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Chris Chaos · **09-23-2017, 01:38 PM**

RUN

Sometimes when you're running, it isn't from a monster that you can see. It is from one that lives inside. Sometimes, you run from yourself. Sometimes, you run from everything you want to be towards something you can't afford to be. Why? Because hearing "it will be okay" from someone else means more than you saying it to yourself.

YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR

You scream it to yourself, scream it until you believe it. You need someone to care, someone to notice, someone to pay attention. You are nothing without the limelight, lost without the spotlight. Lost without the headlines. You need to be talked about, you don't do well in the shadows. You lose your mind. You don't do well unless it is all about you, all the time.

That is why you run. Sitting still, nobody notices that. The further you run, the more they chase. The more they chase, the more important you feel. The more important you feel, the better you perform. Or so, you feel you do.

Are you that shallow?

You are vindicated by the opinions of others. That monster, it comes quick. It comes unexpectedly. It eats you. The feeling of mediocrity creeping in. The feeling that maybe you aren't as good as you have lead yourself to believe.

YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR

You find yourself doing it again. You can't help it. Four promo's already, because you need people to see them. You try to drown and flood your opponent, making the promotional mountain simply too much to overcome. It is all Reno, all the time. You did 10 last time, did you not? And you still needed assistance to win. You aren't good, you're just overbearing. You haven't had a decisive win since anyone can remember, you just talked a lot.

A whole lot.

Too much.

Don't get me wrong, there is some skill there. There is some talent, some potential. There is a spark. But all of that is hidden by the fact that your own insecurities are shining bright. Have you went a promo yet without mentioning Panda? All of that creativity, all that ability, all that spunk......and still you can't let go of Panda. Why? Because you know that beating me is something not many people can do. You haven't cleanly, because you can't. So you jump in front of a camera and make yourself look larger than life when inside you are curled into the fetal position and whimpering. I have never seen someone win a match, especially one of that magnitude, and want a revenge match. That is all this is, Gabe. You want to prove yourself. You want to show the world that your win in the cage way back in April wasn't a fluke. You can't just shut the fuck up and take the win. Because that win isn't fully yours, is it? You have been chomping at the bit to get back and get back into that ring with me. You have been sitting home steaming, plotting, brooding. You have wanted one more shot, one more try, one last gasp to try to show the world you're actually better than me. All you have proven thus far, is that you have more free time. I am a busy man. You try to upset me by going to my home state and trying to gain notoriety.....you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that pal. Florida is bottom five in public school education for a reason. I know most of them are idiots. It doesn't effect me in the least. I busted my ass in school despite my upbringing, graduated high school with a 4.5 GPA and college with a 3.9 GPA. I am the exception. Not just in school, though, but in everything I do. You the enigma? No. Gabe. You are just Plain Jane. People are bored with you at this point. Bored and they don't trust you. They may not trust me in the ring, but they don't trust you to stay in it. Everyone looks at you as a loose cannon Gabe, and nobody here feels like you will still be here by this time next year. Me, I am going to die in an XWF ring. They want me out they will have to put me out. All they have to do is beat you and you'll probably do it yourself.

I tried. When I screwed you against Kruze, it wasn't because I am still salty about our match at Lethal Lottery. Oh no. It was because I am testing you will, testing your resolve. How much can you take before you hit that breaking point again? I don't think it will be long. But I bet you tell yourself that this a new Gabe Reno. A new leaf turned over, a new attitude.

YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR

I said it before and I will say it again, your curtain is almost down. Flick all the light switches you want, but the light in the room doesn't drown out the darkness you feel inside. The emptiness. The lights are always on, but your ability to perform under them anymore is what is in question. The big bad Gabe Reno....the rising star, the next big thing, the rising star....loses to a rookie. Now before you start throwing around the "but---bu--butt---Chris you---you screwed me wahhhh".....a loss is a loss. You screwed me with the help of Lane and sure, I was salty, but I got over it in time. I accepted it. Maybe all you need is time. Don't make excuses, just get better. Prevent it from happening again. Get your head on a swivel. Don't make the same mistake I made. Don't feel you are untouchable. That is what I did and look what is cost me. I did it simply to show you how it feels to lose a match to someone you don't feel is on your level. You looked at Kruze the same way I looked at you. Look what happened.

All of your credibility is lost.

