Cheating Yourself

“All good is hard. All evil is easy. Dying, losing, cheating, and mediocrity is easy. Stay away from easy.”---Scott Alexander

Sometimes the world isn’t what it seems. Sometimes the world is a dark, nasty place with big fang teeth and ripping claws. It doesn’t matter if it is 80 degrees everyday and bright sunshine….even the sunniest days can look like a gloomy rainstorm. It all all the perception of the eyes that view it. Sometimes you can feel like the world is collapsing in around you and there is nobody, not a single being of the 6 plus billion that inhabit this sphere in this universal abyss, that is on your side or has your back. Not a single one that cares about your feelings. Age is just a number. It doesn’t matter how young or old you are….you can feel this way. You can be 8 or 80, and pain is still the same….it just manifests in different ways. It shows itself in different forms. Every human is uniquely and beautifully individual, and we all handle said pain differently.

Chris handled this pain the only way he knew how. Some may call it the wrong way, but when you truly sit down and think it over, is there truly a wrong way? Is there such a think as a wrong opinion? Some would say yes. Some would say no. That is the beauty of being free. But being free is the beauty of having the “right” opinion. So is being free really beautiful?

Years ago, a young Chris was tested with the beauty of decision making, and making the “right” choice. Years ago, Chris Jackson found out who he truly was. He may not have been the best person or made the best decisions, but he never cheated. Ever. He didn’t believe in it. It wasn’t in his nature. He would win with honor and lose with it, but there was one instance where his patience was tested. His sheer moral fiber was tested. And through it all, he found out who he truly was.

September 1996

8 year old Chris sat on the bus, looking out the window. He didn’t have many friends, and was always sort of a quiet kid. He liked sports, but also liked violent things like professional wrestling, boxing, MMA and gory horror movies. His junkie mother and rotating step-fathers never paid much attention to what he did at home, so he always had the ability to pursue whatever interested him. He pretty much did what he wanted, when he wanted.

He never really thought about girls much. If most girls were anything like his mother, he didn’t want to. She was young still, sure, but she was just someone Chris didn’t want to have in his more more than he had to. He had bullies, too, but always was okay at handling them. He could handle himself because he had to. Nobody really paid him much mind, anyway. People in his life had a tendency to come and go—relationships in any capacity never lasted.

Because of the way the school districts were designed, Chris shared a bus with some of the kids who were, you could say, on a different social level. There were rich kids, poor kids and middle class kids. Tampa was a good size city, but smaller than Miami and Orlando. There simply wasn’t enough space to have socially separated public schools. He always found it weird that rich kids rode the bus. Busses seemed like something those families wouldn’t allow. But, the reality was that those families didn’t care much like his didn’t care. While his mother spent her mornings on her back (or all fours) in a chemical haze, the rich kids parents were too busy on their way to their work or their marital affair to drop their kid off at school.

So he didn’t really expect anyone would take interest in him. He was just a poor kid from the gut of Tampa. His thoughts were suddenly broken.

“HI!”

It was a girl’s voice. Who the heck?

Chris broke his gaze from outside and looked around, trying to see who could possibly be inquiring about his attention. Chris looked around, trying to see where the small voice was coming from.

Finally he saw it was between the seat and the window, coming from the seat in front of him. He put his face down there, and was once again greeted with a “HI!”.

Chris instantly didn’t know what to say. He was a bit taken aback. “Ummm, hi.”

Her eyes were a deep blue. From what he could tell through the seat, she had a very pretty face. She giggled a bit, “so what is your name?!”

“Chris” he said under his breath. She made him repeat it 3 times before she “heard” him. Ugh. Girls. “My name is Nicole,” she said with another giggle, “I’m 8 years old”. Chris told her he was also 8, but was curious as to why she randomly decided to talk to him. “What do you want?” he said, not meaning to sound harsh even though he did.

“To talk, silly.” Chris wondered why she didn’t look over the top of the seat, but instead chose between the seat and the window. “My mommy said I need to make new friends.” Chris nodded…..not quite sure what to say. Nobody really ever WANTED to be his friend. “Where are you from?” She was almost whispering.

“Bay Gardens” Chris said. The girl went quiet, and disappeared from view. Had he said something wrong? Shrugging he looked back out the window. After a few minutes she girl’s eye popped back into view. “My mommy wouldn’t like that very much”. Nicole’s parents, Chris would find out later, were wealthy. Her dad a prestigious doctor in the area and her mom a lawyer. Nicole was the product of one of the Westshore families. The average house there was the size of Chris and Nicole’s school, and right on the bay. But then she hit hi with words that, for the rest of his life, he will never forget.

“But I don’t care…….because I like you.”

From that moment forward, Chris and Nicole had a bond that could and would never be broken. No matter where their lives took them, they would always fall back on the fact that they had each other. They did, however, have some ups and downs. Some roadblocks along the way. For example, the love note incident.

March, 2000

There was a kid in their middle school named Jason Corrigan. He was just the worst kind of person. Stuck up, arrogant, selfish, loud. He was a rich kid who thought his shit didn’t stink because his dad was the Mayor. He was evil, through and through. Chris normally would have just ignored this kid, but there was one problem: Jason also liked Nicole. He liked her a lot. And Nicole, he thought, liked him. Chris was technically with Nicole, as much as a middle-schooler could be. They had home room together, a couple classes together…...Nicole was his first kiss. But Jason’s family and her family knew each other. They lived in the same neighborhood. They were from the social classes that are “supposed” to be together. Country clubs, yachts, hell they lived in Florida and were on the ski team! THE GODDAMN SKI TEAM AND IT WAS 80 DEGREES! They would fly to Colorado in the winter, ski, then come home. IN A DAY. Holy bloody fucking hell.

