“There are two types of tragedies in life. One is not getting what you want, the other is getting it.”

The van door opened, and a jeaned leg and workboot stepped out. The air was warm still, with a misty breeze from the rain the night before. Chris had been quiet on the issue, focused on his match Wednesday with Reverend Waters, but now he was here in Detroit to destroy yet another egomaniacal bitch. The hotel was nice, but it wasn’t the four seasons. Hell, even that cess pool known as Cleveland had a four seasons. This was a Courtyard or some shit, but hey, at least it was new.

Chris stepped out into full view, his work boots and jeans with a TapOut shirt, tight fitting of course. His hair was down, and his Oakley shades covered his eyes. The drive from Cleveland to Detroit wasn’t bad. Normally Chris would go home to Tampa first, but when the stipulations were announced for his match with the modern day Buffy the Vampire Slayer, he had to get here as quick as possible. This was what he had been waiting for. He had successfully done it. He had pushed them to the limit. He had successfully created the same scenario he had in PW. They were making a belt specifically for him. Sure, there were other superstars who had a “chance” at it, but he knew deep down this belt was for him.

“Mr. Jackson, your room is ready. You have booked the penthouse suit, but only for one night. Usually customers at the hotel book that room for 3 day minimum……I mean, it has the Jacuzzi tub and rotating bed and everything”.

“Thanks toots, but I am only here one night. I am about to take my job by storm and I need to be comfortable.”

“I see, and what do you do?”

The front desk clerk was younger, had to be 20 something, brunette with a pretty face. Her rack wasn’t bad either.

“How about this---“ he pulls up his shades to look at her name tag--"Stephanie….if all goes to plan tomorrow night I will come back and SHOW you exactly….what…..I…..do.” He grinned and the young clerk blushed. “Hold it for an extra night, I may need to celebrate more than previously anticipated."

The van was parked and Bruce walked in, carrying all Chris’s bags. The old man sure knew his place. He set the bags down on the bell boys cart, and met Chris at the front desk, putting a hand firmly on his shoulder.

“You ready, Champ?!”

“Ready as I have ever been, Brucie.”

The young clerk handed him his key and a piece of paper with her number on it. It was 0.

Chris liked her sense of humor. “You are a sly little vixen aren’t you?” he said, “I will definitely be dialing this number at some point……..”

The two men got on the elevator and she watched them the entire way.
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He could see the Joe Louis Arena from his balcony. He could see all of Detroit, really. Not that there was much to see, but he was hyper focused. This was the building that would change his career forever. This was the building that would provide for him the same chance he was given at Phoenix Wrestling, but this time he wasn’t going to fuck it up. He had a chance to be a champion all his own. He had a chance to make history and be the FIRST EVER Savage Champion. He had a chance to take another broad in this company with a head too big for her skill set and bring her down to reality. To equalize her. And she was an opponent that just might be as bat shit crazy, or maybe even more so, than his last one. At least her hair wasn’t blue.

What had she done to deserve this? What had Isabella Motherfucking Ravenwolf done to deserve to even be in the same arena as Chris Chaos, much less in a match for a title shot? All she had done since arriving her is talk about post-birth abortions and lose a match. Has she ever even won here? Chris would have to go back and review tape but last he remembered she was flat on her back as Kristen Silver got her hand raised. What had happened that same night? Chris dispatched the so called “Legend Killer” with ease. Clearly, he and she were not in the same class.

Chris stared at the arena and all of its steps. Maybe he would drag her up and down those steps by her feet. Maybe he would stand on top and throw her off. Maybe he would bury her at the bottom of them. His thoughts drifted off as he stared at the arena that would make his fate.

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*For 20 minutes now, William Bateman and Aurora battled in the center of the ring. Neither really getting an advantage. William had just hit a DDT on her, leaving her laying but he, too, was tired. This was a PW World Heavyweight Title match between to former belt holders. Bateman got to his feet first, picking her up by her hair. A kick to the gut and he was setting up for his finisher when the lights went off………

Die Motherfucker Die’s guitar riff could be heard over the loudspeaker
When the lights came back on both were down in the ring, and bloody. The ref had no choice but to count. Upon reaching 9 he said, so the TV audience could see, “I’m Sorry” before counting to 10 and ringing the bell. The title would stay vacant for another week.

