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Chris Chaos · (04-01-2017)

MOMENT OF CLARITY

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It was the rainy season in North Korea. Chris looked through the now condensation covered window of the transport van at the grey and lifeless city in front of him. He could dimly see his reflection in the mirror. He was on his way to the arena, the moment of truth was upon him.

But as he rode, he began to think. Finally, he could think clearly. This was a moment of clarity of sorts. Hell he had just tried to release a promo in his hotel room, but his timing was a bit off. The escort had come. He wondered if he would have another chance. Gabe was probably going to put up 1 or 2 more sugar rush promos by the time the show started. That is just what he did.

Desperate measures from a desperate and scared man.

His last one, Gold, was decent. He pointed out a few things and his trash talk was more on point than his previous ramblings. He seemed to be settling down. But his vision was still cloudy. He still needed that wakeup call. One Chris could and would provide.

But as he looked out that window at the bleak world surrounding him, he couldn't help but think that maybe this was the moment of clarity that Chris needed to. He needed to solidify himself as champion. He needed to prove that he could in fact rise up to the toughest challenge he has ever faced. He needed to make sure, in his own heart and mind, that he was the best in the world at what he does. He was confident that he could and would do just that. There were hardly any cars on the road. Vehicle ownership among "common people" in North Korea was scarce.

"The arena is just up the road," the guide said in broken English. "Another guard will be there to meet you."

This was crazy. Not only did they treat their people like second class citizens, apparently they treated champions that way too.

American's.

The old van rattled to a stop. Chris could see the massive arena in front of him. The largest in the world. The only stage big enough for a match of this magnitude. The only arena large enough for a moment of clarity this massive.

They were ushered quickly out of the van. These guards had guns. AK 47's. They were loaded with extended magazines. This was crazy.

Thanks Vinnie.

They got into the dilapidated and dirty locker rooms of the worlds largest arena.

Here is where Chris could at least have a mirror. An XWF camera man was there, maybe he could finish his promo now. What he wanted to say in the hotel room. Maybe now he could lay out his final thoughts before hell came full fold.

He rubbed his goatee and put the Universal Title over his shoulder. He was determined to make sure this was not the last time he saw that exact same image as a reflection. This was not like last time. There was no "what if". He WOULD win. He owed it to the XWF. Gabe Reno was the champion nobody wanted.

But did they want him?

He was the lesser of two evils, honestly.

But Chris had what Gabe did not.

Respect.

That entire locker room, like him or not, respected the hell out of him. They felt like he was their savior. They felt like he was the one to lead them to the promise land. And win or lose, they would get a title shot.

Chris was a giving champion, what that so bad? If you want a piece come get a piece. To be the best you have to beat the best.

But Gabe Reno was far from being the best. He was far from being in the middle. Gabe was talented, no lie, but his real future was in Broadway. Entertainment. Not wrestling.

Chris looked in the mirror and smiled. It was a real smile. It felt good to smile. Jenny walked in, she had changed out of her yoga pants to a mini skirt for the event, one with a lot of cleavage.

"Watch out", Chris said, "you are going to give Tidbits a tidbit of a chubby in that skirt."

"Shut up" she said.

Chris looked back into the mirror.

"Are we ready? I don't have all night. I want to get this over with. I am done talking about this motherfucker. Let him do 3 or 4 more promos, I don't care. I have said what I need to say, and this will be the final word from me until we step into that cage. He already has 8 promos, and this will be my 7th. I NEVER do 7. Gabe should feel lucky. At least mine, however, are quality."

A projector screen rolled into the room Gabe's latest promo, GOLD, came up on the screen. Chris watched it intently, dissecting everything and rolling his eyes with frequency. But at one part, he held a hand up. He told them to stop, to rewind. To watch it again, and again, and again. There was one part he knew he needed to address.

The rest of it was just typical Gabe Reno bullshit.

But this part......

His moment of clarity had arrived. Gabe's would arrive shortly.

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It's easy. Your mind was where... when this match was announced? On... getting her back. Right? SO MUCH so that you actually gave Slathe's client a SHOT AT THE TITLE! Big surprise there. Just another mistake in a long line of them by a Champion who leverages the belt to make a mockery of XWF. Yeah, you got her back... once I told him when and how I wanted it done. Ask him. Ask Mister Tidbits. They were both in on it.

And here you thought you'd been playing me...

"There isn't much time left. The event of a lifetime is just a short few hours away. This is the moment of truth, the moment of clarity. This is the moment when legends are made. The preparation. Do you remember wayyyyy back, in one of my first promo's? One of the "Art's of War" ...."“Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.” You obviously haven't listened to a goddamn thing I've said, have you? It is evident by your "Gold" promo. All you have listened to is your own words. Do you think you have "shocked" me? Do you think you dropped a bombshell on me bigger and more destructive than Hiroshima?

