It’s dark.  But that’s kind of expected when it’s dealing with Raizzor.  However, the location certainly is different.  The Krymson Dragons; Raizzor and Chamelion, are in a movie theater.  They are alone, sitting about midsection in the stadium like seats, and on the huge THX sized screen, the latest promo from Sirus Moran is wrapping up.  Chamelion has a bag of popcorn in his hands, and he’s munching away lazily.  He absently offers the bag to Raizzor, who holds up his hand to decline.  As the scene on the screen fades, the house lights come up and Chamelion stretches and yawns.

 

“Oh man! Now that’s the only way to watch a Brothers Grimm promo!  Widescreen, THX sound, the full package!”

 

Raizzor cocks his head to the side, his thoughts running rampant in his mind, barely listening to Chamelion.

 

“And what a bunch of fiction!  Sheesh!  What did you think, bro?”

 

Chamelion drops the popcorn bag in the seat next to him, and turns towards his brother.

 

“Raizzor?”

 

Raizzor shakes his head, clearing away his thoughts and turns back to his younger brother.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Are we gonna do this, or not?”

 

Sighing, Raizzor nods.  Chamelion smirks and turns towards the camera.

 

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Dragons’ Movie Review!  Today, we feature the latest segment from our opponents for Happenstance; the Brothers Grimm!  First off, I have to say that the production values were decent, even if a little under done for such a talented team.  Yet the comical aspect was, as always, on par with their level of excellence.  I especially enjoyed Grifter’s play with the calculator.”

 

Raizzor remains silent, letting his brother continue to ramble, but his features betray his desire to speak.

 

“Sirus played his part to the hilt, even going so far as attempting to tug at the heart strings of the American public, what with his cry of betrayal.  But I have to say, in the end, I expect ‘Al’ to come away with best supporting actor.  Music wise… okay, there was no music, which is sad, because we all know that music can drive a scene more powerfully then without.”

 

“Did they deliver their message with clarity?   I guess, even if it was misguided.  It seems good ol’ Sirus has a mindset that suggests we did something wrong to him? Or, more precisely, my brother did something wrong.  News flash back atcha, Sirus ol Buddy.  It’s not all about you!  Hell, did you really expect Raizzor to put aside his mission for the sake of..”

 

“Enough!”

 

Startled, Chamelion nearly bites his tongue, and looks at Raizzor.

 

“Umm, okay??”

 

Raizzor sighs again.

 

“Put the game to rest, Little Brother.  Sirus wants some answers, then I will give him what he asks.  *turns to camera*  But you’re not going to like them.  Sirus, you whine like a woman scorned, her date not calling her the next day.  Have you not been paying any attention?  I know you better then anyone, and that act about being disengaged from the real world is just that; an act.  You know what happened last year, before and at Genesis.  You know the hell I went through finding out my wife was supposedly dead.  You witnessed her return at Genesis, standing side by side with Draven.”

 

His features clench into a menacing scowl.

 

“It was personal, my business with Draven.  When I was burned, I had to go into hiding for two reasons; one to fool Draven, and two; to heal the emotional wreck I had become.  I battled internally with myself, needing to discover truly who, or what I am.  The battle between Raizzor and Michael Sommers left a gaping wound that was filled with Salt by the events of Genesis… and no one, not even my own flesh and blood could understand the pain that I felt.”

 

“You DARE be angry that I didn’t CALL?  Are you that selfish that you expect me to take into account the feelings of a man who didn’t come LOOKING for me?  The fault, Sirus Moran, is yours, not mine.  Yet now, only when I am back at full power, climbing the rungs of the BWF ladder with my brother, do you dare show yourself?”

 

“You claim that our titles are not the reason, but I disagree.  You have become addicted to them, and you even admit it.  Those ghost pains you speak of, is like a drug addiction; the shakes you feel when you go so long without a fix!  It’s eating you up inside, seeing us with the very titles you would claim as your own.   And yet, here we are, the Dragons as the BWF Tag Champions.. Two times before, we ruled over you and took the PWA titles from you, and now, you seek redemption!”

