The scene fades into the Sommers Gym, mid morning where it is bustling with activity.  We pan left to find the office door closed, but hey, through the magic of television, we fade through to find Chamelion hunched over his desk, piles of folders laying every where and documents strewn about. The World Title lays on the one clean spot of the desk, at the nearest left corner to Chamelion.  His brother, Raizzor is standing by the window, looking out at the people training, lifting weights or competing in the ring.  A grunt from Chamelion causes him to turn and lift an eyebrow.

 

“Problem?”

 

Shaking his head, Chamelion falls back in his large black office chair and shrugs.

 

“No, not really. It’s just been a bear going over all these files on my opponents for Happenstance.  Torborg, Eliminator, Marticus, Icehouse… each one a challenging opponent; together.. this is a mess.  I don’t mind it really, but now that Kirlia is in a match against Cody Clark, I may have to redefine my entire game plan.”

 

Raizzor turns back to peering out the window, but speaks.

 

“Doesn’t that all depend on you surviving your match against XTC?”

 

A slight chuckle escapes Chamelion as he lifts up a folder that is decently thick, and opens it.  He pulls out the top sheet and scans it, his eyes darting left and right.

 

“I guess.  I mean, I’ll take him seriously, of course, but at the same time I’m not exactly shaking in my boots.  I have transcripts here of all the promos he’s aired since he came in, and I plan to find out what kind of pattern he may have.”

 

“Good Idea.”

 

Nodding in response, Chamelion shifts through the folder and then stops, eyes widening a bit.

 

“Hey, did you know XTC defeated you once?”

 

“Yes.  He brings it up on a semi-regular basis.”

 

Slapping his forehead, Chamelion does a Homer Simpson.

 

“Doh!”

 

Raizzor lifts one eyebrow, but refuses to take the bait.  Chamelion continues undaunted.

 

“XTC makes sure to remind me on a constant basis that he pinned you.  I dunno, I don’t see what the big deal is.  Didn’t Spider beat you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And Daren Ridel?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Thunderwolf?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I know I did.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh, and MVP.”

 

“What??”

 

Chamelion stops, looking up at Raizzor, as he shakes a piece of paper in his direction.

 

“MVP, he beat you once.”

 

Raizzor allows a crest fallen look to shadow his otherwise stoic features.

 

“Now that’s depressing.”

 

Smirking, Chamelion nods and lays the sheet down.

 

“Kind of takes the ‘wow’ out of XTC beating you, as if it’s a miracle or something.”

 

Shrugging, Raizzor smirks once, before it disappears.

 

“I’d like to think it is, seeing as I’m supposed to be a legend, and in the AOWF Hall of Fame. Still, I’ve lost before, and I’m none too emotional about it ”

 

“Just saying, that XTC is making a really huge deal over nothing, but since it’s all he’s got, I guess it’s as good as anything.  Wasn’t I World Champion back then at the time too? Man, the memories.”

 

Raizzor shuffles his feet a moment, nodding absently.  Finally, he turns and focuses.

 

“Isn’t XTC the man you fried in the HiC? Don’t you think he’ll be out for some kind of vengeance?”

 

Laughing, Chamelion falls back in his chair, folding his hands.

 

“Man, I’d nearly forgot about that!!  Ah, my time with the Vulgar Display of Power, what days those were!”

 

With a hint of disproval, Raizzor silently mutters,

 

“I bet.”

 

Chamelion doesn’t hear him, as his eyes glaze over at the memory, and we get one of those neat special effects where the picture wavers

 

(Click on the word Waver, and in part Two, the word Mark.)