For the last couple of weeks, silence has preceded Chamelion.  Even with winning the BWF Tag-Team titles with his partner, Wacko Marko, Chamelion has chosen to remain in the shadows, opting instead to refresh himself.  However, this week pits his partner against one half of the former Tag Champions, Blade.. and Chamelion is well aware of the potential of Wacko taking for granted, the power of the opposition.  While he trusts his partner, Chamelion is not fool enough to sit back and watch their position as a dominate force in the BWF, get trashed in it’s infancy.

 

But there are other issues that must be addressed, as well.  A new competitor in the BWF, Wicked Clown, has made some rather tense and serious comments, both about his skill and that everyone in the BWF locker room… has no chance against him.  If it’s one thing that Chamelion is well known for, it’s his need to step up to the plate and take wrestlers like that, down a notch or two.

 

So as the scene opens, we find Chamelion sitting in the middle of the empty room.. the single spot light focused on him as he sits on his bar stool, with one half of the BWF Tag Team Titles on his shoulder.  It’s time for another State of the Chamelion address….so pull up a chair, close your mouth and open your ears…cause you sure as hell, don’t want to miss this!

 

“Welcome BWF fans… The Chamelion returns to you, a champion in the BWF…(Pats belt)…and not a moment too soon.  While it may only be natural to see gold on the Most Devious SOB in the business today, I offer due credit to my partner, Wacko Marko… who stepped up and did his share to rip these belts from Punk & Blade at Gauntlet Run.”

 

Chamelion smirks for a moment, then it slides from his face like water.

 

“But tomorrow, Wacko has to face Blade.. one on one… and while it may not be me inside the ring, this match means just as much to me, as if I were.  I blindly offered Wacko to team with me, without a lot of knowledge as to the extent of his efforts in the BWF.  Partner, listen closely… don’t screw this one up, okay?  We have along way to go as champions… and it better be a 50-50 effort!”

 

Sighing, Chamelion pulls the title down off his shoulder and stares at it for a moment.  He lays it on his lap and continues.

 

“Now, Punk & Blade.. both of you listen to me…. I’ll have no problem staying outside the ring and in my corner… as long as you keep it clean!  If you don’t, if you try to double up on Wacko… well, let’s just say.. the price isn’t worth paying!  I can be a very scary SOB, when I want to be.  You said you wanted out, you got it… now you’re going to be aiming for larger things, and I applaud that… but I’m sorry to tell you that Wacko Marko isn’t a step on your ladder to the top… and not an advantage you can take… easily.”

 

Cracking his neck, Chamelion’s grin returns.

 

“Now, however, I’d like to turn your attention to another matter all together.  The debut of Wicked Clown… a man who has come to the BWF to make a name for himself at the expense of everyone else.  Wicky, you’ve said strong words, and made serious proclamations about what you’re going to do the BWF locker room.  Well, kiddo, you want to pave the drive, you gotta chop down the trees first… and to you, Wicky, I’m the Redwood of the bunch!  Wanna prove you got something?  I would have suggested you start at the bottom, like everyone else… but I’ve got a pretty good record going for me, suggesting to most I’m not just another fish in the school.”

 

Leaning Forward, Chamelion glares into the camera.

 

“The problem with you, Wicky… is your world is like a large balloon…. And I’m the needle that’s gonna burst your confidence… but you gotta promise Me something if we do this little dance…. When it’s all said and done… and you watch my hand get raised in victory… you don’t quit!  All too often, those who lose their first match.. tend to stomp away, with their tail between their legs… and the BWF needs athletes to keep the roster up and running…. So, I’m here, waiting and willing to fight… but if you feel you wanna start with someone a little easier… believe me, I’ll understand.”

 

With that last comment, he let’s a smile slip across his face for a fleeting moment. But the next thought in his head brings back the dark glare.

 

“Ah yes, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Brimstone.  How could I, when you were so brazen in suggesting that I was hiding from you, when I had Wacko fight you in my place.  I guess you couldn’t see the bigger picture.. it wasn’t that I didn’t want to fight, more so, I needed to know if Wacko was going to be in the game, or not.  If you’d put him to waste, then I’d know better.  So, why did I do what I did?  Bottom line, Wacko opened his mouth… as weird as it may sound… when he finally broke his silence, I saw the potential, and knew he needed his chance at Gauntlet Run.”

 

A smirk, and Chamelion’s demeanor changes.

 

“But the future of Wacko Marko & Chamelion remains shrouded in question and mystery.  Here it is Monday, the day before a special Havok.. and I’ve not seen hide, nor hair of Wacko all week… too busy playing with hamsters, I think.  But I digress!  Brimstone, as you said, on that night I was one step ahead of you… so take notice; I always will be one step ahead… not just in the ring, but outside of it as well.  Whatever you wanna call me, is fine… my wife might have have something to say concerning your queer comment, but honestly I could care less.   I have no fear of you, whether it’s eye liner, painted nails or bad breath… you’ll get your chance, someday… I promise.”

 

“Here’s a warning though, kiddo… do not turn your back on me… and always… ALWAYS keep one eye open, searching for me.. cause if you don’t… if you let just one side of you be blind… that’s where I’ll come from… and crack that black haired skull of yours in two…. Just for kicks!”

 

Easing back a bit, Chamelion tosses the belt back over his shoulder.

 

“With that being said, I just want the superstars in the back to know that things are gonna get wild here in the BWF really soon, if not already… and you can bet your bottom dollar, that the Most Devious SOB in the business, is going to be in the middle of all of it.. GOT IT?”

 

Tipping his head in a slight nod, Chamelion slides off the stool and exits the frame.

 

END