We open early
morning the day after Havok, as Chamelion
drives up to the front of the Sommers Gym in the same
rental car from last
week. Parking the car directly in front of the double doors, Chamelion steps out of his
car and reaches into
the backseat for his gym bag. Shutting the door, he walks towards the entrance
when
the doors open and
Gareth Evans smiles.
“Looks like you had a fun night at Havok!”
Smiling, Chamelion walks past Evans and tosses his bag on the floor
by the door. Heading towards the office, he
shouts back.
“You bet I did…. Any calls?”
Gareth shuts and
relocks the doors.
“Yeah, Wacko called, said he’d be by a little later… after
he feeds his hamster.”
Rolling his eyes,
but smiling non the less, Chamelion goes into the
office and grabs a bottle of water from
the mini fridge. He
twists off the top and takes a long drink before replying.
“Suppose I can’t say much about it. Ol
Sirus carried a stuffed bear to the ring all the
time… and like it or
not,
the man is quite skillfull in the ring. Anything else?”
Shaking his head,
Gareth picks up Chamelion’s bag and carries it
towards the laundry area.
“No, nothing too exciting here. I’ve kept security up for the time being, and been
balancing the books. Beyond
that, pretty much boring.”
Leaning against
the door frame, Chamelion takes another swig of
water.
“Good. Boring’s good around here. Friday’s going to be coming
up way to fast as it is… and even though I got to
check out THC and Kirlia in action a little bit last
night… there’s still a lot of work ahead if Wacko and I
are
going to retain these tag titles.”
Poking his head
out of the laundry room, Gareth quips.
“A man-woman tag team that has romantic feelings for each
other… seems somewhat familiar to me.”
Laughing, Chamelion shakes his head.
“I suppose, if you really want to compare them to Sandra and
I…. Los Amigos was a fun time in the PWA…. And it
gives me a little insight on perhaps how those two will be more focused on
keeping each other in one piece then
going all out for the titles. It’s a weakness you can be sure I plan to
exploit.”
Gareth yells from
the other room.
“I’d be careful, you’re no stranger to what happens if you
go and damage that Kirlia chick.”
Finishing his
water, Chamelion smirks.
“I specifically said that if Kirlia
wanted to fight dirty, I certainly would not hold back. She jumped me in
the
tag match, and that Pretty Petal isn’t a very… gentle move. I’m willing to let
it go when we next
fight, but if she gets down and dirty again… well, the only
good having boobs will do her is how fast she
bounces off the mat when I flapjack her!”
Laughing
from the other room.
“Typical Chamelion. Look, I’m gonna finish here
and get to work on prepping the gym for you and Wacko… if you
got anything to do before then, get it done!”
Nodding Chamelion shouts back.
“Trust me, I got plenty!”
Moving into the
office, Chamelion shuts the door and sits on the edge
of the desk.
“I’ll get right down to it. THC, Kirlia…
the tag match was just a taste of what’s to come. You thought you had
it
made, keeping Wacko down… but when it came to it, he has the ring presence to
get out of your grasp and make
the
tag. While it wasn’t me this time… on Friday night… when that tag is made… your
chances at capturing the BWF
tag
Team titles will go out the window.”
He pauses.
“Replay that match, and take a good look at what happens when
you get in the way of The Chamelion. That kick to
Brimstone? Aside from extracting a little payback for his comments to
me, it was also a message to the both of
you
of what I will do… the chances I would take, to strike a killing blow that puts
either one of you down
for
the
better yet: Keep her out of the match!”
“You see, Wacko may have a kind heart in the ring and try to
do the ‘right thing’, as it were…. But victory
and
gold to me… is worth bruising a lovely ladies lips.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong kiddo. I really would rather not do
so…. I respect women, and I find they are the fairer
of
the sexes… In fact, if she were to keep it to an amateur
wrestling encounter and try to out maneuver me…
she’ll earn my respect… hell, she beats me.. she’ll
OWN my respect. I don’t ask the same of you, though… we’re
men,
we’re meant to beat each other to a pulp. It’s not that I’m trying to
disrespect Kirlia and her ability in
the
ring… it’s just that I will not be held responsible if anything does happen to
her, in our war on Friday!”
Sighing, Chamelion stands and goes to the door. He pauses.
“Bottom line, you two… is when it comes to the BWF Tag Team
titles… Wacko and I are 100% determined to keep
them
around our waists. The rest of the BWF can rest easy when we walk out
victorious… for it just means
their status remains in tact a little while longer. And as much as I’d like to
WOW you all with another
insightful, meaningful message…. The truth is I’m done with words. At Wrestlefest II, while the talk may be
about the Undisputed title.. the sleeper will awaken…
and the show will be all about The most Devious SOB in
the
business today… GOT IT?”
With that, Chamelion exits the office and all goes black!