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Chris Chaos · (03-12-2017)

"Mr. Tidbits, I am actually glad you didn't come at me with the tired old cliche that men like Micheal Graves and Thaddeus Duke came at me with. I am glad you didn't try to point out my ego and say I am a scared man yatta yatta. You came right out and said you were going to beat me, and I respect that. I am all for shock value and saying things to get a rise, but the mom choking on a dick thing? It was a but much. I mean, it's probably true, but coming from you it sounded more like a 14 year old boy who just came off being grounded talking shit on the school playground to his buddies about his mother. Choking on a dick....pssht. Try again...next time use a little creativity.

You are the new guy here, so maybe you are a little confused about how things work around here, and maybe your "toy" is as well. So let me be the one to inform you. I call the shots here. I set the bar. You all matter because of me. I am the one who puts asses in seats and keeps the ink wet on your checks. Sounds redundant, no? But your noobie fucks never learn. So full of hope and confidence, until you step between those ropes. As evil and as dark as you may be, I can bring myself to whatever level I need to. Are you going to challenge me? You bet. You are going to push me to my limit, because I bring out the best in all of my opponents. Are you as good as you will look in this match? Hell no.....but I elevate the performance of everyone who dares to stay in that ring as the bell rings. Look at Shade...have you EVER seen Shade perform like that? That was the best performance of his career, no questions asked. It was his world series, his Super Bowl. Now, I get to face a newcomer with a ceiling that is non existent.....a new comer who everyone raves about.

English obviously isn't your strong suit either. How many run on sentences are you going to say? Are you that desperate for TV time that you have to fit in as many words as possible into a small time frame? Perfect Warrior Suicide Jack? What in the fuck? And you referred to me as a Master Warrior? Dude, whatever you're on I will take whatever is left. You must be rolling face like a motherfucker. I think at one point you mentioned paddling my ass? I mean, listen, I am happy you came out and spoke---showed some guts---but the fact is that nobody knows wat in the ever loving fuck you are talking about, includin me. I don't even think you do. I mean your inchoherant rambling was nothing but annoying, it gave me a headache trying to follow it. If your wrestling style is half as sporadic as your mic skills, this will be a quick night for me. You will make a mistake, and I will capitalize. If I learned anything from Duke and Graves, and hell, even Shade, it is not to sleep on anyone. I will bring my 100 percent. I will bring my A game. I am not just going to assume you are new. I am going to teach you how the world works here in the XWF.

Mr. Tidbits, The Clown Who Hates Clowns Said:but because you actually care about some title, why? What is so special about it, why does that specific item make your heartbeat, why would nothing else but old cowhide and gold give you a sense of purpose? Please, don’t answer, we all already know why, because you are weak, alone, and you well simple you are scared, you are scared, because you fear the fans will no longer make any noise for you. You fear that you will be shadowed by the up and rising stars.

Do you honestly need that to be explained to you? Has this being that has seemingly overtaken your body, overtaken your mind as well? Let me tell you, and tell everyone, for yet another time, this has NOTHING to do with me being scared, alone, or any variation of those words. It has EVERYTHING to do with me being nothing my entire life. I have been the underdog, tibits, I have been the one who nobody thought was going anywhere in life or doing anything in life. I was always the one who was expected to fail. Even when I won, I was never congratulated. They were ridiculed for not beating me, but I was never given the credit. Do you know how many times I was at the brink of giving up? How many times I was on my way home before I decided to turn around and give it one more try? How many times I packed the car, just to un pack it again? I was NEVER what I am now.....and you all wonder why I act the way I do and say the things I say? Because I have goddamn earned that right. I have been around the block, seen it all, done it all, felt it all. Yet you thin I am afraid if some possessed masked wearing lunatic? No. I am intirgued, if anything. I am intrigued by what you might do to me. I am curious to know what your capable of doing to me, if you can cause me more pain than I've ever felt. I want it. I need it. I want to be punished because if I feel pain, I feel alive. I have went through far too much of my life feeling dead....it is about time I feel alive.

I feel alive when I feel pain.

So come on, Tidbits, give me the time of my life."

The f and the e in life were almost a hiss as he stepped out of the darkness. He was wearing just a plain white tee shirt and what appeared to be torn and tattered gym shorts.

"You see, I came from humble beginnings, I never had this fancy life I currently lead."

He stepped further out into the moon lit air, the sound of the Gulf waves battering the beach in the breeze could be heard. His feet shuffled, scuffling the sand-littered pavement below them.

"I had nothing. I had nothing but this nice weather and some salt water. Other than that, I had to fight for everything I had. Everything I currently have. Nothing had been given to me, everything has been earned. So excuse me for being a little proud. Excuse me for being a little confident in my current situation. You see, Tidbits--which is a stupid fucking name, by the way--the XWF is in a crossroads right now. Gabe Reno and I are going to have a collision for the ages at Lethal Lottery. We are going to have the a match with the best ratings this company has seen in a decade. But until then, they don't really know what to do with me. They are throwing me into gimmick matches left and right, trying to rattle my cage, but what nobody seems to understand is that the more I am cornered, the more I excel. The more I survive. The more pressure you put on me, the happier I am. So Mr. Tidbits, you may think you have me right where you want me, but it is quite the opposite. This is EXACTLY where I want to be. With a company whose management has no idea how to manage me. You have to admit, I have turned this place on its ear. I have two successful title defenses now---and this little hostile takeover they tried, I squashed that too. The more they come at me, the more I re-up and change my game-plan. I am ready for everything and anything. I am ready for it all. So bring whatever, whoever, you want. You, your "keeper", Satan himself....I don't care. I welcome it all. The more you throw the more I will duck and throw ten times harder on the comeback."

