Fading back in, we watch as Chamelion Expectantly picks up and pins the next name, Rob Torborg onto the board, below that of Ice Hensley.  Yeah, if people are catching on, Chamelion is posting these names on a level concurrent with his opinions on their chances in this match.  Torborg is the weakest link in this match, Good Bye.

 

“Guess I’d better turn my attention back to Rob Torborg for a moment, since he insists he’s a threat in this match.  Compared to the challenge of Cody Clark and Captain Marticus, I’m surprised you’re putting in this much effort.  For a while now, things have not been progressing well for you, huh?  A loss to me, twice, losing out at Wrestle Bowl and then Captain Marticus making you tap?   Must be a bit nerve racking for ya, kiddo, and I saw your break down when you ranted to Marticus following Monday.  I suspect we’ll see another one come next Monday, and it should be a doozy!  By the way, you’re a bit lucky I didn’t come into Wrestle Bowl and cost you the chance myself, and yeah, the thought had occurred to me.”

 

Heck, he’d actually contacted the GLWA about coming in just to do that and they said they’d get back to him.  They never did, and in the end, Chamelion felt he could best humiliate Torborg in the very ring he thinks he’s best in.  Yet Torborg really believes he’s the one to do it all, win the Chamber match, become undisputed champion and end Chamelion’s streak.

 

“It’s getting interesting, listening to each and every one of you claim to be the one to end my streak.  I’m actually getting sick of my streak because it’s getting so much attention that it seems to be taking some of the glory from me!  I can see it now, Mr. Winning Streak running around with Chamelion in his shadow, sheesh.  Still, this poses an interesting concept; what if everyone is so determined to be the one to beat me, they end up fighting in the end and allow me a few easy pins.  If self glory is going to be that important to any and all of you, I may just have this match won.  Fact is, not one of you is any more important to me then another, and while some of you I’d prefer more then others, in the end I’ll try and beat each of you equally.”

 

Whatever strategies each of them are developing, Chamelion has a simple one. Win.  Sure, it’s cliché and very simple, but that’s the basis of this; simplicity.  Simply tell each of them where they screwed up and point them in the right direction.  It’s not that hard, even if they can’t grasp the concept.

 

“Torby, it makes sense to retreat when the chips are down if you feel it’s your only course, but I seem to remember a Reloaded not too long ago when you did the same thing to one of our wrestling divas.  You back peddled out of the ring as fast as you could, looking pleased with your amazing prowess, and I was left to wonder how you ever accomplish anything, or have any fan support, when all we ever see is your ass as you run off?  Many men have an ego going into these things, but I think you actually killed an ego and you’re wearing it as a second skin.  Piece of advice, kiddo, wash it; it smells.”

 

Wrinkling his nose, Chamelion goes back to open the window wider, and during this lull we fade to another break.