XWF∞

The rain was puddling on the pavement outside. There is something about the rain that always made Chris happy. He much preferred the rain to the scorching sunny days of south central Florida. The rain never lasted very long, though. He always saw himself in the rain. A refreshing change to an unforgiving landscape, that was complained about when happening but missed when gone. 

He often sat at the window, watching and listening to the rain, the sounds of distant thunder and the occasional crack of lightening hitting a nearby tree. There was a storm brewing. 

He tried like hell to be the weatherman all of these years, to predict when the storm would come and go, but weathermen are never right. Nature is a funny thing. It's *chaotic*. Some of the most powerful forces in the universe cannot be controlled, and the chaos they cause are inevitable. California, Tornado Alley, Australia, most recently Texas. There was nothing that could be done, and people suffered immensely. 

Suffering is part of the human genome. Suffering is what makes us whole. Without suffering, we would never know what succeeding feels like.

As the rain continued to pour, he looked to the sky. Sometimes, you have to find the source of the storm. Where does the rain come from? WHY does it come? Sometimes you need to look at the sky and wonder what makes it do what it does, and what can you do to change it. 

Not a goddamn thing. 

It is going to be what it is going to be, and we are just along for the ride. 

The phone rang and Bryce answered it. He brought it over to Chaos, telling him that John Taffer was on the phone. 

Chris brought it to his ear. 

TO BE CONTINUED.........maybe.

"So, I have to ask. Who the fuck is Morbid Angel? Like, for real, its a name I have heard floating around the stenopool since day one here, but I've never actually seen him. I wasn't sure if he actually even existed, or was just one of those campfire stories that Vinnie Lane liked to brag about to make his fed look better. "Morbid Angel is a legend. Morbid did this. Morbid did that". Just what in the actual fuck did Morbid actually do besides disappear for years and suddenly now resurface when SHain decided to re open his doors. The best thing Morbid has done in years is disappear. What's that tell you? Either Vinnie has been sitting behind his desk, patting himself on the back for the cess pool he created from the normal pool he inherited, or Morbid Angel is a coward who would rather sit back and watch than get in the ring. Can it be both? I think it may be both. Or maybe, just maybe, Morbid had been there all along.....

Hear me out.

Morbid exemplifies the beliefs and practices of that "other" XWF. He lies, he covers up his lies, and he says his lies with so much conviction that people believe them. Quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised is Morbid was a probe, sent here to be the mole for Vinnie's mullet. What's SHain up to? How's Maddy? Is Gabe Reno really here? Oh my, this guy named the Prophet seems to have some talent and.........er meh gerd, it's Chris Chaos. Vin man, you aren't gonna believe this, but Chris Chaos is here. He's here in the flesh. He's here to compete, to win titles....doesn't that make your ass ache?! Er me gerd, Vinnie! 

I wouldn't be surprised is Morbid Angel IS Vinnie Lane. I've never seen them in the same room at the same time. Maybe Vinnie is Morbid's homosexual personality? What an Emmy winning performance that would be! Or, maybe not. Maybe a Tony, and even that's too generous. 

Morbid, I am not sure who you are and apparently, you don't know me. I am the true legend, and the legend killer, all in one. You're the false hope and faded memory of a fed that once was. You're the big name that hangs around, lurking, opting in every once and a while when they need some pop in the ratings. Who am I? I am the man who put that "other" fed on his shoulders. Opted into every show, when I didn't have to. Even as Universal Champion. Every week putting out the best I had, putting my mental and psychical well being on the line to prove I was the best that roster had to offer. I was the one who night in and night out produced the standard of excellence that Vinnie only hoped to achieve in his wet dreams......but you're the legend eh? You're the one who sat by, idling, while guys like me put in the grunt work. 

Now, I've started to drift away from the tyranny that is XWF. I have come to a new place, a new home, to put it on my shoulders and carry it over the finish line. I have the opportunity to carry over the legacy I have WORKED to build for a man who gave me a second lease on life and career when nobody else would. When I was exiled from PWR, I thought my life as I knew it was over. When I signed up for XWF, Shane Carver welcomed me with open arms. He said he saw something in me. He said he saw the champion I could be. And whattya know...I was the top champion in that company (and in the world, since, under Shane they were #1), in FOUR MONTHS. I shattered records, I took it by storm. Where were you? Sitting on your couch? Watching as I BUILT that place? Or were you there all along....

You see, Vinnie and Shane, they always had a competitive rivalry. The long haired homo always wanted what Shane had. He always wanted to be the owner of a top tier company. But with new regimes, come new quarterback's. Vinnie had his own staff, his own class of who he thought should be the stars, and I didn't fit the mold. I was a "Shane Carver" guy, and that boiled his already thin blood. He fucked me over inside of that cage. He chose Gabe Reno to shoulder the load, with every intention of fucking him as well, but it was "anybody but Chaos" type of mentality. Then he smiled in my face with his goofy, toothy smile, and told me it was an accident. It wasn't. The lies, the deceit, the treatchery....it all began on that fateful night in April 2017. The fading colors you see there now.....it began with me. The lime green that took it over, festered like puss from the open wound Vinnie himself created, it begins with me. I am life and I am death. You, Morbid, are nothing more than a pleasant memory of a time long since forgotten. This is MY world, and you are living inside of it. 

You can sit there and make gay jokes all you want. Not quite sure where the heroin thing came from? Either way, you drew your line in the sand. You chose corny jokes and the "lets embarrass Chris Chaos" approach that XWF has become so known for, reaching to the heavens for something to grab ahold of and driving it back down to the dirt with viscous conviction. All I heard is a scared boy, gripping the comforter on his bed as the storm raged outside. Alone and afraid, not sure where to go or what to do. 

I'll be your teacher, and show you the ways of chaos. I am going to step into that ring and dominate, like I always do. I am going to leave this Pay Per View with my eyes on the prize, and leave a broken shell of the XWF's favorite son in my wake. It will be like beating Vinnie....because....well......yeah...they both suck donkey schlong.

And Bonnie? Who the fuck is Bonnie Blue? Lindy seems to think she would be a good fit as a developmental prospect over there on Savage, whenever the fuck it is they get that show rolling. What Lindy really did? Give a great white shark a free meal. Bonnie, you're in for a rude awakening at this Pay Per View. You probably feel so great because you've had some impressive showings....but they have only been impressive to the feeble minded and weak hearted. If you want to see impressive, wait until you are looking across that ring at the man, the myth, the legend and the only reason XWF as a brand hasn't gone belly up completely. Chapter 11. The only thing keeping it afloat. You see, I have a lot riding on this. Am I still employed over there on the dark side? Of course. I probably won't be after this, because the error of their ways has finally caught up to them and liars hate their bluff being called even more than they hate telling the truth. I have been screwed with no lube for the better part of 4 years and now all of that anger, that feeling of being shafted, that rage, that feeling like the rug was pulled out from under me by men (and some women) who couldn't hold my jockstrap.....that all comes out. That comes pouring out like explosive diarrhea. It comes pouring out like a John Taffer turbo-tap. I will leave two broken bodies in that ring and an undeserving "legend" in Scully shaking in his Doc Martins. 

The time is now. 

Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order. And everything becomes...........

CHAOS.