CHAOS REiGNS

by **Psycho** January 12th 2013, 2:01 am

I sat there. Broken glass everywhere from the light tubes. Table pieces laying astray on the ground. My feet resting, one foot lay on a piece of the broke Spanish Announcers table, the other on a folded chair. Max Adamson's limp motionless bloody beaten and battered body lay behind me. These cuts from the light bulbs are just not wanting to stop bleeding. The Freedom Championship was mine. Or so I thought. My feet aren't on the ground. I look to my empty hands that held the Freedom Championship throughout the match, I look up at a big monitor and James Shark is walking up the ramp, the Freedom Championship in his hands. MY Freedom Championship. Well played, Shark. You played this game the smart way and you got your prize. Good for you, motherfucker.

CHAOS REiGNS
redemption isn't your option!
LOCATION: Psycho's home. Somewhere in Kansas.

The camera comes in. It pans a room where you see framed pictures of Psycho with other wrestlers from over his career span. Titles hanging on the walls, Hall of Fame inductions. Everything that he has earned and accomplished throughout his career. Psycho is sitting at his desk in the room, messing around on his phone, he looks up and sees the camera. You can clearly see that he took some wounds from Ultimate Glory.

++[-"HARDCORE PSYCHOPATH" PSYCHO-]++
"Well, NLWF universe. I didn't win the Freedom Championship. That is perfectly fine with me. It isn't my time to shine as a champion here, not yet. I get that. I have to prove my worth. And that is perfectly fine with me. That is what being a champion is all about. Proving that you belong behind that title belt. Proving that the choice of getting that title around your waste, wasn't a poor choice. James Shark. You played a smart game, dude. You took your time as I just destroyed that match."

NEXT TiME WE MEET
in that ring, shark..

"It's won't be the same way. Congrats to you for walking away with the title. Congrats to you for finally capturing your championship in this federation, you are a good wrestler and honestly I think you deserve that title around your waste. For how long? Fuck, who knows? But I will tell you this, Shark, for as much respect as I have for you, I won't hesitate to drop you if you are put into my path of chaos in this federation. Everyone keeps saying that this is the year of NLWF. The year that we emerge and make an impact like no other has ever seen, and I am letting you and everyone else here know that I will be there causing terror throughout the entire ride that we are all riding along. Get ready motherfuckers."

CHAOS REiGNS
redemption isn't your option!

"EVERYONE saw what I did at Ultimate Glory, inside and outside of that ring. You don't ever know what I am going to do next, hell, half the time I don't even know what I am going to do next. I took out Steven Dave with the Livid Atrocity. We have some kind of fencing match-up with kendo sticks. I won that as well. I took out motherfuckers with a semi truck. A fucking semi truck dude. Adrenaline pumping, I couldn't be stopped. Betterman tried. Adamson tried. Young tired. Zombie tried. Shark tried. Angel tried. You can't stop me. And now, after all of the carnage. After all of the bloody beatings and brutal epic spots in and out of the ring....Pride approaches. And now I have to team with some douche that goes by the name of Mark Zout?"

WHO THE FUCK
is this dude anyways?

"I have not seen him cut one single promo since I've been here. And now he is my Tag Team partner for Pride? I mean fuck, we are only going against the dynamic douche duo of Max Adamson and James Betterman, so it is whatever. I don't even need Zout by my side for this one. Do I? Max, James, I think I showed you BOTH just how much I'm not fucking around here. Didn't I? Yeah, I think so dudes. Max, how'd you like being pinned between those two cages? How did you like that ladder....smacking you in the fucking face and then stomach? Oh, how did you like the feeling of.."

THE LiViD ATROCiTY
right off the cage?

"I bet, that you didn't like any of those things one fucking bit. Am I right? How did that feel Max? Knowing that you are just getting your pathetic little ass handed to you by the very guy you thought you would walk all over? How did it feel, when you looked between the links of the cage, only to see me charging at you with a ladder? Knowing, you can't go anywhere. You are stuck. You were just shit out of luck. Max, you brought that beating upon yourself. Yeah, you got a pin on me in the match, I will recognize that. I am not worried about it one bit though. It won't happen against, especially during Pride. Ah yeah, and then that fall through the light bulb table and the Spanish Announcers table. Oh fuck dude."

THAT SHiT WAS JUST
so fucking brutal so brilliant!

"You laid there, motionless. You laid there in a pool of your own blood, and you didn't get up anytime soon. I will admit, I go some real sick pleasure in knowing that I did that to you. Knowing that I was the one who broke you. I was the one who made you bleed. Made you feel pain you probably have never felt in your entire life. Oh the joy. The pure excitement. I didn't mind watching James Shark walk away with the title that I worked so hard to get out of those cages. Why? Because I knew that I caused you the pain that I told you I would cause you, Max. And that, that was enough for me."

BETTERMAN iS JUST
the better man eh?

"Yeah dude, you really showed that at Ultimate Glory, didn't you? I will admit, you did get me a couple of times, as well as Max did. You buried me under some chairs and shit. You got me good on the trailer of that semi. I won't just go without embracing that. But as far as you being the 'better man' that night. Well, let me just say that you should probably think of a new slogan or something dude. James Betterman 'I resort to porno and gay jokes.' How about that? Yeah? No? You don't like it, do you? How about, James Betterman 'I got my fucking ass whooped like nothing more than a prostitute that owes my pimp money!' Yeah, there you go dude."

YOU DiDN'T STAND
any sort of chance at all, dude.

"But it's all good James. I know you will come out here and run your little mouth just like Max Adamson who seems like he will do just about anything for you just to be your Tag Team partner. Like you guys even stand a chance in that tournament. Get real guys. Your fucked. Just face it. You are fighting me at Pride. Possibly even Mark Zout, but lets get real right now, that dude probably won't even show his face again. So, I won't even consider him as part of the match in my head. Max Adamson, James Betterman.....I beat you two like dogs quite a few times now....I will do it again at Pride. Believe that for sure, bitches. Don't be so humble, motherfuckers. You aren't that great. I am the Hardcore Psychopath..."

i'M TOO FUCKiNG HARDCORE!
memento mori.

As Psycho finishes up what he had to say for the upcoming Pride PPV, the scene fades to black.