We open outside, the ground is covered in snow, the air is thick with the ice cold air, and Chamelion, covered in an oversized dark green parka, stands on the bank of the Mississippi River, just west of La Crosse, Wisconsin, the site of Monday’s Havok.  In his hands, is a small brochure which he lifts to read aloud… most likely for our sake.

” La Crosse, Wisconsin's largest city on the Great River Road, is situated between towering bluffs and the Mississippi River near the outlets of the Black and La Crosse rivers. The rivers first made it a natural rendezvous site and later a booming logging place as logs were floated down the rivers to sawmills dotting the valley. Today La Crosse is a lively, attractive city yearning to reveal its history, culture, and architecture, and to share its outstanding recreation opportunities.”

A pause as Chamelion smirks, then let’s loose a sigh that seems rather content.

“Logging, eh?  My Aunt owns a logging place in Canada, so this place has that rustic, familiar feel to it.”

Pocketing the paper, he turns to us, lowering the hood on his parka.

“Let’s talk about familiar for a moment, shall we?  It’s familiar that as of the this moment, mere hours before Havok.. and I’ve not heard a word from my opponent, Bam.  It’s also familiar, contrary to recent belief, that I am going to come out of tomorrow’s match the victor.  AND, it’s very familiar that the most devious SOB in the business today, is going to climb another step on the ladder leading to more championship gold.”

Treading in the snow away from the river towards his rental car, Chamelion continues.

“I’ve had to calm down a little over the last few days, and come to realize I can not let the comments made by a lowly announcer get to me.  But I’ll admit, I like to be recognized for my efforts… and it seems to me that for the most part; the BWF has yet to take me seriously.  I may have to start busting some unsuspecting heads around here until they see little Chamelion’s running around their eyes.  I don’t know.”

Reaching the car, he stops, and leans against it.

“I watched the BWF promos this afternoon before coming out here, and with the recent FCC changes; how THC and Kirlia’s little snippet got on the air, sure beats me.  Though, after the thorough trashing at Wrestlefest they received, I guess it’s good to know they can do something positive.  *to himself*  However, Kirlia seemed less then enthusiastic to me… *louder* Hey, THC; is your love making as good as your wrestling?  If so, I feel sorry for the girl!”

A moment to let that sink in, as Chamelion’s cheshire grin speaks volumes.

“Also, I should like to take this moment to let Stryker Cloud and Josh McClick know that I’ve been watching them…. And I did hear your comments concerning facing us for the BWF Tag Team Championships.  I’d have spoken up sooner, but I’ve been a little distracted lately with unpopular opinions about Myself.  Point is, don’t get your hopes up.. no matter the reason, The Chamelion is undefeated, will be even after tomorrow, and these Tag Titles are going NO WHERE.  So, dream on, kiddos.”

A quick pause, as he remembers something.

“A quick note to Executioner, I make no promises about the condition I leave Bam in tomorrow… keep listening, and you’ll understand why.”

Composing himself, Chamelion explains.

“Now, Bam Bam, let’s be Frank, or Dave, or Tommy, I don’t care.  Bottom line in the matter is this; your ass is mine.  Simple, straight forward, no sugar coating… I don’t care how prone to violence you think you are, you’ve seen nothing yet.  Come at me with all you got, it won’t be enough to put me down tomorrow… it’s bad enough you have to fight Chamelion on Monday, but it’s far worse you have to fight a Chamelion who is boiling with uncontrolled rage.  You think you’ve been bad… boy, you don’t know what bad can be!”

“Ya see, it’s one thing to punch out everyone who says something unkind about you, it’s another to set out to destroy whole federations, family and friends.  The point of being devious is that they never know just what it is you’re capable of doing.  And, if you don’t watch your back, Bam Bam… I promise you the end results will be very devestating for you.”

Opening the car door, Chamelion puts one foot inside and stops.  He looks up, the very smile on his face is dark.

“Call your lawyer, make up your will, and pray to whatever God it is you cherish, Bam, for tomorrow the devil comes acalling… and your doom, is set in stone cold blood… GOT IT?”

Slamming the door, Chamelion starts the car and drives away.

 

END