Happenstance is over.  Business is back to it’s usual self and the Krymson Dragons have returned to their usual domain; the Sommers Gym. It’s a little more crowded now, since the Brothers Grimm and family are using the place for workouts and ring training.  Not only that, but having to set up a TV, Electric chair and side table for ‘Al’ does take up a little more space then one would expect.  So, it’s yet another day, and we find Chamelion sitting on the desk in the office, as he clicks pause on the new DVR system, smirking and shaking his head in wonder.  Turning his head towards the open doorway, he spies Raizzor doing some curls and he gives a shout.

 

“Hey, Bro!  Come here!”

 

Lifting his masked face towards the yell, Raizzor’s eyes narrow and he scowls.  Dropping the weight, he stands and cracks his knuckles.  Striding to the office, he stands in the doorway, his massive bulk framing the open space.

 

“Why the excitement, little brother?”

 

Pointing to the TV, he clicks the remote to rewind the video back a bit and then hits pause again.

 

“Check it out, our opponents for Monday!”

 

Raizzor eyes the TV with disinterest.

 

“So?”

 

With a humorous sigh, Chamelion grins.

 

“You’ve not heard who they are?  Come on!”

 

“No, enlighten me.”

 

Nodding, Chamelion sets the remote down and leans back, hands behind him in support.

 

“That’s Mark and Mike!”

 

A pause, before Raizzor bites.

 

“Oh, really?  Interesting.”

 

With a sharp laugh, Chamelion shakes his head.

 

“Who’d have thought it, huh?  Oh, and not only that; one of them likes the dark, and the other doesn’t give a shit about anything.  Or, I guess that’s what Juggalo is supposed to mean.”

 

“Juggalo?”

 

“I did some research, brother, as I always do.  Mark seems big on the concept, as he was sprouting it off over and over again in his promos back last year.  Did some digging and found out it means something like; like what ya want and don’t sweat what other people think.  *pause*  Actually, I like that concept.”

 

Folding his arms, Raizzor mocks.

 

“You live by it.”

 

With a knowing grin, Chamelion nods.

 

“Anyway, it’s almost like fighting our mirror images….check it out;”

 

He holds up his hand, palm his way and fingers stretched out..

 

“They’re Mark and Mike, we’re Mark and Mike.”

 

He curls his thumb down.

 

“One loves the darkness.”

 

He curls his pointer finger down.

 

“One doesn’t care about other’s thoughts.”

 

Down goes the pinky.

 

“And when we’re done with them, Monday, this is all I’ll have to say about them.”

 

And there’s the index finger, which leaves.

 

“Brother, you can be so vulgar.”

 

“Me? Not nearly as bad as Mark, I mean the other Mark, is.  What ever promise I dug up, every other word seemed to be a swear word.  It’s a weak mind who can’t cut down his opponent without resulting to consistent vulgarity.  Sure, it’s one thing to emphasize your meaning, or to be really angry and cuss a bit.  But the man, sheesh… put the kids to bed, people, the man’s out and loose!”

 

“Is there a point to all of this?”

 

Rolling his eyes, Chamelion slides off the desk.

 

“Bro, Bro, Bro… these two are going to face us for OUR Tag-Team Titles Monday!  They are pretenders to our throne!  Doppelgangers!  Mere shadows of what we are!  Yet, without a qualifying match, they’re offered a chance to capture gold in their first return match.  Don’t you get it?  We’re targets!”

 

“Admittedly, it smells of conspiracy.”

 

“Exactly.  Listen, I know I said that facing the Brothers Grimm would be our biggest challenge ever, but somehow I think I was wrong.  We have to be at our best… NO! Beyond our best for Monday, to cut off the threat these two possess.  So, that means pulling out old matches, going over statistics and learning how they act in the ring.  24/7 until Monday Brother, we have to be vigilant, determined and above all else: Perfect.”

 

With a slight grin, Raizzor leans sideways into the doorframe.

 

“You really don’t ask for much, do you?”

 

With a quirk of his lips, Chamelion allows a shrug.

 

“I like being a tag champion.  More so, I like my undefeated streak.  Never had one before, it’s a nice feeling.  As much as someday I want to be fighting for the Undisputed Title, it really doesn’t matter to me, so much as it is keeping this reign going as long as humanly possible.  When it’s naturally time to move on, I’ll be ready.  But it’s not now, and not against these two posers!  The Grimms would have been one thing, facing a combined team like Ice Hensley and Bam would be another.  But this Mark J and Sycho Mike duo?  Never, no way, uh uh!”

 

“I understand.  We will be ready for them, come Monday, I promise you.”

 

“Good, good.  Go back and train, I’m going to dig some more stuff up on these two.  I noticed some interesting things and I want to clarify them, before I dish it out against them.”

 

“Very well.  McMichael wants to interview us soon, anyway.  Get everything prepared, and call me when you’re ready.”

 

Chamelion nods once as Raizzor turns and goes back to the gym.  Scratching his chin, Chamelion grins his Cheshire smile and looks our way.

 

“Welcome back, you two.  I know you’ve been watching, but perhaps a quick formal introduction is in order.  By now you know we share the same first names, and it’s a bit funny, and ironic. I’m Mark, my brother is Michael.  We’re the BWF Tag-Team Champions, and for damned good reason.  The BWF seems to think you deserve a shot at our gold, and that’s fine.  I have no problem taking on newbies, oldies or decrepit fools such as yourselves.  Just get one thing clear; you’re in for the toughest fight of your combined lives, and when Monday’s over, and you stare dejectedly at the lights above you, the 1-2-3 ringing in your ears, remember this; I told you so!”

 

Walking to the door of the office, he grasps the handle and looks over his shoulder.

 

“GOT IT?”

 

And with that, Chamelion walks out and slams the door.

 

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