“That’s your Final Warning???”

 

With those words spoken, we fade in to find Chamelion sitting on the corner turnbuckle of the ring housed inside the Sommers Private Gym.  Attired in his wrestling gear, and sweat beading down his face, we can only assume that he’s just finished an intense work out.  We also notice, outside the ring, collecting his gear is Wacko Marko.. who happily waves to Chamelion before trotting off to the showers in the back.  Ignoring him for the most part, save a nod, Chamelion directs his attention back to us.

 

“I’ve a mind to call Animal Protection Services on you, Wicky… for mistreatment of animals… and perhaps the fashion police for more obvious reasons.”

 

He smirks, lifting a dark green towel that had been resting on his lap and wiping his face dry.  He peeks over the ridge of the towel.

 

“Anyway, back to my opening words.. if this is your Final Warning, Wicky, then I guess I don’t have to expect much more out of you until our encounter at Havok.  Probably a good thing, since there wasn’t much substance to begin with… however…”

 

He pauses a moment, catching a bead of sweat tickling his eye brow.

 

“It’s good to note you’re going to stick it out here… even after I trash you on Monday.  Ego I have, and for good reason.. .where as I have a history full of experience and success… you don’t.  I checked out your profile when it was added to the BWF Website… one previous federation, no titles to your name… frankly, you don’t have a leg to stand on with your claims, let alone any credibility.  Coming into the BWF with your challenge is merely a gimmick you’re trying to pass off… and around here, kiddo.. it ain’t going to fly!”

 

Slinging the towel over his shoulder, Chamelion hops down from the turnbuckle and traces his fingers over the top rope as he begins to circle the ring.  At that, he chuckles.

 

“Square in shape, yet they call it ‘circling the ring’… weird, eh?”

 

Shaking his head, he refocuses on the situation.

 

“Sorry, anyway…trust me that I know what I’m doing here… I have always been good at picking my opponents smartly… and you are no exception to that rule.  I have two goals to accomplish at Havok; the first is to put you in your place…take a bit of the venom out of your sting before you get too full of yourself, and two; continue to show the BWF why the Chamelion is the most Devious SOB in the business today… and that whatever sight I set my eyes upon, they know it will soon be mine!”

 

He reaches the turnbuckle opposite where he began, and stops. 

 

“You can choose to be a hawk if you like… I’ll merely pluck your feathers and serve you up rotisserie style for all to see… so sorry to disappoint you, but The Chamelion backs down from no one, no way, no how… the ring is my home.. and you’ve made the first mistake of your BWF career… and that’s pissing off the Master of the house… come Monday, prepare to feel the bite of The Chamelion, and the pain of reality when it comes crashing down on your head… for I’m no man to be taken lightly, and no one’s fool.. GOT IT?!!!?”

 

Sliding out from under the bottom ropes, Chamelion heads towards his office, and we fade to black.