The camera opens up to a very confined cubicle like area. The Village People’s “YMCA” is heard booming in the background. The setting is between four navy wooden walls. A toilet is shown in the rear, and a large familiar man is exposed on it. A half-naked man is standing in front of the familiar man and appears to be dancing. The camera looks up and a pink sign shows the logo for a strip club known as “The Fire Station.” The man continues to dance for the man when the camera gets a full shot of him. The man is SW superstar Christopher Chaos. Christopher Chaos appears to be enjoying the man’s company and is smiling as if he was in heaven. Chaos stands up and gets close to the dancing man. Christopher stares eye-to-eye with the man and they whisper to each other.MAN: Is this your first time?
CHAOS: Hmm... >rubbing finger down man’s chest< why don’t you tell me...
The two begin to passionately fondle each other and make love. The man begins to undress Christopher when suddenly the screen cuts to a living room. The room has clothes and dishes laying everywhere. A black leather couch sits in front of a television and takes up most of the space in the room. The camera shows a man resting on the couch and shows the television set on. The TV is hear rambling in the background when the man suddenly wakes up from a midday nap. He has a noticeable bulge in his pants where his zipper is. The bulge is only about three inches high though and the man appears upset. After awaking, the view allows the audience to realize that the upset man is wrestling superstar Clipper. Clipper swears under his breath and then begins to watch what is on the television. The television shows a scene very similar to what was being dreamt by Clipper and suddenly that is what the camera‘s focus is. The television is not exactly the same. Christopher Chaos does not seem happy or excited and simply sits on the toilet seat, staring at the man with an angry appearance. The dancing man seems to be having a ball while Chris looks to desire to attack the man. The viewers are then taken inside the private thoughts of Chaos.
CHAOS: Is this pathetic or what? The only camera time I’m able to get is in a bathroom of a gay strip club. In the bathroom stall with a gay stripper... I’m really going places in SW with promos like this. What is a guy like myself doing here in the first place anyways? I’m not gay. Oh yes, that’s right... the almighty prank. Good old Tara expects to get away with this. She first sabotages my drink with a load of Metamucil and it “just so happens” her car breaks down right outside a gay strip club. Then I guess it’s an everyday thing to have no lock on bathroom stalls and for a random stripper just to pop in on you with a camera set up in the stall. I applaud Tara for a job well done, but someone should warn her of the consequences. This is war baby...
The stripper tries to touch Chris, but Chaos lifts his fist. The man backs away but continues to dance in Christopher’s face.
CHAOS: Being the genius I am, I always seem to find connections between things. Come Friday I’m going to be in the same situation as I am now. Did I expect to have to do my business in a gay strip club with a stripper giving me a dance? No, and I do not like or enjoy it either. However, I am a man and I live life day-by-day, accepting it’s hardships and facing it’s challenges head-on. Now the situation I’m in now may not be considered a challenge, but it is certainly a tight situation. I’m taking a dump in a public bathroom in a gay club, so I now probably have Hepatitis or some other sort of STD. And these walls are closer than my ass cheeks, I don’t know how that fellow is dancing the way he is. Man how much of that stuff did she put in there? I can’t seem to... STOP!
Chris strains and an explosion can be heard taking place under his posterior.
CHAOS: Why are so many people questioning me for making an open challenge to the SW roster? It’s like they do not get it, but I guess they wouldn’t after last week. I was going to send a message to Supreme Wrestling through B-Dog, and I planned to annihilate him. Then the second we were in the same ring I decided “forget this, I’m going to have some fun tonight.” Then, B-Dog became my little toy. I played with him and used him until I finally got tired of him. So I terminated him and pinned the despondent waste of time and energy. Guys like B-Dog aggravate me to death, I mean do they seriously think that they have a future in wrestling? They may be successful in sub-par places like their mother’s bedroom, but they should not waste people’s time here. Monkeys have better chances of making it to the top here than guys like B-Dog, and that’s no exaggeration.
Chris pushes the man out of his way while he gets some toilet paper.
CHAOS: Nobody knows who may accept my challenge. It could be someone who epitomizes the term “worthless” like B-Dog or Matt Nitro. It could be someone trying to prove themselves worthy of being on top, like Dante Romano or Lucky 7. It could some washed up legend like Max Roach, Tiger Claw, or Paul Lexington. I wouldn’t worry too much of them though, they not only are not in their primes but even then they put our sport to shame by being considered “the best.” I honestly do not care who it is. I could give a rat’s ass if the person who walks down to the ring is named Cameron Tymes or Tyler Shane. I would not heed if I had to go one-on-one with a Jake Lyons or Tyler Evans. It makes no difference. I have experienced pain, sorrow, and too much embarrassment for one to have to endure in my lifetime. I am prepared for anything and everything, anyone and everyone. Tonight’s little “adventure” proves my point; I’ve allowed the man to do what he has without causing violence. I should probably be proud. Now that I have finished, let me get the hell out of this hell-hole. If he touches me, I swear I’ll be in prison for ten live sentences...
Christopher Chaos gets up and intimidates the man to move. The man checks out Chaos and Chris stares the man down so hard he ends up running away. Chris stares at him unbelievably and shakes his head. He exits the room as the screen fades to black.
Prepared for Anything