Darkness greets us as we fade into what we can only guess is a room…. Could be outdoors, but there are no stars, no moon… We here rustling then, and a slight giggle… from a familiar voice.  Then, from the darkness comes a sound… mechanical, yet musical as well….it’s slow, almost eerie.

 

Dum da dum, da da da da da dum…..

 

As suddenly as it began, it stops… and someone clears their throat, and we turn in that direction to catch our first glimpse of light, the source; a single light bulb,  illuminating the facial features of The Chamelion.  He has something in his hands, but it’s just out of the reach of the light… He smiles at us, but there is no warmth in that smile.

 

“The choice has been made.  Wicked Clown, eager to prove himself here in the BWF, didn’t listen to my warning… and didn’t even so much as acknowledge my request that he promise not to run crying when it’s all over.  Confidence?  Stupidity?  Could be both, really….”

 

His eyes flicker down to the object in his hands, and he does something and the sound continues…

 

Da dum da dum da tha dum….

 

He stops…. Eyes back up to greet us.

 

“Since this is what you want, Wicky, then so be it.  But, while you are so quick to admonish the entire BWF roster… and claim superiority over each and everyone one of us.. it would do you a bit of good to develop a touch of humility and do it quickly.  Only a fool would come into the BWF and make such claims, and with nothing to back those claims up.  You really believe you’re better then me, or anyone else back there??  Heheh.”

 

The sound begins again..

 

Da dum da dum da da da da dum….

 

And again it stops, and Chamelion snickers again.

 

“I have this habit… annoying actually, of tearing apart those with egos as large as yours…. You have to understand though, it’s nothing personal… just business… you’re attitude has you believing you’re far better then anyone else!  You want to be that way, then you earn it… now, as for me?  I know I’m damned good… perhaps even one of the best in the industry.  But not because I say so, because my list of titles, accomplishments and over all history says so.  But it doesn’t make me infallible.  I can be bested, sure… but so far, here in the BWF… that hasn’t happened, and with every ounce of strength and skill in my body, I don’t plan to let it happen any time soon, if ever!”

 

He pauses, looks back down, but doesn’t do anything.  Eyes back up, he smiles.

 

“So, we’ll dance on Monday…. You’ll show me what your capable of, and I’ll one up you at each and every turn.  This is my house, and you’ve come into it, insulting me and everyone else.. and that’s just something you do not do…. So like a fungus, you’ve popped up….”

 

His shoulders move and the final bit of the mechanical song finishes…. As we back  up and more light fills the room…

 

DUM DUM TADA DUM!

 

A toy head of a clown pops up from a Jack In The Box, bobbing up and down in Chamelion’s hands.  He smirks, giving us a moment to focus on the situation, to understand it fully, and he resumes.

 

“…Given us a bit of a surprise… a jolt, if you will… but with just a little push….”

 

Chamelion takes his hand and pushes the clown back down into the box, shutting the lid.

 

“…I will tuck you back into your little box… lock the top… and put you right back where you belong!  Why?  Because I’m the most Devious SOB in the business today… and you can’t touch me!  GOT IT???”

 

Chamelion smiles his Cheshire like grin, as he turns and stores the Jack in the Box back on the shelf next to him, as he finally see he’s in the storage area of a Toy Store… and with a tiny nod, turns and walks out… as we zoom in on the Jack in the box.. before fading to black.

 

End