than I was, that what happened to me was my fault.

BULLSHIT

I slammed my computer desk, yelling at nobody in particular. It was just me in my crappy apartment, lit only by the blue letters on the old microwave. 3:30.

I took another swig of my Mountain Dew. It had been weeks since I had cleaned, I just didn't have the heart. I was literally consumed with what happened to me. So much so that I had made a habit of chatting on the dark web, spilling my soul to strangers until I came across one who could "help" me. My face was lit only by the computer screen, as it had been night after night for the past---hell, I couldn't even remember.

"It's going to hurt you to watch this, but it will help you. Cleanse you." The person typed to me. Inoculator, he was listed as. So vague, so secretive. He told me he understood my plight--he told me that--and he was the first person in years to tell me--that it wasn't my fault.

Ever since that first time I was sent to a room like this, I had been hooked. I was enchanted, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I was literally, virtually (literally) glued.

The page began to load as I remembered the first time.

The way the boxcutter shined bright in the fluorescent lighting. The voice of the man in the mask, muffled but still more clear than I ever could have wanted it to be.

"These people before you, they are bad people. These people deserve everything they are going to get. They need to be rehabilitated, and you get to decide if they have learned their lesson. How far are you willing to go to teach them?"

I thought to myself that this was probably another fake internet video, a deep web art project, design to shock stupid teens stumbling across it at a sleepover. There was no way things like this exist.

There were a bunch of anonymous usernames in the bottom corner, chattering excitedly about the sheer horror they were about to witness. Every so often the [ADMIN] would pop in, asking for donations. The bitcoin racked up as these "people" salivated in anticipation.

I did not donate, I did not comment. Some of the chatters were getting suspicious of me, asking who I was, what I wanted to see, why I wasn't talking, if I was a fed.

A countdown clock came onto the screen as I pondered what to do.

23 minutes. That is all I had. That is as long as I had to wait. My fingers trembled a bit as I typed in a response, the only one I could logically think of.

[User41345]: I am here for the same thing as you.

That seemed to appease them at first, as some of their messages directed away from me and to the horrors they were going to see.

As the clock ticked, and my soda emptied, I decided I had to pee. I better go now, before the "show" begins. I still didn't take it seriously.

More messages my way. WHAT do I wanna see, WHAT brought me here, WHAT is my favorite way to kill an animal......

I relieved myself. I tried not to think about t. I was just going to go with the flow. I giggled as I thought that while peeing.

I finished and zipped up, grabbing another can from the fridge on my way back. SURGE this time, the best soda on the planet.

I sat down in my computer chair, and pulled up a different browser until the timer ran out. Reddit, Tumblr, Creepypasta, all that jazz. When the buzzer went off, I went back to Tor.

The man with the boxcutter came onto the screen again. He was only a silhouette. Black, darkness, evil against a red background.

He was dragging a chain behind him, which was attached to a person. But this person, they weren't a silhouette. They were as clear as a summers day.

A man, or so it seemed. He had what looked to be a pig mask over his face. He was crawling on his hands and knees. Underneath the chilling background music there appeared to be the sound of sobbing. Was this man crying?

Did he KNOW what was about to happen?

Fuck IMAX, I thought to myself. This was good quality shit.

"This man......despite his pitiful pleas, is a terrible man. He is the head of a sex trafficking ring, has numerous rape and abuse charges against young children, and just last month forced himself on his niece. Rehab doesn't work....perhaps we can rehab him ourselves? Perhaps we can hurt him to help him."

That was the first time I ever heard that phrase.

The commenters were suggesting terrible ways to "help" this poor bastard, and he cried out in anguish each time a suggestion was read aloud.

Eventually, they settled on castration. Then argued about what would be used. It was all so fascinating. They decided on rusty fishing line and a surgical scalpel.

I'll never forget the screams.

But this man would have no more libido. No more drive. He would not hurt anyone anymore.

Person after person, suggestion after suggestion, terrible person after terrible person. All helped, but never killed. All different, but never ended. All changed and never the same. Blood, guts and severed genitalia stained the floor. Some users commented on how they had thrown up. Others called them a pussy.

But each person that was dragged in front of the screen, it was the same M.O.

HURT THEM TO HELP THEM.

The screams deafened me through my headphones but I could not take them off. Bile rose in my throat, I could not believe what I was seeing was possible, or that it could ever work!