He made his way past a dune now, and onto the soft cocaine white sand of Clearwater Beach. The full moon made the water visible, with a small shine illuminated as white streaks coming off an otherwise pitch black abyss.

"This match is extreme rules. How is this any different than the first blood match, the iron man match, or any other match I have been in recently? It is designed for you to soften me up for Gabe, because basing off what I did to him last time we met in a ring he is going to need it. He needs all the hep he can get. When you have Chaos on your tail, you have no choice but to know your days are numbered."

He sits down onto the sand, letting the breeze run through his hair. His opponent this week hated clowns. A very valid thing to hate, but also a very ironic one. How can a clown hate clowns? I mean, he is never seen without his leather mask, right? He is nothing more than a dark version of Jervis Cottonbelly. Change out the mask, dunk it in some dip spit and let it ferment, and boom you have Jervis after a bender in the country. This guy wasn't scary. Hell he could barely speak. Listening to his promo was like getting a root canal without Novocain. Painful. Pitiful. I mean this guy was so excited to share a ring with Chris he damn near shit himself in sheer joy. He had beaten Killjoy and Thomas Nixon in his first match. Impressive? Pssht. Who hasn't beaten Killjoy and Thomas Nixon has been a bigger bust than Vince Young. Nothing to hang a hat on just yet. Then he stomps out Colton Kato with his "buddies" in a cowardly attack. What does that prove? He can't fight his own battles or win by himself. Father Slathe was nothing but a side affect to whatever medication they put him on in the crazy house. This guy could be dangerous. But Chris loved that. He loved the danger, the prospect of getting hurt. He loved to bleed.

Running a hand through his hair he let the cool ocean breeze blow through his hair. He would be leaving for Zagreb, Croatia soon. Warfare is still on their world tour. Oh goodie.

The TRUTH is, that this man is nothing but a clown. Why? Well think about what clowns do. They hide their true identity to either entertain or to cause unrest. This guy competes with a mask on, hiding his true identity, and to see him stumble around the ring is entertaining. So, how is he not a clown? So did that mean he hated himself?

These are the questions that only a 2 am stroll on America's Number 1 beach can produce.

He calls himself "depraved". That is a bit of a stretch to be honest. The definition of depraved is morally corrupt; wicked. Was he these? Has he proven he is? All he has shown so far is that he has an imaginary voice in the sky that controls his actions and wears a mask that looks like a mix between Venom from Spiderman and Bane from the Dark Knight Rises. How is this guy NOT a clown?

He does what a clown does. Yet he hates clown. An oxymoron if he'd ever heard one. Moron by itself is probably the better word. Chris ran his hand through his hair and checked the "Selection Sunday" app on his phone. Florida Gulf Coast is in, nice.

"I have a love hate relationship with new guys. I love that they want to come out and prove themselves, but hate that they think they can punch their ticket to glory through me. I think I have proven by now that that doesn't happen, won't happen, hasn't happened. I respect the attitude, hell I would probably feel the same way, but facts are facts. The truth is the truth. I am the best in the world at what I do, cliche comment or not. I hate when new guys come into MY company and step food in MY yard and think they are a top dog. Let's be real here. Demented or not. Possessed or not. This is still MY yard. Talk is cheap. Everyone talks, that is part of the game. Promo's are an accepted art form. But once that bell rings and you lock up--promo's go out the window. That is when we find out who really is "tough enough". You could be the best talker in the world--already one strike against you--but if you can't back up your talk with action and sheer grit then you will never be anything. You know what they say, "talk is cheap." It truly is. But I know what you will say, "Chris, you shit talk all the time....". True....but I back it up. I get in that ring and I throw bodies around like it is my job. Sure, I take a fair share of beatings. I take a share of ass kicking's. But what is the end result? I SURVIVE. You can talk all you want about Lethal Lottery--I was hit with a chair. Before that match, I haven't been cleanly pinned since AUGUST. You think that kind of production is easy? You think it comes without a lot of hard work? I don't just walk into the ring and kick asses. I put in the grunt work every single goddamn day. I spend countless hours in the gym, the sauna, the hot tub. I eat healthy, I take care of myself. There is a method to my madness. Sure, I cause chaos, but if I was an overweight slob I wouldn't be able to do what I do. It simply would not be possible. So before you open your penis ingesting organ again, just remember that. I AM THE BIGGEST DOG IN THIS YARD. I am the shark among fish. I am the reason guys like you get air time at all...so for that, I wan't to say your welcome.

Just a tidbit of truth....figured you could use some."

Chris got up and began to walk towards the water. You never swim at night, it is when the sharks feed close to shore. But Chris was a shark, the biggest shark, the only shark. In fact, he almost hope he got bit......

Wouldn't that just be a little tibdit of fun?

Just a tidbit.

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XWF RECORD: 25-5-2
XWF Universal Champion: 1x (Current)

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