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Chris Chaos · (07-20-2017)

The problem is, pain is easy to fight. It's an undesirable situation, and with pain usually comes a sense of danger, something filling you with energy and inner strength to struggle your way out of it. But pleasure... it's so much more insidious, your body wants it, releases chemicals that relax you and fill you with the urge to just... let it happen.

Sometimes when you love someone or something, there are impulses. You do things without thinking because of how that thing or how that person makes you feel.

When you dedicate your entire life to them, and you care more about their overall happiness than even your own. When you put them before yourself constantly, because if they are happy you will be by default.

That was how it was with Nicole. It didn't matter what she did or what she said, she was always right in Chris's eyes. Even when she cheated on him with Jason, he brought himself to believe that he somehow baited her into doing it. Forced her, somehow. She would never be that downright cold on her own, would she?

When he saw her behind that Wal-Mart in Dothan, Alabama, when he was preparing for his match against Caedus, he saw what she had become. A once promising girl, beautiful, from a wealthy family and the world in her palm. But a girl who was troubled, had demons, and ones that Chris had taken care of himself. When he dispatched Jason, when he burned down her childhood home with her parents inside it, when he kidnapped and raped her sister after she stood him up at prom.....he did all this for her. To make her see.......

He did it so she would love him.

As he sat on the porch of his hotel, Jenny was packing to head to LAX. She didn't have a Warfare match so she would be going back to being a valet for one night only in Belgium.

He looked out over the massive expanse of Universal Studios, and sighed to himself. Sure, he loved Jenny, but she wasn't Nicole.

His eyes closed and let his mind travel. He remembered seeing her sitting there.....what had she become?

He had a chance to help her. It had been almost 15 years of back and forths, heartbreak and reattachment, heartbreak and picking pieces up. He would have taken a bullet for her, without hesitation, and would have ended his life to make sure hers was better.

But her life was shit now. She was a junkie, living behind a Wal-Mart, who knows how many diseases. Part of him wanted to scoop her up right there and bring her back to Tampa, to end this all and get her the help she needed.

But he, in that moment, decided he needed to let her go. The Universal Title was more important. So he walked away. He let that chapter of his life stay behind him, and shut the book.

He then went on to lose to Jim Caedus, again.

Now what did he have? Nothing. No title, no Nicole, no respect.

He just had some fuck tard named Travis McCoy to beat and to send home to St. Louis as a truly broken man. What had his life become?

****////****

"You wanna hit this?" Nicole asked, coughing.

Chris shook his head, putting his hand up. He got piss tested for basketball, but cheerleaders never got tested. She could do what she wanted.

"Suit yourself" she said with a giggle. She took another huff of the joint.

The party was loud with music blaring. A cloud of smoke covered the ceiling, and it was difficult to see the television. Underage drinking was running rampant, and there had already been a few fights. He didn't care about any of it, as long as Nicole was safe.

But she was making bad decisions left and right. She brought the beer to her mouth, finishing a big swig with a laugh as her friends gossiped about their peers and how terrible their hair and nails were. Chris was probably the only one here who didn't come from an $800,000 house. Hell, you could barely call it a house. He didn't belong with these people, but he belonged with Nicole.

****////****

His thoughts were broken by his cell phone ringing.

He hung up, his eyes wide.

"Jen.....change the plane tickets....we are making a pit stop."

She looked at him inquisitively.

"We are making a pit stop in Tampa."

TO BE CONTINUED

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"So, it is news to me, but I must be the number one seed in this entire thing. Because this skid-mark named Travis McCoy is my round 1 draw? This has to be the XWF Equivalent of a March Madness 1 vs. 16. I am the only one on the card who has a match against someone I've never fucking heard of. But thank god for technology, right? I did a little searching for this puddle of pre-cum and I found some very interesting information out.

Travis McCoy, the man who made his big bad comeback by battling to a draw with John Holiday, was in a medically induced coma after suffering a massive concussion---a series of many. Half his ugly face is paralyzed. This may seem like the great return of an XWF superstar after a hardship plagued his career. But I am the spoiler of great returns. Just ask Steve Davids. He was an actual "legend" returning for one more go-round, and I planted him in the center of the ring 1-2-3. Travis McCoy is a returning superstar--and I use that term loosely--whose last loss was Kristen Silver in a battle for the High Stakes Green Chip. Ya know, back when XWF had that turtle logo and nobody took them seriously? Yeah, then. Kristen Silver, really? That was way back in May of 2016. That was the last people saw of you, and trust me, they didn't miss you. I am the wrecking ball. I am the one who gets the job done when low caliber jagoffs try to sling lead. I am the one who has had the single biggest impact of any superstar on this roster to date. Fuck just title, fuck SOTM's and Promo's of the Month, fuck accolades.....I am the one who this company lives and dies behind. If I were gone tomorrow this company would implode in on itself. If you were gone tomorrow, Travis, there would be rejoicing in the streets. That is the difference between you and I.