Humans Are The Real Monsters.

The buzzer jolted me back to reality. The timer had run down. The screen crackled a bit, and it looked as thought it needed to load one more time.

Then, the most joyous site of all came across my screen.

I instantly felt sick, but also felt more pleasure than I had felt in some time. I was going to be the one who chose what happened in the next hour. I paid. I chose. I....helped.

The gag in her mouth stifled her cries. They were probably lies anyway. Everything she said was a lie.

WHORE!

BITCH!

CUNT!

I calmed myself........deep breathes.

[ADMIN]: The floor is yours. How do you want to help her?

She was going to get what she needed to truly be helped. I was going to hurt her to help her.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard again as sweat dripped down my brow like the condensation on my soda can.

I brought my finger down with insurmountable certainty.

[USER1]:

TO BE CONTINUED:

"People look at me like the bad guy. You know, I am really not that bad of a dude. In fact, I think I am a pretty damn good dude. You see, I have a method for helping that many people turn their nose at, but it works. I have helped many people through my four plus year career here, and many people benefitted from it. I made careers that needed to be made, and I ended ones that needed to be ended. I was the judge, the jury and the executioner.

I took justice into my own hands. You see......I hurt people. But I don't do it to be a dick, or for any sort of sick pleasure or fetish. No, I genuinely enjoy helping people. But more often than not, I have to hurt them to help them. Look at the most recent cases.

Jenny Myst. You all know her. My former girlfriend and now the spearhead of the women's division. What was Jenny Myst before August? Nothing more than my play thing in the bedroom, but did she ever do anything of merit that I wasn't involved in? Sure, she was the Bombshell Champion. Basically, she was the champion of a dying division and she was given the hospice responsibilities of keeping it alive just long enough for the funding the run out, then the plug was pulled. She was X-Treme champion for what, 15 minutes? It was MY match, I gave it to her so she'd shut up and keep sucking. Long story short, Jenny Myst didn't matter if it wasn't for me. It was MY fame, MY limelight, MY accomplishments that she clung to. It was MY ability to sell fucking tickets that kept her makeup caked face in front of the little red camera light. I needed the arm candy, I needed the partner in crime, and I needed the chess piece. She fit perfectly. Mandii Rider had been pulling the strings, and my dick, the entire time. Jenny needed something to keep her occupied. I brought Mandii Rider back, knowing she would consume all of Jenny's energy and time. I brought Mandii Rider back to give her a rival, an enemy-turned friend-turned enemy that always seemed to have the "Queen's" number. If anything, Mandii kept her out of my hair long enough for me to establish my Chaotic Inc plan.

Remember that whole 'general manager' thing she keeps boasting about? You ever stop to think about just where the hell Taylor Mayde came from? Do you really think she had any pull around here? Taylor owed me a favor......You wonder why Taylor left shortly after Jenny was fired? Favor done, job complete. Plan...proceeding swimmingly.

I never loved her, I never respected her, I never appreciated her. I never loved anything but this title. But she loved me. She adored me. I was her world. I'll give her credit, she supported me through the good times and bad. The ups and the downs. She would have killed herself if I told her to. That is why I had to make my move.

Her life was a living hell.....because of ME. She lost her management position, she lost her precious title, she lost everything she had and she came running back to me.........just where she was supposed to be. When she had nothing left, that is when I made my move. That is when I exposed the truth to the world. That is when I dropped the bombshell, pun intended. I cut Jenny deep, down to her very core. I broke her to the bone marrow. I scraped her off the wall and left her to put herself back together.

Look at her now. She's on a hell of a roll. She's the Shooting Star Champion, she had a match of the night candidate at High Stakes, and the women's division has grown exponentially in the last few weeks. It is red hot, and she is the figurehead. She IS that division right now. Without that hurt, without that pain, without that feeling of helplessness, Jenny would still be meandering around the mid-card, talking a big game that nobody believed, and keeping my stomach full and balls empty. Jenny has a purpose now, and I gave her that purpose.

I had to HURT her to HELP her.

Then there is Ned Kaye. Our lovely Hart Champion. The fan favorite, the pretty boy from Brooklyn who, just a few short months ago was sitting on his couch eating Wendy's and watching Netflix. Now, he beat the legendary Robbie Bourbon to win the Hart Title and everyone wants to pat him on the back. Congrats, Ned, and you're welcome.

