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Chris Chaos · **01-12-2017, 07:16 PM**

FO·MO Part 1

noun
informal
1. anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere, often aroused by posts seen on a social media website.
"I realized I was a lifelong sufferer of FOMO"

Chris and Jenny wanted to live up this trip as much as possible. He had his biggest test since the chamber coming up, and he wanted to have fun and relax before what many were calling a career defining match. Would he be the alpha male? Would he be the apex predator? Would he continue to be able to hold on to the claim of being the best at what he does? What happened in the ring, stayed in the ring. Due to strict rules from the higher ups, he could not touch the other members of this match, or the roster for that matter, until he stepped into the ring. Part of him wondered if Reno and Nixon loved their bloody tampon and shit log presents, part of him didn’t care. He sat out in a lawn chair on the balcony of the ship, attached to his luxury room, with nothing but his XWF=Chaos tee shirt on and cargo shorts. On his feet were Nike Air Max shoes, gray mesh, with a white check mark. The shoes matched the sky. The sun was peeking its head out from behind the clouds. The water was a deep navy blue. Waves began to form as they got further and further away from the tropical paradise they set sail from and closer and closer to the icy abyss they were destined to reach.

Land, at this point, was an afterthought. All he could see was wide open nothingness. It was easy, way out here, for someone to feel alone. It made him think about the sheer size not just of the planet but of the solar system, the galaxy, the universe, and just how small we really are. The wide open water was churning. The waves had to be about 8 feet tall at their highest point. That is nothing to a ship this large but Chris couldn’t help but think...what would it be like to be out there, by yourself, all alone. He wondered what it would be like for either Caedus or Ravenwolf. What it would be like to plunge into this water, never knowing what was underneath you, never knowing if help was ever coming......your limbs going numb.

Chris wanted to do everything he could. He wanted to live it up while he could. He did not want to be remembered as a transitional champion, like Gilmour was, but he also did not want to be remembered as bland. Or boring.

He thought about Clearwater, and what was happening right now. He thought about the Brown Boxer, or Rockaway Grill, right on the beach. He thought about the 80 degree weather they were having. Something big was happening there right now, he could feel it. But here he was, stuck in the middle of somewhere, with no way to get there. No way to see what he was missing out on. No way to partake in the jello shots, the wet tee shirt volleyball, the literal thousands of upskirt bikini shots from bar stools. The live music. The sunshine.

But a cruise ship has things to do. It always had. There were events and activities to do, but for some reason, he felt like he was missing out. FOMO, it is a real thing. The fear of missing out. As he gazed out at the water in front of him, cold and dark with no end in sight, he thought about FOMO and thought about what it truly meant.

Fear of missing out or FoMO is "a pervasive apprehension that others might be having rewarding experiences from which one is absent". This social angst is characterized by "a desire to stay continually connected with what others are doing". FoMO is also defined as a fear of regret, which may lead to a compulsive concern that one might miss an opportunity for social interaction, a novel experience, profitable investment or other satisfying events.

In other words, FoMO perpetuates the fear of having made the wrong decision on how to spend time, as "you can imagine how things could be different".

Chris remembered back to 4th grade, around the same time he met Nicole. They didn't have cable, barely had lights, and he only ate 3 times a week.

"I contracted it when I realized that all of my classmates (or so it seemed) had Nickelodeon, and I didn’t. They talked about cartoons and television shows watched the night before — something about a game show where the losing contestant was “slimed.” One day, I decided to take this to the top.[/i]

“Dad, can we get cable?” I asked.

“Cable? Uh, no.”

“Why not? All of my friends have cable. And I’m bored.”

“Go outside and play a sport, or read a book. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

“Daaaaaaaaaad! Everyone else has it!”

“Buck up, little trooper.”

(That last line really was his response, by the way. Another classic Dad-ism was to wake me up for school by saying, “Time to make the doughnuts!” as cheerfully as possible.)

In my mind, every, single kid in fourth grade knew who got slimed except for me. But Dad wouldn’t give in. He’d buy me any book, a microscope, a bike, or build me a clubhouse, but he wouldn’t budge on cable. So when talk turned to television shows in the school cafeteria, I was the odd kid out.

Self-determination theory (SDT) asserts that the feeling of relatedness or connectedness with others is a legitimate psychological need that influences people's psychological health. In this theoretical framework, FoMO can be understood as a self-regulatory state arising from situational or long-term perception that one's needs are not being met.

Gabe Reno fit this category. And so did Thomas Nixon. But I remember WAY back then this same thing happened to me. When Nicole's needs weren't being met because I was always busy with sports or fighting or whatever. She would text me "tonight is the night" and I had to tell her I had practice, or a fight, or something. That is probably why she ended up going back to Jason when we were older......his schedule was free and she had Fomo. Sexual fomo, but fomo none the less."

With the development of technology, people's social and communicative experiences have been expanded from face-to-face to online. On one hand, modern technologies (e.g., mobile phones, smartphones) and social networking services (e.g., Facebook, Twitter) provide a unique opportunity for people to be socially engaged with a reduced "cost of admission".

