The scene fades in on Chamelion, standing
outside his apartment on the balcony, overlooking the city street before him.
Dressed in black jeans and a dark red shirt, a spring jacket lays loose on his
shoulders. It’s late, the stars are out
and the wind blows slightly, sending a crisp chill along Chamelion’s
shoulders. Pulling the jacket up around
him, he stares as if in a daze… and it takes him a few moments to realize we’re
waiting on him and he turns his head slightly our way. A forlorn look is what we get, a rare
expression given Chamelion’s usual demeanor.
He sighs.
“I spend
three months here, pushing myself, showing the BWF I mean business… and one
comment, one little comment made by a stupid announcer.. and I’m really feeling
under appreciated here.”
He pauses, giving us the chance to catch on,
before he spells it out for us.
“Chamelion
is undefeated, thanks to Wacko Marko… or, at least that’s my loose translation
of it. On top of that, Wacko goes and
steals the show in our match last night…letting the emotions of losing his
hero drive him.. which I suppose I can understand.”
He turns around, leaning back on the railing
and intertwines his fingers.
“But
still, I should have been more involved… we dominated THC and Kirlia just as we
promised.. no problem there, but exactly what WAS I doing? I don’t play second fiddle to anyone, partner
or opponent!”
His fingers separate to form fists, and
biting his lip he shakes his head in frustration.
“Well,
the past is just that; the past…and I need to set right this seemingly
unanimous opinion that I’m being carried… and I start this new mission on
Monday… as I face off against the current International Champion, Bam.”
He looks up then, straight at us, and the
usual devious smile finally returns.
“Hey
Bam… just a couple of weeks ago, you and I stood on the same side of the ring…
partners in that five on five super match… and who was it that I so firmly
knocked silly to score the victory for our team? Brimstone, whom you also defeated at Wrestlefest. But one has to wonder how much I really took
out of him for you? You can thank me if
you want, but it’s not necessary.”
Rotating his left shoulder and massaging it
with his hand for a moment, Chamelion chuckles.
“I don’t
know if you’ve been paying attention, kiddo.. but my success here in the BWF is
my own, and the credit solely belongs to me for where I am today. As I said before, this can be partially
attributed to the research I do on whom I’m about to face off against. And you, Bam, are not exception.”
“Since The
end of October, you’ve graced us with
what I can see a whopping three promos, so your presence isn’t exactly wall to
wall, is it? And that one where you beat
up the cop, and just about everyone else… hell, I can’t figure out how the
camera guy got away cleanly? Or did he?”
A smirk.
“You’re
violent, nearly uncontrollable and you answer everything with a punch. And here I though the Neanderthals went
extinct thousands of years ago? Who
knew?”
Pushing off the railing, Chamelion enters
into the apartment, closing the glass door behind him. He shrugs off the jacket as he checks the
thermostat. He then rejoins us.
“Monday’s
a non title match, so consider yourself lucky… but while I don’t know what the
rules are around here about holding two championships… trust me, if I beat
you.. I’ll be looking into a rematch for your title…and even if I can’t go for
it now… *smirks* you can damned well bet
I’ll be watching.”
Moving to the couch, he sits down
comfortably.
“Ok, so
I’m already watching… again, research kiddo… We’re about the same
height/weight… so that’s about an even keel.
You seem to specialize in a lot of power moves… leaving your set ups a
little weak. Quick with the attack, not
too well schooled in defense.. piece of advice, learn to be more well rounded…
you may leap head first into battle, and care little for your well being, but
I’ll warn you now kiddo…that kind of suicidal ideal is going to be your Achilles’
heel!”
He stops, smirks and laughs.
“Just
saw
Back on focus, Chamelion’s smile fades
slightly.
“Kidding
aside, for the moment anyway… the truth is that what was said at Wrestlefest
about me, hurt… you go and make an effort to show case yourself to a place, and
all they can do is be blinded by comedy and supposed awards of Man of the Year…
and they believe that is what carries this tag team?”
A short pause, and Chamelion spits the next
word out.
“Bullshit!”
Licking his lips, and leaning back a bit more
calmly, he continues.
“If, by
now, they don’t realize the true power of the most devious SOB in the business
today… then by god… Monday… Bam, you’re gonna be the victim of a demonstration
that even the likes of Wicked Clown didn’t see… and no matter your power, your
rage or the fact you’re a former world champion, is going to mean an ounce of
difference in the end… GOT IT?”
With slited eyes, Chamelion grins his