YOU STUPID FUCK.

I knew the entire time you were in on this. I knew the entire time that Father Slathe and Mr. Tibits couldn't operate on such a masterful plan on their own. I knew that had Gabe Reno stench all over it. I KNEW this, which is why I played along. Let me break it down for even a mind as simple as yours.

I gave him a title shot because he is nothing to me. He is another brick in the wall. He is another block in the tumbling Jenga roster that dare approach me. He is the least talented of any of the challengers who have wanted to take this belt. But I decided to give him a shot because I knew it would make your heart sink. What if I told him no? What if I told him "I will let you know after Lottery". That would have shown uncertainty, it would have shown uneasy.....fear...even. It would have shown I have doubts that I am walking out of North Korea still the champion. But I am so confident that you can't beat me, that I gave him the shot. I gave him the shot that you should be giving him. But let me ask you this, Gabe. When you thought out your little plan....was there an End Game? Was there a plan B? Because even if by the grace of heaven and hell you do come out of that cage as champion......Tidbits is still going to want his shot. What, does the contract nullify? Is it thanks for the help now see you later? That is a way to add another enemy to the list very quickly. A demented, strange, and dangerous when cornered enemy. Great job. Then, not only do you have Tidbits and Slathe breathing down your neck, but how about the others who want a shot? Gilmour still wants a shot back, Trax has been whispering about getting in on the Universal Title picture for a while now, and you know Dolly Waters won't stay silent for long. Doc, a man you've never beaten. There is a long list of people who want this. There will be an entire new list of people who don't like you Gabe, and not just because you are a walking turd sack but because you have something they now want. My point exactly.....

You Aren't Ready To Be Champion.

You are so delusional that your little photo you chose......its not even the right belt! If you want to use a photo of you being a champion, that is cool, but at least have you holding something similar! That belt was cute buts its NOT this one.........This one looks like this:

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I'll take great care of it for you. By not offering every chump that walks by a shot. By respecting the brand that has been built as XWF more than you ever have. By beating anyone who thinks they can just stroll on by and defeat me. By not allowing my valet and wife to be kidnapped by some weird-o. By giving the kids an example that doesn't flame out every time it is convenient. By being a dynamic... erratic... enigma... it is who I am, and who you could never be. Oh, and by doing what you never could... transcending what it means to wear that belt.

What was the word you used? Cute? Yeah. Cute. Your words, they are so shallow. They mean nothing. They are coming from a position of weakness, not a position of strength. They are coming from a man who is getting increasingly more nervous as the minutes tick closer. From a position of man bragging about an elaborate plan he didn't even have a finish for. These words are coming from a man who is in it for himself. But, you do at least pay SOME attention to detail.

I DO give title shots out to people, don't I?

It shows I am a gracious champion. A fighting champion. A champion that wants the XWF to improve by giving them quality matches on a nightly basis. Who wants to wait 3 weeks for a Pay Per View to see a title match?

That is why you aren't fit to be a champion.

You are right, I do beat everyone who strolls on by and thinks they can beat me. I beat every one of them. And you are on that list. I've taken you down once, and I will take you down again. I have been a great champion and I will continue to be a great champion. I beat those who are below me and right now, Gabe, you are below me.

You will respect the XWF more than I ever have? And just how the fuck do you plan to do that? This company has been exponetially better since I have taken over. I have LEGENDS texting me and calling me every day you know, between the messages from you begging to still be friends after this, telling me they are proud of what I have done here. My words change lives, they reach souls, they cut deep. You do promos about Pandas.

THAT is the difference Gabe.

Your weak attempt at a metaphor is nothing but entertainment. I believe that is something I gave you credit for . You are an entertainer, through and through. But that is all you are. What have your promo been for this match? A sex pun by using a volcano. A bad song that has been covered by anyone who has ever used a guitar, robots, a letter that looked like it was written in crayon, a gold promo featuring the wrong belt and a panda.

.....The mind of a child.

Cute.

But not a champions mind state. An entertainer, that is it. A childish entertainer, appealing to the masses with utter simplicity. Like I have said before, you aren't ready for this level of responsibility. You aren't ready for the challenges just holding this belt brings. You prove that with every syllable you utter. More and more your stupidity and simplicity come screaming outward.

By allowing my, what did you call her, "valet", and "wife" to be kidnapped by a weirdo? I agree. He is a werido. But she is so much more than a valet. And she isn't my wife. BUT, has it ever crossed your mind that this was all part of the plan? A plan so complex and elaborate that even Einstein couldn't figure this shit out? What if I told you that I PLANNED for her to be taken? She runs that risk every time she comes to the ring, it was only a matter of time before it happened. But perhaps by me allowing that to happen, I showed weakness when really I was strong.

I lured YOU in.

