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Chris Chaos · (10-11-2016)

CHAPTER 6: EXPLAINING THE CHAOS

The room was barren. Paint chipped, peeling, and a complete mess. There were chairs, and pieces of chairs, dirty tables, old cables, TV’s, mops and buckets, cleaning materials. It looked, in all essence, like a boiler room. It was lit by a single candle. Chris could only be seen because his hair glowed in the dim candle light. He was sitting in a rickety chair he had obviously found in the room. He didn’t look pleased, but then again, when does he ever?

“So the Doctor has finally decided that he needed get his piece out, to air his grievances with me, and to try to make me look stupid by picking apart every single word I said. He did his research, I appreciate that. He also made assumptions about my past that seemed a bit logical, but were not proven nor did they have evidence to support them. He is clearly rattled, going to any and all lengths to attack and degrade my integrity, intelligence, and overall moral compass. He has gone to lengths to make me seem like I am a mental patient---which seems to be his M.O hence why he claims to “fix” people---and make me seem like I really don’t know what I am talking about. Well, let me tell you, I know EXACTLY what I am talking about. Let me take this airtime that XWF has so graciously granted me to explain myself, my past, the future, and my previous words. Explain the chaos, if I may."

Clearing his throat, Chris continued.

“Doctor obviously knows a lot about me, or at least he thinks he does. He sure seems to be confident in airing out my dirty laundry, and seemed rather content to bring out the past I have already discussed—even mimicking it for, what I can only imagine to be, shock value. As I am sure you saw, in the most recent presidential debate Donald Trump chalked his comments about women up to being “locker room talk”. Boys will be boys, Doc. And boys talk. When I first mentioned you, waaaaaaaay back in my first promo, I was an overwhelmingly cocky jock. You tell me ONE guy who hasn’t sat around and shot the shit, saying they were better than someone else at something at some point in their lives. Then, I did some research and I smartened up. I realized just who it was I was facing. If you want to hang on my arrogance, go ahead, but I am pretty sure that I have spent 3 promo’s now telling you how good you are…….but how much better I am.

….Because it is true……

But let’s get ONE thing clear. I have NEVER once thought I am in over my head. In fact, I feel right at home and as comfortable as ever. Do you think you are the only one who has been in dangerous matches? The only one who has pushed himself to the limit to be the best? And apparently my little Television Title coo was above your head. I thought it was genius...apparently you don’t share my sentiments. No worries, we don’t all understand Chaos Theory. But as I watched your promo, it is clear you did your homework. You clearly watched mine. You absorbed every word I said, and you analyzed it your own way. I can’t be mad at that. I mean hell, you pinned the UNIVERSAL champion after all. You must know what you are doing around here……

….Wasn’t it me that has said since day 1 that he is a joke? I have said since Day 1 I was coming for his belt. Eventually, I’ll get it. I mean for real….the dude barely fights. I don’t remember the last time I watched him on a show. Yet, his highlights from winning this belt at a PPV back in mid summer is running on the XWF homepage? Just goes to show you…..you don’t have to work hard to be the king around here, Doc.

…..But you do have to work hard to get a chance to be. I am in awe of your accomplishments I truly am. You are a legend around these parts. But I am the New Era. I have said it before and I will say it a million times over. XWF is mine. And yes, I said I want a shot at Ghost Tank because I know damn well that is the only title they will let me sniff around here. There is no way they will put a rabid animal like me in the ring with Scully….it’s a bad business move. At least, Doc, I am gunning for a title. Do you know how many people, who sit below your golden throne here, are content with coming to work everyday as a mid-carder? Who never call out champs? Who have no drive to succeed. The two little fucks that were just announced a my opponents on Savage are a prime example. Hell, even Kitt Kennedy had some sort of drive….though it was for the special ed title. You know this all though, don’t ya doc? You probably don’t because you sit high above them like a king over his peasant villagers. You were “KING” here at one point if I’m not mistaken…...maybe you let that all go to your head. At least you don’t dress like a total tool like Scully.

And Doc I said I will make you bleed regardless of the stip that I can’t use weapons. Nobody said anything about not bleeding. I think you heard me wrong. And your little Iron Man Matches…..would you like a trophy for that? A prize? Some sort of pat on the back. Congrats Doc, you’re extreme.

He slow claps

It is also clear based on your promo shoot that I respect you a whole hell of a lot more than you respect me. That was my entire MO doc. To make you respect me, whatever it takes. Do you respect those 6 people who have tarnished your record? Hell, you are 12-1 on this program. 12-1 on Wednesday Nights since Warfare began. Do you not respect men such as Thunderbolt X, such as Gator? Hell Gator has beaten ya twice. We know how you feel about Lane, LH Harison? You aren’t untouchable, Doc. I bet you will even go as far as to say that your one loss on this program isn’t even your fault. X got pinned, and you suffered for it. Isn’t that the truth?

I know it eats you Doctor. It makes you ill. And your draw is Morbid Angel? Is that why you count draw’s as losses? Because you can’t bare to think that you just weren’t good enough on one night to win…..but weren’t bad enough to lose? Because you can’t get over the fact that someone else may have been better than you. That’s not me, Doc. Win lose or draw I will tell everyone how it is. If you beat me, I’ll take responsibility. If I beat you, I’ll gloat. If we draw, I’ll add a 3 to the third column of my record with no shame.