 

“You play the hurt man, crying foul that your feelings were not considered when I returned to the public eye, but inside you were rejoicing;  Not only would you return and try to reclaim the very gold you so desired, but you would do so at the cost of the two men you took upon yourself to hate.  It’s pathetic, Sirus, OLD FRIEND… because you know, deep inside, that the tables have turned… it is the Dragons that are the cornerstone of the Tag-Team titles, here in the BWF… and you and Grifter, are the outsiders, looking in the glass window of the candy store… hungry, needing the sugar that is just that far out of reach.”

 

“Then, you bring up the past, citing those times that I turned against you!  How does it feel now, to know what jealousy tastes like?  Is it bitter, does it not sting your tongue, wishing to wash it away, like a bad memory?  I admit that for a time, indeed, my jealousy ruled me.  The power I possessed was passed by so that the PWA could have you shine as their alter boy, the chosen one.  I did bring you into the PWA, I stood by your side, and when I was lost at the hands of my very own Nightmare… you didn’t come looking for me then as well.  No, you took it upon yourself to take my place.  Oh, there was jealousy alright, Sirus Moran; but it was well deserved.  You play the part of boy scout, hiding the fact that you, in truth, are an egotistical bastard!”

 

“Vertical.  That is truly the one angle in which to stand, and now, here in the BWF, the Soul-Taker stands firmly on the front lines; fear absent, determination at the ready.  We will be waiting when Happenstance comes, the question is; will you be?”

 

Raizzor crosses his arms and Chamelion whistles in appreciation.

 

“Whoa!  When he goes on a tangent, watch out!”

 

Ignoring Raizzor’s dark look, Chamelion addresses us directly.

 

“Okay, my turn!  Sirus, let’s start with how you say this is all about Raizzor and you would have been content to let me slide.  First, the Dragons are a team, you come for one, you get both.  That would be obvious even if this wasn’t for the tag titles.  We found a unity we never had before, and our mutual need to continue our dominance here in the BWF gives us an undeniable edge!  Imagine if we could best you twice in the PWA, even when not at our best, what we’re going to do to you here?”

 

“Frankly, I knew ‘Al’ could take care of himself.  Tossing him into the fans was purely a distraction, and it worked to a ‘T’!”

 

Pausing, Chamelion rubs his chin.

 

“What exactly DOES that mean, anyway?”

 

Resuming, Chamelion shrugs off the curiosity; for now.

 

“But now you feel the need for ‘revenge’ in a way?  And Chamelion no longer is safe from your wrath?  Oooh, I am soooo scared.  Color me yellow!  By now you should know that the hells I’ve gone through in my life have calloused my skin to such threats, especially from you.  Sirus, pal, just like my brother; I know you.  This ‘act’ of yours is as see through as a hot girl’s nighty!  Personally, I respect you and Grifter for all of your accomplishments, but in turn, you continuously find ways to dismiss ours?  Easy you forget the times I did best you in the ring… Rumble in the Bronx, X-mas at Ground Zero… when the Most Devious SOB in the business took his biggest step in his career, who was it that paved his way?  You.  So when it comes down to it, and you remove all the fat from the meat; the Chamelion learned from you, and took that knowledge and expanded it into what I am today.  Coupled with the Soul-Taker; do you two honestly feel this need for vengeance is going to be fulfilled?”

 

With his Cheshire grin, Chamelion leans forward.

 

“The days of the Chosen One are over, Sirus Moran.  The reign of the Krymson Dragons is JUST beginning.  Clench your fists and shake with rage, if you think that new look will do you any good, just so you remember these words.  Raizzor?”

 

“Power flows to the ones who know how; Desire alone, is not enough!”

 

Winking, Chamelion grins wide.

 

“GOT IT?”