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Chris Chaos · **07-20-2017, 07:43 PM**

The elevator dings, and the doors open. Chris is walking out of the hotel lobby with a bathing suit on and a towel over his shoulder. Sunglasses cover his face, but as soon as he sees Steve Sayors sitting there with a microphone in his grubby hand, he takes them off with a sigh. As soon as Steve sees Chris he runs over.

"Chris! Chris Chaos! You have a match this week against one of the XWF Newcomers, and I was hoping I could get your thoughts on this match as the event grows closer?"

He sees the the overweight camera man in his XWF polo press the red button on the camera and he put on a fake smile.

"Well....Steve....."

He clears his throat.

"I thought it was only July. I wasn't aware that Halloween had come early. I mean, I know the Game of Thrones just had their season premiere, but some people take this cosplay thing a little far, huh? It is fine with me. I am as hot as I have ever been right now, and as chaotic. Why not take a week off? This is basically a layup for me, another win to add to the backstage page, so why not just relax and take my mind off all the shit going on with MY Universal Title right now?

Because THAT is how you lose. I can't afford to sleep on anyone. I can't afford to overlook anyone. Sure, I am starting to feel more like the Chris Chaos of old, but the Chris Chaos of old would dissect every opponent regardless of their name. The old Chaos wouldn't sleep on anyone. So I am not going to. Rydan Phyre, whoever the hell that is, has to be exuberant. I mean, he is in the match before the main event. He is a late carder for one night only. He has to be shitting his pants. This is the most recognition he has ever, and will ever, have. I'll admit I know nothing about this dude. I have no dirt on him, no back story to make fun of, and no stupid quotes from him to throw back in his face. All I know is he was beaten and pinned by arguably the biggest trouser stain and waist of time on this roster, John Holliday. All I know he is about ot be 0-2 because he is stepping into the ring with one of the best to ever do this. He is stepping into the ring with a man who doesn't know the word stop. I am going to make light work of Rydan Phyre, because I can. He is no different that Oliver Last. Remember him? Oh yeah, he hasn't been seen since losing to me.

I don't just win over 80 percent of my matches, but I make a lasting impression on those who I face. Rydan Phyre, he just can't hack it. I mean, look what I did to Travis McCoy. I am always two steps ahead of my competition, if not more. I always have plans, so no matter what they throw at me, I am already prepared for it in advance. THAT is why I am the best in the world at what I do. I'm not the biggest, not the fastest and Jim Caedus showed me I'm not the toughest, but I am sure as shit the smartest. I'll out-wit you in order to out-hit you. Throw anything you want at me, and I promise you I will have a response ready. This business is a chess game, moves and counter moves, and whoever can out think their opponent wins. So far, I've done pretty well. Sure, I've taken some gambles, sure I have come up short, but there is no denying to anyone Rydan that you even being in the same building as me makes you that much more valuable. You facing me makes your life worthwhile. If you can bring your A game, great, I'm still going to beat you, but maybe out of respect I will choose not to hurt you. Choose to let you have your piss in the wind career and do my own thing.

But maybe I won't.

That is what makes me so dangerous. You just never know. Half of the people I have put on my resume, I have put them on the shelf outside the ring, most notably Micheal Graves. It really depends on my mood, and what these people want to see. They buy my tee shirts, my fatheads, my wrist bands and thermal cozies. If they want you gone, look at me as a martyr. I do that. If they don't, I'll just beat their hero and move on to my next endeavor. You see, if it were just MY decision Rydan, I'd mangle, maim and incapacitate everyone I face. But as long as those middle class American's keep spending their minimum wage paychecks on my merchandise, I'll let the popcorn farts like you live just a little longer.

So, Steve, what I am trying to say here is that I want to thank management, basically. I had a long flight back from Belgium and it feels good to be back in the greatest country in the world. It feels good to be back at Universal Studios and good to be back where I have already blazed a path of fire. For me to come back here and have this match, this week, against this skidmark......well, someone must be looking out for me. There is beginning to be a power shift here, I feel it. Those who loved seeing me lose are now starting to like to see me win. Those who relished in my failures are starting to give me a reason to believe that maybe I am what I used to be."

"So what you are saying is beating guys on the lower card is making you feel more powerful?"

Chris looks at Steve with a sarcastic "Really?" type of look.

"I guess you really only do need a weekend of school to be a media member in the XWF huh? I have a girl I know back in Tampa, a stripper--total whore--and we call her coke downs because she does so much cocaine that she looks like she has down syndrome now. I bet she could come in here and take your job in the blink of an eye. You guys have the same cup size too, about."

Steve looks down at his chest.

"Steve....what I am saying is that I used to run through everything and everyone. I am getting my confidence back, my swagger. The way I used to feel."

Just then, Jenny walks onto the screen, obviously fresh off a work out. She had a small tank top on and tight spandex shorts.

"Am I missing something?"

Chris looks at her. "I was just having a conversation with Steve, but I am losing brain cells. You're blonde, you two can probably understand each other."

She puts her hands on her hips.

"Have fun......'

He puts his finger on Steve's chest. "You spilled something". Steve looks down and Chris boops his nose, bringing his finger up. With a smile, he turns to Jenny and they kiss.

"I'm going to the pool....you two have fun."

He walks off the screen and Jenny puts her hands on her hips as Sayors looks visibly shaken.

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