On the converse side Doc, I am starting to think that maybe you are the little bitch. I get aggressive one time. I call you out. I say I am going to beat you. You begin to panic. ‘Oh no, what do I do? Oh I know, I’ll remind him how good I am! That’ll back him off!’…..Doc, I already knew how good you are. I didn’t need a history lesson. All the matches you have been in, all he titles you have held, both namesake and physical, none of them mean anything. They are just words. Every time you step into that ring you have a new challenge, and a new challenger, and sometimes that challenger is going to be tougher than you expected. Do you know what this reminded me of, Doc? Let’s say we are third graders on the playground playing kickball. You are the kickball king. I am new to the school and don’t have many friends yet. I come over, and I tell you I want to play. I tell you I had a pretty successful kickball career myself in my past school and I think I can beat you! What do you do? You tell me that you have been on the winning team 100 times, and won Kick Ball Champion 8 times, and was voted the best Kick Ball Players in the town 6 times……. yet, I just stood there listening. I’m still gonna beat you, but I’ll let you finish pushing your chest out for a bit first. It’s amusing.

THAT is what this equates to, Doc. Trivial nonsense. None of it matters until we step into that ring on Wednesday Night. My record, your record, none of it. It is who is the bigger man and the better man that night. You see I may not like you, but I respect the hell out of you…..so I know what you bring to the table. You don’t respect me and don’t think I am what I say…..

….you may be unpleasantly surprised.”

CHAPTER 7: THE FINAL HOO-RAH

The candle had blown out, as smoke billowed around the room. Stepping outside, into the light, we see Chris is wearing an XWF tee shirt, blue with white writing, and jeans with work boots. His hair is down, and white Oakley sunglasses sit atop his head.

Stepping out into the light, Chris could hear the mob of people who had surrounded the building chanting. “FOOOK DOKTOR DEEVILL!” “FOOOK DOKTOR DEEVILL!” “FOOOK DOKTOR DEEVILL!”

For a moment, Chris felt like a king figure. Doctor D’Ville wanted to have a church burning event? He wanted to mock Chris? Hell, it wasn’t mocking, it was honor. Sometimes insult is the greatest form of flattery.

Maybe he would burn another one down, just for the fuck of it. Show that its really not a huge deal. Doc wasn’t the only one that could speak in front of a large crowd. Chris could, had, and will.

“Ladies and Gentleman!” He began, “please quiet down and let me speak to you regarding the event coming up in just a handful of hours”.

Chris adjusted his glasses atop his head, and made sure everyone was paying attention.

“I am going up against the good doctor this week. I have to let all of you know that I am not a good person, and I have done a lot of bad things. The doctor decided to visit my past by inviting people to burn a church with him. A true satanist. I honestly felt he would be a bit more creative than that. I mean, been there done that. So I figured I WOULD be creative. I would do something that is fun for you all, to show you why I am that much better and that much smarter than the doctor is.”

Pulling out a decoy he had obviously made, that looked exactly like the doctor, he threw it into the streets.

“He wants to burn churches, but doesn’t realize that a fire still burns within his a soul. A fire that I am going to extinguish by flame. A fire I am going to add to, drowning him in a lava bath. Go ahead, everyone……..pull out your lighters, and your matches….burn this imposter. Burn the doctor. Just like he is going to get burned Wednesday Night.”

The entire crowd continues to chant, “FOOK DOKTOR DEEVIL, FOOK DOKTOR DEEVIL, FOOK DOKTOR DEVIL” as they lit this carcass by flame. Chris got into his rental truck, and hooked the fake mannequin up to the trailer hitch. As the town’s people threw shit and it and spit, the chant continued….he dragged the flaming carcass through the streets towards the arena. He was dragged the devil straight to hell…..and hell was the stadium in Oslo.

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“Doctor, I have already said all I need to say. It is clear you are scrambling. Every single one of these citizens IS going to show up. And they are all rooting against you. I know, you don’t care right? Sure. You know damn well that the ball is in my court. You know damn well that the advantage is now in my camp. You know damn well that I am coming with backup. For the first time in my life, the fans will be chanting for me. I am going to channel that energy and use it to continue to rise. Get up, time and time again. No matter how badly you beat me, I will continue to get up. You have clout here, sure, but I have heart. I am going to use that heart to destroy the black abyss that used to hold yours.

I saw your final words. You are GOING to beat me? Seem a bit foolishly confident doctor. You are shaking inside. I can sense it. Like a wolf or a shark that smells blood, you are wounded, and I am swooping in like the predator I am for the kill. I have nothing left to say. Honestly at this point I would just be repeating myself. It has all been said. No more talking, Doc. We have both brought our verbal A games and have attacked each other. I know what you come with, and you know what I come with. No more cheap talk. No more back and forth. This comes down to fists. Now, let the best man win. Is it me or is it you? The ring will decide.

….I will see you Wednesday and I will bring the fire. The question is, will you continue to have yours? I sure hope.

….I sure hope.

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