Night has fallen on the eve of Havok, and
Chamelion, his dark green bathrobe clings around him, stares out the window of the
hotel room he and his wife arrived at earlier. Gazing at the stars, he leans
against the frame, lost in thought. Into
the scene steps Sandra, in her own silk red bathrobe, slightly open to reveal
delicate lingerie and she snakes her hands around her husband from behind,
leaning her chin on his shoulder. In
silence they both continue to stare forth, until after a few moments, she breaks
the reverie.
“What’cha
thinking?”
She asks just above a whisper and he tilts
his head, resting his against hers as he gratefully accepts the warmth of her
body against his.
“The
difficult times ahead, both with XTC and Happenstance.”
She chews her lip in silence, letting her
hands gingerly play with his chest and stomach, spiraling small circles as she
listens contently to his slow steady breathing.
Times like this she adores, with no rushing off to airports, busy
planning or training, but relaxed and at ease.
Still, her husband is not, and that somewhat dampens the moment, so she
leans up and kisses his ear, her soft warm voice whispering,
“You are
the World Champion of the BWF, my love, because you always strive to be the
best you can. No matter how things go
this week, you still will do your very best, and no one will ever question
that.”
He allows a small sigh, gripping her hands
into his, and allows the touch of a smile to form on the corner of his lips.
“Thank
you. I’m sure of that myself, even with
this battle with XTC coming up. I wonder
if I’ve misjudged the man to a degree.”
Teasing his ear with her tongue for a
moment, Sandra elicits an ‘oh?’ to urge Chamelion to elaborate. He almost chuckles, but the seriousness of
the issue weighs far too heavy upon him.
“He
presented himself as a man trying to clean up his act in one week, and that
lured me in to questioning the validity of his attempt. While I give him credit for apparently being
serious about this change in him, changing the way he talks about it to make me
seem oblivious is a lousy tactic.”
Sandra audibles an ‘uh huh’ as she enjoys
herself with her husband’s ear and he’s forced to concede the feeling, turning
slightly to shake her off playfully, he looks at her for the first time and
kisses her once, on the nose.
“You are
not helping.”
She smiles, her eyes glistening with
playful eagerness, and nods. He shakes
his head slightly exasperated but amused, and guides her to the bed. He sits
her down, taking seat beside her, continuing.
“Let me
clear my head of these thoughts, and I promise afterwards I’ll think no more of
them, okay?”
With total understanding, Sandra lays
herself back onto the bed in the most enticing and inviting way and he quirks
an eyebrow. Ok, maybe not total
understanding. Never the less, he stands
back up and returns to the window, his focus in tact.
“XTC, a
question. Did you go out there to learn
to curb your addiction, or find new ways to win matches? While it appears you’ve been there for days,
which sort of contradicts the fact there’s been what? Less then two days since
you arrived there, at least by air time anyway, you’ve seemed to spent a lot
more time focusing on the path of control for the sake of this world title
match then to get rid of your drug habit.
Oh, I commend you if both work for each other in terms of self control,
but your presenting yourself more selfishly then selfless.”
Folding his arms into himself, Chamelion
leans against the wall, and dives deep into the matter at hand.
“Then
there’s the matter that of course I am going to bring up the fact of your drug
addiction. One, I have little tolerance
of people who choose to take recreational drugs and I tend to beat the holy
crap out of them, and two, it was the core of your last promo, and there for
necessary for me to include it. Never
bring up anything you don’t want displayed on the table for the world to see,
right?”
“Do you
feel it is necessary for me to verbalize that I have paid attention to those in
Happenstance? I made this challenge for
the World Title long before it was official, and knowing the possibilities I
immediately gathered information to learn about each potential opponent. Remember a couple promos ago, in my office,
what do you think all the folders and files were about?”
“And
XTC, how can you even suggest that my hard work, training and study of my
Elimination Chamber opponents gives you any leverage should you go into that
match? It’s not like you could pin me and suddenly gain all the insight I have
gathered about them, that would be a ridiculous concept, and even should you
defeat me, that doesn’t elevate you to their level at all, but is merely a
lucky moment that will be short lasting.
