“Impressive…….”
A sharp humming sound, followed by a crash….
“Most
Impressive………”
Then a sharp fade in to Chamelion sitting on
his couch at home, with a sheepish look on his face. In his hands is a toy light saber and on the floor
in front of him, a shattered vase.
Biting his lip, Chamelion cringes just thinking of the ear full he’s
going to get when his wife gets home.
Sighing, Chamelion lays down the toy and looks up.
“Well,
tonight’s not going to be too much fun… but I meant it when I said Impressive….
Since my debut here in the BWF… my opponents have done one of two things…
either they’ve remained silent or they’ve thrown out a verb or two just hours
before going into battle with me.”
A slow smile plays upon his lips.
“However,
one half of the BWF tag-team champions has decided to forgo what I was
beginning to perceive as ‘the usual’ and lay the ground work for our verbal
feud.”
A slight nod.
“I thank
you.”
Standing, albeit carefully, Chamelion moves
from the living room to the kitchen, where he grabs a fresh cold bottle of
spring water from the fridge. We wait as he pops the cap and takes a long
drink. Sighing, refreshed, Chamelion
redirects his attention our way.
“However,
as much as I appreciate you ‘drawing the line’… I just wish you would have been
a bit more focused on Wacko and I.. instead you talk about your partner.. and
you make an offer to expand our tag match into something else….”
A small shrug.
“I could
care less the type of match it is, C.D…I’ve been through my share of exuberant
matches in my life time… and for the record.. 20 feet into two tables isn’t
that big of a deal… ending my opponent with my finishing move off a ladder over
25 feet in the air… that’s impressive…”
Chamelion rolls his eyes.
“But
we’re not here to one up each other on how violently we can hurt our own
bodies… we’re here because Wacko Marko and I earned our chance to challenge you
and your partner Blade.. for the BWF Tag-Team championships.”
Pausing a moment, and scratching his head,
Chamelion smirks.
“But
you’ll have to forgive my confusion here.
In barely the same breath, you said you and Blade both want more… and
yet you’ll fight your asses off for the titles when we battle at the PPV… so I
get the feeling your hearts are not into this as much as they should be…”
Frowning, Chamelion leans into the frame…
filling it up.
“Listen
here, and listen really good. Do not go
into this match half heartedly… I can’t speak for Wacko on the matter.. but I
don’t hold back for anything. Tooth and
nail, blood..sweat.. tears.. you’ll get them all.. and then some. Each and every match I have is special to
me…and while I may never succeed in mounting a record like I did in the PWA… I
sure as hell plan to highlight the BWF… and it all starts with the BWF Tag-Team
titles..”
Leaning back, Chamelion offers a consolatory
grin.
“But
hey, good news for you and Blade.. after Wacko and I strip you of those belts..
you’ll be more then free to go chasing after any other titles the BWF has to
offer… that is, of course.. until I’m
ready to come calling on them myself.”
Taking another drink, Chamelion wipes his
mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Of
course, there is still the question on if Wacko will be up to the challenge..
Monday will answer that question… cause if he’s not… well, let’s just say that
when it comes to Handicap tag team matches…..”
A devious,
“…it
runs in the family… GOT IT?”
Just then, the front door opens and closes..
and a look of pure fear washes over Chamelion as he hears …
“Honey,
I’m home…………”
Fade out