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Chris Chaos · **10-14-2016, 06:47 PM**

The Smoothie King Arena---a dumb name, honestly---was holding a media event before XWF Savage came in there in just a few hours. They didn’t have events this big come in there very often, other than the occasional concert, so this was big time for them. This was bigger than any concert, though. This was SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT. This was XWF. This was the crème of the crop. These local reporters all had to change their underwear twice before entering the interview suit.

Chris Jackson, known to many in the wrestling community as Chris Chaos, sat at this podium. Behind him was the SMOOTHIE KING logo and the XWF logo. On the table in front of him was Red Bull on one side and Gatorade on the other. 3 mics sat side by side by side in front of him. He had on a blue and white checkered button up and a long chain with a dog tag at the end. His hair was tied back in a pony tail. Under the table he had on jeans and blue and white Nike Air Max sneakers. He sniffled a bit as the reporters filed in.

“Okay, we are going to open the floor to questions” the female moderator said, “anything you would like to ask Mr. Chaos is now open. We will start with Todd Hanley, from the Louisiana Fox News 9. Floor is yours Todd”.

“Mr. Chaos, you have a triple threat match this week. These are two young and up and comers who are hungry. What makes you think they won’t team up and try to pull the upset?”

Chris laughed a bit, adjusting the mics.

“It’s funny really, that TWO men beating ONE is considered an upset, is it not? Goes to show you the kind of talent division we are talking about here. Yes, that is a concern, though minor. These two hate each other just as much I as hate both of them. They won’t be able to team up because, shockingly enough, they both have an ego despite accomplishing nothing here.”

“And over here” the moderator points.

“Mike Hinkle, reporter, New Orleans Sun Times”. Chris nods at the fellow.

“You were given a WildCard after your last match. You beat one of the top men and have a chance at the top title in the business. Tell us a little bit about your thoughts and how you plan to protect that going into this match”.

Chris chuckles again.

“Well frankly I am honored. I am honored to be looked at in such a pristine light by management here, and I plan to do everything I can to not let them down. And as for protecting my investment, it is simple. I plan to beat two scrubs in the center on the ring and go on to face another at Warfare. I have one job for the next two months, don’t lose. If I can manage that, all my efforts will be worth while.”

“And over here” moderator points to the left side and Chris’s head followers her. "Tom King, Louisiana Free Press. Chris, you limped in here and winced sitting down. You had a hard fought match at the last show. Who is to say that your opponents here won’t target those injuries to try and take you out?”

Chris chuckles, but snorted a little. That one may have struck a chord.

“I hope they do” he said, with a new tenacity in his voice. “If they have any balls, they will. It is what I would do. But, IF they do, it will be a learning experience for them. You see, what did you say it was, Tom? Tom...You see, a wounded animal will attack before a normal one. A wounded animal doesn’t have to be provoked. A wounded animal has to fight for survival. I can’t let them get a leg up, or it may not have a good outcome for me. I need to be the aggressor from the onset, and if I do that, which I will, I will be successful.”

The moderator allows Tom to ask another question.

“And you have made some big threats in your previous promotional videos. You said you plan to set a belt on fire, to hurt and maim your opponent…...How do you know they don’t have the same plans for you?”

This time his response was quick and direct. Almost a snap.

“Because they are not capable of it! You obviously don’t watch wrestling, Tom, but we are dealing with two bottom of the barrel scrubs here. I just went to war with arguably the top man in this industry, and I won. I KNOW what it takes to win matches and with something so important to me on the line here I KNOW what I have to do. A simple win won’t be enough. I need to send a message, I need to prove a point. I will shake this company to it’s very core. Why? Because I have to. What you all are about to witness will be flat out assault, with a chance of homicide. I have to get crazy. I have to channel those inner demons. I need to get in the right mind state to be in that chamber in December.”

The moderator, a little uncomfortable now, points to the right, and Chris’s head follows. “Back there.”

“Julie Bristin. New Orleans Dispatch. Chris, your attitude towards women hasn’t exactly been the best since you joined XWF. We watched last week, knowing you were coming here, and saw what you did to that red head girl. How do you feel about your actions regarding women in recent weeks?”

Chris snorted, putting his head down, laughing to himself.

“Are we going to talk about the present and future, or the past? I would really like to focus on the match Julie, not your hippie feminist agenda.”

Everyone sat there, apparently they were going to allow this debauchery to continue.

“….okay, so I HAVE to answer that. Nice. Democracy at it’s finest. Okay. Well then little Mis Women’s Rights. They choose to step into the ring with men. Just like in pick up basketball. They choose to play with the boys. Should we not block their shots or play defense? Many pop warner leagues and even as far as high school teams are allowing girls to play football. Should we not tackle them and allow them to score on every play?”

“That isn’t the point, Mr. Chaos, you put her out of action indefinitely. You could have permanently injured her. You broke a vase over her head.”

“What I did to Ginger was foreplay compared to what I am going to do this week. And this week will be foreplay for what I am gonna do on Wednesday. I will get increasingly sicker and more twisted. I have to. I want to. I need to. If you don’t like it, I am sure the box office will give you a refund. If you have a weak stomach do not come to this event. I am going to hurt these boys. It is going to look like a goddamn car crash when I am gone. Anything else?”

She shook her head.

“Anything else?”

“No further questions.”

Chris stands up and nods to the press, thanking them before leaving. There was a mixed reaction as he left the room.

Walking out of the press room and into the hall ways of the Smoothie King arena, he saw a few arena workers standing around, shooting the shit. Here was a chance to create a little chaos, and get a little promotion in at the same time.

Running over to the men, he put on his best acting job. “Oh my god. Guys, guys, you need to help. There is a car on fire in the parking lot, you need to go check it out and call someone!” The two men ran out towards the parking lot, screaming into their walkie talkie devices. Chris then grabbed the camera man, ordering him to focus on Chris’s face.

“Now that I have a little alone time, let me get out the final word. Shaker Jones and Benito Angelo. I am here in the home of the New Orleans Pelicans. I am sorry about that poor excuse for an organization, but that doesn’t mean I can’t bring a little excitement to this stupidly named arena. I am here to make sure our match is the best match of the night. I am going to whoop two men’s asses, and throw their title in a flaming garbage can while he is forced to watch. I mean, how much more chaotic does it get?

Shaker Jones, I really hope you bring your A game. It won’t be enough, but unlike Benito I think you actually have some sort of potential. I think you can maybe make it out of the JV division some day. You have a good skill set. AND, as far as I know, are not a whiny bitch like Benito. Maybe after I win the match, you can hold the trash can for me as I drop his precious aqua belt into it. But, you probably won’t be conscious enough to do that. So, never mind.

Benito. You made the offer. You made the stipulation. You made your own bed. Now you must lie in it. Think of it as a paid vacation. Go somewhere nice, take your mind off this beating. Hell, I will even fund it for you. Just don’t run to Vinnie’s office and beg for your job, because I will kick BOTH his and your heads off if you do. You opened your big mouth, now take it like a man.”

Just then the two arena workers came sprinting back in, out of breath claiming there was no fire and demanding Chris’s name. They wanted him written up for falsifying a report. He chuckled before hitting one man with the Wrong Side of the Tracks superkick, propelling him back into a vending machine. The other man took off running and Chris laughed.

“See this crumbled heap on the floor? This is your future Shaker, and your future Benito. I will make both of you regret ever stepping between those ropes. Why? Because I can. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.”

He walked away, laughing a cackling laugh as the camera man zoomed in on the man on the floor and the dented vending machine.

XWF RECORD: 7-2-2....soon to be 8-2-2.
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