Hell, just because I am the World Champion, in the Elimination Chamber,
does not automatically guarantee me a victory over those five. You may be getting over your addiction, but
your mind is still warped.”
“Don’t
take me for a fool concerning Legend, kiddo.
You may not have asked for a World Title shot right away, but you wanted
to push yourself to the top as fast as possible. Winning against him, shortly after competing
with his two Wrestlefest opponents, and you knew you’d by pass half the entire
roster. I mean, as per usual, you are
impatient, wanting everything now, and waiting is not something you are happy
with. The same goes with the tag titles,
because you felt they were holding you down.
You turned on Sirus when he himself said all you had to do was ask for a
match. You could have gone into the
offices and given your half of the title to them, explaining yourself. No, you chose that route to get attention.”
“The BWF
and the world in general is well aware that I’m the Most Devious SOB in the
business today, so it’s no mystery that my history has pockets where I’m not
the most friendly guy. The thing is, my
brother and I have come to terms with our past, and are stronger for it. I fought my addiction, and it took me years
before I turned out the way I am.
Nothing was quick, nor was it painless.
I was nearly forced out of the business on more then one occasion, and
each time I struggled to get myself back in the game. I calculate the things I do, the words I say,
and my speech is clear and concise. That
is the difference between you and I, when we discuss those we’ve betrayed. You’re still turning your back when it suits
you.”
“Now,
should you win our match, you’ve actually garnered yourself an easy way
out. Even if you lose the EC tourney,
you’d have already establish yourself a main event player, capable of competing
on the top tier of the BWF, and we all know that will allow you many title
shots in the future. Just look at those
who’ve been here gaining number one contenderships, title matches and always in
the spotlight. Each one becoming a staple
of the main event level after winning their first World Title. It’s just another example of your
impatience. Still, if you lose, you get
a chance to get up to this level anyway, but at least then, you’d have proven
yourself ready, and worthy.”
“I have
faced my share of challenges here, and while the Elimination Chamber will be
the match to silence all, concerning the validity of my claim, the world in
general realizes that I belong here already.
Legend, Sirus Moran, Kyle Cross, Cody Clark, Executioner, are just some
of the names I have face and bested, whether alone or in a team, and it seems
come Happenstance, the latter two will again be my opponents. What about you, kiddo? Captain Marticus? Dq'd,
McNasty? Didn’t put up much of a fight?
Sirus Moran, got your ass handed to ya.
I apologize for rambling, but it irritates me you would try to lower me
to your level… I am a five time World Champion, so I’ve proven my worth. You’re a recovering druggie, with a lot left
to prove, and your intolerance for anything less the then best, is what will
ultimately destroy you.”
“Perhaps
you’re correct on what I was looking for when I hit Icehouse in the jaw. Of course, I’d been a tag champion for nearly
90 days, having won match after match with two different tag partners, plus a
few singles matches here or there. I’d
done some hard word to get the attention of the BWF, instead of whining
backstage about not getting noticed off the bat. My shot to Icehouse was face to face, if a
bit sudden, and like Legend did to you, he ignored me. So, instead of whining, I returned to what I
knew would keep the BWF’s eye on me, knowing one day they would be forced to
give me the opportunity. I made myself
here, no one made me. Come Monday on
Havok, do you honestly believe you’ve earned the attention of the BWF to step
into this spotlight, when you have done little, if nothing, to prove your worth
in general? I don’t think so.”
“So, you
keep studying out of ‘The Prophet’ and do take heed of the final chapter, for
it’s fitting of you, and perhaps in some ways of me, and believe it true that
you shall not measure me by my smallest deed, and consider me foam upon the
ocean, for I am the depths of the sea, and I shall rise and swallow you whole,
just as I have done to all who have sailed upon me, attempting to journey to
greater lands then where they’ve come from.
This is who I am, a man who holds nothing back nor pretends to be
something else then I really am. I am
the BWF’s World Champion, and I will prove it by defeating you in a No DQ
match, and when Happenstance is over, I will be Undisputed. GOT IT?!”
Allowing a shadow of his