I knew exactly what was happening. I was in control the entire time. I knew that Tidbits wanted a shot at this title, he had stated it several times for the build up of our match. I knew that you were lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to strike. This big plan isn't as complex as you think, and I was two steps ahead. Why do you think I gave him a title shot? As one last FUCK YOU to you Gabe. One last middle finger. Because after I beat you, you will have to sit back and watch be beat him. It will eat you alive as you it there and think that that match should be yours. It will break you down from the inside, and demoralize you worse than anything I can or will do to you inside a cage. Gabe.....I knew all along what the plan was and I played it to perfection.....

......and the Emmy goes to:

CHRIS CHAOS

The revolution has begun. Sometimes, as a leader, you need to stand up to rebellion. You need to put people in their place. You need to show that you can't and won't fold at the slightest bit of resistance.

By giving the kids an example that doesn't flame out every time it is convenient.

When have I ever flamed out? I have been rock solid since AUGUST, Gabe. I have been the man that these people in the back and in the stands look up to. The beacon of hope for a better company. You need talent at the top, and you need a ruthless leader. You don't need someone who gets their kicks out of playing Tonka trucks and covering poop logs in a sandbox. You don't have the mentality to be at the top. I have said it before and I will say it again. Your beating is for THEM. It is not for me. To me, this is just another day at the office. This is as close to being a face turn without actually becoming a face that you will actually see. We are the main event, the last match of the night. We bring the show home. Everyone in the back will be watching this match with baited breath, hoping---some even praying, shout outs to you Muddy---that I beat you to within an inch of your life and shut your mouth for good. I am fighting this match for all of those who haven't been blessed to kick your ass themselves. You may think that this is your little master plan, but all it is is a farce. A fallacy. A dream, to speak. But your dream is about to turn into a nightmare. A violent, vicious nightmare. A nightmare that won't allow you any solace, even when you wake up.

And who called it? 8 promos so far, Gabe, 8. You are a desperate man backed into a corner. But, for every action there is a reaction, no? I don't have time to sit here and comb through every one of your stupid promos. I don't have time to break down the Panda one and counter with an animal more suitable to my traits. It isn't even worth my time. I am not able to walk the streets and meet the people like I did in Norway---the government doesn't allow it. The last thing I need is to end up in a North Korean prison and become a hostage that the government has to come in and get. That is a mistake you you would make. Because you are reckless. You don't think before you act. I had a promo all planned out, too, I was going to call it "Korean Bar-B-Q." But, maybe next time. Now, I have changed gears, I have had an epiphany. I have have a moment of clarity. I said before that you have now caused me to become the most dangerous man on this roster. That is the truth. It is always quiet before the storm hits, Gabe. It is always the calmest. I needed to open my eyes and realize that the fight of my life is only hours away. That the toughest battle against insubordination and insulence is upcoming, and I need to make sure that I am beyond ready.

I am.

I am more ready now than I have EVER been. I am more ready now than I have been more any match in my career. I don't need this the way you need this. I am established. I am the top of the top. This match isn't about proving my legacy, it is about solidifying it. Keeping it up. This is about showing the world that some two bit chump who acts like hes snorted adderall can't just come in and take the most coveted prize in the game. This is a moment of clarity. CAN I lose this match? Sure, I guess anything is possible if I am not careful. WILL I lose this match?

Fuck no.

I will not lose to you Gabe because you don't have the tools needed to beat me. You need more than just in ring talent. You need a killer instinct. You need to not care about the life of the person across from you. You need to not care if you live or die. You aren't ready to go that far yet.

Your life is too precious to you.

MY life is defined by this belt. My life has been shit, and it means nothing without this belt. If I am going to die, I am going to die as the Universal Champion.

If you die, you are going to die trying to pry it from my cold fingers.

This is something that you aren't prepared for, Gabe. I don't think anyone could prepare for this, besides me. I don't think even with rigorous, military style training, that you would be ready for this war. Your mind isn't where it needs to be. Your heart simply isn't in it for all this pain.

But you DO have a future here, Gabe. Get in where you fit in. Stay in the undercard. Stay fighting the set up matches for me in the main event. Stay making entertaining promos and keeping the fans laughing and smiling. Because that is what you are good at. Let the business of a champion fall on my shoulders, because I am the ONLY one in recent memory who has proven I can handle it.

So stick with it, don't quit on us again. Just because you lose this match doesn't mean your future here is over. Some people just aren't supposed to be champion. It happens.

Consider this your wake up call. Consider this your moment of truth. Consider this your coming of age, your revelation, your christening. This is a moment of clarity.....not just for me Gabe, but for you.

For you.

Your moment of clarity will be when you look up from the mat as a beaten and broken man and you see a sight in front of you that will confirm it like an AIDS test.....

This sight will be the last sight you see before you pass out from excessive blood loss.......

Your moment of clarity.

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FIN

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