We open inside the Sommers Gym, with
Chamelion and Gareth Evans working on the training ring set up in the center of
the larger part of the gym. Gareth holds
the turnbuckle and ropes while Chamelion finishes up with the wrench.
“There,
good as new.”
Dropping down, Gareth hands Chamelion the
padding and he ties it in place.
“This
ring has seen better days, Mark, we should consider getting a new one.”
Smirking, Chamelion finishes the pad and pats
it as he looks down towards Evans.
“Maybe,
but she’s been good to us. A lot of
history here, ya know.. the ring, the gym… unless it falls completely apart,
we’ll stick with it.”
“Sure,
just don’t be too surprised if it caves in on you one of these times.”
Shrugging, Chamelion turns and grabs his tool
box and steps out through the ropes.
“I’m not
worried about it. Just, um, schedule
light sessions for the classes for now, okay?”
Laughing, Gareth nods and walks off, and
Chamelion sets the box down on one of the benches, sitting himself next to
it. He grabs a towel, wipes his hands
and looks up.
“Ya
know, for not being an active competitor right now, I seem to be garnering A
LOT of attention from certain BWF wrestlers.
I swear, it’s almost like being in the middle of a feud… throwing
insults back and forth, building up tension and then going into battle to
relieve that stress and try to score a victory.”
Tossing the towel aside, Chamelion smirks.
“Except,
this time, the best I can do is a little verbal tennis.. since at the moment
everything is focused on others… and I’m more a spectator. Of course, I can never just spectate, I gotta
put in my two cents worth. Gonna be
closer to a dime by the time I’m done, though.”
Pushing to his feet, Chamelion makes a
bee-line for his office. He steps
inside, closing the door behind him.
“XTC,
Alex Wilkie and Legend… now whom do I start with? How about Alex… This guy seems very familiar
to me.. oh, not like I know him from before, more that his ‘character’ is very
similar to myself in some ways. The
difference being this kid is way to high on himself at such a ‘young age’. He’s barely made a mark here, and already
he’s pronouncing himself a legend killer… and the Jesus of Wrestling? What the
…..*ahem*”
Rolling his eyes, Chamelion falls into his
chair with a grunt, swings around to his mini-fridge and grabs an ice water.
“Kiddo,
you’ve had a lucky break so far, but really… don’t try to climb onto a pedestal
so high that when you fall you break your neck.
I mean, sure, call yourself what ever you want… just don’t get so
engrossed into yourself that you can’t handle it when someone does jam a needle
into that inflated ego, okay? Hell, you
even got Legend remarking at your choice of words….and I didn’t think the guy
could see anything past his own nose.”
Taking a long swallow of cold water, he wipes
his mouth and continues.
“As for
you, Legend… if it wasn’t bad enough we have Alex calling himself Jesus, you’re
going out there calling yourself GOD. I
didn’t think the BWF was a church, and I certainly don’t see you as anything
resembling a holy being. It’s a little
disconcerting seeing all these bulky, muscled bound, High-school educated guys
taking on the semblance of deities. I’ve
been in the business over six years straight, done a lot in my time… certainly
I’ve earned the right to be a Legend, a Legend-Killer even… but you don’t see
me sprouting such things every single day.”
Another drink as he pauses.
“Well,
okay, sometimes I boast that I’m a legend… since it’s a fact I am…. I’ve fought
for a long time, won a lot of matches, headlined dozens of PPVs, beat some of
the biggest names in the business… I’m no rookie, I’m not cutting my baby-teeth
here in the BWF like some… and it’s insulting to see little tykes like you guys
thinking these titles, like legend, can be taken so lightly.”
Scratching his chin, Chamelion slips forward
in his chair, sets the bottle of water on the desk and leans forward.
“But I
digress, sorry. Legend, I’ll call you
such in name only, since I don’t know what else to call ya, anyway… but I don’t
honor you as such! Now, as for what you
said in direct to response to my last little quip. I’d be happy to meet you in the ring on
Havok, we do have some things to talk about.”