On the other hand, mediated communication perpetuates an increased reliance on the Internet. A psychological dependence to being online could result in anxiety when one feels disconnected, thereby leading to a fear of missing out or even pathological Internet use. As a consequence, FoMO is perceived to have negative influences on people's psychological health and well-being, because it could contribute to people's negative mood and depressed feelings.

FoMO has also been associated with experiencing more negative alcohol-related consequences and consuming a higher quantity of alcoholic drinks.

That is when it hit him like a sack of bricks. He DID have Fomo, but he had over come it. The fear of missing out at the title, something that had plagued him throughout his time in PW, had finally lifted. He was the champion. He wasn't missing out on anything. If anything, people were missing out on him.

Gabe Reno and Thomas Nixon....they have FOMO. They feel they are missing out. Missing out at being on top. Missing out at being a champion that actually matters. Missing out on being something more than what they are.

"Jenny, can you come here for a second?"

The slider door opened and Jenny came out. She was shivering. "Jesus, Chris, it is cold out here. I think it is going to rain. What do you want?"

"I think I have figured it out. Gabe Reno has Fomo......the fear of missing out. I mean, look at the dictionary description. He fits it to a T. He wants to be relevant. He fears missing out on the perks of a champion. He fears people not talking about him and being the center of attention constantly. He feels like he is missing out on something, which is why he can't leave me alone. It took me a minute to finally get it, but Gabe Reno is scared........"

"You called me out here to tell me that?"

"No. I called you out here to put some sweatpants on and throw your hair back. We are going to experience all there is to experience on this ship! We are going to have fun by god! Get dressed!"

Jenny smiled, her arms crossed, shivering. "Are you coming in?"

"Yes....give me a few."

He heard the slider door close behind him. Above him, it began to rain.

FOMO, according to JWTIntelligence, is “the uneasy and sometimes all-consuming feeling that you’re missing out — that your peers are doing, in the know about, or in possession of more or something better than you.” For example, someone could be fearful of going to the hottest restaurant and ordering the wrong thing. Often FOMO leads to buying something — a bigger TV than your neighbor or booking a vacation with your friends because they’re all going and you’re afraid of missing out.

Gabe Reno will NEVER hold the Universal Title. And that terrifies him.

F.O.M.O

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Am I the only one this is obvious too? Am I the only one who sees Reno as a scared rabbit? Am I the only one who sees six promos, all of which are BS, and who sees the little kid starting to ooze out of the pours of Gabe Reno? All of his promo's deal with sex, both gay and not, fantasy situations, and magic. If that isn't a middle schoolers wet dream, I don't know what is. Reno is a child. He loves unicorns and dragons. He is facinated by anime and various cartoons. His entire life is a cartoon. His entire life is an illusion. I saw his last promo. I saw his last charade. Illusion? Me? No sir. What he is doing is trying to divert people's attention away from the fact that his existance on this roster is nothing but a goddamn charade. You try to divert your lack of relevance and respect and flip it onto me. Cute try, decent attempt, but nobody is buying it. I will admit, it was entertaining. Nobody said you aren't a good entertainer. Your promos are colorful, with light shows and cool videos. But that is all they are, entertainment. Half the people who watch them laugh at your cock jokes and pedophilia references, the other half laugh about how much of a joke you truly have become.

I mean, if I could go back and quote all of your promos, I see nothing but simply that. Dick jokes. Anal sex jokes. I think I wrote a few quotes down. Oh yeah, here we are.....

I believe the promo was called "Trying To Climax". First let me just say I hope you get that figured out. I heard blue balls can be very detrimental to the human male pysche.

Nut...err....but, yeah, the whole little Paul Heyman and myself doing testimonials about ED? Is that the best you could honestly come up with? And why, Gabe, why, are you even spending time thinking about my man business? I mean, this is as juvenille as it gets. This is that 8th grader comedy I was talking about previously. Did you think it was clever? Think it was creative?

"Absolutely stimulating, Chris. See, Chris allows the viagra flow into his mouth because that’s how his brain works. He swallows phrases and buzzwords in a continuous downpour, but he doesn’t even realize that most of his sentiments get really repetitive or they don’t make sense at all. We call it, cock-mongering. So a hard dick is the ultimate game changer. It has taken him from an aspiring wanna-be, to the very top of his game..."

Hahah. Are we talking about the same person that beat you? The same person that threw you through a window? The same person who is currently the TOP champion in this business and 15-1 in his last 16 matches? That person? And that one is solely due to an act of cowardice? Yeah, I think that is the person you are referencing. You are truly pathetic. You have nothing on me, nothing to say about me, so you resort to dick jokes....what did you call it.....cock-mongering? If anything, that is what you are doing Gabe. I could very easily come out and cut silly promos about you and having a small penis and no nuts. I could cut promos where I pay an actor to pretend they are you and put a wig on them with a fake set of tits and equalize their ass through a stack of pregnancy tests. But I don't. You know why? That isn't the type of thing a champion does. That isn't the kind of thing the TOP champion does. Those are the actions of a desperate man trying to hold on to any shred of relevance by trying to make the audience laugh. You don't see the champ doing these things.....because I, unlike you, actually take my game seriously. I don't need to resort to childish acts to get my point across.

