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Chris Chaos · (09-27-2016)

....CONTINUED FROM PART 2

Months had passed with no word. Long, treacherous months that consisted of Chris getting out of bed for school and the gym----the occasional fight---and then going back to bed. He had motivation to get up, no motivation to work out---no motivation to live.

.....Why couldn't he just die already?

Fall turned to winter. Winter turned to spring.

......One day, late Spring, Chris decided he just did not want to get out of bed. Why? There was no purpose. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and only showered once or twice in that same time span.

.....Why couldn't he just die already?

The doorbell rang. Rolling over with a groan, he ignored it. It rang again, and again, and again. Followed by knocks.

"What the fuckkkkkkk" he groaned out, sliding out of bed. Wearing just boxers, he answered the door, not really giving a fuck who was out there.

Opening the bolt locked door, his eyes went wide when he saw the figure standing before him.

.....It was Nicole.

His entire world came to a screeching stop. Everything was a blur. Here she was, the reason his life had spiraled out of control, standing in front of him. He had zero contact with her for months....he had no idea where she even had been. If she had even been alive still.

..."Ni--Niccoolleee" he spat out, muttering.

"I came to see you, Chris. I had a break from there, and came home. My parents are expecting me but I came to you first. Lord knows they won't let me see you."

She touched his face, his unkepmt and unshaved faced. His eyes were sunken with bags under them. His hair was gruddy and long. She put a hand on the side of his face.

"My god, you look awful".

He looked her up and down. Her brown hair, tied back in a ponytail---her black yoga pants and white tank top, perfectly displaying her perfect chest. And that smile.....

"I have been awful".

She basically jumped him, and the door closed while the two embraced. He hadn't seen Nicole in so long---since the night before that phone call---

.......bedsprings.....'eh's........groan........

Chris woke up with Nicole's arm over him and her head on his chest. For the first time in a long time, he was truly happy.

"So.....I have to ask.....where have you been hun? Where did they send you?"

With a sheepish reply she spoke.

"The Bromley Brook School for Problem Girls".

Chris felt the rage boil up in him again, shooting up from his stomach and into his throat like bad acid reflux.

"PROBLEM GIRLS" Chris's voice now had a violent tone, "They are the problem! Not you!"

"I know." She said, "but good luck telling them that. And I am a minor.....I have to do what they tell me, it is the law. They know what is best for me, and god knows what is best for me according to them".

God.....Pssht. Chris thought. There was no "god".

But he knew the happiness wouldn't last. Her cell phone rang and her mother was on the line----she left in a rush. However, throwing her clothes on so quickly...she left her panties on his floor. As Nicole gave him a quick kiss she whispered "I'll be back". He believed her.

.......the door closed and he reached down.......picking up the panties on the floor and bringing them to his face with a huge nostril inhale.....

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A full month had passed. Chris and Nicole had made plans to go to his senior prom. When you are a high schooler, the prom is the most, if not one of the, most important and memorable moments of your young life.

The limo had been set, rented, and the suit was tailored. This was happening and surprisingly, her parents had SOMEWHAT of a heart and were going to allow her to go to prom with him. Maybe they were coming around? Maybe he didn't have to kill them....

Chris was driving home from the Men's Wearhouse on Gulf to Bay, his suit hanging in the bag from his back seat hook. Prom was in 3 days. High School was almost over. Chris could have been with any girl in the school---and he had been asked by nearly all of them to date them---but he only wanted Nicole.

His music was loud, as usual---nothing could bring him down today. He reached for the Mountain Dew in his cup holder, when he noticed his phone vibrate in the other cup holder.

He picked it up and looked at the screen. What he saw almost made him swerve off the road.

Nicole's house phone.

Fuck.

He raced home and immediately checked his voicemail in the driveway. Her father, this time, was on the line.

"Chris----We need to talk. Call me back."

What the fuck did this Birkenstock wearing prick want with him?

