Chaos in the Dark

[NBD]

Standing in the bowels of the boiler room is a large figure clad in his usual dark swat gear it looks like, although the only thing real clear is the face of A Native Americano looking etched in stone with a expression to match. His long dark hair hanging down his shoulders covering the sides of his face making his dark eyes peer out through naturally squinted eyes. He is hungry for competition, A Native Americano is ready for WAR, ready to show any doubters who the High Chief Warrior is.

"Brady Henderson, you have your wits about you when it comes to this, match, that we are about to enter into even though there is no real preparation for this bound to be brutal battle in the dark depths of what may as well be hell!!!"

A Native Americano flipping his hair back letting a slight snarl escape from his lips to let his expression slip back to that of a statue with no emotion.

"I will battle you to the end Brady and I agree, may the best man win. As long as you do what you have been doing, yes, there is no problem between us. Personally, I would be pulling for you to win and as much as I probably shouldn't say this, but deep down in my gut I still want to see you walk out of this the winner after the trash Josh spewed about you. Sure, I will win this if it comes down to it, I am not going to let Brady walk out of the boiler room without a knock 'em down, drag 'em out fight! Now Josh, he had some trash to spew my way too and I just had a slight laugh when I watched his ass run his mouth beyond his capabilities. He may have called me the only real competition in this match, but that is only the tip of where he is wrong. For one, my old lady Whitney Marret has no responsibility for your son not being able to take care of himself in this business, plus, you have yet to prove any of your bullshit to be true. Truth does not matter in here, in the boiler room, just who can survive this onslaught of Dark Chaos. So can you survive Josh, can you withstand the force of the Renegade of Peace barreling down on you?!

The CFO's eyes growing ever intense as his expression remains that of stone.

"If you think your pot shots at my old lady are supposed to make me an uncontrollable angry man who will make mistakes tonight, you are once again wrong, Josh. I am controlled rage at its finest and tonight I unleash hell! I know better than to believe YOU cause ya got no clue who Whitney Marret is other than seeing her past matches in SEF, watching what she does right here in this company. I know Whitney so well I can speak for her, but that is neither here nor there for right here in this moment is your downfall in the Dark Chaos match that will rock the foundation of this arena off kilter when I hit you with Smoked and make you MY bitch!!!"

And now a slight smirk at that exclamation of what is to happen inside the darkness of the boiler room below the Rostraver Ice Garden in Pittsburgh PA. A Native Americano removing the smirk to show that face of stone fading into the darkness, waiting for WAR to begin.