The scene opens up
with Chamelion back in the office of the Sommers Gym, as he sorts out a bunch
of DVD’s sitting on top of the TV. We
look closer and we see titles like “The Haunting… Anaconda…Starsky & Hutch…&…Armageddon.
He looks up at us, and grins.
“Research!”
With that, he
finishes sorting them out and then switches off the TV. Cracking his knuckles he pulls the chair out
from behind the desk and sits down in it, getting comfortable. Then his smile fades as he focuses.
“Most of you, if not all, may be wondering as to what the
status is between Wacko Marko and I. On
Monday, when I needed to tag out, I extended my hand to my partner, only to
have him drop from the apron and walk away.
One would expect this to be the end of our team… and in most cases,
believe me, it would have been! But
after the match, I caught up to Wacko… I was about ready to bash his head into
the wall, for that matter… but we talked instead.”
Sighing, Chamelion
presses his feet to the floor and pushes slightly, sending him and the chair
back against the wall. He leans back.
“Wacko confided in me that he did what he did because he
felt unappreciated… and it was the first time I’d ever seen the man speak so
coherently and with a complete understanding of his actions. He was remorseful, and was returning to the
ring to fix the situation .. however, by then, I had regained enough sense to
somehow achieve victory over our opponents.”
“The reasons, he stated, was partly due to my selfishness
the week before.. and I can not fault him for those feelings. We had a heart to heart on the matter, and we
agreed that this Sunday, against the
He pauses, the
famous
“Of course, if you really think I believe Wacko one hundred
percent.. well, I’m not THAT gullible.. heh.. but for the sake of retaining
these titles.. I’ll put my faith in him… for now!”
Folding his
fingers together, Chamelion leans his chin on his knuckles as he reflects.
“Which brings me to our opponents, Chris McKnight and Cody
Clark… The New School Marvels! Two men who
earned, I guess, a chance to fight Wacko and I at Survival of the Sickest… I
said I guess because of all the tag teams in the BWF, they have defeated one..
and that seems to earn them a shot at us.
Then again, the BWF is scrambling to find any sort of competition that
can stand up to the combination of Wacko Marko and Chamelion. So far, since our victory in November, no tag
team’s come close to putting us down!”
Lifting his chin
up, he unlaces his fingers and stretches out.
A look of ‘yeah, right’ seems to cross his features as he continues.
“Oh, and this road trip of yours? Convenient to have the camera along to
showcase how tough you two are against a town full of hicks. Seemed like another version of the Simple
Life to me… is Veronica your version of Paris Hilton, and if so.. will we be
seeing any stolen video tapes on the net soon?”
Laughing softly,
Chamelion shakes his head as he pulls himself towards the desk.
“I really hate reality TV… and this little diner visit of
yours, seemed as if you were trying to pull a fast one on the viewers…. Really,
do you expect a small town to be that distasteful to visitors? I’ve been through some back water places
before in my days, but I don’t think I’ve come close to a town full of people
that in bred!”
Now at the desk,
Chamelion reaches for two folders laying on it and opens them up. We see pictures of Cody Clark and Chris
McKnight.
“Anyway, I’m getting off track here. As I stated, Wacko and I have bested every
team to come our way, so what makes you two think you will be any
different? I checked you guys out… and
as far as I can tell, you’re two babies fresh from mommies womb! Wet behind the ears doesn’t even come
close! Reading your profiles, I see a
lot of ‘coming soon’s… and I feel like I’m checking out a teaser trailer for an
upcoming movie!”
He scans both
profiles, eyes darting down the page quickly as he speaks.
“Heck, the only real difference between the two of you is
the distinction of cruiserweight and heavyweight. Same entrance, same persona… sheesh… did one
of you sit on the copy machine and shoot the other one out the paper feed??? Come on guys, there’s got to me more variety
between the two of you? I mean, aside
from one looking like he came from the trash bin, and the other from the
movies!”
A quick glance at
the DVDs on top of the TV causes Chamelion to grin again.
“Now, after checking up on your profiles, the next thing I
did was come to ringside with my partner so we could watch you two up
close. Proper research means close
examination, ya know.. so…on Monday, Chris McKnight took on Adam Richards one
on one! A chance for ˝ half of the New School Marvels to break a sweat and get
in some practice before Sunday. I’ll
admit it wasn’t a bad showing on your part… the effort you put forth was
respectable. However, the end result is
what matters… and clean or not, Adam Richards got the
Licking his lips,
Chamelion spreads his hands in a consolatory manor.
“Look on the bright side guys! You’ve now experienced a loss in the BWF… so
the shock of losing this weekend at Survival of the Sickest won’t be so bad!”
A quick cough to
clear his throat, and the smile is gone.
“Seriously, kiddos, I know you came into the BWF with your hearts set on securing the Tag-Team
titles… and I respect that, truly. Unfortunately,
it’s not Masked Madness or C.D. Punk & Blade you’re facing… it’s not some
duct tape and staples team paired together for the sake of a two on two… it’s
us, Wacko Marko and Chamelion… and aside from our little bump in the road last
week… we know, only as a team, can we walk away from this weekend still the BWF
Tag-Team Champions… and it’s that determination, desire and hunger, that will
keep these titles right where they belong.. now, and for a long time to come..
GOT IT?”
Standing,
Chamelion closes the folders and with his devious grin, slides them off the
desk and into the waste paper basket beside it!
END