“Is this
awkward, or what?”
With a copy of Survival of the Sickest in the
VCR, Chamelion stands in the Sommers Gym’s office, remote in hand… and slowly
plays back the Undisputed Championship match.
Wonderful thing, being a part of the BWF! Getting a copy of the event just a couple
days later is easy. Granted, it’s not
DVD quality… but he’s got one of those reserved too.
This copy, however, is for reviews, and
Chamelion certainly has a lot to take in.
After their successful title defense earlier in the night, Wacko Marko
had muttered something about some business, and feeling content about the
events of the evening, had packed up and headed out early. It wouldn’t be until the reviews the next day
that Chamelion discovered the change in Wacko Marko.
His rundown to the ring and assisting Hensley
was one thing. Chamelion knew of their
history and recent amicable state. But
the turn… the attack upon Hensley… Chamelion knew that look at Marko’s face
VERY WELL. In times past, it was a look
echoed on Chamelion’s own face during his most vile of times. The PWA was witness to Chamelion’s betrayal
of his own brother… the joining with Mrs. X and subsequently taking over the
PWA for their own purposes. Yes, there
was a time when being the most Devious SOB in the business, was quite a literal
tag line.
Today however, his love for the business and
respect of it’s fans had created a different sort of Chamelion. And although still quite devious, in his own
way… he would challenge his opponents face to face… man to man. It’s a formula which has proven to be quite
successful in his BWF career… but with all honesty, Wacko’s actions did not
come as much of a shock to Chamelion, as he’d had thought it would.
Rubbing his chin, feeling the two day old
stubble against his finger tips, Chamelion pauses as Wacko attacks
Hensley. He sighs quietly.
“One
half of the BWF Tag-Team champions serves notice to the Undisputed Champion…
Wacko Marko has staked a claim… how will Hensley respond?”
Tossing the remote on the desk, he turns to
us with a cold stare.
“Who
cares? The important question here is what the hell does this do to our
team? Again, we defended our tag titles
against the
Rolling his eyes, Chamelion spits.
“Damn,
this is the first time in quite a while I really am clueless. And I don’t confess to shit like that very
often. Granted, I can’t deny that
perhaps, just perhaps, I had a hand in this turn of events. Greedily I took control of some of our
matches… strictly to prove a point to the critics that I wasn’t being carried…
and at the PPV, I saw an opportunity and took it. But in all fairness, I thought Wacko was out
of it and not in a position to follow up with a pin…”
He pauses…
“A
review shows I was mistaken… oh well, we won the match… that’s the important
part. But now… what is to become of our
team? I can’t reach Wacko… the BWF
offices are sort of mum on what’s going to go down Monday… hell, I even tried
to contact Hensley..”
Shaking his head, Chamelion throws his hands
up in frustration.
“Everyone’s
incommunicable! And they call this the
Information Age!”
Glaring, Chamelion says through gritted
teeth!
“I’ll
tell you this! Come Monday, on Havok..
the most Devious SOB in the business today, is going to get his answers… even
if he has to do it physically.. GOT IT?”
With that, Chamelion stalks out of the
office, slamming the door behind him!
END