Regardless, Jason was going to end up being an arch nemesis of Chris for years to come. And it all started with that fateful day………………

TO BE CONTINUED:

PART 2 COMING SOON

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I have done a lot of things since getting here that a lot of people could catch feelings about. My actions this past week on Savage are a good example of this. I set up Ginger and broke a vase over her head and spray-painted her back. I speared Jervis Cottonbelly through a barricade and gave him internal injuries, sidelining him for god knows how long. I threw Gabe Reno through an office window. All of these things could be looked at as 'too far', or a 'step over the line', but these are all things that define the very essence of my being. I do what I want, when I want, to who I want. But I have a purpose for everything I do. I have a reason. An end game. Nothing I do is done without being calculated down to a T. I have a reason for what I did to Jervis. I am not going to do sit here and go over every single reason for why I do what I do---just know that I am not going to change for anyone. I am going to continue to create chaos and shake this company to the core for a very, very long time. But one thing I will never, and I mean NEVER do, is bring myself down to a level where I am no longer a man. I have pride, perhaps too much sometimes, but I will stand and fight. I will not back down from anyone, ever. I said I was going to be a fighting champion, and I am. I dispatched Dolly, and now I get to extract my revenge on Robbie Bourbon. The only one left after this.....Gabe Reno.

Gabe just can’t help himself. He needs to stick his nose in my business, he needs me to pay attention to him. He is a little kid, vying for the attention of an older sibling and their cool friends. But Gabe, he is nothing more than the outcast at work who is over opinionated and ultra high strung. He is the office nightmare. He is the one who brings the worst casserole to the holiday party then gets upset when people don’t eat it. He is nothing but a joke, a muse, a source of entertainment. But as Universal champ, I do not have time for the constant interruptions. So I have come up with a plan. Since Thomas Nixon, for whatever reason, can’t keep my name out of his mouth either and seems to have a newly acquired beef with Reno. So, since these two General Hospital extra’s seem to want to create a headache for me to have to deal with, I have come up with a plan to end this nightmare once and for all. As you suggested, CHAOS vs RENO----NON TITLE, 3 STAGES OF HELL, With THOMAS NIXON as Special Guest referee. 

That sounds like a hell of an idea to me. But…..there is one I like a little better.

CHAOS vs. RENO vs. NIXON. Triple Threat. Non title. THE WINNER gets a shot at the champ he pins. For example........IF (and I say IF with very little optimism it will actually happen) RENO pins me, he gets a shot at my belt. IF he pins NIXON, he gets a shot at his. IF RENO gets pinned, he doesn't get a shot at EITHER BELT as long as the current champ remains champ. 

So for the simple minded (Reno), what that means is that IF Reno loses, he will never get a Uni shot as long as I am champ and never get a TV shot as long as Nix is champ. But If he pins Nix, he gets a TV SHot and chooses the stip. If he pins me, he gets a Uni shot and chooses the stip. 

Those are my offers..........make your choice, Gabe, because as I have said before, my patience with your verbal pestilence is running thin.

Now…...that is out of the way. Onto my next order of business. That being said, I have a few issues I want to take care of here. I have a match this week where tag with Mr. F'n Dominance, Trax, whatever the hell he calls himself. Me and him, we don’t exactly see eye to eye. He wants a shot at my Universal Title and he seems to think that for some reason, he deserves it. I know he doesn’t like me, but I do know he respects me. That is the difference between Bourbon and I. Not a single person on this roster can claim they like me, and that is fine, but I guarantee you EVERY. SINGLE. ONE of them will tell you they respect me. Bourbon has none of that respect. And Shelby Cobra hasn’t been here long enough, nor have her legs been closed enough, to have earned a shred of respect. Robbie Bourbon is nothing but a snake, a scoundrel, a coward. He is nothing but a no-nuts little bitch. He writes checks with his mouth that his oversized ass can’t cash. You see, with me, I back up everything I say. How many times have I said since I walked through these doors that I was going to do something, then went out and did it? Oh, that’s right, 17 times. That matches my number of victories. 22 matches, 17 victories, 2 that ended in no contest. You do the math. I am the new culture here. I am the new face of this company and the face of professional wrestling. Sure, I don’t have a 40-5 record or something like Doc and Unknown Soldier have, but that is simply because my time here has not been as long. You see, this 3 that sits in my loss column, it is going to remain there. I am going to be the Universal Champion until this company closes it’s doors, and I dare anyone to prove me wrong.

My partner this week, do I trust him? Quite frankly, no. But we have the same common goal. We both have beef with Bourbon. We both have a bone to pick. We both want to prove we are who we say we are. Maybe, Trax, just maybe, one day down the line, you will get a shot at this gold. But not yet. You are not ready for the ass kicking that is coming your way. You are not prepared for the firestorm that is Chris Chaos. SO! That being said, put it in the back of your mind. Let’s go get this W, then go our separate ways. Let’s go win it cleanly, and honorably. Let’s go teach Bourbon and his whore friend a lesson neither one will forget for a very long time.

Get ready, Robbie, because I am coming to show you that karma is a bitch. Remember the old phrase, cheaters never win?

…….get ready to lose, again, only this time you won’t be grabbing tights or using ropes…..you will simply…..be…..equalized.

Your time is up, Robbie.

Run.



XWF RECORD: 17-3-2
XWF Universal Champion (1x---Current)