……2 weeks later.

Bateman and Aurora battled again, this time in a steel cage. They did not want any more disruptions.

Aurora this time was getting the upper hand. The match had been going on for around 20 minutes. She grabbed a steel chair from the corner, the same chair that Bateman had previously brought in. He got to his feet and wobbled to the center of the ring, but, like the champ he was, had the wherewithal to duck the chair, execute a drop toe hold and lock her in sharp shooter. “Tap! Tap damnit!” He yelled. “NO!” she yelled, her voice pained. He pulled back, she groaned and punched the mat. “Gawddd..nooo….noo” she whined, refusing to tap. She reached for a hammer that was sitting not far from her. It was her only hope. The almost reached it when Chris Chaos came out from under the ring. He stomped on her hand, breaking it, before kicking Bateman in the back of the head. He picked up the chair and laid it into his back over and over and over. Walking over and kicking the door open, he dragged both limp bodies to the door and at the same time pushed them out---hitting the floor at the same time. Yet again the match would be a draw. Yet again, Chris caused Chaos.

2 Weeks later, at the Pay Per View.

Aurora was still battling with her hand injury, but Bateman was there. This time he was facing Jinx. The match was coming to a close at Jinx hit No Laughing Matter in the center of the ring. But instead of covering, like the sick bastard he was, he wanted to ruin Bateman. He rolled out of the ring and to the announce tale. He grabbed the chair from the ring announcer, pushing her off of it, and turned back towards the ring.

“My god! It’s Chaos! Chris Chaos! What the hell is he doing here?!” He could still hear the broadcast team yelling as he ran by after jumping the barricade. Jinx turned and swung the chair and Chris dropped him with a spinebuster. The match was No DQ, so the ref was helpless to stop it.

The two battled on the outside for a bit, before Batemen got back involved. Chris hit him with a super kick and dropped him. Jinx followed up by hitting Chris in the head with a tool box. Jinx took the top off the announce table, and began pulling out monitors. But, he forgot one……..

Pulling Chris back over, and on top of it, he went to hit No Laughing Matter…..but Chris reversed….kick to the gut……

“OH MY GOD! AN EQUALIZER THROUGH THE ANNOUCE TABLE!”

But the one Monitor that Jinx left came back to bite him as it popped and sizzled, sending a bright shooting current up and sparks flying. Chris stumbled over and ripped the title belt away from the ring announcer and stood over Jinx’s now charred body. He held it high……….

Slaine Rodderick, Company President and GM, came to the ramp.

“Goddamnit, Chris! This is three times now! What the hell do you want!”

“I WANT A TITLE SHOT” Chris yelled back, without a mic.

“N0! You have been in the company for a month! And all you have done is take out my top stars! I have half a mind to fire you!”

Chris held the belt up before looking at it, a sick smile. “THEN IM TAKING THIS!” He yelled…….pulling the belt down and retreating through the crowd……

-----Slaine had made, just a week later, the Armored Core title. It was an equivalent to the HardCore title and could be defended anytime, anywhere, 24/7. Chris held this belt for over 1 year.

He became the first ever Armored Core Champion in THAT VERY BUILDING......

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His thoughts we broken by Bruce.

“Chris…….Chris!”

He snapped out of it.

“You have a big match this week. You have a chance to be the first ever Savage Champion. They are making a belt for you because they can’t contain you. They can’t control you. They know that. You know that. You need to go out there and show them WHY you deserve it. You got screwed against Dillinger and you can’t go 0-2 in title matches and expect to have any validity to your name.”

He popped in a tape.

“Let’s do a little research on your opponent this week, shall we?”

“I have seen her.” Chris said. “She is a scrapper in the ring, for sure, but far from talented. She has heart and tenacity, but hasn’t put the total package together. This should be a layup, Bruce.”

Bruce shook his head.

“No No No…..you are doing the same thing Luna did to you. You are underestimating her. This match has just as high of stakes for her as it does for you. She is going to pull out all the stops. You need to be ready.”

He fast forwarded through the tape of her in the ring and the screen went black. There didn’t appear to be anything else on there until her face popped up.

