“Typical!”
With a strong sound of frustration, we open
to find Chamelion and his brother, Raizzor, driving down Interstate 15, on
their way to the
“What?”
Gripping the wheel tighter, Chamelion sighs
in exasperation.
“I said
it’s Typical! Some things don’t change
around the BWF.”
Bemused, patient, and even a little
disinterested, Raizzor queries.
“What is
typical, little brother?”
Glancing sideways to Raizzor, Chamelion
smiles wanly.
“Oh,
where do I start? Our opponents decide
to respond during the ‘11th hour’…Bam uses the same old title for
his promos.. ‘Total Domination’.. as if there isn’t any other title in the
world to use… and it’s up to me to change around my entire schedule, just so we
have time to respond. Honestly, one
would think they don’t have enough confidence in themselves to open up the
floor a bit earlier and have honest to god verbal sparring!”
Silence greets his outburst, before Raizzor
finally speaks.
“Perhaps
that is true. Does it matter, little
brother, if they speak volumes or speak barely a whisper? In the end, the result will be the same.”
Nodding, Chamelion focuses on the road ahead.
“I
suppose you’re right, but it still drives me up the freaking wall!”
“Perhaps
you should direct that energy into, as you would say, ‘dissing’ our opponents.”
Smirking, Chamelion taps the top of the
wheel.
“Ya
know, we may make a comedian out of you yet, Bro!”
Sulking into his seat, arms crossed.
“Very
unlikely.”
Realizing Raizzor will no longer be much
assistance, Chamelion licks his lips. A
lot came across today, and time is running short for him to cover all the
angles.
“Ok,
fine. Let’s get the easy part out of the
way first. Bam, a couple pieces of
advice.. one, get creative… you boring piece of shit. Two, ignoring me in your little blurb to Ice
is going to come back and bite you in the ass.
This, I promise you!”
Stretching in his seat, Chamelion flicks on
the cruise control. Adjusting himself
(no, not THAT way) Chamelion redirects his attention.
“Ahh,
Adriana… firs off, your comment about ‘picking up the slack’ of your
partners? That would not happen if
you’d choose to align with more responsible and capable people.. but then, two
shots at the Undisputed Title and you couldn’t come away a winner.. so maybe
you’re in good company to begin with. On
top of that, you drop comments only about four hours apart.. what exactly WERE
you expecting when 90% of the entire BWF waits to the deadline to speak
up? You have high expectations for a
lowly group of hacks!”
With a sound much like a Hmph, he continues.
“More
importantly, let’s talk about leagues. I
did indeed say you are not in the League of the Krymson Dragons.. and it seemed
to do the trick, it sparked your ire. I
like doing that, ya know.. dig at my opponents and get them to respond.”
“However,
lets clear the air here about said topic:
You talk a good game, no doubt about it.. I’ll even admit since my debut
here in the BWF, you’ve proven to be the most talkative opponent of mine. I like a challenge, it makes victory taste so
much sweeter. What does confuse me is
why you think I don’t make any sense?
It’s one thing to make such a comment, yet another to show evidence to
support it. Personally, I think I make a
lot of sense… but then, what do I care if you understand my way of thinking or
not… if the confusion gives me an edge, I’ll gladly take it.”
“You’re
quick to dismiss Raizzor, which is a terrible mistake. I could go on about his history, one that
holds more value in the world of professional wrestling then most superstars
today. But I’ll leave that up to him to
gloat about… “
He looks towards Raizzor, but the big man
just continues to stare out the window.
“oookay,
so he’s not much of a talker… you go through what he has, and you might feel
the same way. Fact is, I could not ask
for a better tag team partner in all the world.. his power defies logic… and
coupled with my deviousness.. well, you may be focusing on Ice Hensley, but
it’s the little bugs as you may think of us, that will be stinging you in the
ass.”
Silent for a moment, to contemplate his next
words, Chamelion smiles.
“Also,
kiddo, I’d be careful about contradicting your own words. First, you adamantly state that we’re in
different leagues, hinting you are better then my Brother and I… then you say
how Ice is in a world of his own, that we’re out side of it, and we could win
this match on our own. What I sense is
that you stopped quickly, when you realized just what I’ve been saying all
along; the Krymson Dragons truly are the most dominate force in the BWF today…
I’ve got nearly 90 days running as a champion here… and the only reason I’m not
the International Champion, or fighting in your place for the Undisputed
title.. is that damned one title rule!”
“I’ll
let it go with you there, Adriana, cause I feel Ice Hensley can pick up the
slack and wrap up our little victory right here…but if my brother would be so
kind as to put in a few words???”
Rustling in the seat next to him, Raizzor
sits up, sighing.
“Very
well, brother, if you so insist.”
Nodding Chamelion focuses back on the road
ahead, and we shift views to frame Raizzor into the shot.
“MJW,
Bam… when you two feel like putting effort into your work, I’ll address
you. Adriana, if you are so eager to be
laid to rest, do continue to discount me.”
His eyes crinkle behind his mask, his face
set in stone.
“Let me
part a saying upon your ears, child.
‘Power flows to the one who knows how; desire alone, is not
enough.’ Digest those words, my child,
and understand the true ramifications of their meaning. For months, you strived to gain the
Undisputed Championship from our partner, Ice Hensley, and both times you
failed. You had desire, indeed, but it
is not enough unless you know how to harness the power. For years, I have done nothing but harvest
the souls of my victims, and gain from them, the power to destroy. I live in the darkness, I swallow the fear of
those I face, and rip their wills to
live…I am the monster that haunts your dreams, and I am your waking nightmare.”
He tilts his head.
“It may
seem like gibberish to you, child. I
have heard all you may have to say, disregarding who, what I am. I will not argue with you what I know to be
true, and your lack of respect will be met with disaster. Please, do laugh and denounce my power… all
who have done so before, have perished.
I see no reason to change history on your account.”
He falls silent, and Chamelion picks up the
pace.
“He has
a way with words, doesn’t he? Finally, I
want to send a shout out to Ice Hensley himself! Kiddo, I was betrayed by MJ, that’s
true. And you don’t have to trust us..
you’re correct we have a common goal to achieve, and we can’t do that if we’re
at each other’s throats. But get this
straight, and don’t confuse the situation; if we were each other.. well, I’d be
a drunk idiot and you’d have a hot wife!”
Snickering, Chamelion wraps up.
“Seriously,
I do hope you hold onto that title for a while.. I’d love a fair shot at it
down the line… maybe then we’ll discover who really has originality, and who
wants to be whom, you think? Tuesday’s
coming up, and with the six of us in the ring, it truly will be Havok inside
the squared circle… and the ease of picking off MJ and Bam, along with the
SLIGHTLY more effort required for one Adriana… well, the Krymson Dragons and
Ice Hensley will prove to all the doubters why we, and no one else, hold the
most prestigious championships in the BWF today, GOT IT?”
With that, we pan back as their van races off
down the free way.
End