"Chris.....I called to inform you that after careful consideration.....and much soul searching and speaking with the Lord....we have decided that Nicole will not be attending the prom with you this weekend."

He sat, stunned. He couldn't even say anything. He predicted this, in a way. He almost wasn't surprised. But still....he sat stunned as if frozen in liquid nitrogen.

"So....yeah....."

Chris could tell he was about to hang up, and suddenly he unfroze and exploded like a supernova.

"WHY! YOU REALIZE PROM IS IN THREE DAYS! 3 EFFIN DAYS! WHY ISN'T SHE COMING?"

"I have told you already---we just do not think it is best, and based on this conversation, our concerns are valid. Please do no contact our daughter anymore, as she does not need any more stress at this moment."

"YEAH, STRESS YOU GAVE HER!"

"Goodbye, Chris."

His voice was flat, cold.

"NO---DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME----I NEED TO KNOW WHY NIC----"

The line went dead.

He dialed again.

And again.

And again.

On the 8th or so time, the phone had been disconnected. "SON OF A BITCH---I WILL KILL YOU!!!!"

He peeled out of his drive way and raced down US 19 towards the nice part of Tampa.

*Chris would find out later that Nicole had missed her period and began to get worried. She stupidly had told a counselor at the school that she and Chris had hooked up when she was home and that counselor immediately told her parents. Chris would find out later that it was stress induced--or so he was told--but either way he was a little upset she said anything at all.*

Riproaring into their gated community, Chris sped up over a few lawns and slid into their driveway. Getting out, he ran to the front door. Grabbing the door handle he shoved forward. Locked.

Pounding on the door.

Pounding.

Pounding.

Pounding.

"DAMNIT!!!!!!!" Running his hands through his hair he sat down on their front steps and buried his head in his hands. He hated losing---he was a natrual born winner---but now it feels like he truly lost. All hope was lost.

......it was gods will.

3 DAYS LATER

The limo sat in the parking lot of the Tampa Events Center. The prom was beginning.....students were funneling in. Limo's were pulling in, girls in dresses and guys in tux's getting out. The sun was setting over the bay. Once everyone was inside, Chris knocked on the separating window. The driver rolled it down, "You ready?"

"Yes, but you aren't driving me to the front door......I need to you take me to this address"

He voice was emotionless, as was his expression. His eyes were empty.

"But it is prom night, you don't want to go in?"

"Oh I will go in.....but I am paying you for the evening, no? Take me to this address or some paki piece of shit taxi driver will get your business and I will tell your boss you never came....."

The driver rolled up the window, and the limo rolled out of the lot.

About 10 minutes later the limo rolled into Tampa Baptist Church, about 4 miles from Nicole's house. Chris got out, giving the driver the 5 minute sign with his hand.

Walking in he went straight to the confessional. Sitting there he waited. He heard the door open.

"How can the lord be of service to you?"

"Father, please help me for I have sinned."

"Tell me your sins"

"I fell in love with a girl with the wrong family. They have mentally, emotionally and spiritually tortured me for months now. I can't even imagine what she is feeling."

"Go On."

"Well---we have fornicated. We have fornicated over and over. I spilled my seed inside of her, and there is a chance we have concieved. Unwed. I have often thought about killing her parents. I have turned my back on the lord. I burned down a church."

"A church, you burned it?"

"Yes. The one on Dale Mabry and Lexington. That was me. And I would do it again. I have touched myself in church. I have often thought of raping the alter girls and beating the deacon with the bible. In my opinion, the bible is the greatest work of science fiction ever created."

The man on the other side of the window was mumbling in latin.

"Okay. Okay. 100 Hail Mary's, 50 Our fathers. The lord will forgive you for these atrocities, you are made in his image."

"Yes, I thought he would. But will he forgive me for what I am about to do?"

The man stayed silent. Chris left the booth and waited. After 5 or so minutes, the paster stepped out and Chris blind sided him with a vicious shot to the head, knocking him down.

