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Chris Chaos · (02-04-2020)

Welcome to the birth of a storm
It's another hurricane tornado warning
Tension swelling, bodies are swarming
There's no escape from the vortex forming

March Madness is upon us. Tis the season for another major XFW Pay Per View. Just one year ago, there was a tyrannical leader running roughshod over the XWF. Just a year ago APEX was the biggest name in sports entertainment and Chris Chaos was a desperate former champion obsessed with gaining back his gold.

Now, Chris Chaos is back with a Hart Title shot in his back pocket. APEX has been disbanded and Robert Main run out of XWF after being exposed, twice, by an XWF legend. Now Main is back, vowing to make Chaos's life hell, while claiming Apex is still breathing.

The air was cold in Vermont, and there was snow on the ground. Chris had only seen snow a handful of times in his life, he never really understood it. The last time he came to Vermont, he remembered the people smelling really bad and wearing plaid all the time, their hair in dried out dreaded locks and piercings where they didn't belong.

Another thing that he remembered was how everyone looked so strung out. Even way back then, the opioid problem seemed to run rampant in Vermont. One incident stood out in his mind......

February, 2010

Chris was in Vermont for an event with Phoenix Wrestling. They were performing at the University of Vermont's Gutterson Fieldhouse. As a part of PW's college tour, it was the first time Chris had ever been to the Northeast.

He was getting coffee at a little shop in the town when he noticed a man sitting on a park bench. There was snow all over the bench, and it looked as though the man didn't bother to clean it off before he sat down. His breath was visible in ragged gasps, small puffs of air coming out like steam from engine pipes. The man looked unkempt, long hair coming out from under a woolen cap, one of those with the flaps on the sides like dog ears, and and his clothes looked as though they hadn't been washed in months.

The man had one sleeve rolled up, and he appeared to be biting something. Something black. Chris went in to get his coffee, paying this man no mind. Nobody seemed to pay much attention to those who were down and out--they just went about their own way and didn't get involved.

When Chris walked back out of the store, his breath also visible in the crisp Vermont winter air, he turned his head to look towards the man. He was slumped over, his head to his chest and there was a needle sticking out of his arm. Chris sipped his coffee, looking at the man, realizing he wasn't moving. The tattoo on his arm said "hopeless."

Walking over to him, he noticed what appeared to be a few dollars in the mans upper shirt pocket. Chris lifted his head, the mans eyes were straight ahead staring, but empty in a way. His tongue was out as his jaw muscles relaxed. Chris let his head fall back down and grabbed the few bucks from his pocket, walking away with a chuckle.

It is so easy to kick someone when they are down. Chris thought nothing of it.

He lost his match that night.

February, 2020

Chris and Jenny, hand in hand, walked into a coffee shop in town. It would be nice to get out of the snow and cold, and a little caffiene wouldn't hurt either. They got into the store, Jenny pulled her face warmer down and Chaos unfurled his scarf. The moment he walked in, something felt off.

Jenny poked around at the tourist-trap coffee mugs and the UofV tee shirts for sale against the back wall. She just had to get a tee shirt wherever they went.

Women.

As Chris put in his coffee order, he had a feeling come over him that he couldn't quite put a finger on. The man smiled at him, taking his order with the friendliness that Vermont is known to emobdy.

As Chris pulled out a few bucks for the coffee's, he noticed the man's arms. They had scars from needle points that had all scabbed over and a tat on his arm that said.......

Hopeless

Hopeful

His eyes went wide.

This man was down and out, was a nobody with nothing left going on. Now he was clean cut, had a job and the lanyard around his neck said UVM. He had turned his life around........he now had hope......

Chris handed the man a few extra dollars.

"Keep the change......." he said.

The man looked confused but smiled and said "Thank you."

Chris and Jenny walked out of the coffee shop, sipping on their warm brews and taking in the scenery. It was snowing again in Burlington.

For the first time in a long time, Chris has hope. The APEX era was over and the era of Chaos was just beginning.

Oh, what a vortex this was.

