(OOC note – good chance that if Havok does get posted, this will conflict greatly.  But it’s needed to give an idea as to the next show)

 

Previously, on Havok!

 

Webb: I think we’re finally going to get some answers as to what went down with Wacko Marko and Ice Hensley at Survival of the Sickest!

 

Scott Benjamin: Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome the owner of the BWF; GHOST!!!

 

Already in the ring, Ghost nods and takes the mic from Scott.

 

Ghost: I’m sure there is a lot of confusion concerning the end of Survival of the Sickest.. and the one man who can answer those questions best.. is Wacko Marko!

 

From the stage, Wacko Marko walks out.  Dressed in a dark grey business suit, without music and nothing to even suggest he’s Wacko… the man looks around as boos and hisses greet him.  Straight faced, he walks down and gets into the ring, walking right up to Ghost.

 

Ghost: Wacko, I’d like..

 

Wacko grabs the mic away from a startled Ghost.

 

Wacko: For the record, it’s Marcus J. Wellington.  Don’t forget that.

 

Tossing the mic back to Ghost, who looks peeved, He continues.

 

Ghost: Very well, Marcus.  The world is eager to know the reasons behind your attack on Hensley at the PPV.  Frankly, so am I. 

 

Ghost holds out the mic and Marcus looks around the arena.

 

Marcus: Why? Is there any doubt as to why?  Hensley has what I want.  I’ve been with this company for ever.. I am the 2004 man of the year… and what do I have to show for it?  Sure, a few championships.. but never a world .. undisputed title.  I saw opportunity.. I saw the brass ring.. and I reached for it!

 

Ghost: Very well.. understandable.  But another serious question, one that definitely needs to be answered.   What about Chamelion, and the Tag-Team Championships?

 

Marcus goes to answer, when ‘Come With Me’ hits the arena and the crowd roars to their feet as Chamelion comes on Stage.  Soaking up the adulation, He stalks down to the ring and slides into it.  Laying their for a moment, he eyes Marcus darkly, before jumping to his feet and marching up to Ghost.  Taking the mic from him, much as Marcus did, Chamelion turns to Marcus.

 

Chamelion: Yes… that is a very good question, isn’t it, Ghost?  What about Chamelion? What about the Tag-Team titles? 

 

Marcus glares back evenly with Chamelion.

 

Marcus: It was a good run, I give you that, but it’s nothing compared to the opportunity before me.

 

Chamelion: So, you’re just going to give up being tag-team champion, leave me high and dry without a partner?

 

Marcus laughs.

 

Marcus: No way, man… If anyone here is deserving of the tag team titles, it’s me!  I carried this team!  Webb said it, the world KNEW it… I’ll carry the belts, become undisputed champion.. and OWN the world!

 

Smirking, finding humor in this, Chamelion chuckles.

 

Chamelion: Really?  Seems to me, you’re forgetting part of the equation there!

 

Marcus: And what equation is that!?

 

Chamelion’s smile fades, replaced by a very sinister look and he steps right up into Marcus’s face.

 

Chamelion: Me, of course.. Wacko Marko!!!

 

Marcus glares back.

 

Marcus: The name is Marcus J. Wellington!

 

Chamelion, now nose to nose with Marcus.

 

Chamelion: Far as I’m concerned, your name is Mud!

 

The two men’s foreheads come together as they glare into each other’s eyes.  Ghost takes the mic away and speaks up.

 

Ghost: It’s obvious you two can’t come to terms with the tag team titles.  It leaves me no choice… next week, on Havok.. both of you better find a partner each… because you are going to face off to decide which team becomes the Undisputed Tag-Team Champions of the world!  Understood?

 

Turning to acknowledge Ghost, Chamelion is blind sided as Marcus clobbers him upside the head.  Chamelion falls to his knees and Marcus goes to town on him, blasting him with kicks and punches.  Ghost exits the ring as fast as he can.  Marcus follows Chamelion as he tries to pull himself up with the use of the ropes.  As he does, Marcus knees him in the back, then whips him to the ropes and hits a superkick of his own, sending Chamelion to the canvas.  Picking up Chamelion’s tag belt…Marcus jumps onto the second turnbuckle and brings the belt crashing down over Chamelion’s head.

 

Webb: Someone stop this! Marcus has gone…

 

Rayne: Wacko?

 

Webb: Oh man.

 

Sliding out of the ring, Marcus grabs a steel chair, and quickly jumps back inside.  Already bleeding from the belt shot, Chamelion barely makes it to his knees before the steel chair connects with a KLANG to his skull.  Marcus laughs as he raises the chair for another strike when suddenly.

 

GONG!!!!!!!!!

 

Webb: What the???

 

Marcus hesitates as…

 

GONG!!!!!!!!!!

 

The lights suddenly go out and the arena is filled with screams and noise… moments later, the lights come back on.. and Marcus finds himself alone in the ring.. no Chamelion… and he spins around, shocked.

 

Rayne: Where the hell did Chamelion go?

 

Webb: What was with the sound of the gongs? And the darkness?

 

Rayne: I don’t know, but Marcus doesn’t like it one bit!  He’s got Chamelion’s Tag title.. and he’s holding it up!

 

Webb: Next week, former team mates are going to face off… and I am definitely curious who their new partners are going to be?

 

Fade out…. Then a re-fade in… to find Chamelion sitting on his couch at home, a large gauze band aid on his forehead.  Sandra, sitting next to him, scrunches up the paper the band aid was in, and looks like she wants to talk, but knows right now, isn’t good.  Chamelion stares our way.

 

Chamelion: Short and sweet.. this is how it’s going to be.  On Havok, I was attacked.. viciously, by a man I had come to trust and call friend.  Why? Because of greed.  Wacko Marko.. Marcus J. Wellington, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want to be called… because to me, the only name that fits you right now is; Dead!  You made it personal, kiddo… and in case you don’t remember… a man by Wicked Clown made it personal, and you saw the results of that.

 

He pauses, grimaces as he touches his forehead.

 

Chamelion: When Tuesday comes, you damned well have better picked a real monster to be your tag team partner… because you’re going to need all the help you can to stave my wrath. 

 

Another pause, as he licks his lips.

 

Chamelion: In truth, I too, would love to go for the Undisputed title… but I wouldn’t destroy a good thing to do it.  For the last three months, I have been Tag-Team Champion… and the actions on Havok just goes to prove one thing.. the real man of the team wasn’t Wacko Marko… No, the world knows that the Chamelion was the one who made it work.  Effort, desire.. that was me.  You, on the other hand.. WACKO… were always too little, too late… and that’s going to be proven Tuesday…

 

He leans forward, ignoring the pain.

 

Chamelion: As for my partner… let’s just say this… when it’s over… I’ll have everything, and have you baited for Hensley….

 

Hook……….

 

Line……….

 

And Sinker!!!!!!

 

GOT IT???

 

And we fade out on Chamelion’s face.. his eyes, the last to go.

 

ENd