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Chris Chaos · (01-24-2018)

The car sputtered to a stop along the dirt road. It was a cold night in Florida, but then again, it was January. 50 degrees is considered cold when you are used to living your life in 80 plus weather. Tonight, however, had to be close to 40, maybe less. You could see your breath, which was as odd as a sideshow attraction around these parts.

It was a clear night, however, and the sky was visible for as far as the eye could see. A dark black with a seemingly endless number of dots.

The map rustled as Chris mumbled the coordinants under his breath. Getting out of the car, a pair of Doc Martin boots crunched onto the sticks and cold-hardened dirt. The palm trees cast an ominous shadow over the landscape in the moonlight. Such beautiful things can also be evil looking in the right light.

You never know how beautiful something is until you really observe it.

Or how weird.

As Chris made his way down the brush-laden path and onto the lukewarm sand, he suddenly felt it getting softer under his feet. The closer to the water he got, the softer the turf under him became. He knew he was getting closer to where he needed to be. There couldn't be anything blocking his path, his view needed to be unobstructed. "Vega" he said, audibly enough to hear in the desolation of the night but not loud enough to hear in normal conversational situations. He pulled the towel off the over his shoulder and laid down. The water rushed in, sounding like an oncoming army. The Gulf of Mexico had a smell to it, but the best way he could describe it is that it smelled like "home".

He stared up at the third brightest star visible to the human eye. Vega. 25 lightyears away, this star was massive. It looked like a diamond on an engagement ring and was signifigantly larger than any of the others.

He looked at it, admiring it. This light that he was seeing, making a blinking flutter over the water, was as it looked 25 years ago. It took this light 25 years to get to Earth. He didn't even know if this star was around anymore. Hell, it could die, and we wouldn't know it for 25 years. This light would keep on shining long after the stars death, and nobody would blink an eye.

The sun will be the same. The sun is going to die one day as well, and we won't know at first. He thought of himself. People looked up to him as a star, as a shining light in this industry, as the Polaris point to the advancement of professional wrestling. But they were looking at the past. The Chris Chaos they saw now is the Chris Chaos as he looked in the past. He was living off his past. This was a new Chris Chaos, but there would be no way for anyone to see it for quite some time. His wrestling career could be long dead before anyone sees his true sparkle. He truly was a star. Sometimes stars don't get enough credit for what they show us, because nobody remembers them until they aren't there anymore. Vega was a massive star, almost twice that of the sun, how many people truly knew it even existed? How many people looked at Chris Chaos's new accomplishments and overlooked them because of his past? How many people couldn't register that this was an entirely knew entity, but were lost in the travel time? It perplexed him.

As he stared at Vega, he thought about what life was like 25 years ago. 1993....Clinton was just beginning his presidency, wrestling was in the infancy of its main stream popularity, they didn't have cell phones, household computers, or cars with GPS. Looking at the present, Chris was truly looking back at the past. 25 year old light, just reaching earth now.

Who would remember him in 25 years?

If he had his way, everyone.

His light would be shining down from the infinity of space for years to come if he had his way, but it all started with what he did now. You're nobody until you're actually nobody.

The cost of being a star.

Erik Black, you poor, shallow, confused little man. You actually think you have the clout here to even utter my name? Its humerous to me, actually. You aren't a destroyer, you are barely even a legit wrestler. Beating War Pig, which seems to be the new trend, and barely surviving versus Mezian doesn't make you a destroyer, it makes you just good enough to matter. I am the big dog, you're just the ankle biter. You make just enough noise for guys like me to know you're there, but you pose no real threat. I am the reason this company runs, I am the reason guys like you have a job. Guys like me are the reason guys like you can earn a paycheck.

Erik Black, you aren't even on the same wavelength as guys like me. I have seen it all, been around the block. You have barely scratched the surface. Your resume is missing a few bullet points. I became a Top 50 all time superstar here in my first four months. What have you done since inking a contract? You just aren't the same frequency. That is okay though, because every eco system has its apex predators and it has its role players. You are just there, Black, but you are feeding off my scraps and only when I allow you to. I create chaos, you just fall into the vortex. You see, Black, I am going to teach you a little lesson in respecting your superiors on Savage. I am going to teach you that sometimes you have to take a fall to truly know the climb. You have to lose in order to know how it feels to win.

