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Chris Chaos · (07-14-2017)

Chris sat in his hotel room in Universal Studios. He missed his condo in Tampa--he never thought he would say it but he missed the entire state of Florida.

The hotel room was completely dark except for a desk light that illuminated a sheet of paper upon it, and the television that replayed some of Chris's best matches in the XWF so far. On loop. Chris sat hunched over the paper that had thick black writing on it. He ran a hand through his hair. The poem in front of him was one of his favorites--and it never had more relevance than now.....in more ways than one.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

The clock struck midnight. His teeth grit. He couldn't beat Jim Caedus, and he had tried 3 times now. He had watched his "Greatest Hits" so to speak for almost a day straight. His beard was scraggly. His days as Universal Champion almost were forgotten lore at this point. It ended in March, but it felt like an eternity ago.

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Was he halucinating? Was there a knock at his hotel door? It was a blur but he thought he faintly heard it. He had begun to fall asleep, he had pulled an all nighter. "Someone's here" he said to himself. "Fuck 'em".

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

The air was cold outside, he remembered that. New Jersey was in the midst of record snow fall, even down on the shore where Atlantic City sat. There were five other legends in that Chamber. Each one a separate entity, built up and chisled into the annuls of XWF history. Each one became nothing more than a ghost by the end of the night. Only one man stood tall in the light of the flame.

Chaos.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

As much as he held the belt high and proud, he wished for the next day to come. Then it would be real. But little did he know that his Lenore would soon die off and leave him cold and alone--his entire being aching once more to be reunited. Lenore would sit on his mind, would be on his chest like the heaviest of weights. But some nights, it seemed as though she was gone for good.

Nameless now he was.....and with Bruce holding the belt, so was she....

Forevermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

Why were the curtains purple? What kind of cheap 70's theme hotel had Vinnie put him in? Why did he feel this way? It scared him. He hadn't felt this way since.....since....oh god---since then.

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”

Who the fuck kept knocking? It was probably room service. Did he order room service? Was it Jenny? No, she was doing a promo shoot. Was he hearing things? A photo of him in the ring with the Universal Title was on the screen. He could see it in the window's nighttime reflection. There was a full moon.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Finally frustrated with the rapping at the door, he pushed the chair back in a huff. He walked with a fever pitch towards the door. Ripping it open, he saw nothing there. The entire hallway was dark, the fluorescent lights twitching as if trying to come back on.

Was this some kind of a joke? He thought he heard a whisper. A light came on at the end of the hall

....gold......

......like Lenore.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

James Raven's comeback tour, his second chance-so to speak. He was the number one contender and won the X-Treme Championship on Savage before giving it back to Thaddeus. Who just hands a belt to someone? At least be like Jim and steal the damn thing. It is that kind of effort that gave the Kings ownership.....

He shuttered to himself. But Chris had faced bigger foes before. Had slayed larger beasts. James Raven was tough, but he wasn't impossible.

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

The gold light stayed like an orb. Torturing him. Eating him down to the very core.

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.

He ran his hands through his hair.....someone was fucking with him. This couldn't be real.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

Returning to his desk, he passed the television, featuring him standing on the top turnbuckle with his arms up, the Uni title around his waist. Sitting back at his desk with a huff, his very core burned. Why couldn't he be what he was? What happened to him? He knew he needed that signature win to propel him. Like he had over Doc. James Raven could be his Doc. James Raven WOULD be his Doc. He had to be.

What the FUCK?! What is that knocking?! Surely he had gone mad.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Chris convinced himself it was merely the breeze. It had to be. There was nobody in the hallway.

He wanted to be Universal Champion again so bad he could taste it. But he heard Heyman's words. Right now he isn't even in the title picture. IF, and that is a big IF, he beats Raven then MAYBE he could be in the picture. In the mix. In the hunt. But that was his only chance at the time being, and he had to take it. He had to beat James Raven to within an inch of his life. He had to torture this Canadian pretty boy. Like his music said, "I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away". James would give Chris all he could handle and more but at the end of the night, it would be James in a pool of his own blood---because Chris couldn't afford to throw this away.

