Post by Chris Chaos on Sept 23, 2023 18:25:43 GMT -5
ASHES
The ashes and rubble were familiar to him. His feet crunched over the dirt, ash and rubble as he took slow deliberate steps.
"All that is left, Mac....."
He picked up a piece of dark dust and let it run through his fingers. It blew away softly in the slight Florida breeze.
"I was in a bad situation.....and I did what thought I needed to do. I did the only thing in my mind that made sense to me."
He looked a the plot of land around him, 90 percent of which was charred and scorched.
"What I couldn't do with words and phrases, I did with gasoline and flame. What I didn't want in my life anymore, I took out forever."
He watched the ocean breeze ruffle the trees. As the branches rustled and the leaves made that familiar quiet click, he could almost hear the screams.
"I still hear the voices. I still hear the screams. I still smell the flesh. But unlike before, I no longer battle with it. I accept it. When I am in a jam, Mac, I don't sulk. I don't walk around wanting everyone to feel sorry for me and say poor me. I don't want people looking at me as a charity case. So I do something about it. I understand that you haven't been in the business as long as I have so therefore do not have the experience, but Mac my boy.......you just don't have the killer instinct needed. It's simple. You dress up like Broke Back Mountain Halloween Costume, and for what? To LOOK tough? The illusion, the cruel, cruel illusion, of making people think you're as insane as me. You aren't. You just would like to be. You'd like to be imperial, but all you are is inferior.
They pounded on the doors and windows, but there was nowhere to go. Each one was vice-tight. The smoke seared their lungs, and made it torture to inhale even the slightest.
The window's were an eternity away, but they needed to fight through the rubble to get to it. Maybe, just maybe, if they could get to a window they could somehow break it. Something....anything......
Their skin felt as though it had been in an oven for an hour, and their mouths tasted as though they had been chewing on cotton for days.
I have risen through the ranks to become to most powerful and influential superstar
The floor was collapsing beneath them. Where the hell were the police and firefighters? Why hadn't their alarm went off? And oh god, where were the kids?
The sound was a loud roar. She wasn't even sure fire made a sound......but this was 50 thousand times louder than thunder pounding. And it was constant. It was so bright. So freaking bright.
Her husband had made it to the front door. It did not budge. He tried kicking it. It was seemingly reinforced with something. Why wasn't it budging?
She coughed again, it hurt her throat.
She needed to get to that window.
It seemed like a football field away.
"Mac, your finisher is called 'Branded'. How fitting. Because that is what is going to happen Monday Night. It's also ironic that your other primary finisher is called 'Blunt Force Trauma', because that is what you must have sufferd to think you have a snowballs chance in hell in this match. There are levels to this. There is a pecking order. There is a way of doing things. There is an earning system in play. Sure, a win here would be HUGE for you whereas a loss from me wouldn't matter in the long run, but a win for me over you----just a shoulder shrug. You see, winning for you is hopeful, for me it's expected. I expect to win every time I step into that ring. You just hope you can.......
Wouldn't that just be neat?!
"Help!" she called out, but knew she wasn't talking to anyone in particular. There was nobody there. Nobody to help.
The clock fell off the wall as it melted away. The drywall had a large hole. The couch ripped and split in front of her. She made her move. Running at full speed but hardly moving, she ran across the floor. Using agility she never knew she had, she jumped over the couch. Landing harder than she would have liked on the floor, she hobbled to the window.
Locked. Of course.
She had to break it.
She brought the side of her fist to the glass.
An Opponent Once Told Me:
You see Chris, you’re an obvious shadow of your former self. 31-10. Cling onto that. Your past is important, each one of those wins and losses have made you who you are today.
You see Chris, you’re an obvious shadow of your former self. 31-10. Cling onto that. Your past is important, each one of those wins and losses have made you who you are today.
What is the point of living if you aren't winning? Have you ever played sports in your life besides 'Lets Fuck My Sister'? Every win matters, of course, even the little ones. If Alabama football loses to LSU or to an FCS school, it's still a loss, no matter the prestige of the opponent. You're in it to win it or you shouldn't be in it all. Mac your biggest problem isn't a lack of talent, it is a lack of humility. You puff your chest out and ramble out tough guy words between spits of chaw when you (nor Bam) were good enough to make it in XWF. I sat back, I watched. I listened to the talks. I replied to the group chats. You were a joke. Filler talent, at best. Bam Miller never rose above the mid-card, and you lasted what, 6 months? That's being generous. Sure, it wasn't a good fit, I get it. Praise be to Chaos, I get it. So you tucked tail and ran back home so daddy Page could nurse your wounds. Now you want to defend your turf, put all your pride into making the WGWF name mean something.
You didn't even face the 'real' Omega.
Sorry not sorry Jay, but the only Omega I acknowledge is the Main one.
People used to drool over how good I was. Hell, I did. It hit me like a freight train and even I wasn't ready for the elevated push that came with it. I put XWF, who many feel is the best wrestling promotion on the planet, on my back for YEARS. You can't even hold WGWF in those grubby fingers. People haven't seen me wrestle full time in a long time, but I am fading to obscurity, right? Not so fast sweet-cheeks......I AM JUST GETTING STARTED. But that is the beauty of chaos....it can change in the snap of a finger. It's kind of like life. You just never know what is coming next. That is why I do what I do. That is why I am who I am. You can make a big deal about my wins and losses, about my recent performances, about things I have said in yesteryear, but at the end of the day there are very few who can test my resume. I sit in a class of my own.
An ICONOCLAST, if you will.