Way to be original, Travis. How many times have I went back to my childhood home, or Nicole's childhood home, or where I grew up in general. A thousand times from a thousand hacks? Why is it that your words slice so hard yet reek of irony and ignorance. This tragedy turned triumph, this rising up from peril and coming back to become a god among men, it has been said before. I'm fine with it, don't get me wrong---you do you---but don't preach "hack" then fire off two promo's about the same tired cliche you are bitching about. It's not becoming of you. Every wrestler in the history of wrestling has cut a promo just like yours. There is nothing unique or special about it. Hell at least Steve David's brought a spin to the table. At least he and his false prophit I am god bullshit was unique. You're just a walking, talking, piece of glass that is one head shot away from being in tomorrow's newspaper. The fact that you are even medically cleared to leave the house without a helmet and one of those giant hamster bubbles like the boy from the movie is fucking shocking. I guess medical technology isn't where I thought it was. I mean you can't even tag each other in football anymore but this walking billboard for brain damage is allowed to get into the ring with the most dangerous man on the roster?

That is just bad booking.

But big bad Travis McCoy wants to let his mouth write checks that his concussed ass can't cash. So fine, he is going to play with the big boys now. He waited in line this long, and now he has entered Fight Club.

Rule number one, don't talk about fight club.

But that is a pointless rule now, isn't it?

You suffer from the same syndrome Raven does. You were a big fish in a small pond back when this company was a small fish in a big pond. The talent now is better than it has ever been. You were middle of the road THEN, so what does that make you now? You're just like every tough talking wrestler who comes through here hoping for glitz and glamour. You aren't shit. You weren't shit. You won't be shit.

What you spewed from your half-paralyzed jaw muscle was nothing more than a sob story. Your first promo was like something they show on Lifetime on Sunday afternoons. The hospital, the machines, the nurses pity the makeshift description of a tragic plight of a fallen star. It's all a sympathy grab, to scramble up a few votes before you step into that ring and get trampled.

It's important that I understand YOU? Buddy, I think you have it backwards. I don't think you know exactly who it is that I am. I am not John Holliday, trust me. I am a machine that knows one thing, and that is winning big matches and being the most dominant force on this roster. I have built a name early on. I have become someone that nobody wants to be on the card against. And you? Well....hell....if I can be honest for a minute........we all forgot you even existed here.

Brutal?

Maybe.

But true.

Are you even medically cleared to get on an airplane? Or will the change in cabin pressure at 30 thousand feet turn that already fragile brain into mashed potatoes?

You see, Travis, I am your worst case scenario. Because I don't care if I hurt you. I don't care if I end your pathetic excuse of a career and make any hope of you doing anything outside a wheelchair just a dream. You see, I am not your typical opponent. I don't enter the ring just to win, I enter the ring to maim and mangle. To make sure they are never the same again. All you want to talk about is coma this and coma that, and I don't know who you are and yadda yadda.

Whaaaaaa, whaaaaa, my daddy saved me. Travis.......please, spare us. Holy shit, I wish Kid Kool pushed that marker even further into your eye. I wish he went back into your skill with it. He would have saved all of our ears from bleeding. You spent SIX FUCKING MONTHS, as you put it, in a hospital bed reliving the highlight reel of your middle of the road career. I spent SIX FUCKING MONTHS building myself up as the best professional wrestler on planet earth.

There is a difference here.

You're out of shape. Your overweight.

And you flat out suck.

I am the best in the world......

At what I do.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:"I've felt pain that would absolutely break a man and it did. It fucking broke me. It hardened me It made me who you met last year"

Do you mean the same you that Kristen Silver put out of action? That you? Or the Triple Threat Match vs. Makaveli and Ophelia McVeigh?

Chris runs the tape on the match in the background.

Travis caught Ophelia as soon as Mak cleared out with a huge boot. Travis falls to his face. The blood loss and general beating is keeping him from making the pin. All three men lay motionless in the ring.

That seems to be the trend with you huh? You sure know how to take a beating.

Travis falls to his face.

Travis falls to his face.

Travis falls to his face.

Travis falls to his face.

Travis falls to his face.

