When the CHAMP speaks. You damn well better listen.

Interview with the Combated Champion


Sarah walks in to find Chaotic Bliss meditating in the center of the room. She could have sworn that he was momentarily translucent. But then reassures herself that such a thing would be impossible and so she approaches the Champ.

Sarah> Mr. ermmm Chaotic Bliss?

CB> ..........Yes?

Sarah> Well first I wanted to congratulate you on your victory and your winning of the Combated Title Belt.

Chaotic Bliss then slings the belt over his shoulder, admiring it.

CB> <smirks> My victory was assured the moment I stepped into the ring.

Sarah> There are many in the locker room that believe that if it were not for the actions of the English Bruiser you may very well have lost that match.

CB> <looks Sarah square in the eye> Is that so?
CB> <spins away and focuses on the camera> Well then. I am hereby issuing an open invitation to each and every one of you that believe they have the ability to put me down 1...2...3. Come and get me!

Sarah> Wow! So we should look forward to a title match come Monday night?

CB> Hahaha! No Chance! Those piss ants should be honored to simply be allowed in my presence.
You think I'm a fluke!?! You think I'm a fraud!?! You think that I require help from the likes of a low life like The English Bruiser!?! Then I challenge any of you in the locker room to meet me in the ring on Monday Night Battlefield! Just keep in mind that you may never walk out.

Chaotic Bliss smacks the camera out of his way and leaves Sarah in the room with a look of shock on her face.

-the camera turns to Odysseu5 calmly eating dinner at a gigantic table. armour and weapons are strewn around the room; Odysseu5's face is the picture of frustration and anger.

"so this little sissy has the nerve to brag over his tournament "win"? chaotic bliss you should be happy just to have survived that match. the fact that you won was an absolute fluke, helped by that british bozo...

I WILL challenge you. i will destroy you in front of everyone so they know how lucky you were. you aren't a champion. you are just a stepping stone. prepare to be embarrassed."

-with that Odysseu5 returns to his dinner, content that chaotic bliss will very soon be looking up at him from the flat of his back.

SC: I agree, that "win" is nothing to brag about. But if he's content of being the "king of the small frys" then let him have his 15 minutes of fame. The wrestling I saw was not overly impressive. Now, should he put on his man shoes, and his big boy undies, and try his luck in the heavyweight redeemer, and win that. Maybe then, Chaotic Bliss will have something worth being arrogant about.

SC: he's like a peacock, strutting his stuff to try and get people to like him, because he knows no other way. Kinda like Pedro Legend.

CB> Well, well, well. Once again the Final Fantasy freak has to put his 2 cents in. Perhaps he is just really bored with his life as it is. Perhaps he should find himself a wife. Maybe settle down with a nice Moogle and have yourself some little mole/bat, freak of nature, kids. Then perhaps you wouldn't find it necessary to always poke your head in where it doesn't belong.

CB> Now back to the somewhat relevant issue of Odysseu5. So you truely wish to accept my open challenge? Very well. Although I doubt that you will even bother to show up. Considering the fear I could here in your voice during your little fit you just threw. But I digress. Should you actually show up
you will find yourself put right back down. You are, after all, nothing but a myth. And what is a myth
but a long winded story told by an ancient blowhard whose only claim to fame is being a town drunk.

CB> Now if you don't mind my Chocobo stew is getting cold.


{Chaotic Bliss laughs mockingly as he leaves the room.}

SC: what the hell is a moogle or chocobo? You call me a freak, yet you make up ficticious words.