See what I am hinting at? I held the status that I did because I earned my way there. Nobody says you won't one day, trust me. You've got fans here. But you won't as long as I am here. That title, that division, that level is mine if I want it. I am the supreme being overlooking the land and right now Mac you are the simple serf who is making sure the radish's stay watered. You're stuck in the field yet you are saying "one day I will be king". Cowboy......baby steps. Try to get inside the castle first before you try to take a stab at the biggest throne in professional wrestling.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something. Something.....someone.
Trying to look while fumbling with the window lock, it looked like a human. Oh yes! Yes! Maybe he could help!
The fire rushed behind her, she could hear it. Feel it on the back of her legs.
She slammed on the window as hard as she could again, and couldn't even hear it. She felt it, but her silent slams were seemingly doing nothing. The figure on the lawn moved closer. Too slow, much to slow!
Walk faster, my god walk faster!
She heard her husband yell, and saw the bottom of his pants on fire as he backed into a corner.
"The doors and window's have all been sealed, Maureen, this place is a vault! A trap! Someone did this!"
He winced as the fire ate away his socks.
You see, my desperation in my current situation is signs of change. Signs of evolution. For through the hottest fires are born the most beautiful artifacts.
"All are so quick to confuse confidence with cockiness. All are so quick to tell me how hard the ground is beneath my fall. Nobody knows what happened to me more than me. All of my downfalls, they are self-inflicted wounds. I have had ebbs and flows, ups and downs, but I have never once pointed the finger at anyone but myself. If I didn't get the job done, I owned it. I didn't get the job done against John Cable. I own it. I also own the fact that a win over me has done more for John Cable's career than anything else in recent memory. A win over me was a staple, a statement, and a trophy. A win over me, Mac, would be your Super Bowl. Everyone wants me to address the questions, but they haven't earned the answers.
Can you rise up to the pressure? You certainly haven't yet."
He bent down and picked up what looked to be a piece of a teddy bear. It was so burned that it was hardened to fossil thickness.
"They took everything from me, so I took everything from them. That is what I do. XWF may publicly shame me, but internally, they wish me back with every waking hour. I was their sanity within the chaos. Same with this. I am the rock that this place sits on and anything that challenges that will be burned to rubble, to ashes."
She recognized the person on their lawn. He had shoulder length blonde hair--this stood out because he was wearing all black. Her husbands screams echoed with the roar, adding a sort of evil harmony to the tune of death.
Too late for him she whipped her head back around as the fire engulfed her legs and waist. She looked dead into the eyes of the man on the lawn.
He stared back at her.
Mouthing help, mouthing please, slamming the window again she could see the man smiling. He waved to her as if waving goodbye.....a suureal, slow wave and that smile that tore her heart out.
Looking into the house the man saw this witch of a woman slamming the window and he assumed she was yelling....
Screaming.
As the fire raced up and covered the figurine in the window he dropped to his knees.
The last sight she saw was the man dropping to his knees.
"CHRIS!" she yelled as she felt her throat melt.
"Maureen" he said under his breath.
The damp grass felt cool on his cloth-laden knees.
"Mother."
"Mother."
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Ring Around the Rosie
What do you suppose we
Can Do To Fight the Darkness
In Which We Drown
Ring Around The Rosie
This Evil Thing, It Knows Me
Lost Ghosts Surround Me
I can't fall down
Down on his knees he felt them. He felt Maureen and Dan Dagastino. He felt the presence of the life he ruined, the family he crumbled, all of the the careers that disappeared into the night. The blood on his hands.
He set a bloody rosary necklace down on the old rubble lot.
Mac Bane was a shaky foundation to begin with. All that was left to do was light the match and watch him implode.
Mac Bane's hopes and dreams would crumble at the feet of Chris Chaos......
......While Chris's flame would forever burn.
ASHES TO ASHES
COW-BOY FALLS DOWN
LET THE CHAOS IN
It's not about money, it's about sending a message. Everything burns.
The flame burned slow in the candle. Something so small, insignificant almost, but was capable of doing so much damage. A little candle can burn down an entire building. A little candle can kill a human being. A little candle can destroy almost anything on planet earth.
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.----Ferdinand Foch
The rosary beads sat on the table. The had blood on them. The fire was set, the bodies had been found, and the investigation had begun. But what choice did he have left? Push a man too far, and he will do ungodly things......
...but funny how he turns to god shortly after. How they ask for forgiveness but knowing somewhere in the bad of their mind that forgiveness will never come. Part of them wants to be caught. Part of them wants to be punished for what they did. But part of them wants to do it again and again and again....a lust after death is a lust like no other.
When you are pushed to this level, you aren't yourself. When your rage is so white-hot that even your soul is on fire. That is the most powerful weapon on planet earth.
Maybe now she will love him. Maybe now that there is nothing left. Nothing left to run back to, no excuses to hide behind. Maybe now she will realize how far he will go for her.........
Or she would suffer the same fate.
Oh god, was this even him? He was truly a monster.
But that house, the house that caused so much unnecessary pain to so many for so long, was gone. No more. The fortress that seemed impenetrable, immortal, was now nothing but rubble. The house he once feared was now nothing more than ashes and dirt. The one place he felt like could never be destroyed....a place that had a choking grip over him for nearly a decade........
Did he have it anymore? Was he lighting his own flame or setting himself on fire?
But as he watched the smoke billow over the trees the only thing he could think to himself was......
Everything Burns.
He blew the candle out and a gunshot could be heard.
He was finally free.