Fate.
The Individual destiny or fortune of a
person.
Every man has a destiny. Whether that destiny is to bath in glory, or
burn in the flame of defeat, is the mystery, the question at hand. Take into consideration the destiny of Chamelion. He has seen great victory, and has felt the
bile of terrible defeat. He has gained,
and he has lost.
He has suffered terrible pain; delivered by
great and terrible foes. Devices of all
kinds; glass, chairs, C-4 explosives… all have damaged his body, one time or another.
And he has been the harbinger of his own kind
of destruction; Breaking men in two, electrocuting them, ending careers and
otherwise subjecting victims to his devious and cruel tactics.
Chamelion has bathed in hell, and in heaven…
he has seen the darkest days, and held close his eyes from the brightest
light. Where his destiny will ultimately
lead him, is still very much in question.
At this moment, however, his immediate path
is laid out clearly before him. Once
more standing on the field of battle, Chamelion’s first challenge, on his quest
for the World Heavyweight Championship… is a man named Rose.
Rose; a deceptive title; as it commonly
refereed to as a beautiful flower; feminem in
stature, and would lead any normal soul to lower their defenses, to take in,
wrap their protective arms around, and hold close.
Chamelion, however, is privy to the keen
talents of deception. Any man who comes
to fight inside the squared circle is not a timid being, but a cunning warrior…
and he knows, very much, that Rose is no exception to this rule.
Fresh off Wrestlefest III, arriving home, he is quick to learn of this
challenge, that his first week back will not be an easy one. He was ready for this, knowing that the BWF would
be quick to test his capabilities; to see, first hand; if he truly was ready to
return to the squared circle.
Taking just enough time to bathe, and grab a
quick snack, Chamelion sat down at his computer and dug up all the information
he could on Rose. This was his one
mistake since becoming in-active in the BWF; he had not taken as much time to
study up on the active roster as he’d once done. No matter, one challenge at a time.
He would have preferred Legend, of course; he
knew Legend.. knew his rage, his ego, his self elevation to that of a deity.
All in good time, as they say… soon, quite soon, he will have his chance. For now, Rose is his target.
However, Chamelion is keen to notice that the
BWF, once again, goes out of their way to try new things. Apparently, to the BWF, a standard one on one
is the ultimate gimmick match; and they try so hard to avoid this gimmick as
much as possible. He smirks, but also
questions the reasoning behind an “Artistic License Match”.
Not really different from a first blood
match, in all honesty. But why?
Chamelion has no beef with Rose; he is merely an opponent Chamelion must defeat
in order to lay claim to a World Title shot.
Non the less, he digs into research on Rose, and that’s when he looks up
over the edge of the monitor, towards us.
“Finally,
Wrestlefest has come and gone. I had a
great time, I can tell you that. Legend
has tasted defeat, and I’m sure it’s not a very pleasant feeling. Me, on the other hand, loved every moment of
it!”
He flashes his
“But, no
rest for the wicked, right? I’m back,
and my first week, I get booked against Rose.
Sad to say I didn’t pay a lot of attention to him these last few months,
but I hope he isn’t too offended. I get
tunnel vision when I’m chasing someone, like Legend… and while I have enough
sense to watch out for potential ambushes, I don’t tend to go looking into
other people’s affairs. I did, however,
watch his match at Wrestlefest, and he did pretty good. I won’t make ANY quips about losing to a
woman, especially one like Alexis.”
Tapping a few keys to bring of Rose’s roster
page, Chamelion keeps going.
“Anyway,
we’re to fight an “Artistic License Match”, not that I’m sure as to why we
are. Maybe the BWF offices are short on
wall art? Maybe they just like a good
old fashioned blood-letting, I don’t know.
I can never exactly understand the thinking of the BWF booking
committee.”
A soft chuckle, as he scans Rose’s
information.
“Sorry,
I’m getting off track. Let’s see here; Rose is a cruiserweight?? Sheesh, maybe
I’m not the one the BWF is out to punish?
Don’t get me wrong here, I know that even a cruiserweight can pull off a
stunning victory, but didn’t someone out there remember who I am??”
Sound of tapping keys again.
“Hmm,
daredevil attitude, not afraid to take any risk necessary, and passionate for
the sport of wrestling. Couple of world
titles, inter-continental and….”
He blinks, and looks up.
“Rose,
you’re gonna have to tell me what the hell’s a Sectional Championship! Is that
like champion of the couch or something???
I’ve seen some weird titles, like Grizzly Beer Titles, but does this
mean your champion for being a couch-potato or some shit like that? Really, educate me.”
Standing, Chamelion stretches and grabs his
water bottle. He takes a couple sips, caps it and smirks.
“Aside
from my innate curiosity about that, I think I get the idea of what you’re
like. You’re tough at heart, kiddo, and
when you go out there, you certainly mean to give your best. You’re not afraid to get hurt, if it means
coming out on top. I respect that. But let’s be clear about something; you are
standing in my way here. I’m on this
journey, you see; to capture the World Heavyweight Championship. This means I wont be playing ANY games, I won’t
be taking any stupid chances, and even though I have no reason to despise you;
I will make you bleed.”
He stops, scratches his chin, and nods.
“Granted,
it may be in my best interest to see what you’re made of, in front of a
camera. I wouldn’t want to go into this,
without every piece of information at hand.”
Turning, Chamelion walks over to his TV,
switches it and his DVR on, and quickly brings up the Wrestlefest promo
block. He scans for a few until he
find’s Rose’s one promo for his Monster Ball match. We wait patiently for him to finish, which
doesn’t take long, and then he turns to us, a slight embarrassing smile on his
face.
“Okay;
note to self; check out all information before you develop what you think is an
original promotion video. Rose, seems
you and I both understand destiny. We
both breath, and eat it. The difference?
I love what I do, I go out there because it is not only in my blood, it’s in my
heart and my soul. I tried being a business man, but sitting behind a desk 10
hours a day, just wasn’t in my future.
It’s because of this love, that I do what I do for the fans as well; I
give them 200% and never back down from anyone, anything for any reason.”
Shaking his head, sadly, Chamelion directs
his attention to another bit of Rose’s words.
“Do you
know the word hypocritical? I do, I myself have actually demonstrated it a few
times. It means to pretend to have
beliefs or feelings in one way, only to act out in a totally opposite
manner. You were enraged by the fan’s
profanity, yet you call people ‘Penis’.
You want one thing for yourself, but dish it out differently to
others. You attack a fan, who is the
reason we are here; and you expect respect?”
Shrugging, Chamelion continues.
“Truthfully,
it’s not my area to bitch about. One
piece of advice I will give you; and you should do well to heed it. Understand what you’re up against, and don’t
go making stupid comments, based on your own narrow minded view. I have nothing to hide.. there is rich
history to dig up concerning my career.
Study me, get to know me… try to figure out my weaknesses. It’s the only chance you’re really going to
have, come Monday, and it’s a small chance, at best.”
Picking up his water bottle and uncapping it,
Chamelion smiles.
“I’ll
see you soon, Kiddo… and I promise you this; we’ll both learn exactly where are
Destinies, are meant to take us. GOT
IT?”
Taking a long drink, Chamelion turns and
walks out of the room.
Fade.