When I came back to this place, my first match back was a fatal four way for the right be named the number one contender for the very title Ned carries around his waist. I was thrown into the ring against Jim Jimson, Hanari Carnes--who now stands side by side as my brother in Chaotic Inc--and a man that everyone told me I needed to watch out for, Ned Kaye. All this talk about the "Notorious One" and how people thought he was going to come out on top, he was going to make a splash, he was going to face Centurion in a "Legend vs. Legend" match. I must admit, I was pretty underwhelmed. All of this talk about Ned Kaye, but who is the one I hit with the Equalizer and pinned in the center of the ring? You guessed it, Ned Kaye. He had talent, I felt it, I experienced it. But Ned Kaye was on a slippery slope. Ned didn't have his mind right. It wasn't long until his mouth wrote a check that his ass couldn't cash, and being a "man of his word" he hung up his wrestling boots and took on a life of being a single dude. He even downloaded the Tinder app. I was the one that reached out to Ned Kaye because I saw what he could be. I saw someone who had all the talent in the world, but couldn't get out of his own head. I related to that, and I wanted to show Ned Kaye what it felt like to be great again. I took his entire world away from him once, but I knew that if I shattered his soul that Ned Kaye would come back stronger than ever.

I was the one who pushed Ned to the brink. Attack after attack. He didn't relent. I kidnapped his mother, I dug up his father. I wheeled his mother off the stage, I dumped his fathers ashes on him in front of millions of viewers. Ned Kaye came back to wrestling because of ME. I could of let him sit at home and wallow in his own self pity, wondering what could have been. Instead, I broke him down to his very core. I made him go back on his word, I made him give up his principles and his values. I made him hungry again.

Ned couldn't hang with the big boys anymore, or so he thought. He just needed that extra motivation. It's scary what the human mind can do when pushed. Ned can hold his head as high as he wants, he can bask in the aura of his "Quote of the Month" honors all he wants.....but the fact of that matter is that none of it would exist today without me.

I had to HURT him to HELP him.

And then we have Sarah Lacklan. Oh Sarah, your poor thing. How's your head feel? Are you out of your halo brace yet? I didn't want to "American History X" you and take you out of the game completely, but I did what I had to do. I hope you understand, Sar Bear, I did it to help you.

If Sarah can take a few moments away from sipping her juice box straw from between what few teeth she has left, I'd like her to listen to this. Sarah, you needed a reality check. You needed to be brought down to earth. You needed to realize exactly who it was you were. A paper champion. A face of a company that was trying to go a new direction, turn over a new leaf, try to take the extreme out of XWF. You? You fit the mold perfectly. Young, female, LGBTQ, well dressed. You were the face of the new era, and the face they wanted t0 do anything and everything to protect. How is that face feeling now? I bet its still swollen, puffy.....broken. You see Sarah, you were the pristine little island sitting out there in the vast ocean. Pure, clean, untouched.....virginal. There was a storm coming. A storm headed straight for your island. A storm of the Century, a storm that would have left your island ravaged, beaten, broken, a shell of its former self. A storm that could not be stopped. That storm was me. You didn't know what you had gotten yourself into. You didn't know what the gold you were gifted truly meant to me. You didn't know the lengths I would stoop to take it from you. Your life, your career, your overall well being was in jeopardy. I did what I did because I wanted to protect you.

Protect you from me.

I HAD TO HURT YOU TO HELP YOU.

(10-03-2020, 12:25 AM)Thaddeus Duke Said: She's gonna embarrass you more than I ever could.

...If you make it there as the number one contender.

What is the matter Thaddeus? Why you mad bro? Who hurt you? Why do you still have this void left inside you that you need so desperately to fill? Why do I matter to you in the least, outside of the fact that I am going to take your title on the 23rd. But match aside, why does a man who you have said time and time again isn't on your level matter to you so much?

So, why Chris Chaos?

Haven’t I beat him enough?

Haven’t I castrated him enough?

Haven’t I proven time and time again that he’s just not on my level?

I’ll answer number one in a minute. Yes. Ehhh, debatable. Emphatic yes.

