Destiny.  So many people claim they have destiny, but very few achieve it!  Legend claims to have Destiny, but he’s been so wrought with failure lately, it’s likely his destiny is being read upside down.  Now, Chamelion on the other hand?  Each promise fulfilled, each goal reached, every intention made good.  Sunday, the 26^th of February, the most Devious SOB in the business today went into the Breslin Center in Lansing, Michigan and pinned Toxic for the BWF World Championship.  One journey complete, and yet another is set to begin.

 

Scene opens inside the Sommers Gym early Thursday Morning as Chamelion, wearing a light green jacket and black jeans, steps through the front entrance.  He looks around, smiling to see it busy already with young hopefuls.  Many turn his way and wave or clap, acknowledging his success and he replies by undoing his jacket and showing off his world title! Yeah, he wore it into work today; can you really blame him?

 

With only a day or two’s time to train in his own gym before flying across the border to Canada, he makes a beeline for his office and shuts the door firmly behind him.  Unstrapping the title, he lays it gently on the desk and then sheds his jacket.  Walking to the mini-fridge, he pulls out a bottled water, takes a sip and then turns our way.

 

“Ahhh, it’s SO nice to be back here in Las Vegas…. I mean, I loved being home in Michigan, seeing family, visiting the old sites… Winning the BWF World Championship!  But here? Here it’s WARMER!  I think my family and I went to Michigan during the coldest time of the year!!  Hell, it got so cold, it dropped down to Absolute Zero!”

 

He smirks.

 

Ah, Segue!

 

“My opponent come Monday is a man who competed against the Primetime Champion, David Blazenwing by playing… Smash Brothers? And on a Game Cube no less?  Seriously, that match took a plunge when they didn’t do X-Box!”

 

Shrugging, Chamelion takes another sip and sits in his office chair.

 

“Still, this man is larger then I, and looks like he’s stepped right outside of one of those British B-movie Zombie films? What was that one called again? Crazy Town??  Either that, or I’m about to go toe-to-toe with the reject from The Hills Have Eyes.  I’m torn about which way to mock this guy, cause anyone who comes to the ring wearing a gas mask, has serious issues.”

 

He thinks a moment.

 

“Or, heaven forbid, the guy passes gas way to often.”

 

He chuckles at the thought.

 

“Ok, let’s focus here.  Absolute Zero does not get taken very serious here in the BWF; and frankly his efforts since joining have not been very up to par. So, the question to ask is why is he getting a title shot against ME?  Well, honestly, I kind of have a bad habit; I tend to offer my title up in every match I am in… because I firmly believe if you can beat me, you deserve what I got.”

 

He nods firmly, but then breaks out into a giant grin.

 

“However, before any of you get any bright ideas on challenging me, it seems the BWF offices frowned heavily on that concept… they do not want their main event damaged by losing one of their best before it happens… and why should I argue?  Oh, some of you may shoot back that I’m afraid, but honestly; do you believe that?  No, truly, at the moment, I really do want to relish what I’ve worked so hard to win, and I definitely want to be in that Elimination Chamber match.”

 

He takes a long drink of water, wipes his mouth and smirks.

 

“Absolute Zero, in any case, gets the shot simply because I want to be fully motivated to work hard Monday, to test my body and make sure it’s still up to par after the brutal confrontation with Toxic.  Risk urges us to do more then we’d normally do, and I need to know where I’m at.”

 

Nodding, he sits forward and shakes his head in wonderment.

 

“As for you, Zero, there’s not a whole lot to go on, save your BWF profile and the two promos you’ve cut since returning.  First, work on your English, kiddo, cause ‘To go after and win the World Heavyweight Championship and win” comment is really whacked.  Second, try to make a little more sense, cause watching your stuff is disorienting…. And could cause one to have an aneurism, sheesh.”

 

Reaching forward, Chamelion picks up his World Title and displays it for all to see.

 

“Monday, you get the shot you so desperately desired, against a man who is the best in the business today…really, I am.. don’t listen to Legend who thinks he is; cause that man doesn’t know a win if it bit him on the ass…. Anyhow, you get that shot, but understand this, kiddo… when all’s said and done, I’ll still be the champion, and you? Well, you’ll be Absolutely.. ZERO!  GOT IT?”

 

With a nod, Chamelion stands, tosses the title on his shoulder, and leaves the office to go work out.

 

End