“I’ve
seen many men come in here and boast about being the greatest we’ve ever seen…
one out of ten who do, stick around and one out of ten of those; prove
themselves….you captured world gold… I give you all the credit in the world for
that, okay? I just have to wonder… if
you’re such a Legend, if you’re.. (scoffs) such a God.. then why are their two
BWF Championships? Why does the Executioner have a world title too? Why is HE
on Havok every week, while you cool your heels on Reloaded??”
“Is this
the fault of the BWF? Or, is it perhaps
that everyone sees you as the lesser of the two? Eats away at you, doesn’t it? And it gets worse for you… you call
Wrestlefest… Legendfest… and yet, when I look at the card… are you in the final
match of the night, the real main event?
Nope… you’re the lead in act… you can’t even get top billing at
Wrestlefest… that too, belongs to Executioner.
Why? Because HE was our only UNDISPUTED champion.. he’s held that title
for so long people forgot who the last champion was…. He’s got an ego he’s
earned, but he still respects the business… he knows he has limits and he works
to over come them. So as long as people
like the Executioner are battling for that world championship.. you will always
be.. number two.”
Chamelion licks his lips, his
“And I
don’t think God was ever number two to ANYONE.”
Shaking his head, he chuckles to himself and
then composes and moves on.
“So,
until such time occurs that you can prove yourself truly worthy, you’ll just be
shooting blanks… you can really make some progress if you manage to over come
your two opponents at Wrestlefest… that’ll be a good step in the right
direction. I’m not going to be there to
try to screw you out of that title, unless of course, you keep egging me on as
you have… I’m not called the most Devious SOB in the business for just sitting
around and letting things happen. XTC
was right in what he’s said, I get things done… the way I want them done. Whether I’m competing, or in office! So, be very careful before you let your ego
get the best of you.. you really don’t want to have me across the ring from
you… not at this time.”
Taking a deep breath, he finishes off the
water before turning his focus onto his final topic.
“Ah,
XTC… so nice of you to remember me so fondly.
I like how you said the old Chamelion would just beat the hell of anyone
he needed too… then you toss in, almost under your breath how I needed
help. I never need help, kiddo… but I do
use my resources… everyone does. I seem
to remember doing quite a number on you in the ring without anyone else around…
on quite a few occasions… but the little pool incident, yeah, I had some help…
so what?”
A gleam in his eye, and Chamelion leans into
the frame.
“Hey,
XTC, wanna go swimming?”
Backing up, he holds up his hands.
“Just
kidding, kiddo. Anyway, I’m in office
here because it’s where I choose to be for the time being, and let’s be careful
of the age comment.. I don’t see You getting any younger… I’ll come back soon
enough, don’t you worry.”
“Bit of
trivia, folks.. how many times can XTC say the phrase, “This Week” in one
breath?? I swear, he’s the only guy who
can ramble on more then I can… not much on the sentence structure, are ya
buddy? Slow down sometimes, sheesh. Last week, you didn’t get the job done… and
bringing in that sledge hammer? Well, I
can’t fault you much on that… though I could have been a real ass and over
turned your win had you used it… I mean, I am the commissioner here.. and I am
just that damned mean.”
“Oh, and
for the record, I’m the one that loves the spotlight the most… Legend’s just
stealing a little of my gimmick when he goes and does things like that.”
Standing, Chamelion tosses his water bottle
into the trash can and straightens out his shirt.
“I think
that about covers it for now. We got
twenty days until Wrestlefest Three, and a whole lot of fun yet to be had. Legend, I’ll see you in the ring Monday. Alex, watch yourself before someone knocks
you off your self-made throne, and XTC… keep it up, Kiddo… you’re gonna be a
blast to watch… and as for me? Well,
*heh* guess you’re just all going to have to wait and see…. GOT IT?”
With a wink, Chamelion walks back out of the
office and we fade to black.