Remember that? The infamous promo where I took cold open rules and tossed them to the side. A match where we were only allowed one promo a piece due to the rushed nature of the match, and I broke the cardinal rule. You were upset about that, weren't you? You stomped your stupid feet, shook your head and raised your voice, but I didn't care. Still don't. I actually wish I was capable of caring more. You see, Thad, that was exactly what you needed. To get to where are you are right now, you needed something to latch onto. Something that made you really mad. Something that made your throat hoarse and your skin itch. But it was all part of the plan to undercut and undermine the only thing you've ever had of merit here, Duke.

Your undeniably massive pride.

You came into Relentless the spunky underdog with the charisma and the poise...but did you come in with the talent? Debatable. You came out there all fired up on Night 1 against Chris Page in a pure wrestling match because you wanted to prove you could. You couldn't. Chris Page is better than you in every facet of the game. He proved that. He took the easy way out, I'll admit it, but you didn't pin him cleanly. You didn't take him out, you didn't prove anything other than your top five moves and your finishing move is all but useless against top tier talent.

So you got a cheap DQ win, and you were feeling yourself. You did what you always did, you skated by in a regular match against a name people knew and you wanted everyone to pat you on the back. You wanted everyone to congratulate you, you wanted to feel like you accomplished something. But it was a facade wasn't it? I guess we aren't good at playing charades.

"LOSER! LOSER IT'S A LOSER, I KNOW IT! IT'S A LOSER"

I guess we were wrong....but were we, really?

You see, you challenged me to a match right before you walked through that curtain. I was your backup plan in case you failed against Chris Page. You had already beaten me once when I wasn't 10o percent, after Theo got involved. Remember, Mr. Play-by-the-Rules didn't want the help. Had the match restarted then took advantage. So, at High Stakes, you thought to yourself that you'd take a cheap win again. Hey, even if you lost your other two, you beat me right? You beat the number one contender to the one thing that has eluded you your entire career.

It was a win-win, the ammo you needed.

But then the event went on. Everyone was anxious to see who was going to walk out the champion because they knew that that person was going to face ME. They didn't give a shit filled dixie cup about you or your match. You became, the moment Theo Pryce was counted out, what you've always been.

An afterthought.

Almost.

Close but no cigar.

It infuriated you. It made your blood boil. Your match with me suddenly went from a backup plan incase you failed AGAIN, to becoming personal. You took on Mastermind on Night 2. Mastermind......need I say it again.

Master--I talk all creepy but fight like a toddler--Mind. He may be a bigger joke than Jim Jimson. At least Jim is mildly entertaining. Ever since Hanari took his TV title away, he just hasn't been the same. Here you were, feeling all confident in your mind after a DQ win over Page, and all warm in your rectum after your kiss on Page, and you took on the XWF's version of the Office Space fax machine.....everyone's beat on him at one time or another....and I bet you are proud of this too. Facing me the next night, it was important to you, it was personal. Every ounce of pain you caused that man, you saw me, didn't you? Everything you did to that man, you saw my face.

And I loved it.

So the night was upon us. Night Three. Thaddeus was 2-0, and he was on top of the world. People were talking about something other than him being a sheer and utter disappointment. Talking about how he has looked better than he has looked in years.....

Which isn't hard, mind you.

So you come out guns blazing, fire in your eyes and the tingle from Page's soft mouth in your balls.

You beat me when I am not 100 percent, and when I have no incentive to fight you. That's a real A plus there. You talk about how you want to go undefeated at Relentless. You pat yourself on the back like an autistic boy who tied his shoes for the first time.

"LOOK MA! I DIDS IT!"

Why?

Validation. Thad, face it, you sit in a pile of mediocrity and you mask it with brash arrogance and bravado. All it is is a cry for attention. You've never been what I am, and you realized you can't ever be. Time and time again its Chris Chaos at the head of the discussion. Time and time again its Chris Chaos getting the matches you feel you deserved, the recognition you felt was yours. Someone who you felt wasn't in your league was XWF Top 50 after not holding the Universal Title for almost four years, got more shots than Stephen Paddock, and always seemed to be the highlight. You were good Thad, at times you were damn good, but you were never me. Despite all of my shortcomings I had the one thing you've never had.........I have been Universal Champion. I continued to get shots. I continued to stay relevant. I couldn't count on an abacus how many big matches I have been in. Yours are big because you tell yourself they're big, but you are just another Peter Gilmour or Mastermind when you think about it. You don't get half the fame, half the ratings, half the benefits that I get and you put in twice, maybe even three times the effort that they do. You had never been looked at the same way I have because you had never had that one thing that set you and I apart.

THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP

You tried so hard over the years to build your image. To be a role model, to be someone the crowd looked up to, little kids had posters of on their wall, that mothers told their sons they should grow up to be like. Hiatus after hiatus, Duke would come back a little different, but really the same. Still never able to get over the hump, never quite able to leave the kids table and come eat with the adults. We still never respected you the way you felt you should be. You were never the same man in the locker room that you were to the children who looked at you like a god.

And it killed you.

It killed you that I was the one that got everything and you continued to hold titles, win matches and tournaments and put out solid promos, but nobody noticed.

Nobody cared.

Time and time again you go out of your way to disparage me. To put me down, to tell the world how much of an incompetent joke I am. Thad, it doesn't bother me. It was all part of the plan. Unlike you, I am willing to see things to the end, I don't give up on them and change them up when they don't go the way I want. My target this entire time was you. Forget Robert Main, forget Jim Caedus, forget Shawn Warstein. They didn't need my help. You, Thaddeus, you were the chosen one. The golden child. You were the one I selected to be my grandest experiment.

But you're very stubborn, it took me longer than I initially thought to get you where I wanted you.

I lured you in, Thad. I did the one thing I needed to do. I gave you hope. I drove you to the breaking point. AGAIN I got the opportunity you coveted. AGAIN I got the spotlight. AGAIN I was the focal point, and I haven't done anything of merit in that ring since I pinned Ned Kaye this month LAST YEAR. December 3rd 2019. It's been over a year ago now since I've done anything of merit in the ring. Sure I've racked up some wins, I've played with Ned's family like a cat playing with a yarn ball, I dumped an arrogant cum dumpster on national television...........but Thad, you've worked your ass off.

WHY ME?!

Because I am that much better than you. If I would have put you on your almighty ass every time, you wouldn't be here. Hell, you'd probably take a leave of absense to "find yourself" again. To reconfigure the wiring, to update the mainframe and come back exactly the same Window's with a different loading bar.

So back to that little promo, where it all started. That promo that ruffled your feathers. That promo that made you so mad. It was what you needed. I said in that "cold open" that beating me essentially meant nothing. "Only to you did beating me matter. Only to you. I will continue to get the best air time, the most thrilling storylines, the top title shots. You will continue to sit there and work on your GI Joe meets Battle Star Galactica fanfiction piece you keep boring us with. Nobody reads, listens or cares. We've written you off a long time ago, Thad. We've long since passed on."

Do you remember that? People always hate what they need to hear, and need to hear what they hate. It drove you. You "swept" Relentless (again, DQ, jobber and the one who threw the match) but did you really? Who came out on top of that, Thad? I tore the XWF apart for months while you continued to hide behind your chubby Jew mouthpiece and complain that you couldn't play with the same toys that Chris Chaos could. Let me tell you this....you won't believe it because you're too arrogant to believe it, but I WANTED to lose to you. I PLANNED to lose to you. I threw that cold open rule out the window, I didn't give it my all in the ring, I was a step behind my normal self because YOU NEEDED that win. I did not. I had what I came for, you were still searching with disgusting desperation for who you really are. Can Thad really hang with the biggest and the best?

You underestimate me and that is what I want. I want you to take me lightly. I planned for you to take me lightly. Doc took me lightly, and I pulled off the biggest upset in XWF history at the time. The other 5 men in the chamber took me lightly, and I walked out of Wildcard Weekend on top of the wrestling world. Thaddeus you've been here for a long time. You've been a member of this roster since I can remember. Why now? Why all all of this are you suddenly the top dog at pound?

One more time, a little louder for those people in the back........

BECAUSE. OF. ME.

You project your insecurities well. You're a master of deflection. You're scared right now, and I can feel it. You know what I did to Sarah Lacklan. Do you know WHY I did that? I did that for you. Thaddeus if I didn't put Sarah on the shelf, it would have been her and I last week at High Stakes. This promo would look a whole lot different, because I would have the Universal Title over my shoulder and you'd still be meandering around the mid-card, competing on Savage for TV belts and telling the world how many times you beat me. Beating me means nothing, and until now, beating you meant nothing. It was just a number on a stat sheet. Just another reminder of history to throw onto the backstage page. You had nothing of value or merit to me, but I had everything you wish you had. I never gave a shit about you Thaddeus, but you gave a shit about me.

