Fade in to the Krymson Dragons back in their usual realm,
that of the Sommers Gym. They stand
together, side by side. Raizzor has his
arms crossed and does not look too pleased at the moment. Chamelion, on the other hand, looks as if
Christmas came early and he rubs his hands in glee. Both are in their wrestling attire, as they
are about ready to spar in the ring.
Chamelion’s
“First things first, this is between the four of us. The Dragons and the Grimms, and just because
poor Grifter can’t speak a lick, doesn’t mean I’m going to sit back and shut up
for the mere sake of you getting Raizzor alone for your verbal jollies!”
Scratching his chin, Chamelion appears to be thinking of something
deep.
“Ya know, Sirus, perhaps the one time in your entire career
you become so focused on your opponent, and not flip flopping through some
strange, yet admittedly, humorous tirade, is the one time you’re truly lost.”
“The worst part of what you said, is how obviously you
contradicted yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll
clarify! Remember when you said you
don’t alienate people? Yeah, that
part. In the same breath you told me to
stay out of it, and on top of that; separated yourself from Raizzor on the
comment of being supported. Honestly,
that’s what infuriates the both of us the most; your self involved holier then
thou attitude! Being the Chosen One in
the PWA went to your head, Sirus Moran!
You’re just too blind to see it for yourself!”
He covers his eyes to make the point, then peeks out
between his fingers. Raizzor, meanwhile,
just scowls.
“It gets even better, because for the millionth time since
I’ve known you; you’ve puffed up your chest about how you’ve given up titles
for others, for tourneys, whenever it was called upon you to do so. What are you looking for? A pat on the back?
Here’s your lollipop, kiddo, now shut up.”
Those last words are accompanied by the disappearance of
his smile as Chamelion falls into rare serious mode.
“You can stand there and talk about how this isn’t about the
BWF Tag-Team Titles all you want. I’ll
even grant you that I believe you, to a certain extent. But you see, we’re not complaining about how
you came into the BWF at just the right time to blind side us. It’s fine, Raizzor and I would not have it
any other way… you have issues with us, okay with my brother, so why not add a
little risk to this, by having it be for our titles? If you manage to win, then you can add
another decoration to your little tree along with that slight lemony taste of
victory. I’ve always stood firm that if
I get beaten, then I shouldn’t have a title in my possession.”
Spreading his arms out, he asks,
“Ya remember the PWA, right?
When I was the world champion, I wanted every match to be a title match,
because I was a firm believer in that philosophy. Wrestling is about being the best you can be,
and when your not, don’t act as if you are.
But now you have me going on a tangent.
To us, this was never about the titles, but for you, we have to believe
it is. We believed our friends had come
to the BWF to support us, and yet, we get backstabbed. Sound familiar? Come on, Sirus, you don’t treat food
poisoning with poison.”
“So here we are, the hours ticking away and you still feel
you’ve been wronged? Well, we both know
already that changing your mind is damned near impossible. Hell, FINDING it can
be a toughie! Deep down, I like ya
kiddo! But that respect and trust you
cried so much about not getting? You
trashed it when you turned on us, and the price you’re going to pay, isn’t
going to be worth your loss of self worth, that, I can promise you!”
With that, Chamelion steps back against the wall, with a
smug look on his face and Raizzor takes center stage, his scowl still
ever-present.
“Does it eat you up inside, old friend? The thought that there is a place in this
world where you are not needed, not the hero?
I have always appreciated it when you stood by my side, but that doesn’t
give you the right to demand to be a part of every single aspect of my
life. However, that is not the reason I
did not call upon your aide during my crisis.
Sirus, there are some things a man has to do for himself. This war with Eric Draven is personal! The only reason I included my brother is
because he too, was personally attacked by Draven. Need I remind you of his wife’s capture and
rape? While I do not deny feeling
pleased that you would have been eager to assist, I can not forgive the outlet
for which you have chosen to air your grievances.”
“It is not that I did not trust you, not did I not believe
you capable of handling yourself in any situation that may have arisen, but
this was not your battle, it was mine. I
needed to do this, and I ask not for forgiveness from you, nor do I expect your
understanding. Be it as it may, the end
result is this Sunday, you will have a chance to vent your frustration against
me, and I hope it will be worth it, I really do. For you have crossed a line, Sirus Moran, a
line that you may never be able to walk back over again.”
Raizzor takes a step forward, peering more intimately into
the camera, to make his point clear.
“You choose to speak of my history, and in that you bring up
how I have, how shall I say; wavered on both sides of the fence. I already admitted to a tinge of jealousy
about you, what more do you wish of me?
Are you still bitter, old friend, about how I stuffed my foot in your
face when you and Jeffery Drake battled so passionately? Would it tear you up inside to know that even
today, I still allow a measure of ‘giddiness’ watching you slide helplessly
across the ring? Our history demanded
that, and you know it to be true. We
have climbed the mountain together, grabbed each other’s hand when we’d slip,
but just shy of the top, you turned your eye away from me.”
Gritting his teeth, and clenching his fists at the thought,
Raizzor growls.
“So, I willingly admit to the anger that began to well inside
of me. That was then, a different time
and a different place. When, in the HiC,
I waged war with Eric Draven, where were you?
When the flames burst over my body, it was not you who ran down with
that fire extinguisher, but Panzadise. I
can not stand the hypocrisy that spews from your mouth, it sickens me.”
Standing back straight, Raizzor waves off that feeling and
addresses another issue Sirus brought up.
“You say you’re not ready to die yet? Perhaps that is misleading, for you’ve
pointed the barrel of the gun towards your face, and eagerly tease the
trigger. My problem isn’t that I’m ready
to die, it’s that in a way, I already have.
I saw death when it knocked at my door and told me Jasmine was
gone. I felt it when the fires caressed
my bare skin, and tickled me with painful scratches. For years, I have been the harbinger of Hell,
and that night, Hell came calling for me.
If you think that’s an easy scar to banish, then look at my face!”
Raizzor pulls the mask partially up over his face,
revealing horrid scars of burned flesh.
He returns it in place without revealing too much.
“I guess I have to let you have the good looks now. Not that it matters, because my wife doesn’t
even see me when she looks at me. That
is a horror I face every day and you have the gall to be angry with me for not
calling you? The very breath of your accusation offends me!”
Suddenly, Raizzor lashes out and his fingers grip the lens
of the camera, crinkling it so you can see the dark edges as he pulls it closer
to his face. Chamelion grins malevolently,
watching.
“All that has happened since your return to the BWF has
angered me, but telling ME to act responsible?
It downright pisses me off!
Everything I’ve done I’ve taken responsibility for! My mistakes, my successes, all of it. I did not back down when I made my stand
against you, I did not fear facing Eric Draven, and I poured my heart and soul
into every little thing I did. So now
it’s your turn; take responsibility for what you have done. No, both of you take responsibility. As my brother stated, this is about us all…
you want to focus on me, Sirus, then go ahead.
But Chamelion and I know that when we come to blows this Sunday, there
are four possibilities, not two, to the outcome, and that thought will never
leave my mind.”
“I have my angle in this, but are you so sure about
yours? Power will flow to us, because we
know how… and I find myself somewhat surprised that I would ever speak these
words to you, Sirus Moran; but come this Sunday, the Brothers Grimm are going
fall hard, fall fast and fall horribly; Hook! Line! & Sinker!!”
Raizzor then spits into the camera, conveying his rage, and
Chamelion winks and adds;
“GOT IT?”
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