What the FUCK is that knocking?

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

Storming back over he ripped the door open again.

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

To his surprise, James Raven stood there. James Raven, with his stupid haircut and his dumb jock smile. Shit eating grin. Totally fake. A man who claims he does whatever management tells him to do. A total sell out.

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

James has a weird aura about him. He had this glow. He hovered around and would not leave. Lenore, she got closer, but she still seemed so, so far away.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

James Raven, who came from a time long ago, needed to just go away......this wasn't a time for him anymore. These are turbulent times, and he just can't ride the wave anymore. But there he sits, the final beacon of light before he could reach Lenore.

His precious Lenore.

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

To Be Continued in Part Two

James, you have come back and you have made a splash. There is no denying that. All the hype around you, it is legit. You are a legend here, with more accolades than there are numbers, an X-Treme title that you gave away like a hooker on a street corner gives away vagina, but you have never faced someone like me. I am big game Chaos. Big match Chris. I built this place while you were gone. Like I said before, this isn't the same XWF where you beat the shit out Barney Green week in and week out. This is an XWF that was founded on my shoulders. It was on life support before I showed up, and I made it unpredictable, chaotic and down right good. This is the best wrestling promotion in the world and while you were somewhere in Toronto jerking off your dog, I was putting in the work to make this federation the best it could be. I did it by beating Doc, Duke, Graves, Gilmour, Reno, Dolly....to name a few. The biggest names then and arguably the biggest names that aren't Kings ™ now. I am going to spoil this little run you are on. I am going to make life hell for you. That Universal Title is mine and this may sound terrible of me, but now that Caedus doesn't have it.........I feel like I am that much closer. You are going to beat that scruffy cockstain and then, James, I am going to beat you. Just like I am going to beat you at Savage. I am going show the world that this is still MY company, and that this place still runs through me. Like you said in your little rant.....fuck the kings, fuck AX3, fuck everyone. This is Jenny and I's time. I needed to get to a place against Doc I had never been to before. I needed to get to a place where I hated. A place where I even frightened myself. I had to dig deep into the occult of my very being, to find a Chris that even I didn't know. I got to that place. I got to that place in the chamber. But that place has eluded me since. I haven't been able to channel the same hate. To channel the same pain. The same rage. Well, fuck this little good guy turn for the time being. For one night, at least, the OLD CHAOS is back. The Chaos who mowed through everyone in my path and blazed a row of firey destruction. My wake is a trail of blood and broken appendages. Just ask Steve Davids what I did on his little "return". I squashed him like the bug that he is and he has never been the same since. I am going to squash you, too, Raven. I am going to rip your wings off and make you eat them while I watch. I am going to make you suffer, James, not because I can but because I want to.

There is no off button for me anymore. There is no stopping, no mercy. Heyman gave me an ultimatum, but I look at it as a chance. Somewhere in that flabby jew body he found a way to give me a chance to prove myself like I did before. And I am not going to let him down.

All the talk has been Raven this and Raven that. NO MORE. Chaos has been arguably the most talked about name around here for almost a year and that is coming back Saturday Night. All the headlines, the XWF front page, everything. ME. Like it was, and like it should be.

James Raven, I'll admit it, I have slipped. But I haven't fallen off. I still have some of that old me left, I just needed a reason to open the cage doors. The demon has been chained for far too long.

When you step into that ring Saturday, you aren't stepping into the ring with the Chris Chaos that Doc has probably told you about. Because Doc has put out of his mind my win over him, he has written it off as falacy. He forgets it happened. But ask anyone about the old Chris. Ask anyone about the Chris who was Universal Champion in December and joined the company in August. Ask them about the man who joined AX3 intentionally to break them up, knowing picking them off individually would be easier than if they were united. Ask them about the Chris who rattled off eight consecutive wins when my Wild Card chamber spot was on the line, knowing my spot was gone if I lost. Ask them about that fire, that passion. I am sure they will tell you that THAT Chris is a Chris that can beat anyone at anytime, and a Chris that is flat out the best......

In the world.......

At what I do.

Quoth the Raven.

NEVERMORE."

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