One day, it all came to me. I saw your work ethic. I saw your determination, your passion. I saw how much you give to this business and how little you get back. For a split second, I saw a young version of myself in you. Then I threw up. Then I decided that I would do for you what NOBODY did for me. Instead of kicking you while you were down, instead of beating you when I had the chance, I decided to give you a reason to believe. That little push that got you running up the hill. I didn't know if you'd take the bait, you're quite the stubborn little fish.

But you did, you took it and I reeled in. You told everyone within ear shot how many times you beat me. You told anyone who would listen that Chris Chaos was a joke. You told anyone within 100 feet of you just how. good. you. were.

Normally, I am the bar, I am the measuring stick. You have to get through me to get to the promise land. But Thad, how does it feel knowing you went through me, and I. let. you. I didn't give it my all. I didn't give it 100 percent. I didn't even give it 50 percent. You hold your head high from embarassing me, and I laugh at your arrogance. I told Robert Main that I am the best in the world at what I do. I am pretty sure I said the same to Jim Caedus. I didn't give them my best, either, because they didn't fall into my plan. They were protected, as you saw. Match after match ending in a suspicious way. They were taken care of. They were buddies. They were clique. Thaddeus you aren't in the clique, and probably never will be. Bring a jacket, because it gets cold standing outside in line this time of year.

You.....you are the one I chose to bring back out what I could do. I waited, and waited, and waited for you to get off your ass and find that spark, and when I saw you rising up the ranks to knock on the pearly gates, I made my move. If Sarah Lacklan was still here, Thaddeus Duke would be nothing more than a pompus punk with a stupid name. I mean for real, who names their son Thaddeus? Besides the point........I took her out because I KNEW.....yes, knew....that once that battle royal was announced that you would be the first one in line to grab the proverbial brass ring. I knew it meant everything to you. I knew how much being the champion was part of your very soul. I also knew how downtrodden and disenchanted you were feeling. I knew you had your reservations about this regime and felt like you never got a fair shake. You didn't deserve one, but you'd complain about it anyway. I sat back in the shadows and watched. I had nothing to lose. Beating me at Relentless was the screen door, now you were going for the bolt lock. Getting an opportunity to face me, being guranteed to face me, was the real driving force. Fuck the title, it was ME. If anyone else was on the other end of that line, you would have been a lot quicker to hang up. I kept you talking, I kept you interested. I made you feel like for once in your miserable life you could do something and actually recieve all the praise you feel you're due.

Congrats, champ.

But keep it warm. Keep it very warm. This title means more to me than you know but I had to play the game in order to win the game.

I was playing my own twisted game. I've never looked at oppsums this way before, but now I see one everywhere I go. I was hiding in plain sight and instead of working with me, you worked against me. You hated me for reasons that are strictly petty jealousy. You hated me for reasons that women hate other women, Thad. Pathetic.

So now that the cat is out of the bag, its time to kill it with a sledgehammer. Y0u aren't ready for this. You aren't ready for the grind it takes to be Universal Champion. You aren't ready for the shitstorm you're walking into. Everybody is congratulating you, patting your back, kissing your ass. You've got Chris Page hot on your heels. You've got Charlie Nickles eyeing that title through his one good eye. You've got Robert Main still floating around, Centurion who may want one more crack at glory before his oatmeal gets cold. You've got your own tag team partner........

Most importantly, you've got me.

You said some things you didn't need to say, young one. You took it too far verbally on several occasions. I was ready to fistfuck Ned Kaye's career and go on a crusade to cleanse the XWF of filth like him..........but you just had to flap your gums. Consider this your root canal. You have nothing on me that myself or anyone else hasn't heard 1000 times over. I can't win the big one, I can't get the job done, I can't I can't I can't. Sound familiar, doesn't it? You poke the bear enough times, eventually it will wake up.

You hate me with every fiber of your being. You hate me with every ounce of rage you can muster. I've never done anything to you except be BETTER than you. BETTER than you and smarter than you.

So go ahead, tell us all the same spiel. Tell us how badly Chris Chaos sucks. Tell us all for the umpteenth time how many victories you have over me. Tell us all because we love to hear it. You've got nothing to say that hasn't already been said. I laid the trap and you waltzed right into it like a doofus. Camping 101, always check your surroundings.

