We open up inside an apartment hall way.  Off white walls and dark green carpet fill our senses and as we pan left and right we see two doors on each side of the hall way, and stairs leading both up and down, giving us clue that we’re up one more floors.  The sound of footsteps coming up the far stairs causes us to turn in that direction as Raizzor, in dark blue faded jeans and a black muscle shirt, partially hidden by his usual black leather duster coat, comes into view.  He reaches the second door on the right and is about to knock when we here the distinct voice of Chamelion through the thin hollow door.

 

“DAMMIT!”

 

Raising an eyebrow, Raizzor hesitates briefly before rapping on the door three times in quick succession.  The sound of rustling can be heard and an audible sigh precedes the door being ripped open and Chamelion standing there in a huff.  Realizing it’s his brother, Chamelion grunts and turns without a word and goes back into the depths of his apartment.  Shrugging, Raizzor follows him in, shutting the door behind him and a few paces later he stands just outside the living room, which is in current disarray.

 

“Redecorating?”

 

His simple question causes Chamelion to stop digging through his umpteenth box, peering up towards his brother before taking stock of the living room’s condition.  Chamelion sighs, shaking his head.

 

“I lost my train of thought.”

 

Ooooh-k!  Raizzor takes a deep breath, knowing full well he’s going to regret this, and asks.

 

“You don’t remember what you were last thinking about?”

 

Giving him a strange look, Chamelion opens his mouth to respond, but instead let’s out another frustrated sigh as he dumps the box over and rummages through.  A moment passes and he stands, kicking stuff left and right as he stalks over the filing cabinet and begins going through each drawer.  Raizzor steps gingerly into the room, looking for what might pass as a safe place to sit.  Finding the lazy boy buried under a bunch of blankets, he pushes them to the side and sinks in.  Comfortable, he folds his fingers and attempts further communication.

 

“Did XTC’s last promo give you cause for distress?”

 

Slamming the second drawer close, Chamelion turns and shakes his head.

 

“No, truth is, I found myself laughing at some of his suggestions. What’s got me angry is the locker room gossip over my work.  I don’t want to go into it now, though, bro, I really need to find my train of though!”

 

Leaving that comment alone, Raizzor remains silent as Chamelion rummages through the third and final drawer.  Pissed, he slams it shut and stops. Tilting his head sideways, he scratches his scalp before triumphantly declaring;

 

“A-HA!!!”

 

“You remember what you wanted to discuss??”

 

Ignoring him, Chamelion pulls aside the filing cabinet and bends down.  Curious, Raizzor leans to the side, peering over to see what the fuss is all about, and watches Chamelion stand and turn.  In his hands is a model locomotive and he raises it up, smiling widely and presents the side of it to us. Interestingly enough, printed on the side in bold white letters is the word ‘THOUGHT’.  Cut to Raizzor who gives us ‘the look’ before turning back to Chamelion, letting out an exasperated sigh.

 

“Sometimes, Little Brother, even I can’t figure you out.”

 

Blinking, Chamelion gives his brother a questioning stare.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Before Raizzor can answer, Chamelion turns and places the train on top of the filing cabinet and turns towards the living room, and the disaster laying all over.

 

“Sandra is not going to be very happy with me.”

 

“I’ll help you clean.  Still, now that you, umm, have your train of thought back, are you focused in dealing with XTC’s latest ramblings?”

 

Nodding, Chamelion finds what passes for a couch, and falls into it. 

 

“Ahh, that’s more like it.  *whew*, Yeah, I went over them a few times, gathered some ideas.  That’s when I remembered my train of thought and ended up spending the last hour looking for it.  Anyway, XTC again offers up some tasty tidbits for me to chew on and spit right back at him.  I think all those recreational drugs he’s been on has done a number on his brain.”

 

Nodding in agreement, Raizzor remains silent, allowing Chamelion the floor, so to speak.  Taking the cue, Chamelion turns his attention to us and truly begins.

 

“XTC, kiddo, I called you hypocritical for a number of solid reasons, yet you try to turn it around and do the same to me.  My reasons are based on words that you said, for things you’ve done.  In return, you call me the same thing because I merely mentioned to Marticus that his dream like promos were getting a bit old.  He did it for his match at Wrestle fest, and then again for Hearts on Fire.. It was becoming a pattern.  Now I, on the other hand, merely had a little flashback…it didn’t even have anything much to do with what I had to say about you, other then as a slightly exaggerated demonstration for our audience.  Beyond that, I was right here, in front of the camera, addressing you, man to man.  Hell, Legend did the same thing and I had nothing much to say about that!  So, let’s try to stick to facts that you actually can work with, okay?  As for Marticus himself, I fear perhaps he’s feeling a lot more threatened then he’s letting on about the Elimination Chamber.”

