The cold morning greets Chamelion, in green T-shirt and shorts,  as he opens the main window of the cabin he’s chosen to rent for the week, while staying close to the  Belle Center in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.  He breaths in the chill, filling his lungs with a slight ache and it helps to wake him up from a somewhat restless sleep.  The rustic view appeases him just a little, before he turns, leaving the window cracked and going to the small fridge in the mini-kitchen of the cabin to fetch a bottled water.  He looks around the tiny room, maybe a good twenty steps in either direction and a full 20 left to right, one large bed, mini kitchen, closet, bathroom with shower only and a 19 inch color T.V.  Not a lot of room to stretch, but surprisingly comfortable.  Swallowing a healthy gulp of water, Chamelion caps it, sets it down on the counter and pulls out the single stool in the place.  Settling on it, he cracks his knuckles and smirks.

 

“Simplicity.  Perhaps a better way to go?  I spent a lot of time concerned about how to best deliver my arguments, presentation and interest and in the end, perhaps simplicity will achieve greater results.  Why take three left turns when one right turn will suffice, hmm?  Admittedly my last couple shots at this took a bit more out of me then I’d have liked, so I’ll dispense the creative choose your own adventure aspect, and just get on with it.”

 

Turning, Chamelion points out a bulletin board we’d not seen before and pins a six by two inch laminated sheet to the top of the board which reads Eliminator.  It’s another visual, as Kirlia would point out, but its no more then a simple introduction to each of his competitors. 

 

“Well, Eliminator, where do I begin?  You’re angry with me, right? Angry because I questioned the legitimacy of the events unfolding in your world?  Can you really blame me for wondering if what you had going on was a ploy, or not?  Face it, any man who can even think of a wrestling match when his wife has been supposedly killed by unknown forces, isn’t a man or moral fiber.  I know I’d be devastated, but you? Not long after her death you’re cutting a promo, talking about your opponents in turn, and going off on a tangent because I wondered if this was a real situation or just a way to garner the sympathy vote of the BWF fans.  It didn’t help your case any, kiddo, when you chose to handle things on your own and not get the police involved. Police, I might add, obligated by law to progress with a rescue mission themselves.  No, you went in, gung ho and people died, and when it was over, you’re safe at home with your wife, discussing your soon to be match in the Elimination Chamber?  Pretty pathetic indeed.”

 

He shakes his head, wondering why some people would go so far as to present their personal life for all to see when it’s so tragic. What do they hope to gain out of sharing the devastation of their hearts, and why, above all else; do they put aside so important a thing to try to win a match?

 

“You may be upset with me, Eliminator, but you are just one of five, all who have some beef with me in one form or another, or just want to be the one to put me down for the 1-2-3, but if you allow your focus to be so narrow that you forget that, you might find yourself done for, before you get a real chance at me.  Even if you do, you’re going to be in for a surprise or three.  Everyone here is commenting on my career, one way or another, and comparing it to a glorified mid card success, which could be more insulting to the people I’ve faced then to me.  Legend, Sirus, Clark, Executioner, as I have named off before, would likely not enjoy the mid card comparisons.  XTC, goes into recovery after having accepted my challenge and in case anyone’s missed it, actually did pin me in that ring for a 1-2-3, and would have walked out the champion had the second ref not noticed my foot under the bottom rope.  Presence of mind is a key factor of my game, and it was the only trick I had left after being slammed with the Overdose.  So, it leaves me to seriously wonder if I should feel offended, or if those I have faced, should feel it worse then I.”

 

It’s true, Chamelion has faced far better competition then these guys want to give him credit for, and just because he has yet to maintain an upper tier presence has no bearing on the fact that he is as good, if not better, then the majority of the so called ‘main eventers’.  It’s just another reason in the ever growing list of why Chamelion needs to win this match.  Once this hurdle is cleared, no one would dare doubt him again.

 

“Everyone of you has attempted to discredit me, because you know deep down that individually, any one of you I could defeat with a ‘Snap’, and if not for the complexity of this six person encounter, I’d do so.  Perhaps then, you’d honor me with the credit of being at the top of the mountain, or you could turn around and lower yourselves just to save face, I truly don’t know.  Actually, perhaps I do, since you commented that I took the title from Toxic at his worst, yet I wasn’t the one who floundered in the end, it was him. And turn on XTC, I don’t know where you got that idea, I can’t turn on a guy I’m not friends with to begin with.  Honestly, where you come up with some of this shit surprises me to no end.”

 

For the moment, he falls silent, letting this sink in to Eliminator, because next up, is someone a bit more wild, and a bit more fun to pick apart.