Travis falls to his face.

Every single match I watch of yours, this tends to be the general outcome. But they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Your grandfather was the most epic failure and sorry excuse for a human being I've ever had the misfortune of researching. My internet browser is as slow as dial up now by just typing his name in.

And your father? Holy jumping fucking shitballs. Your father was nothing but a j o b b e r and even your

grandfather didn't see enough potential in him to stick around. He found himself some hooker at a motel who felt sorry enough for him to fuck him for free, and here comes Travis.

Your father decided he wanted to train you to be tough, from his wheel chair, because he couldn't take a piledriver like a real man. but hey, if you can dodge a wrench you can dodge a ball, right?

Then you began to get injured, and ended up in a coma.

Travis, just bite the bullet already my man. Just end it. Just put a .30 Ot 6 in your windpipe and pull on the little metal trigger. Your father built you from the ground up and you cursed him.....well, he built a feeble house with tainted wood, and threw it up in front of a tornado. He was a failure, his father was a failure, and YOU Travis, YOU are a failure. You are going to travel half way around the fucking world and lose in round one.........

I'll know your pain?

Nope.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:You'll beg me to stop

There is a better chance of Barney Green running a 6 minute mile.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:You'll wish you'd considered another line of work

When this match is done you will have no choice but to consider a different line of work. Perhaps the circus? That will be about the brain capacity you will have left.

Step Right Up! Step Right Up! Come see the human brick! Stubborn as a brick, and with the same intelligence!

You're such a smuck. You get no sympathy points from me.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:You don't offend me in any special way.

Good. I don't have to offend you now. But you will be highly, highly disrespected when I step into that ring with you for the King of the Ring tournament you're going to be more than offended....you will be straight up depressed.

I am going to beat you pillar to post, because I can.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:You're not an embarrassment to our business. You're a real challenger. You're a real wrestler. You're...almost good.

I am the best this business has to offer. Look what I just did to the number one contender to the Universal Title. Look what I did to AX3. Look what I did to Brock Freaking Lesnar. You're just delusional, maybe those brain meds are starting to stockpile in your cerebral cortex. You are really beginning to make me think you may not be eligible or suitable for employment. You need help.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:I don't respect you...we won't be friends after this. We won't be grabbing beers later. This isn't going to be a love fest, but I'm not going to threaten to rape you, I'm not going to question your sexuality or talk about your girlfriends ass. I'm not what you're used to here.

You're right, you aren't what I am used to here. I am used to men who stand up and fight, not make excuses, not look for sympathy, not claim that their lack of skills and their ability to take a beating like Rihanna in a sports car is a reason they are "tough". Look at my kill sheet, Travis. It includes names like Doctor D'ville, Thaddeus Duke, Dolly Waters, Micheal Graves, Brock Lesnar, Gabe Reno, James Raven......

I haven't won all my matches here, and in my mind I've lost some that I shouldn't have. But NEVER ONCE have I lost to someone below my skill level that didn't have to resort to cheating. Lethal Lottery tournament, Gabe hit me with a chair and I was pinned by Crowe. In the Hell in a Cell Match at Lethal Lottery, Vinnie Lane got involved and distracted me. The cruise ship, I wasn't pinned. Duke, Doc, they each got a piece and scored a W, but they are among the best here as well. I am 35-13-2 here, Travis and that is opting into EVERY SINGLE CARD MINUS ONE SINCE AUGUST. I put myself through the grind, and sure, sometimes I feel worn out and I feel like maybe I am over extending myself. But the other part of me feels like I have an obligation to be the best, to be a leader by example, and to continue to bring a little chaos into an otherwise bland company.

I am used to stepping into the ring with the best this business has to offer on a nightly basis and being a main stay in the main event picture. I am used to BEATING the best in the business.

Travis McCoy, Human Cyborg Relations Said:You're going to wish I was.

You're right, I do wish you were. That would give my win a little credibility. That would give me a win over someone who doesn't draw with John Holliday. You're right, I am going to wish you were from here and now because then beating you may actually be an accomplishment.

Those jokes you talked about? Gilmour and Green? Sure, I can joke about them because I BEAT Gilmour, TWICE and Green only opts in when Golden Corrall closes for the evening, but both of those men would rip your ass from limb to tatooed limb. Green would probably eat you, shit he eats everything else. Either of them and I would be moving on?

Yeah, most likely. But with you, I am going to embarrass you. I am going to make you wish you never came back. I am going to make you wish you were still in a coma.

I am going to make you wish.....you never......woke up......

Chaos is coming."

35-13-2

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