The camera opens on Nico sitting in an office chair smoking a short goldenrod cigar, the blinds behind him showing the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. He takes it out and blows the smoke out through his nose before opening his mouth.


You know, I've always said know your enemy. I've always been an advocate of The Art of War, almost more so than I advocate the Necronomicon. If you're a business owner, wrestler, or just a human, reading The Art of War and taking its content to heart. It will help you more than a non-religious book should. Of course, people still don't, and thus, they end up making false assumptions about me that are broad, wildly incorrect pieces of gossip that show no signs of effort.

Why? It takes me five minutes to read up on my opponents, why can't you take the same five minutes? I run an entertainment company, we cover all fields of indulgence, from gambling to gaming, from betting to blowjobs. And, despite this massive field, I still manage to study my opponents. Chris Chaos is just a wrestler. A wrestler who trains and… that's about it. He has no reason to not study his opponents. But he still goes ahead and says this shit.

Chris Chaos Said:This tattoo sleeved pretty boy who thinks he is Mr. Hustler. Cards, hookers, and booze.

…have you seen anything that I've done in the XWF? Because most of the time my wife Ophelia is right by me. In fact, she's pretty much always within twenty feet of me. Whenever we're separated, we aren't for very long. And when have I ever played cards on camera? Like, how did you even come to that assumption? I dress nice and have have an affinity for a good drink, but does that really make me a hustler?

Chris Chaos Said:Chris took shits bigger than this guy anyway, he had to be like 100 pounds soaken wet.

Where did you get this information? It says right on the XWF website that I'm 260 lbs. Does my suit really make me look that lanky? I guess wearing pretentious shades takes up too much of your time to even learn base knowledge about me.

Speaking of pretentious, Kitt Kennedy has some bullshit to say. Probably something about how he doesn't have to prove shit, because blonde pretty boys like him are broken records.

Kitt Kennedy Said:Nico, you wanted me to prove myself? You said for me to make you look weak? (laughs) Be careful what you wish for because sometimes you actually get it.

Ugh, that old fucking cliche. I hope I do get it, then I might have respect for you.

Alex Said:Don’t forget, he made it a point to let you know he’s 6’ 4” too.

So you think you'll make me look weak when you have a diet Roxy Cotton as your arm candy?

Kitt Kennedy Said:(looks at Alex, smirking) I didn’t know that stacked shit that high!

I hope R. Lee Ermey kicks you in the balls for that shitty use of a classic line. I do have to give you credit, though. You didn't hold your victory over Hightower over our heads like I thought you would. Maybe you should, though, cause then, when you realize that your past doesn't mean anything in wrestling because you're facing new opponents, you'd be able to at least remember the one time you beat up a blue haired smart mouth.

To be honest, I don't have much material to work with here. No one else has spoken up. Kristen is the cumdumpster of The Union, Dolly would be Heyman’s worst client if Curtis Axel didn't exist, and Isabella is… well, I actually respect her deeply for teaching Ophelia witchcraft. Sorry for the boringness, but don't blame me, blame the no-showers.

OOC: Didn't intend to Novabag. I'll only post one thing tomorrow.

Overall Record: 2-8-1.

1x Federweight Champion.

Shitlist: Izzy Ravenwolf, Nate Higgers.

“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.”
― Anatole France