Getting on top Chris began to rain punches down on the older man, quickly bloodying him. After 8 or 9 shots he dragged him by the collar into the church. The man began to beg. "Please lord......"

"Oh, god won't and can't help you tonight. Tonight, I am your god. I am your maker. I am just letting you meet me."

Dragging him up onto the alter, Chris took the bible and struck the man in the head with it. Ripping out several pages he shoved them in the pastors mouth, and took his rosary from his pocket....the same bloody one from Tommy's funeral. He wrapped it around the man's neck and pulled. After about 3 minutes the man stopped moving.

".......Lord forgive for I know not what I do."

He walked back out to the limo and gave the driver one final address.....

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Chris danced with Michelle Mitchell at prom. She had had a crush on him for quite some time. He danced with his hand on her hips, her arms over his shoulders. She smiled at him, but he had a blank expression. His eyes were distant. The music was loud, and the prom was raging. He said he was gonna go and he did.

Sirens blared outside. There was something happening. Fire trucks and EMS roared by, followed by Tampa PD. "I wonder whats happening" Michelle whispered.

"I am sure it is nothing," Chris said, "just a fire or something. It has been dry out, probably a brush fire."

She smiled, putting her head on his chest. He was going to fuck her tonight, and he didn't care.

----When the fire trucks arrived at 679 Pierce Road it was a tragic scene. The house was in shambled, as the flames ate it alive. The house was in disrepair. At this point, putting out the flames was the only option but the big house was a total loss.

"There are two bodies in there" the fireman told the chief, "we will try an extraction but at this point it may not be worth it."

"Get them out, no matter the cost! It's never a loss! Get in there and get them out, dead or alive!"

As he turned he had another fireman run up to him, walkie talkie in hand. "Sir, we have just been told about a fire at Tampa Baptist Church....looks bad. Apparently a pastor was inside."

"What the fuck!" He yelled.

When the trucks arrived at the church, it was pretty much just ashes. All that could be heard was an electronic organ wailing in the silence, the screech slicing through the gulf breeze.

====

The dance was over and Chris and Michelle got into his limo. "Hold on, I gotta take care of something." He stepped out for a second. "Make yourself comfortable."

He went around to the back of the limo and popped the trunk. Christine, Nicole's sister, was in the trunk. Her hands were tied and duck tape was over her mouth. "Greerrph! rrrppph!" She pleaded under the tape. Chris smiled a sick smile at her.

[i]"May the lord be with you" he chucked a little before punching her in the face, rendering her unconscious.

Slamming the trunk he jumped in, and the limo headed to the hotel on the bay.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you? You consistently put your foot in it, and I think it is amusing, honestly.

I can't even begin to address everythig you said. But I will try to get as much of it under my belt as possble. You are a nothing, Reverend, a pee-on, a nobody. And when I take your precious little girl Dolly to pound town on Saturday.......in more ways than one.......you will be able to do nothing but watch from the burn unit on television. As I stand over Dolly's lifeless body, beaten broken and bloody, you will be able to do nothing but watch as I hoist the Savage Title. This match is a warm up for me, of sorts. But I am smart enough not to over look you. I know you are going balls to the wall to try to win this thing, and you will pull out all the stops. It is the same thing I said vs. Isabella....you need his match more than I do. You are desperate. You are an animal trapped in a corner. Well I am the exterminator, and I am coming to erradicate you.

Your childish insults sound more like those hurled at a nerd on an elementary school playground than those of a grown man trying to insult another grown man. If I am not mistaken, you called me a 'little lather lipped, Bruce Jenner lovin’, wrist cuttin’, bunghole stuffin’, scrotum clutchin’, paint huffin’, pecker muddin’ pansy assed pot licker'. That isn't insulting, it is corny. That sounds like an Amish kid who just learned a cuss but doesn't wanna do it so skates around the subject. You claim homosexuality..that is funny. Isn't this entire match about my love for a girl? You need to pay more fucking attention before you go dissing people. You just sound ignorant.