 

Stopping, Chamelion squeezes his eyes shut and feels behind him.  A moment later he fishes out the TV Remote control that was sticking in his back. Tossing it on the coffee table, he smirks and resumes.

 

“It amuses me that you would call Happenstance an EPIC Tournament in comparison to getting a world title shot.  Hell, you’ve got the chance of a life time and you go and say that the world title is secondary?  I know I’m paraphrasing, but you really think that winning Happenstance and headlining Danger zone is more important then a chance to walk into this PPV as the World Champion, to be crowned the Undisputed Champion?  Well, you really ought to sort out your priorities, kiddo, cause it doesn’t get ANY bigger then what’s about to take place.  You are in the match of your lifetime, fighting the one man who’s always been a specter in your life, right?  That’s what you said, correct, that where ever you go, there I am?   Just remember, I was here first.  I was in the PWA First, I was in the HiC First, and I entered the BWF way before you. If anyone needs to feel paranoid he’s being followed, it’s me.”

 

Darting his eyes left to right, Chamelion feigns being stalked to highlight his example.

 

“As for the mention of my brother and the match you two had, call it a preemptive strike. Chances are good you might have decided to bring it up, so I took the liberty of defusing the situation before hand.  Same with VDP and the pool incident.  Besides, I thought my little flashback was funny, and so did a lot of other people. You didn’t think I’d pass on an opportunity like that, now did ya?”

 

He pauses, as if waiting for an answer, then goes on.

 

“Let’s talk about who’s got the favor going into this.  You say you have nothing to lose?  Perhaps, but I believe different.  Let’s say you win, walk into the Elimination Chamber as champion, right?  You go in, suddenly elevated to the main event level with no preparation, to face five.. FIVE of the top elite in one match, each one of them just as hungry as you to walk out the one true champion.  Until now, you have not even thought about the possibility of facing them. You have not trained, nor studied them as well or as thoroughly as I have.  Which leads me to another thing, of course I am looking towards the Elimination Chamber match, since until the last few days, I had no worries save that encounter and of course I would be studying, commenting and trying to out do those guys and girl.  Who in their right mind would NOT be looking forward to this contest already?  It doesn’t mean I’m not focused on you, kiddo, but until things change, I will continue to do my best to prepare for the main event at Happenstance.”

 

His features turn stern, as he leans forward.

 

“On the other hand, I have a lot to lose, and yet something to gain.  Again, let’s say you win; which means we switch spots at Happenstance.  You walk in to the Chamber, likely lose and that’s it, you’re done.  Me? I go into the tourney, perhaps win, go on to Danger Zone with a chance to re-win the championship and then I get to main event Genesis for the first time in my career.  You didn’t think I considered all the options, did you?  I am in position to either win the biggest title in BWF history, OR claim the number one contendership.  While neither is a guarantee, in the end, I fair a lot better chance of continuing to be the top man in this business, then you do.”

 

Sighing softly, Chamelion leans back against the cushions.

 

“Moving on, let’s turn our attention to your comments about my record.  You claim I’m making some of it up, concerning my tag title runs?  Ok, fine, let me set you straight with a little, hehe, history lesson.  I won my first title run with Wacko Marko and we ran with the titles for a pretty long time.  Things went sour when he turned on me, in favor of a chance to go for the World Title, leaving him and me on separate sides, yet still tag champions.  Taking the issue to the BWF, I demanded the right to claim the other half of the title and choose a new partner.  They agreed, but that Wacko would also get the same deal, so he got to choose a partner, as I did.  I chose Raizzor and we faced Wacko and his partner and won, claiming the second title for Raizzor.  The BWF records show two columns because of this.  My reign with Wacko, which is undefeated, since the titles were switched to me and my brother, and then we ran an undefeated streak until such time as we left the company.  Does it make sense now, or do you need flash cards?”

 

With that, he presents his Cheshire grin, chuckles, and continues down the same line of thought.

