We fade into the usual fair of the Sommers Gym, where the Krymson Dragons and Tim Murphy are taking a break from another intense work out.  Now, Chamelion and Raizzor probably wouldn’t have spent as much time this week in this program, but by Murphy’s insistence, they have.  Something about Desire being a top notch competitor, I guess.

 

Leaning against the locker, Chamelion takes a swig of water from his canteen, and replaces the cap. He looks our way

 

“So, here we are, working our asses off, all because Murphy swears we’re up against one hot bitch in this upcoming match!  Funny thing is, after watching you dish out your threats, Desire, I’m severely lacking in the ‘Impressed’ Department.”

 

“For one, you can’t say you don’t make excuses in the same breath where you, ya know; make an excuse!  Things at home getting in the way is an excuse, kiddo, no matter how you look at it.  Then there’s this ‘I’m nothing’ comment? I’ve been here six months, beating every single opponent that comes my way, and I’m nothing?  I guess if you’re a former world champion, on a break, and make excuses for a poor showing you get to be something?  Give me a break!”

 

“As for why I’m not at the World Championship level is obvious, and if you had half the brain in that airhead of yours, you’d know why.  Raizzor and I are the BWF Tag-Team Champions… and even if some feel it’s a lesser title to hold.. you forget the fact that for the  last five months I’ve held it through all challengers.  This includes your two bed buddies your bringing to the ring next week.  There’s also the fact that the last two Undisputed Champions have fallen to me, which says to me your sprouting off insults without doing your research!”

 

“We could talk about championships all you want, but why don’t you go look it up yourself, if you’re not too lazy!”

 

“But that’s okay, try to lift your ego above reality if it makes you feel any better, but you’re back in the game now, and the name calling isn’t going to change the fact that the Most Devious SOB in the business today is going to toss your silicone’ enhanced body from post to post.  If that’s not enough, there’s my two partners… and while Raizzor may just a shy timid beating up women, as far as I know; Murphy has no such problem!”

 

Stopping a moment, Chamelion reflects on Desire’s words and he lets out a short laugh.

 

“Girl, girl, girl… for the love of whatever God you may pray too, would you PLEASE take a breath once in a while!  You run on like you’re about to be interrupted by someone.  I don’t compare to you?  On what grounds do you suggest this?  As for raining hell?  I’ll leave that to my brother.  Shit beaten out of us?  Didn’t we do that to your boys last week?  I really haven’t had a chance to check, but are you bleach blonde by chance??”

 

“Then, as I listen, you go back to making MORE excuses.  Distracted?  Fine, you have been distracted.  But don’t come here, open your mouth about how great you are, if you’re going to be prepping excuses from the start.  I don’t make excuses, I win, I lose based on how good I am that day.  If I’m not up to par, I’m not.  If someone better beats me, they do.  That’s it, that’s how it plays out.  But girl, I’m 16-0 for a damned good reason.  I’m the most focused SOB you’re ever going to come across in this business.  I don’t fuck around, I get the job done!”

 

“Oh, and it’s a deal.  If Tim Murphy doesn’t get a chance to pin you, then we’ll expect you to eat those slimy worms, okay? “

 

“The unstoppable bitch is back?  Wasn’t that an ALIENS quote or something? I don’t know.  But time’s up, kiddo… and tomorrow, no matter how close to your hometown we are, when the bells sounds and the world comes crashing back into focus around you, I promise this; you’ll be in orbit!”

 

About then, Raizzor walks up and taps Chamelion on the shoulder.

 

“Brother…”

 

Chamelion blinks and turns to Raizzor.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“We’re not done.  It seems there was another promo aired while you were on your tangent.”

 

Grumbling under his breath about weekend warriors and eleventh hour airings, he stomps away from the locker and joins Murphy and Raizzor in the office.  On screen, the picture is paused and Chamelion absently waves for it to be started.  They watch, and Chamelion stares silently as Mark makes his claims.  When it’s over, Chamelion blinks.