WELCOME TO THE VORTEX

I'M BAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK

"You and I meet again, but this time the circumstances are different. When you beat me before, you had the world in your palm. You were on top of the world. You were the Golden Boy. I was the outcast, a thorn in the side of the established order, a pariah that they just wanted gone. You were the coddled one, the protected champion who faced lesser competition night in and night out because someone writing the checks thought your scruffy face was to be the face of this company. You had APEX by your side, you had management in your back pocket, and you had an ego the size of the western hemisphere.

What was Chris Chaos? A broken man, obsessed with holding a title that had long since passed him by. A man who refused to conform, refused to be just any old name on the roster, a man who refused to just go away. Chris Chaos was a man who let the belt you held control his entire life. I couldn't focus, I couldn't sleep. My body went to shit, my skills deteriorated, my mind was mush. I didn't want to be here if I couldn't be the Universal Champion. I looked at you, and I saw you win night in and night out, with the deck stacked against every opponent. The help you would receive, the backup you had if needed. I had no more friends. All I had in my corner was Jenny, and she is good for an interference here and there but when it came to true muscle.....I think we both know why I was screwed on that front. I alienated everyone that showed interest in helping me. You took all the help you could get.

Now, I would be a fool to sit here and say that you aren't top tier. You're one of the best to ever do this. But I can't help but to think that there is an asterisk on your name. You didn't need all that help you got, Robert, but you soaked it in like a college co-ed on spring break, and that has more than one meaning. The idea of Robert Main, it used to strike fear into the very core of the swiss cheese roster we had back then. Then soft, moldy interior of perhaps the weakest roster in history, masked by the "champion" who had the administration do everything but wipe his ass for him. I had none of that.

I always would wonder why they hated me. Maybe it was because I re-kindled with Gabe Reno, and put my differences aside. Maybe it was because I was brash and non-conforming. Maybe it was because I wouldn't be their puppet. It used to bother me, and when you hid behind Jim Caedus and stacked the deck against me for that final match......I knew I was cooked. I knew my time was up. I knew the era of Robert Main would continue until someone with a little more testicular fortitude came along and knocked him off. I knew then that Robert Main had effectively killed the company I loved so dearly.

Someone needed to knock you off.....

Enter Unknown Soldier.

Not only did he cash in on you, he beat you in the rematch you huffed and puffed to get. I sat there and I wondered why I was a respected champion turned joke. Why I was the one who was expected to lose. Why I became comic relief instead of a valued roster member. I wondered why I was the one who was cashed in upon and never got back to the glory I once held. I left this company disgraced, in shambles, and wondering if I would ever be what I was again.

But nothing lasts forever. APEX is dead. Robert Main, as we know him, is dead.

What do I mean?

I came back to this company looking for a fresh start, willing to do whatever it took to get my name back. I came back to this company looking to build myself back up. YOU came back because the outside world wasn't the same as what you had here. I had nothing, so I came back with nothing. You had nothing, but you came back with the idea that you'd pick up where you left off.

That everyone would welcome you back with open arms. Newsflash, nobody cares about Robert Main anymore. You affectively drained the swamp, Robert. Everyone you knew, who feared you, who bowed to you, is gone. This is a new era where you sit exactly where I sit.......

Which brings me to the point.....you came back shortly after I did. What was among the first thing to leave your dick-trap? My name.

Why?

Why do you care so much about me, Robert? Why do I matter to you? Because I am your security blanket. Back in the days when you were beating me, you felt safe in your little world. Back in the days when you and me did battle, you actually felt like YOU mattered. Now I am back, and I won a match to secure a Hart Title shot......you just couldn't sit back and watch progress. You couldn't sit back and watch the man that made your sham of a title run feel safe because the management did everything they could to make you feel that way. You couldn't watch this "joke" get the last laugh.

The old management? They held Main in high regard. They would never book you against me randomly. They didn't want to risk the title being back in my hands. Now, Robert Main is back, his friends are gone, and they need to figure out what to do with you. They figured the hottest rivalry of last year would be a good way to pass the time. No titles on the line, no awesome story lines, just an extreme title match to let us beat the hell out of each other. Why would they do that to you? Well, it is simple....