You see, I used to be just like you. I used to think my shit didn't stink, and I used to take this opportunity I have been blessed with for granted. I used to think this was all a game, and I was really good at playing it. I was the new guy and every week I would come out here and say the same thing you are, that I was flat out better than everyone else. Truth is, I was. I was a world-beater. I was new, fresh, and unique. I set the XWF world on fire. I used to say that I was the best and that everyone across from me was a, as you called it, "no talent hack." When you say it now, Erik, it is true. Back then, it was not. You see, you have stumbled upon XWF during a time when we have hands down the worst talent diversity we have ever had. Right now, save a few, your hacks claim is a fair point. Back then, however, it was not. You see, XWF is an ebb and flow, an ever-changing landscape, and in a few months who knows who we will come across. You have battled your way through War Pig and Mezian and suddenly you feel like everyone whose ever been here is below you? Are you sure you're not a Barney Green guy also? Because you've clearly taken a few shots to that dome of yours. When I came into this business I was staring eye to eye, face to face, nose to nose, with some of the best this business has ever seen. I went to war with wrestling legends. You were still fighting in bare knuckle boxing fights in Compton basements for a few hundred bucks while I was squaring off with the likes of Dillinger, Dolly Waters, Gabe Reno, Unknown Soldier, Thaddeus Duke, Trax. The list goes on. You weren't here for any of them, any of this. You weren't here for the Kings. You missed Cadryn's rise to glory, the re-invention of Micheal Graves, the return of Steve Davids, James Raven's revival, then disappearance. Hell, even Doctor D'ville is basically part time now.

Guess what Erik, I beat them all.

I said I was going to do it, and I did. Much you like, the difference is, these names are etched in the annuls of wrestling glory. You're little win streak? It's like being the top performer in the Special Olympics. I like your spunk and your tenacity, but it will run its course. One day, the talent will catch up to you. It caught up to me. I used to say everything you are, and I backed it up. Then, one day, the cliff fell out from under me. It all came crashing down. The talent caught up to me. Chris Chaos went from being one of the most imposing forces on this roster, a name that would make even the mighty Doc choke back a groan, to the running joke. Nobody took me seriously and I was beginning to feel like maybe I lost a step. I had to step away, so Jenny and I came up with a plan. Do you really think Graves was smart enough to come up with the druid idea? Now, I am back, I am refreshed, I am on my second wind, and I am undefeated since my return.

The point of this, the reason I am bringing this up, is because if it could happen to me it can happen to you. Someone like me, an all time Top 50, a former Universal Champion, a bonafide icon in this industry has to start from scratch, rise from the ashes, and go from rags to riches all over again. If it can happen to me, it can and it will happen to you. Your cockiness will be your downfall. "You’ve beaten a bunch of hacks", Erik when you say things like this, you just sound ridiculous. Do yourself a favor and keep those thoughts to yourself. You just sound

. It is clear you haven't done your homework, and when you open your mouth without studying first, you lose your credibility. Erick, who I have beaten is hall of famers. Who I have beaten is men who paved the way to make this one of the top companies, if not the top, in the world. Who I beat were some of the best to ever lace a pair of boots and for you to spit on them and disgrace them in that manner--it doesn't make you sound tough, it makes you sound ignorant. It makes everyone who ever thought that maybe you could be something regret that decision instantly. Wanna know what else I have done? I have made a career out of kicking the shit out of rookies who think their tough. You see, I needed to reflect on who I was, but now I know. I am the best in the world at what I do. So go ahead, Erik, keep running that cum wallet of yours and digging yourself a hole. Keep being cocky, and I will take you down a few pegs. You have a bright future in this industry, but you need to understand that you are mortal, and you can be beaten. Neville Sinclair took your loss virginity, now I am going to tear apart the asshole. Neville Sinclair is good, perhaps one of the best we have ever had in the Television Title division, but he isn't me. I really don't think you know who you are stepping into the ring with and the unfortunate part is, I don't think you care. You are too busy star gazing but not taking the time to actually admire them. What I am going to do this week is beat some humility into you. I am going to make you humble yourself and understand that in this business there is a caste system and I outrank you in every life. Learn to respect your superiors, Erik, and you will be just fine.

Get ready, prepare, and beware.

Chaos is coming.

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