You see, Gabe. You think in color terms. Your cerebral cortex is like a crayon box. Everything is big lights, bright colors, and as much action as possible. With me, it is black and white. It is straight forward. For me, it is win or lose. Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. I don't blow up police cars and storm into my bosses office because that isn't chaotic....that is insane. Chaos is calculated. Chaos has a point. You just DO things, Gabe. You do things without thinking. You rush into situations without thinking of possible outcomes. Not me. I go into every situation with two possible outcomes and planned out reactions to both. I never do anything without thinking it over. That is why I am here with this 20 pound hunk of gold on my shoulder and you are making childish promos for a cheap pop. That is what you have resorted to.

"See, there is only one other man pompous enough to actually believe that he can cause extinction. Through his own unique brand of anarchy. Chris Chaos. Only chaos has been at play for far longer and perfected its craft in a way Nixon could never fully comprehend. While Nixon is biting his nails, collecting his next never clever remark, then running it by his parents to make sure it is okay... that chaos is creeping in... with nowhere to run."

That was the smartest thing you have ever said. I have perfected my craft. I am the best at what it is that I do. But, Gabe, there is always room for improvement. Did you see me throw a parade when I won the belt? No, I went home, I split Jenny in half and had some drinks. Then it was back to the drawing board. There is always a next move. There is nowhere to run, you are right, but yet you seem to think there is. You don't even follow your own words. You seem to think you can outrun the chaos just long enough for it to die down, and make your strike. Crush it in one fell swoop. NO! You see, chaos never dies. It is all around us. It is all knowing, all seeing. It lingers with us all at all times. You just have to know how to control it.

I can control it. But chaos for guys like you and Nixon, is an out of control horse that you have the reigns for. It continues to do what it wants and you beg it to slow down but never truly know what you are going to do to stop it. Why? Because YOU CAN'T STOP IT.

So go ahead, Gabe, keep making ass to mouth references and posting photos of a man blowing a dragon while I continue to kick ass and take names. Continue to get laughs while I continue to take casualties. I continue to wrack up W's while you continue to get snickers. That is why I am the top of the charts, and you are simply just there. So go ahead, keep making funny promos that lack substance, while I continue to speak the truth. Gabe Reno.......the biggest joke in professional wrestling. Thomas Nixon, the paper champion with zero real competition to date, and Chris Chaos.....the best in the world. What a unique match this will be.

Gabe Reno, The Biggest Joke In The Industry Said:When I think about this match... the defining match of Warfare... I think about Chris Chaos. And how his name is literal alliteration. Did he mean to do that... is his stage name his real name? Oh, right... Chris Jackson. A would-be partner in crime... who beat me once and went on to make the most of his time. All those accolades, and what does it spell... COLLAPSE. See the problem with getting to the top for Chaos, is that there is only one logical place to go... DOWN.

How, in the ever loving fuck, is my name and what you went on to describe, alliteration? And you are correct. The only logical place to do is down. Me even being in this match is a step down for me. But, you wouldn’t leave me alone. You wouldn’t let it go. So, I had to lower myself to your level in order to prove a point. And prove it I will. You want to know what an alliteration is? Here is an example:

Alice’s aunt ate apples and acorns around August.

or

Jesse’s jaguar is jumping and jiggling jauntily.

These sound like something you would hear in a Gabe Reno promo. And funny enough, I pulled them from an elementary school sentence book! Here is one:

Reno's Rectum Reeks of Recycled Restaurant Remnants.

Because all you are spewing out of your mouth is bullshit. Pure, unfiltered, bullshit. But I am glad you did your homework. All those fire fighters. Those car crashes. All of the "chaotic" events you mentioned. Yes, they were that. But do you know what they all had in common? They couldn't be controlled. They were going to happen anyway. Just like this week. I cannot be controlled. Chaos doesn't choose a victim....its victims are whoever happens to be in its way. This week, it is Thomas Nixon and everyone's favorite kid in class, Gabe Reno.

Gabe Reno, The Biggest Joke In The Industry Said:And though Chaos had reigned for a brief period in front of them; it fell prey to the same old adage every disaster does. When the desire of man it steadfast... and he is unwilling to submit. Man figures out a way, because he is smarter, and ultimately willing to take on more pain and agony to prevail when it counts. Chaos can never be sustained so long as man has the will to fight on. So long as men are willing to do Radical things to succeed... at any price.

So go ahead. Play the game. Challenge chaos. And see just how far a man gets against the most destructive force in the universe.....

So ahead.....play the game..........

and get Equalized.

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XWF RECORD: 19-3-2
XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION: 1x (Current)
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