“There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. 'Good pride' represents our dignity and self-respect. 'Bad pride' is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.”--John C. Maxwell

…..CONTINUED FROM BRINGING OUT THE WORST PART 1

Chris zipped his fly and began to stroke the hair of the quivering girl beneath him. “Shhh, shhh, it will be alright. You will be alright.” The girl could say nothing, just look at the ceiling and let the tears flow. Chris left for a few moments, and she pulled at her restraints. It was futile. She was tied so tight that the bonds were starting to cut her wrists. She began looking around for something to free herself when she heard the door open and Chris came back in. She let out her frustration with an audible sigh.

Removing the gag from her mouth, she spit at him. He smiled. “So, tell me, Christina, what did your parents tell you about Nicole? Did you know she was leaving before she left or were you just as shocked as I was?”

Christina snapped at him.

“Why would I tell you anything?!! After what you just did! After what you did to my family?! You don’t deserve to be told shit other than you are going to prison.”

Chris stroked her hair smiling. “Oh you stupid, naive little girl. You really think I am going anywhere? I have covered my tracks far too well. You see, I was never like this. You know me….I’ve been at your house hundreds of times.”

“I don’t know you!” She spat, “this isn’t the Chris I know.”

“Or maybe you didn’t know the real Chris?”

“Clearly I don’t”.

Chris huffed, stroking her face with the back of his fingers. “So pretty.”

“They pushed me to this. The years of bullshit I had to put up with. The derogatory comments. The cop calling. Banning me from seeing your sister. All of that sucked, but I could deal. But this, THIS was the final nail in their own coffins. THIS, making me look an idiot 2 days before senior prom, THIS was their own doing. They brought it on themselves.”

Christina cried. “They just wanted the best for Nicole!”

“I WANTED THE BEST FOR NICOLE!” he yelled, pounding his fist on the table and making her flinch. “THEY WANTED WHAT WAS BEST FOR THEM. SHE WAS MISERABLE AND THEY DIDN’T CARE!”

Christina’s words were sobs now, “but they didn’t deserve what they got.”

“You don’t even know what they got. You can’t even begin to know. And I am far from done….”

Chris smiled a sick grin….

“I have always admired your caring heart. Always wanting to help.”

He stroked her cheek again.

“Sometimes even too much……..to a fault, even”.

Smacking the table she was tied to, causing her to flinch, he said aggressively, “STUPID GIRL!”

He ran a hand through his hair. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but for some reason that made him feel good.

Why?

It scared him, honestly.

“I just want to go home” she whimpered.

“You don’ have a home anymore” Chris shot back with some venom.

She cried. She had nothing else to say. She thought she was going to die and something in her even told her that she knew she was going to.

“Come on, get up” he said, throwing a hoodie at her, “we have on more trip to make”.

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PRESENT DAY

Chris walked into a coffee shop, the same one that Promo Sins had went to. Different day, of course. He was going to try this whole speed dating thing. It may help him to get his mind off Nicole. It may be a good way to promote himself----promote his sins. Promo Sins. Chaotic. Beautiful.

The buzzer sounded and Chris sat back, crossing his arms, The first girl made her way over, and slid into the seat. She had a pretty face, blue eyes---like Nicole. Brown hair, tied back in a pony tail, and a shirt showing some cleavage. She was “curvy”, however---some may even consider her chunky. Chris only dated models but he would hear her out—hell, he was here---why not have a little fun?

“Hi!” She was a bit overzealous, huh? She obviously didn’t have much interaction with men. “I’m Tiffany!”

Chris leaned in putting his arms. “My name is Chris. You have very pretty eyes.” God, it made him sick to be nice. He thought about his manager Jenny Myst and her sweet fucking body. This bitch looked like Shrek compared to her.

“What do you do for work?!” She asked with a universally big smile. She was such a nice girl and part of him didn’t have it in him to be mean to her…..but most of him did.

“I am a professional fighter,” he said, “I have experience in boxing, wrestling, MMA and bar brawls. You could say I cause chaos for a profession. What do you do?”

She seemed a bit taken aback, not expecting that answer. “I work a bakery” she said. Chris wasn’t surprised. He was smiling warmly but laughing hysterically inside. This bitch WAS the bakery.

“What do you do there?” He asked, trying to hold back laughter.

“I am a--”

“Taste-tester?” He cut her off. He expected her to get up in a huff. Maybe getting up was too tough for her.

“Umm…..no” she said with a giggle, “I am a baker. I make the cakes and pies.”

“Do you taste them first? You know, for quality purposes?”

“No silly. I know I am the best baker around. But enough about me. How is the fighting going for you, Mr…….”

“Just call me Chaos. Mr. Chaos. And it is going well. I have to face some douchebag named Jonathan who calls himself Promo Sins but has probably never committed a sin in his life. The only sin he committed was being born.”

