OOC: DUE TO A FAMILY EMERGENCY, THIS HAD TO BE SHORTER THAN PLANNED. I DO APOLOGIZE AND HOPE YOU ENJOY.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of what used to be an Ethiopian brothel but was now just a run down termite-castle, Chris sat in a chair he positioned in the middle of the room.

Apparently he wasn't too far from the arena, as the lights could be seen emanating from it through the holes in the plywood.

He had his head down, his long hair covering his face. When he looked up at the camera, his face in a snarl, the only immediate light was the red dot of the camera.

"Make sure you get the money shot" he spat, "It's bad enough I have to sit in this filthy hovel. I want to make this quick, precise and to the point".

"We are live" a voice said out of the darkness, thick African accent. "Whenever you are ready."

Chris looked at the camera with a sick smile.

"Shaun Crowe I want you to listen to this and listen good......"

"I schedueled this live recording today so people would have just another reminder of just who the hell will be competing on Wednesday Night. So let me tell you all....my name is Chris Chaos. I came to dominte, maim, mangle and destroy. This particular week, I have a wigger wanna be. A punk who uses the N word like he is hood but probably grew up at his parents house with a pool in the backyard. I honestly thought that XWF would treat me well, but they are putting me up against the biggest jobber I have ever seen in all my years in the industry. Let me tell you a little story about PW, and my very first match there......

His name was Allister Joseph. He was about as talented as you are---minimally if at all. His MO was he was a dark figure who wore hoods and spoke to spirits. My very first match was a casekt match. When Die MF Die hit and I walked down that ramp.....do you know what Allister did?

He opened the casket, got in, and shut it. I wasnt even down the ramp yet. He wanted no part of me, Shaun, because Allister was mildly intelligent. You see I don't think Frodo knows exactly just who the fuck I am. If he does, he must not like you very much. I understand that I am the new guy here..that I have to earn my stripes...but I AM the best in the world and my goal is to be the BEST in this business. Hands down. If I have to go through you to do it, I will. I am going to. My goals here are very clear. I am coming for the title. I am coming for the top spot. And YOU *points at the camera*, YOU are just a misquito bite in my quest to do that."

Chris blows out with an audible exhale.

Running his hands through his hair he continues.

"I am trying very hard to maintain some form of composure. But it is difficult. I watched your little rant on TV, your nonsensical bullshit. You may be the dumbest human being on planet earth. So maybe I'll beat some brains into you. Let me tell you exactly what is going to happen.......I am going to equalize you. Then, I am going to do it again. Then, a third time. After that I will stand you up against the turnbuckle and kick your head off your shoulders with the Wrong Side of the Tracks. Then I'll equalize you again. Why? Because I CAN."

He smiles at the camera.

"I don't have time for a big elaborate speech, and quite frankly you aren't worth it. Wednesday Night will be your funeral, Shaun. Mark my words. You WILL be equalized.

Chris stood up, pushing the camera away. "Keep it, sell it, feed your family. Just get out of my face"

The rusty door slammed.