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
“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
“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.