They don't need you anymore.

You aren't the hot commodity you once were. You aren't the band-aid on the open, gaping, puss filled wound that was the roster back then. They don't need you because they have a strong roster, a strong champion, and they no longer need an excuse to be relevant. That is all you were, an excuse. You could be manipulated. They used you like their own inflatable sex doll.....they stuck their dick inside whenever they could and they got off on the fact that you did nothing but bask in it. And now, they're not even bothering to blow you up.

When they didn't need you any longer, did they beg you to stay? No. When they didn't need you anymore did they falter? No. They moved on. They got a new sex doll. A new, more polished, cheaper sex doll that does more of that thing they like and requires far less maintenance. All is right with the world now because The Engineer is back on top. All is right with their world because they no longer have to labor how they will put APEX over this week.....he does his own thing. No longer do they have to concern themselves with protecting their champion........

.....they no longer have to care about how bad Robert Main made them look and how they were going to fix it.

Now I, too, am back and they want to do the same thing they wanted to do back then. Use you to shut me up. You're nothing but a pawn in their chess game.....but did you ever stop to think they want us BOTH to lose?

Oh yeah, they want the old days dead and buried and you and I to sink down the mid-card depths until we both retire with whatever dignity we have left. At least before I retire, I'll have a shot at the Hart Title. What do you have besides the crumbling ruins of an empire that was nothing more than fish tank decoration in the XWF corporate office? You told me once that the past doesn't matter....that accomplishments in the record books, be it in XWF or other, don't matter to what you are doing right now. Oh the irony. Your past no longer helps you stand, you can no longer use it as a cane, as a crutch, as the legs underneath you. You start from square one, just like me, but the only difference is.......

I have nothing to lose.

You have pride on the line. I don't. I left this company at the bottom of the depths of hell, you left this company as one of the largest stars of the decade. You get to the real world and you realize that nothing will be handed to you....nobody will protect you.....and now you come back looking to run me out of town once again so that you can feel some semblance of normalcy........

The Man No Longer Matters Said:Chris Chaos I’ve heard every little word and if there is anything left after my brother the Hart Champion pummels the living hell out of you. Make no mistake about it, if you are still breathing and don’t tuck tail, I will come looking for you. I said I’d make your miserable life a living hell if you and I were both around and I meant every damn word.

Remember that, Robert? That was back on December 14th. I am sure you remember uttering those words, as someone with an ego as big as yours doesn't forget anything they say.

But what else was said that night?

Oh yes......pretty sure it was this:

Shane <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> Said:You shit heads already KNOW it was really ME who took that Universal Championship off of Robert Main’s slender waist and made sure his scam “longest reign” NEVER came to be!...........It's as if EVERYTHING you've gone through - all you thought you affected - has been retroactively cleansed from history!

Welcome BACK, bitch. And I do… mean… BACK.

Who do you think it was who pulled the strings to get me back here, Main? Before our last match I said, win loss or draw, I was going to bury APEX and kill the "legacy". I was going to bring you down to my level and show you what it meant to be equalized.

Well here we are. Shane pulled the strings to get me back....he had a hand in getting me back.....and I had a hand in making sure that your title reign meant absolutely nothing.

So here we are......you and me, but different circumstances. I am calm, cool, collected....you are scrambling to find yourself in a world that forgot you existed. I am back, and with Shane

in my corner.......now I am the one who knows how it feels to be equalized.

Think about it.

I ruined your career, much like you ruined mine. I broke you down to a molecular level, and showed the entire world that the real joke here is indeed Robert Main.

Whose laughing now?

Robert you killed this company with greed and gluttony....and I killed your career with stealth and loyalty. Loyalty to Shane

. Loyalty to the era which made XWF great, the era you tried to destroy, and now........you need me a whole hell of a lot more than I need you.

Welcome to the vortex.

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