Now you've got a demon with you're face on his dartboard.

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You've reached the pinnacle of success, and Doc helped you do it. He grabbed your leg to stop your momentum, he basically HANDED you this title. You couldn't and can't do it alone. The tag titles? Psssht. You didn't have a snowballs chance in hell at even sniffing those if it weren't for the Doctor. You NEED to be carried, you NEED to be nudged along, you NEED guidance. You aren't ready for this. Doc knew it. He's an evil bastard and don't think he won't strike while the time is right. You impressed these also-rans who messaged you, commented on the show, reached out to you. How many times had they done that before? They all smell the blood in the water Thad, but they also all know what lies just beyond the waves.

I am the apex predator, the alpha male around here. They don't care that you're the champion, they just want. you. to. beat. me. Oh what would the XWF do if Chris Chaos was the champion again? The world would be a dark and scary place for sure. The Doctor sees this. He said it himself in his promo for High Stakes. "Do we really want an XWF where Chris Chaos is the champion?"

No. The answer is no, you don't.

You're the beacon of hope, the sun light shining through the clouds after a rainstorm. You're the last wall of defense before they lose everything as well. Now you get to see the Chris Chaos that your partner got to see. Now you get to see the Chris Chaos that took the XWF by storm in 2016. The game is over, and this is the boss level. Well played, but unfortunately for you, this is where you get off the ride.

I am going to hurt you, Thad. I am going to hurt you in a way you've never been hurt before. I am going to take away everything you love, just like they took from me. I am going to rip and tear at your flesh, pull your beating heart out as your skin hangs from my lips, and stomp it into pieces while you watch. I am going to break more than just your bones, I am going to break your spirit. Do you remember what you said to me after Relentless? I haven't forgotten.

Come on say it....tell us.

SAY IT!!!!!!

Tell us all how you truly feel. You aren't the good guy that you portray, you're a snake. A leech. A goddamn parasite that sucks off the affection of the others around you. You aren't in this for the greater good, you're in it for yourself.

TELL THEM OR I WILL!

What you told me.......it hit me. It struck me deep. It flowed through my veins. It made me realize who Thaddeus Duke truly is. A lie. A fabrication. A sheep in wolves clothing. You're a bad person, Thad. A mean spirited, overly sensitive, miserable, judgmental, absolute shrew of a human being and the world needs to know. They've been cheated, just like you cheated to win the rumble. This is karma, and karma is a bitch.

She's also my friend.

TELL THEM!

There is nothing more scary than an eternity on your own, nothing and nobody to talk to. You'd ask for pain just to feel something. Countless years of that you'd be more scary than I am, no compassion, no remorse, your soul turned to the dark side without a hope of recovery. So why not join the dark side? Why choose to be alone in your madness? Come, let me show you the pleasure of cruelty, the joy of power. You'll find it so pleasurable, I know you will. Inside you are one of us, I've seen it in you. You aren't pure enough to make it through the gates. So why live in-between the light and the dark? After all, what is there to be afraid of when you are the monster?

I SEE YOU

FOR WHAT YOU TRULY ARE

It is my fault. I have created this beast. I have created a man (boy) so shrouded in absolute paranoia that he has lost his way. I have made you into a different person than you were, and that was the plan all along. I have driven you mad, I have made you pull your hair out. I have made you act out of character. I made you think about your actions a little more clearly, and perhaps even have remorse for them. I made you what you have tried to tell the world your not....I've made you human.

Maybe I haven't pushed you hard enough. Maybe I haven't tested you the way you need to be tested. Maybe, just maybe, I haven't truly broken you.

That time will come, and it will come soon. I have to make you see that you're in over your head and that your hatred and jealousy of me has propelled you to a level far above your skill.

Maybe its my fault.

Then again, maybe its yours.

A regular guy, fuckin' ready?

No, just a regular guy.

I'm the monster under your bed, and you've yet to cast me out. You've yet to come up with an answer to the question....can Thaddeus really do this?

I am going to make you want to end it. I am going to make you want to hand that title to me. I am going to make you wish that you never heard the name Chris Chaos.

Why?

Because I fucking can.

I HAVE TO HURT YOU TO HELP YOU

Cold Open.

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