Her voice was shrew. He face was barren. She really wasn’t all that pretty. At least Luna had a nice rack……

Quote:You see the fear in their eyes and you hear them beg for it to stop, but they do so in vain. I very much like to make the weak suffer. It's for my pure enjoyment. Have you ever taken a new born baby from their mother? It amuses me when they don't have the strength to protect their child as I take them away. I have a feeling you have not. You should try it."

The first thing out of the little twats mouth, seemingly, was about a dead baby. What was with this chick and dead newborns?

“Yo, this chick really has some issues with babies” Chris said.

“For real. She must have had a few abortions in her day.”

"Yeah, that is if anyone would actually climb into bed with that whacknut. And that face, jesus you could cut a roast on it."

Quote: The best part of it is when I cast a spell so they will be able to see me do as I wish with the poor little creature. Sometimes I'll cut their throats so I can use their blood for a ritual and other times I'll cook them and enjoy a nice meal of fresh baby meat. You should really try it Chris. They taste so good and the meat is just so perfect."

"Jesus, this is like something out of a bad horror movie."

"This chick has truly lost it. This is absolutely disgusting, Chris, I am going to turn this off. There is no reason to continue to watch this."

"The hell there isn't.....let it run."

Quote:"When I look into the windows of your soul Chris. I do not see anything worthy of you. There isn't a strain of hair on you that impresses me. You are an inadequate man and it seems to me a waste of my time to even face you, but I must and I will. I would't mind something shinny around my waste.

"Oh yea, I will give her something shiny across her waist...just may need a blacklight to see it"

"I thought you said she was gross."

"She is, but I am a man, then again".


"Bruce...she says she wants to cause me agony and pain. She says she will do whatever it takes to win. She obviously hasn't met me. I am always willing to go above and beyond to win a match. I am always willing to shell out great personal risk to get what I want. I am her worst nightmare, she just doesn't know it yet. I am on the hunt...I am the puritains in the early stages of the new world...I am.....in the witching hour. And I won't stop until she's drawn and quartered and dragged through the streets like the sniveling devil fucker she is!"

Bruce shut the tape off. Chris layed down on the bed.

"I need to get to sleep now, Brucie. I have a match to win tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Champ" Bruce said, his hand on the doorknob. "I will get you up in the morning to get a good breakfast before you head to the arena".

Bruce was a good guy. Chris's last vision before dozing off was making Isabella tap out while screaming. It was a good thought.

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"So, honestly, what is your deal? You talk week in and week out about killing babies and drinking their blood and casting spells..but you can't win a damn match. Someone in the offices back there must hate you because they pinned you this week against me---hands down the craziest motherfucker in the business. Someone pitted you against the most talented and skilled bruiser wrestling has ever seen. I am crazy, for sure, but I don't need to kill babies and conduct tribal rituals to prove that. How do I prove it? As soon as I step through those ropes. I toss carcasses left and right. I make them suffer, bleed and beg. This match means more to me than any match I have had here to date---and I will not let some Blair Witch extra do me dirty. I have a little, gameplan, if you will. I have my cards in order....my ducks in a row......"

"Isabella I frankly do not know what it is you have done to warrent a shot at a title, but obviously you gave a handie to someone back there. People like you don't belong associated with people like me. People like you get beat by people like me. People like you get their careers ended by people like me......."

"I noticed what you said at the end of your little shoot. You said I haven't heard the last of you....that I will be hearing from you again. Good. I look forward to it. I KNOW that isn't the only thing you can come up with. That pathetic excuse for a promo shouldn't even be allowed on XWF airwaves. You are hands down the most pathetic excuse for a professional wrestler I have ever seen. Go back to making horror-porn in a Hollywood because you just aren't cut out to be here in the ring vs. talent like me. I will give you the opportunity to no-show, and frankly I wouldn't blame you----but IF you show up I will drag you up and down the steps of the Joe Louis arena and use your blood to mark my territory...because tomorrow night the Joe Louis Arena is MINE........

So come, bring all your little magic tricks. What is it you say? It's just a bunch of hocus pocus, right? Well you know what I say?

Prepare to be equalized!

That belt is mine."

Fade to black.