Quote:"“Shocked? I can’t say I am… in my short dealings with this ‘man’, I’ve become thoroughly convinced that this ‘man’ has a close, maybe even direct, relationship with the Devil. That must be the reason why he gets handed such worthless opponents that he’s barely skated by against, while racking up an impressive win/loss record, and now he’s in line to be handed a title called the ‘Savage Championship’."

That part is correct. I am in line to be handed a title, but it is a title I truly deserve. And the best part about it is I have to take your little girl apart to do it. I am convinced that I am a product of the Devil, because I am beyond evil. I don't have a heart anymore. Maybe I am lusty. Why do you think I linked up with Jenny Myst on Savage? She is hot, and I am helping her out. She is helping me too, as you saw if you watched the show. Damn she is hot......

....My apologies, that was inappropriate wasn't it? Ask if if I give a flying fuck. I say what I want when I want to who I want. I am savage. I am not American hating, I hate everyone. And yes, I am blood thirsty. YOUR blood. And I will take it on Wednesday. Be sure of that.

When I prove FACT to you about Jesus in the Qur'an, you don't recognize it. All you do is try to reverse the words with false logic and your jesus-induced boner. He is the most quoted prophet because ALL RELIGIONS ARE THE SAME--and all are bullshit. You need to get that fact through your thick head. You need to realize that Wednesday night when you feel those flames ravish you, there will be no God, no Jesus there to help you. All there will be is the Devil, and he will burn your flesh and smile as you scream.

Turd Burgler? For real? I am trying very hard to keep my cool. I honestly don't know how to respond to that. That is like a little kid on the play ground......No, You are! No you!

Truly pathetic.

There isn't one thing about you that is genuine. There isn't one thing about you that is real. You are so enveloped in your own bullshit that your eyes are basically gone. Your eyes are covered in shit.

I will rip and tear your flesh. Do you think is the first time I've burned a body alive? I have no issue with inflicting pain. I have no issue with hurting, maiming, and ending careers. I have no issue with killing. Maybe I am evil. I take pride in being evil. I take pride in it because it has made me who I am. It has made me successful. I will send you back to East Bumfuck Kentucky with your tail between your legs and a gimp in your step. And with all of the anal sex references you made....I have to believe that perhaps that is a closet fetish of yours. That is your hidden fetish. I mean seriously, I think I counted like 5 or 6 buttfucking references in one promo. It HAS to be something you enjoy. Maybe you are secretly evil too, and every dick you take in the ass in secret makes you feel a little less worse about yourself.

Does your precious daughter know about your ass fucking?

I will be sure to tell her as I pin her shoulders to the matt and beat her for the title I rightfully deserve.

Maybe things are looking up for me. By the end of this week I will have successfully taken out what is left of this retched Water's family, and will have run through this companies so called "elite" and taken them to church, so to speak. You claim I haven't gotten good opponents yet, and maybe I haven't. But what makes you so much better than them? Hell, even Isabella knew the true ways of the world, as weird as she is.

So....Mr. Waters, I ask you. I beg you. Say your prayers tonight. Get on your knees, which I am sure is your specialty and I KNOW is your daughters, and say your prayers. Beg for help. Beg for forgiveness. Talk to your phony lord. Ask him to guide you...

.........When you lay on your back Wednesday night, staring up at the lights, you will feel every flame as it melts your flesh. And the organ, that terrible, terrible machine, will be drowned out by your own screams of anguish. When your skin melts off your body I want you to realize that only the strong survive, and men make choices in this world. There is no god. There is no savior. There is only pain.

There is only evil.

They Say Evil Prevails When Good Men Fail To Act, What They Ought To Say Is.....Evil Prevails.

Let us pray......

.........let you be equalized.

When you hear that guitar riff of my entrance music, you will know that it is game over.

Your day of reckoning is coming. I am going to put you on the shelf for good.

Fade to black.

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XWF RECORD:

4-2-1

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