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Chris Chaos · (06-10-2020)

The static cuts to a clear shot of the XWF training facility. There is a ring, stage, X-tron, all of that. It is set up like a real arena would be. It is where many of the legends in this business have trained and honed their skills.

There were no fans, only some ring crew and facility staff members. They all appeared to be shooting the shit with each other, waiting for the next training session to come through.

Just then, the lights begin to flash. The words show up on the big screen in blue letters.

FOLLOW ME.

Chris Chaos steps out onto the ramp way, looking around before walking to the ring. He has on a leather jacket and jeans with converse sneakers. When he gets to the ring he asks for a microphone.

"Cut the music."

It cuts.

"I didn't think it was worth it to go on some adventure through the woods or take an XWF camera man with me on a host of shenanigans that nobody watches. I could have waited for Warfare, but I didn't wanna make an already boring show even worse with a long winded microphone segment, I'll leave that up to Robert Main. If you're watching at home, I don't even care if you turn the station. There is only one man I want to watch this, and he is due to roll through here pretty soon. One man who I have to speak to tonight..........

Peter Gilmour."

He adjusts the collar on his shirt, and looks back into the camera.

"Peter

We are very familiar with each other aren't we? We know each other like we know the moles on our skin. We have been through a lot while being members of the same roster, and we have had quite a few battles inside that ring. How have those gone for you, Petey? I'll tell ya.....Chris Chaos comes out on top, every. single. time. We were Tag Champs before, but I carried that team until my spine curved. But before you get your panties in a twist Peter, just know that I have been doing a little thinking.

Soul searching, if you will.

You and I Peter, we aren't so different. I mean, in the ring we are because I have kicked your teeth down your throat every time we have squared off, but I am talking back stage. The politics. The push and pull. The bullshit that we both have to deal with. You and I are looked at in the same light, we are bunched together, we sit on the same shelf. We are looked at as a joke, a punchline, a punching bag, and just not as good as we used to be. Both of us are used as chess pieces to complete the bigger game.

WE ARE THE GAME, PETER.

You see, the way I look at it, we are the only ones left from the Shane

Era that don't have their lips pressed firmly against Theo and Vinnie's backsides. We have always been the type to skip the handshake and go straight to the middle finger. They hate us for it. They want us both gone. Why the hell you think they put us in a match like this? A parking lot last man standing match? Do you think anyone really wants to see Chaos versus Gilmour Chapter 15? No. They are hoping we rip each other apart, take each other out, wipe each other off the map. They are hoping we don't come out of this.

Look close Peter, can't you see it? You've been here longer than me. You know how they work, how they think, and what they are capable of. Neither of us have the opportunity for advancement here. Neither of us will be given a Universal Shot again. Neither of us will ever get SOTM or QOTM again. Neither of us will ever be looked at as legends. I have accepted it, and I have a plan in place for it. Do you?

Peter, I can and will snap you in half. I will use every object of destruction on my path to make you even uglier than you already are. This match serves you no purpose other than an excuse to collect unemployment. This match isn't in your favor, because I have proven time and time again that I can beat you. Any kind of match, any kind of scenario, Chaos always comes out on top against Peter Gilmour. What I have never done is give you an opportunity to be.........equal. What I have never done is given you the opportunity to create a little chaos of your own. Given you the opportunity to climb out of that hole and get to work on digging another one. Unfortunately for you, most of the holes you lie in you dig yourself.

But not all of them.

You see, they do everything in their power to keep you down. They smile in your face, but they laugh behind your back. They look at you as entertainment. They don't respect you, and they never will. But Gilly, you're not alone. It is the exact same thing with me. So they put us in this match so they can watch like sheep, all together in a flock, as we put our bodies and our careers on the line for their "entertainment". Not for a title, not for a title shot, but simply for "entertainment".

Are you entertained?

I'm not.

For years they did this to us, for years they've kept us under their thumbs with false promises and hope that one day we will reach the promise land again. We won't.

Peter, months ago I declared war on the XWF. I have been sitting back, picking my spots. Little battles. They booked me against Robert Main, that got chaotic. Against Robbie Bourbon.....I got myself disqualified when I hit that fat slob between his eyes with a steel chair, costing me a fall. I put Mastermind through an announce table and attacked Cataclysm from behind. I put Finn Kuhn and Maverick on the shelf for good. All little battles, but far from "war." You see, I don't care about a match with Main or Bourbon. They put me in "entertainment" matches, and I entertained. I don't care about a match with you, but the difference is I am giving you the opportunity to entertain with me.

I will ask one time, and that is all.

Join me for this one night, rise up against the establishment, and lets show XWF what war really means. Join me and defend your honor or go against me and get destroyed again.

It's no secret that the champions here are protected. They claim not to be. They complain about their square footage while the rest of us live in shacks. They complain that their off-white porsche's are a model year old when we are driving a Suzuki Esteem from 1997. They sit up on their big thrones and complain about their thrones not being big enough. They are hand fed the likes of Calvalry, Hired Gun, Griffin MacAlister.

The last two Warfare's you have fought a pig, and then Chasm and Barney Green. So basically two pigs and Chasm. Don't you get tired of kicking the the shit out of nobodies and then getting thrown into, for all intents and purposes, a death match with no end game other than for them to continue to laugh at you? You know, the boys in the back had bets on you losing to the pig?

Every week you come out and you threaten to quit, and they find a way to pull you back in so they can make fun of you again.

They gave you this match with me because they want us to hurt each other. They want me to beat you to within an inch of your life so that they can see your reaction. That is all it is about for them.

So, Peter, since we are both the outcasts, lets show them what happens when the outcasts are pushed too far. Lets go into Warfare and give them the "show" they are all looking for. Let's give them a reason to hate us.

Peter, the ball is in your court. If this is something you want to do, I will have Jenny reach out to you and go over the details of the chaos we are about to create. If you choose not to accept.....

......Well, I planned for that, too. If you choose not to accept and go into this match like the good little sheep they want you to be, well.......Peter I will destory you again. I will eviscierate you. I will end the Peter Gilmour "legacy", and when the sun rises in London they'll still be scraping Peter Griffin off the parking lot floor. So its up to you. One night, lets introduce a little anarchy.....lets upset the established order..........lets create a little chaos.

They want us to take each other to hell......well.........I'm already there.

Earn your respect, Peter, fight for what you want in this company, or you can go back to wrestling farm animals.

How do you want to be remembered?"

Chaos drops the mic and walks away as his music hits, and the the XWF goes to static.

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