Now Tiffany was a bit uneasy, shifting a bit in her seat. Chris swore he heard the seat creak.

She bit her lip and looked at the clock.

“Tiffany….here…..” He slid a tee shirt over to her. “The show is in Athens, Greece. There is a ticket in there as well. They love baking in Greece. Maybe you can come to the show and I will eat your pie in the locker room before or after the match….maybe before and after...”

She couldn’t tell if he was being serious. “Honestly, take it.”

She smiled sheepishly. The buzzer sounded, Chris sat back and smiled a wicked smile. He waited for the next girl, he hoped she was a little bit hotter than Tiffany was. Although, that wasn’t hard to do.

The next girl meandered over. She was hotter, but not by a lot. If Tiffany the baker was a 4, this girl was a 6 maybe 6 and a half.

She was much thinner, though. Wearing jeans with long blonde hair and glasses. Okay face. White teeth and what looked to be B cups. Probably weighed around 130.

Did he really expect “hot girls” to be at these things? The only reason Jonathan went to these was because he couldn’t get any other pussy besides his hand with lipstick on it. Promo sins? Psssht. More like promo bitch.

“Hi! I am Leanne!” Why were all these bitches so happy? They are at a speed dating event for god sakes with a bunch of pathetic guys like Jonathan. Guys who haven’t been laid since the calendar turned to the 2000’s, if not before that.

“Hello Leanne. I am Chris…...you can call me Chaos.”

“Ummm okay, Chaos…...may I ask why?”

What did he call Chris, a hot topic something or other? Hot topic….thats goth. Just because Chris likes metal doesn’t mean he was a goth. God he hated dumb people.

“Because I create chaos. I am a fighter, currently in the XWF professional wrestling company. We have a show coming up---you would look good sitting in the crowd.”

Damn, he still had it. Game for days.

“I would huh? I have always found wrestlers hot. I love the hair too. Guys with tattoos and long hair really turn me on.”

“You turn me on as well. I love slutty girls.”

She bit her lip. Was this bitch a glutton for punishment? He just called her a slut.

“I like guys who take what they want”
she said “aggressive. "Mmmmm”.

Chris grinned.

“What do you do for work?”

“I am actually a tattoo artist. I have a degree in art. Do you have many?”

“About 7. But maybe I could get another one from you when I get back from Greece. Would be interesting to see your work. May I see the ones you have?”

“I can’t show you here, I’ll get arrested.” She bit her lip again. This bitch was going to fuck him. He had limited tee shirts and tickets, but she could be a hotel room fuck overlooking the mountains of Greece. He reached his hand down and touched the ticket in his pocket.

“I would love to see you there. I know Greece is a long way for you, especially on short notice, but I want you to watch me torture Jonathan and beat him pillar to post.”

Wiggling in her chair she bit her lip hard. He slid the ticket across to her, along with the tee shirt.

After giving out 14 more tee shirts and about 6 more tickets…...he stood up at the buzzer as it sounded. He had talked to almost every girl in the room.

“EXCUSE ME! ALL OF YOU! I just want to say that I am thankful for meeting all of you tonight. If you did not receive a ticket from me, I apologize but I encourage you all to watch me walk into Greece and Warfare and take apart a skinny piece of shit who claims to be a journalist. It will be on XWF TV! I have paid out of pocket to make sure you all have the channel on your cable packages. Thank you again and VOTE CHAOS!”

The room had a resounding cheer. He even had some bras thrown at him. He walked out the door, looking into the camera…..

“Now THAT’S PROMO-SIN-AL. AHAHAHAAHAHAHAH”

His laugh was the most sinister yet.

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“Jonathan…….maybe you should stick to your day job. I don’t know what the hell is up with all of these motherfuckers in this company putting promo’s on the TV channel and not mentioning my name. Are you afraid? Are you shaking in your boots? You saw what I have accomplished here. You saw the chaos I created at Shove It. You KNOW I am about to take you apart. It makes you nervous doesn’t it?

It should.

I should scare you. I am the future XWF Universal Champion, just give it a month or so. That is the only belt I care about here, and I am guaranteeing now it will be around MY waist. When have you ever even sniffed a title here?

If I were you, I would focus more on being a journalist than a wrestler. You will save yourself a lot of pain, both physically and emotionally. Step to me, I dare you.

Promo Sins. What are sins exactly? Though shall not kill. I will kill you. Though shall not commit adultery…...I will fuck your wife when you get one. Though shall not covet thy neighbors goods. This is one you get because you don’t have anything I want. The list goes on.

Jonathan…..Please, please come out with another promo and please please mention my name……..

I want to be the one to sew your mouth shut and leave you laying in a pool of your own blood.

I can, and I will.

Now THAT’S A PROMO-SIN.

I’ll see you soon.”

He blows a kiss as the screen goes black.

XWF RECORD: 10-2-2