Fade into backstage at Havok mere moments
after Chamelion’s match against Bam.
Pushing aside the curtain and coming down the stairs, Chamelion’s only
intention is to get to his locker room, but he is sidetracked by Don
McMichael. Sighing, Chamelion stops
short.
“Chamelion,
you just beat the International Champion, Bam… what…”
Interrupting, Chamelion growls.
“No, I
am NOT going to
Startled and confused, McMichael coughs out.
“What???”
Titling his head, Chamelion finally does
smile, but it’s grim.
“Seemed
to me that’s where you were heading with that question, Donny… ya know; ‘What
are you going to do now?’”
McMichael blinks again, still confused. Chamelion just sighs.
“Must be
before your time, kid! What do you
want?”
McMichael swallows hard but speaks up.
“I
wanted to know what was up with Wacko Marko not being out there in your
corner?”
“Simple.”
Chamelion begins, then continues.
“I
clearly stated this last week that no one carries me, and I was out to prove
it. Tonight, the mission began and it
was a complete success… This so-called International Champion got a taste what
it’s like to be in the ring with a real champion, a man who gets things done
and let’s nothing stand in his way! As
for Wacko, I told him to stay at home, he wasn’t needed!”
“You
said if you won tonight, you wanted a rematch for the title… but you’re one
half of the tag team champions, how are you gonna get the shot?”
Smirking, Chamelion licks his lips.
“Well,
nice to know you can state facts everyone already knows… as for my shot? I damned well EARNED it here tonight, and
there should be no other reason then that that I get to challenge for the
title. In fact, this PPV; Survival of
the Sickest? Seems just the right time
to add another BWF title to my collection!”
“Yes,
maybe so; but do you think Maanya or Ghost would go
for such a deal? As I said, you’re
already a tag champion, and…”
“Listen,
Donny.. unless they can produce written rulings that state I can not hold a tag
and singles title at the same time; they have no legit reason not to offer me
the shot. Hell, Wicked Clown is getting
a singles title shot…
“Still…?”
Chamelion cuts him off.
“Listen,
it can’t get any clearer then what I’ve said.
And as for the Tag-Team Titles, they are still precious to me, but there
is a ladder to climb here in the BWF… and I’m sick at standing on the same
rung. My hand is poised to carry me to
the next level… and tonight’s victory shows I’m ready to rise!”
McMichael nods, and asks.
“With
the recent comments we’ve heard, and Wacko’s absence tonight.. will you two be
ready to work together next week against Blade and C.D. Punk?”
Spitting on the floor, Chamelion wipes his
mouth and glares.
“Next
week, it’s lesson number two… Wacko can hold up the corner ropes if he wants
too, but I promise you it will be the Most Devious SOB in the business today
that carries that match… I know C.D. Punk and Blade well enough.. and I have no
worries that the Tag-Team Champions will add another notch to the wall, as well
as see my undefeated streak grow! Is
that it??”
McMichael nods as Chamelion pushes past
him. A few steps, then Chamelion stops
and turns.
“Oh, and
one last thing; Bam; you got 17 days to hold on to that title… and then you can
kiss it, and your ass, goodbye! GOT IT?”
Spinning on his heels, Chamelion disappears
around the corner.