 

“Um, what did he say?”

 

Murphy and Raizzor don’t respond,  apparently they’re trying to make heads and tails out of it as well.

 

“He did speak English, right?”

 

Raizzor shrugs, finding his voice.

 

“I believe that’s what they call it.  Just goes to show what drugs will do to you.”

 

Sighing, Chamelion goes and sits on top of the desk.

 

“Ok, I just ripped Desire apart, figuring that’s all we needed to do.  Now it appears the other two are teasing the deadline this federation enforces, just to try to undercut us.  That’s okay, really.  We were training late, we caught it, we’re going to pull this off!”

 

Murphy intercedes.

 

“If they figure we were just going to get lax just because they were being quiet then they are even bigger idiots than I thought.  I'm not in this thing for the win so much as I am in Destroying Sex And Violence.  These road bumps are just here to keep us limber for the real talent.  Desire may be a wild cat in the ring but I've had to deal with her kind before.  Don't let them get to ya Bro, they are going to be stains on the road, to us!”

 

Nodding and cracking his knuckles, Chamelion once again, graces us with his attention.

 

“First off, Kinxx, I’m going to try to ignore the excessive vulgarity that permeates your promo… and once I do, there’s not going to be a whole lot left to respond too.  One, I really hate drug users, but in this case, I’m going to let it slide.  Simply put, all that weed is going to throw you off your game, just like last week.  So any advantage we can score, we’re going too.”

 

“Second, what’s the deal about money?  I don’t recall spending a lot of time discussing us having a lot of cash to throw around.  Granted, it’s true Raizzor and I are financially well off, but for the most part; we’re not flaunting it!”

 

He pauses, and the three slowly look around the office of the Sommers Gym.  Chamelion smirks an embarrassed smile and continues, undaunted.

 

“Yeah, anyway; where was I?  Part of my talent is the ability to dissect my opponent’s words and twist them around.  But you didn’t say jack-shit!  Yeah, I can be a bit vulgar as well, but it’s well placed and is done to emphasize my meaning.  You, on the other hand, have no meaning.  There’s nothing to you, not a damned lick of talent.  You say you’re good in the ring, but personally, I think all you’re good at is making others look great.  That happened last week, and it’s going to happen again this week.  I do hope Sycho Mike has more to say, and with a bit more clarity, because as far as I’m concerned, your about as important as the cockroach living inside the trap under my fridge!”

 

The heat in his cheeks very evident, Chamelion glares at the camera, but Raizzor breaks in.

 

“Desire, you requested this rematch.  Kinxx, you swear revenge and vengeance.  Pick one.  I realize the three of you are burning up inside, believing this will be your night, but you’re failing to see the truth as it stands before you.  While you may have returned with the belief you are going to elevate yourself to the top very quickly, the BWF has seen fit to lay your carcasses in our path, solely to be chewed and spit out like so much fat from a steak.”

 

“Compared to what we’ve come across before, there is little texture to your words, and while you are full of ego, you currently have nothing to back it up.  Talk all the game you think you can, but remember these words very well… Power flows to the ones who know how; desire alone…”

 

Chamelion bursts out laughing, cutting Raizzor off.  Annoyed, Raizzor looks down at his brother and scowls.

 

“What??”

 

“You said Desire alone!  It’s just so Ironic!”

 

With a hard sigh, Raizzor spits out.

 

“If you’d let me finish, it would have been even more ironic then that!”

 

“Ok, ok!  Sheesh, go on, go on!”

 

With a roll of his eyes, Raizzor turns back to the camera.

 

“As I was saying; Power flows to the ones who know how, desire alone; is NOT enough!”

 

Clapping his hands together, Chamelion nods vigorously.

 

“Truer words have never been spoken, especially now.  Desire, Mark and Mike, the three of you together, don’t have the… hehe.. desire to win this encounter… and believe me, when I tell you this; we have your number.. Hook, Line .. & Sinker!! GOT IT!!?”

 

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