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Date Posted: 07:42:56 01/11/03 Sat
Author: Darrin Chaos
Subject: Chaos 101: A Lesson in Power





Chaos 101: A Lesson in Power


So tell me, what's the price to pay for glory? -Finch


There is the loud clattering of an old film reel, and a black and white countdown shows on the screen. 5...4...3...2 - quite suddenly, the noise of the film reel has stopped, and the picture is playing in color now, instead of black and white. A group of high-class looking men and women, most of them middle aged or older, inside of an expensive-looking, large dwelling, sipping champagne and seemingly fixated on a large clock positioned on the wall in the background. After a moment, the group breaks into a loud chant.

Group: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

Everybody clinks glasses and bursts into song.

Group: Should all acquaintance be forgot, and never cross to mind? Should all acquaint-

This scene ends, and immediately converts to a new one. There is an overweight, middle-aged man snoring in a weathered old recliner inside of a dark room, a bottle of cheap beer dangling from his limp right hand. He is wearing a faded pair of jeans that don't seem to fit him too well, and no shirt, his large beer belly exposed. He is faintly illuminated by the glow of the television, a trace of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Again, there is a burst of static, and we immediately find ourselves viewing Benjamin Stevens, the president of the CWF, standing on the stage with a microphone, a clip from last week's Glory.

President Stevens: One of the many problems with Mike Manson and with Arioch, is that they are too set in their ways. They don't realize that change is a good thing. They didn't realize that the change I tried to bring about in them, was for the better. They're too STUBBORN for their own good. But in a way, that's not their fault. Time is their enemy in that aspect. So I looked for someone without that problem...youth...youth is what I looked for. And youth is what I found in this talented young man...so Mike Manson, I'd like to introduce you to the second piece of the puzzle...a man that you're somewhat familiar with I'd say...

The scene cuts to the Chaos Theory on Mike Manson that immediately ensued, followed by Darrin Chaos shaking hands with both Meyer Dillinger and President Stevens. The reel abruptly ends, cutting to the inside of the Glasgow arena where the next Glory is to be held. The entire arena is darkened and totally empty, except for the ring, where there is a faint, thin beam of light falling from the ceiling to cover most of the ring, from the center to the ropes in a perfect circle, the turnbuckles still veiled in darkness. In the center of the ring stands one solitary figure, head lowered, long hair hanging carelessly toward the ground below. As the camera moves in, the lone figure raises his head, revealing the face of Darrin Chaos, brown and blonde locks streaming over his face, which is twisted into a sardonic smile.

Darrin Chaos: Everyone has a different way of ringing in the new year. Many of those pointless traditions are similar, but none of them are entirely the same. On Glory, everybody saw my way. And in all honesty, that's probably the best new year's I've ever had. Not only did that clown MANimal receive the publice humiliation he deserved, but Zeitgeist the Perpetual received the beating that he's always had coming, and I got the privilege of personally planting Mike Manson's face into the center of the ring. Sorry if I gave you a headache Mikey. I guess next time you'll be smart enough not to fuck with the man who controls your job.

Darrin pauses for a moment, thinking to himself.

Darrin Chaos: However, even while I sit here and laugh at you for not knowing it was coming, there still remain those who wonder why I did what I did. Why did I join forces with that mean, evil man who runs the federation? I only need one word to answer that question: POWER. One word, two syllables, yet it means everything to every man, woman, and child on the planet. Everybody wants strength, everybody wants control, everybody... wants... power. People don't hate Ben Stevens, people are JEALOUS of Ben Stevens. He has everything that everybody could only dream of. He has money, he has power, and he has control. That is probably the biggest motivation, but not exactly the only one.

Darrin pauses and inhales deeply, giving the impression that he's about to switch gears completely.

Darrin Chaos: The band Finch once asked the question, what is the price to pay for glory? When you really think about it, that question is not nearly as complicated as it seems at a glance. The price of glory is the same as the price of anything else worth achieving. Hard work, ethics, and all that other bullshit? Don't be stupid. Those things alone would never get you anywhere. Hard work? An understatement. If you ever want to make it anywhere in this business, you need to give YOUR LIFE. As far as ethics go, they will accomplish nothing more than hampering you at every turn. Ethics were invented by somebody who wanted everyone else to drift through life as slowly as he already did. All it requires is your life, but having friends in high places, I've found, can get you there much faster.

There is another pause, as Darrin ambles over to the far corner of the ring, and leans against the turnbuckle, shrouded in darkness.

Darrin Chaos: And the final reason, the simplest, is that President Stevens is the best leadership that the CWF has ever had, and he needs all of the support he can get. I would rather die than have that quack MANimal in charge of my job, and with that bitch of a daughter he has prancing around, there is nothing that this league needs more than Ben holding things together.

The scene briefly fades to a CNN report.

CNN Anchor: And our top story today, an all-out brawl took place at a late-night bar yesterday, several were injured, including a policeman. The instigator is said to be one of the new additions to the CWF wrestling league. Ben Stevens, the CWF CEO and president, has yet to release an official comment regarding the event.

Fades back to the ring, where Darrin Chaos is standing under the edge of the spotlight, illuminated so that his smug smirk is visible, but his eyes are not.

Darrin Chaos: See, without President Stevens, this league, along with all of its employees, would be headed straight to hell. We have a world champ who claims to be unable to defend his title, some no-talent named Gyon as our Hardcore champ, the new guys are starting barfights... without Ben's leadership, we would all be out of a job, and I honestly can't say that's an idea that I'm very fond of. But still, there remain those who oppose him. Travis Smith, Arioch, Drew Carrig... even that miserable shitstain Mike Manson seems to think that he's above the president, that he's better than the president. Isn't it convenient that there are four major oppositions to Stevens' rule, and all of them are going to get into the ring and tear each other apart on Wednesday? Hahaha, you fools. Alone, you're not even a speed bump for the president's reign, yet your egos are all too bloated to even consider helping one another out. All you care is that you continue to entertain your own massive ego, and the fans even continue to give you the self-esteem fellatio that you all feel you deserve. See Mike, Stevens doesn't only control your job, he controls YOUR LIFE. If you make him your ally, you will be rewarded, but if you piss him off, if you piss US off, we can and will make your life a living hell. The time has come to become the elite, or be ruled by them.

There is another long pause, and Darrin seems to reconsider what he just said.

Darrin Chaos: Whatever, it's no concern of mine. This Wednesday, the third piece of the puzzle will fall into place. No one can stop us now.

The scene fades to black, and the clattering of the film reel starts up once again. The countdown begins to play as it did at the beginning of the promo: 5...4...3...2... I AM THE YOUTH.




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