“As for ‘outrageous claims’, unlike you, I enjoyed my tag title run and went nearly six months representing the BWF as one half of the Tag Team Champions. I didn’t disregard the title or feel I was being held back… Ok, a little, since I did kick the ever living daylights out of Icehouse, and wanted a chance to fight him, only to be ignored.  That wasn’t so much for the title, though, as just a little test to see where I stood.  Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, until now.  Anyway, back on track here; Six months isn’t the same as turning on my partner within a month because I can’t stand working with anyone… and by the time I’d returned, the anticipation by both myself and the BWF in general, was that it was time to look ahead, and go for something larger.  When I commented on Legend’s distaste for being on Reloaded, I didn’t expect it to immediately lead to a World Title shot, but I would have been a fool not to take the proffered chance.  It took me three months of hard work to reach my goal when I defeated Toxic, unlike Icehouse or Eliminator who reappeared on the scene and found themselves offered this chance far quicker.  I don’t fault them because of it, mind you, but the difference I’m trying to explain here is that I earned what I have, because that’s the way I do things.”

 

“Oh, and before I forget, there’s another thing I’m finding a bit ironic here.  You stated very clearly that I should ‘retire’ while I can still walk, that I’m old, past my time and should let you or someone else be in the world title hunt?  Well, that’s interesting coming from a man who just said he’s been in the business for an entire decade, that’s ten years, when talking about me, since I’ve only been doing this for a little less then seven.  Ten years, no world titles??  Seven years, on my fifth title reign?  Ask me again why I should change the way I do things? Seems to me, it’s working out rather well.”

 

“Back to Legend; He put up a far greater battle then most here have against me, and he likely ignored you because you’re more like a gnat then a real threat.  We can’t always address every person that comes against us, if more important things are staring us in the face.  Hell, you’d just arrived, weren’t even weaned off the fresh contract you got, and you expected to garner the World Champion’s undivided attention?  Now, who was it that wanted in the main event right away? Sheesh.  Now, I’m sure Legend would be glad to pay an iota of attention to you, and if you feel he’s not much of a threat, challenge him.  You can talk about it all you want, but until you actually showcase your beliefs in that ring, it’s all hearsay, isn’t it?”

 

“Oh, and it’s never easy going against the Brothers Grimm, but hey, we did that and won too. Yeah, I think I’ve had a few challenges here, but I agree I’ve not yet faced the ‘cream of the crop’.  That’s what the Elimination Chamber is for, and that’s why I have to win it… to shut up people like you for trying to put down my career here.”

 

“By the way, I am the Most Devious SOB in the business today, and don’t forget it.  Yes, I feuded with my brother, among others and in the long run, I’m not the greatest team player on the block, but there’s a score of people out there I’ve always respected and stuck by, even if not in a stable like environment.  You attack me for that even though you recently turned on your tag team partner?  Have you ever in your life stopped to think what it is you’re arguing about, before coming across looking like a complete idiot?  It’s got to be the drugs that causes this sort of self involved hallucination, and yes, I will attack you for being an addict.  Recreational drugs are illegal, kiddo, and those who insist on using them have no place in my world, save for getting kicked in the jaw and laid out for a 1-2-3.  I also don’t buy this sudden ‘turn around’ you’re trying to portray.  Get it through your head, kiddo, no person comes back, gets clean and finds peace in a week. It takes a long time, serious dedication and the desire to be a better person to truly kick any habit and I honestly hope you succeed.  Just do not go comparing yourself to Eddie Guerrero, because you will never be on his level, in any sense, and it offends me you’d try to compare yourself to him.  I compare myself to no one, I am my own person, and what I do, I do alone on my own level.  Now,  I don’t know what you expect out of your training out there, but don’t walk into Havok next week pretending it’s all behind you, cause you’ll be lying to yourself as much to us.”

 

“I don’t consider myself perfect, I do make errors, but I’ve grown a lot and learned a great deal.  I’ve come along way since the PWA and the HiC, and I think my career here reflects a stronger, more focused mind.  I study my opponents more carefully, use whatever I can against them and tear them down both mentally and physically, and that goes for you as well XTC.  I am the BWF World Champion, and on Monday, when we face off in the ring, this is about as close as you’re ever going to get, to being in the main event.  GOT IT?”

 

Standing, Chamelion again looks at the mess, and then to his brother.

 

“Don’t suppose you wanna head out and get a bite to eat?”

 

Barely grinning, Raizzor nods and Chamelion grabs his coat as they head to the door.

 

“What about Sandra?”

 

“Yeah, well, I may not be scared of XTC or the Chamber, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to be here when SHE gets home!”

 

And with that, the brothers leave the apartment.


Fade.

 

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