The next week you "rebounded". Pssht. You beat Michael Graves. Who hasn't beaten Graves at this point? He is almost as big of a punching bag as Barney Green around these parts. So, your big return has been losing to a rookie and beating a washed up veteran. Great return Gabe. We missed you so much.

We missed the inconsistent performances and the massive amounts of shit talk. We missed the stupid parted hair that hangs halfway over your eyes and your knee pads that have been put to good use both inside and outside the ring. My massive need to acceptance? I am pretty sure you would fuck another man in the ass just to get him to dap you up for a good promo. Me, I don't care if people like me or not. I could give a shit. I don't care if I am accepted because I know who I am and what I can do. I did rise up the ranks quickly, perhaps too quickly, and maybe my ego did hit the ceiling, but the fact is that when people look back at the XWF whose name will they remember? Mine or yours? You are a fad, a trend, something new. I am the oil that keeps the gears going. The XWF lives and dies behind what I do. I am involved in the success of this company directly.....don't believe me? Ask Milton Matthews. He asked me to be his assistant while JT was on his yearly sheep fucking sabatical....why? Because he knows I get shit done. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty to get done what I want to get done. I am coming real with you. I don't need fancy phrases.....I swear to god an entire paragraph of your last promo must have been taken from a Pinterst Post on mean insults and e-cards. For real, those watching, when you get a chance go look at "BITCH" promo.....sift past the facy background and all of the other masking agents hiding the juvinille bullshit, and pause it when he says Quit.

What an ironic place to stop, no?

But for real. Pause it there then press play. For real, did he watch Mean Girls before cutting this promo then decide to put a little R-Rated twist on it for shock value? Please people, don't let him fool you with his goofy sense of humor........he is doing nothing but grasping at straws here.....trying to rake in a few more cheers from the masses before he loses yet another match on national television. His cards were handed to him, and he chose the silly one. That works for stand up comedy at elementary school birthday parties Gabe, but in this business you just sound corny and over the top.

But this is your last gasp, is it not? Your last chance to be taken seriously. Something you so desperately want. So desperately need. You want to be me in every facet. When you first came here, you had a crew cut like a military reject still trying to live the life. Then, as I ascended to ICON status, you began to grow your hair. Your ring tights began to look eerily similar to mine. You suddenly began to do chaotic things because you could. All me. You saw what I had and you wanted it. You still do. Everything about you screams it like a wife who just found her dead husband. Your chances are running out, and you know it. You're fading. Between Chaotic Cunt and Panda Aids......your promos against me were golden before. Light show aside, they were magical. Now....well, just consider this your last gasp. You are running out of air. So far buried under your own bullshit you are struggling to find a spot to come up for air.

Your last gasp before you inhale.

Your lungs are on fire.

You simply can't hold on much longer.

The tunnel is getting narrower. You can't run much longer. Legs are jelly, lungs feel as though someone is using them as a dart board. And they are a professional.

Dry mouth. It is weird that you can't even swallow. It scares you, but wat is behind you scares you even more. It has teeth. It is bigger than you. It wants your soul.

You have been running for so long through the darkness. The light seems to get further and further away the closer to it you get. The walls also seem to be closing in more. You think that the light will be your savior, the only thing keeping you alive, you must reach it. But your hardest doesn't seem to be hard enough.

You hear a growl behind you. You feel the breath on your neck. It is as close as it has ever been. Your lungs now feel like they are being pierced by samuari swords. Your feet are numb underneath you. Pins and needles.....hell, they were that long ago. By this point, you can't feel them at all.

There is a weird reflection in the light. It is shining like glass does on a well lit day.....but you are in a tunnel. How does this happen?

Suddenly.....it gets closer and closer and closer.

SLAM!

You put your hands out to cushion your impact. Your wrists feel like they shatter on the impact. Your face hits the glass..........

It's a mirror. You are looking at yourself and can vaguely make out the monster behind you. It is charging fast. Faster than you even thought it was. It is going to slam into you. That is when you see it.

A rabbit.

A rabbit wearing a gas mask. The breathing is heavy, almost as if it struggling. It stops before crashing into you. Stops almost on a dime. It stands behind you, breathing heavy, tilting its head as it begins to stroke your neck and pat your head. Just then, it pulls the rabbit head off. It's you staring back at you from behind. You are looking at, and running from, your own reflection. It smiles at you. You are almost paralyzed in fear. Why does it look like you? Why is you?!

You smile and turn yourself around by the shoulders, facing the direction in which you just came. You lean down and whisper in your own ear with hot breath.

"Run".

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