We fade in rather quickly to find Chamelion
and his brother, Raizzor, arriving at the Pepsi Coliseum in
“What’s
the word on Murphy?”
Poking his head over the roof of the car,
Chamelion blinks a couple of times.
“He’ll
be here. I guess he decided to cool off
at the bar last night. He had to catch a
later flight.”
Nodding, Raizzor proceeds to head towards the
arena, and Chamelion quickly catches up.
“Ya
know, bro, last week when we didn’t hear much out of Sycho Mike and Mark Kinxx,
I got the impression they were just a bunch of.. well, as seems to be the word
most used around here lately… fuck ups.”
Raizzor nods once, keeping the pace.
“However,
since they’ve definitely stepped up these last twelve hours, I’ve come to a
whole different conclusion about them.”
Turning his masked face slightly to eye his
brother, Raizzor queries;
“And
what, exactly, is that?”
Chamelion displays his
“They’re
MAJOR fuck ups! I don’t know where they
came from, but I really wish they’d go crawling back. It’s bad enough that we’ve not had the best
of competition here in the BWF.. aside from the Grimms, of course… but now we
have to deal with two street punk kids with an extremely limited and filthy
vocabulary, but a girl who is so in love with herself, it’s no wonder she’s so
limber!”
Raizzor tilts his head towards Chamelion out
of curiosity.
“Let’s
just say: If Desire could have done one of those M-azing M&M candy bar
commercials, like the little girl did?
It wouldn’t be on TV, it’ll be on Skinimax!”
Sighing, Raizzor reaches the door to the
arena, but before he opens it, he turns back to his brother.
“Let’s
finish this now, before we go inside and get cornered by McMichael.”
“Agreed,
bro. Ok, where do I start? Desire, KIDDO!! Heheh, why do you seem SO
intent that every one of us has to speak up for this to make a difference? Murphy has, Raizzor has said his peace… but
I’m the one who carries the majority of the smack talk. Why?
Well, does it really matter why?”
“No, it
doesn’t. Let’s try to focus on what
really counts in all of this. You say
that ALL I have to show for in six months in the BWF Tag titles? That’s true, it’s my only gold here, but I’m
not in a hurry like some. I’m building history, one match at a time. The fact that I’ve HELD the Gold over 100 days,
means something to me! I’ve pinned Bam
when he was the International champion, but the BWF decided not to grant me a
title match simply because I already had gold.
I’ve defeated Ice Hensley, Adriana, and quite a few ‘big names’ here in
the BWF in these last six months!”
“Kiddo,
listen, it’s not how fast you reach climax, but how good it feels getting
there. *grins* and since you always seem
to be in such a big hurry, it’s no wonder you’re so damned frustrated. Coupled with the fact.. hehe, I said coupled…
*shakes head*.. that you keep repeating the same lines over and over again…
suggests to me you have nothing to work with here. It’s okay to say; Hey, I’m gonna kick your
ass! But you have to be able to show
some skill beyond those few words.”
“I’ve
said it before, but any person who relies on excessive vulgarity shows me they
don’t have a lot upstairs to work with.
So you’re a former champion.. emphasis on the word ‘former’… so
what? You left, you came back, and
already you think you deserve to be the top bitch here. Well, newsflash for ya, KIDDO… right now
you’re good for only one thing….”
“No,
strike that, you really are good for nothing.
I honestly am having trouble believing your title history here in the
BWF. Were you always this crass, this
incredibly foul mouthed? Now, don’t get
me wrong, I know how to swear, but I can tear you a new asshole with psycho
babble before you can blink either of those pretty eyes of yours. I guess what it comes down to is which of our
egos is going to walk out tomorrow unscathed.
But I have to tell you this, when it’s over, when we’ve won? I am SO going to enjoy rubbing it in your
face. And really, I’m not usually like
that!”
“Then
there’s your buddy, Sycho Mike. Piece of
advice, don’t let him on air until he knows what the hell he’s talking
about. If I heard him right, a pennies
worth more then he is, and he agrees that $49 and spare change is too much to
pay for him. It was almost as if I was
listening to my insults against him, replayed back by his own mouth. See what drugs will do to you? Funny thing, Sycho or Kinxx wouldn’t even get
a part in those “This is your brains on drugs’ commercials.. since they don’t
seem to have any left to share.”
Stepping aside, Chamelion smirks as Raizzor
takes over, his dark visage leering into the camera, full frame.
“It is
almost a waste to reveal to the three of you what will happen to your souls
when this is over. Our words seem to
fall on death ears and open mouths. Be
careful, before flies begin to buzz around you, for it will be a sign of the
hell soon to be unleashed. My Brother
and I are men of respect… we give it when it is earned.”
“This
time, however, that can not be. Blood
will be spilt, bodies will be broken, and three souls will be ripped from their
rotting carcasses to become permanent additions to my collection. What could have been a wrestling match
between us, now becomes a sacrificial ceremony, and I hold the scathe that will
slice your flesh apart, and tear asunder the foundation of your future. I suggest, very strongly, that you pray to
whatever God it is you worship, for soon there shall be no rest for you, when
the darkness comes to claim your souls!”
Folding his arms, Chamelion smiles warmly.
“Happy
now? Got to hear from the big man! You
should feel special! Kids, kiddies,
kiddos… Die-sire, Knickers and Sicko.. whatever you’re called, in a few short
hours, every bit of faith you’ve held close to your hearts, is going to be
smothered in the fires of our own personal hell… and I swear to you, in no
uncertain terms, you WILL fall; Hook, Line… & Sinker! GOT IT!?!!!?”
Spinning on his heels, Chamelion leads
Raizzor into the arena.
-=STATIC=-