It begins!
Two Legends of their
own respective worlds.
On a collision course.
NoA5!
Three falls, two men,
one night only.
It’s not about history.
It’s not about
redemption.
It’s simply about one
thing, and one thing only;
! RespecT!
Fade into the familiar empty sound
stage. Well, okay, familiar to those who
know of The Chamelion. For the newbie’s
here, it’s really simple. Empty stage,
save for a barstool. A spotlight
centered on it, drowning in darkness all other details.
Enter from stage left, Mark Sommers, A.K.A;
The Chamelion. Dressed in simple blue
jeans and a black tank-top, Chamelion perches himself onto the stool and cracks
his knuckles. With his trademark
“Hi!”
Sitting back, he lets the moment linger, the
silence grow. Just as it seems to get
irritating, he shrugs.
“Okay,
that wasn’t as fun as I’d thought it would be!”
With a single laugh, he waves off the moment
and jumps in.
“So, the
invitation was sent, the offer put on the table to fight at NoA5, and after
some careful deliberation, I accepted.
The problem?”
He pauses, shaking his head slightly.
“I have
almost no clue who it is I’m fighting.
Ok, I know some now, ‘cause I did research. Ya see, it’s what I do… while many claim they
dig into their opponents past and learn who they are, I actually do!”
Taking a deep breath, Chamelion runs his
tongue across his top lip in quick fashion and resumes.
“I send
thee greetings, Sean Moro. It seems that
Dustin Kelser had decided to put the two of us into a contest against each
other. He’s an incredible man, don’t ya
think? Talented, intelligent, genius!”
He smirks.
“Who am
I kidding, I hate the fucking bastard. I
had a 1-0 victory over that bitch, until he came into the HiC and begged step-daddy
Dalton Campbell to give him everything he couldn’t earn on his own. He made good on it too, winning Rumble in the
Scratching his chin.
“Good
thing we fight for real, and not some scripted soap opera, huh? Speaking of which, I dug up some of your old
promos… seems we agree about the differences there. What we do is real. What we do is special, and no one can take
away from us our accomplishments because of it.
We are, in our own circles, legends.
Or, at least we want to believe we are.
It’s kind of an opinionated decoration for most, but for the sake of our
match, I’ll believe your status, if you’ll believe mine.”
“However,
for that to be; I think a proper introduction is in order…”
Clearing his throat, Chamelion hops down off
the stool and offers a slight bow.
“The
name is Chamelion. I am, in my circle,
known as the Most Devious S.O.B. in the business today. That title is earned on many different
levels, mind you. I’ve been in this
business a good six-plus years, and much like you, I’ve preferred to stay in
one fed and call it my home. Granted,
when said home bellied-up, I had to wander for a while until I found a new
place to hang my hat…..”
Shrug.
“…not
that I have one to hang. Anyway, I’m
sure both our histories are grand adventures, and I do hope to hear about some
of yours. I did nod in appreciation
about your victory at Stop the Presses.. man, the blood loss was something to
behold. I’ve gone through that shit
before myself, so I fully understand. As
for me? Well, it’s not like I enjoy
patting my own back.. do you know how hard it is to get that hand back
there? But I do enjoy discussing my
accomplishments.”
He holds up his hand and starts counting off
finger by finger.
“First
ever inter-federation Undisputed Champion.
I’ve won a Rumble consisting of 48 competitors. Four time World Champion… longest running PWA
GB Champion ever.. currently I am the BWF Tag-Team Champion with the longest
reign in it’s illustrious history… I’m also running a 16-0 undefeated streak. There’s more, but those are some of my
favorite accomplishments.”
Sitting back down, Chamelion gets himself comfortable
by putting his feet up on the bar holding the two front legs in place.
“Okay,
now that that’s out of the way…and that I’ve done the nice thing and showed my
respect to you.. now comes the part everyone’s going to enjoy the most. The throw down! Ya know it was coming… you don’t get as much
fun out of two opponents, arms around each other, going out as drinkin’
buddies. It just doesn’t sell matches!”
“But
that’s also the irony, because I don’t know where to begin. There’s a lot to go over, and I do tend to
ramble on a bit. Some even say they get
confused by my promos.. and yet, I can’t imagine why.”
Innocent blink.
“Sean
Moro, we’re going into what some call a Three Stages of Hell match, a two out
of three fall encounter. This match
favors both of us in the fact that we have one chance, one chance ONLY of
screwing up and still coming out the victor.
It affords us a little sliver of a moment to size each other up and find
the weaknesses we need to exploit!”
“First
round; pin fall only. Dazing your
opponent long enough to get a quick three, and that’s it…. As quick as a cat,
one of us is going to have the advantage.
Then comes round two, and that, kiddo… is where I am going to shine for
sure….”
“I said
I did research, remember? And I know
you’ll tap… I know you’ll struggle for all your worth, begging for mercy when I
have you locked down….but The Chamelion will hold fast, and you’ll have no
choice but to give up… why? Because if
there is to be a third fall, you’re really going to need your legs about ya,
huh?”
“You
see, I’ve NEVER Tapped in my entire career….no matter how excruciating the pain
was. I guess it kind of goes along with
how crazy and sadistic I can be, I guess.”
He pauses, scratching his left ankle with his
right foot.
“And
finally, round three if need be… but truth be told Kiddo, I plan to wrap this
up in two…. So this is kind of moot, but for the sake of the fans, let’s get it
out of the way. A ten count knock out…
not the easiest accomplishment in our profession. There are some really devastating moves in
the world, but we’re built tough, Ford To.…”
With a frustrated sigh, he cuts off.
“Too
much damned TV.”
Clearing his head, Chamelion pushes on.
“…Point
is, we’re built to withstand quite a lot. I’ve seen the results of your Extreme
matches, but rest assured… I’m right there with you.”
With that, he winks and then he jumps down
and walks out of frame for a moment.
Coming back, Chamelion has in his hand two DVDs. He sits back down and holds up the first one;
Sean Moro’s.
“Had to go
rent this and check it out, and gotta say, kiddo; Not too shabby. Hope you don’t mind, but not interested in an
autograph. Would hate for you to write
naughty things to me like you did that one girl at your Suncoast signing
session, hehe.”
He sets it down and holds up a second
DVD. This one looks as if it were
colored in crayon.
“And
here’s mine! The Devious One’s Greatest
Matches! A #1 top seller in all
markers! Eight-teen amazing matches,
interviews, backstage segments and a retrospect of my early days as President
of the PWA. Sold at video stores
everywhere, get yours now!”
Eyeing the DVD, Chamelion’s face falters, and
he tosses the DVD carelessly off stage.
“Ok, so
I don’t have a DVD…yet! Still in the
process of getting Aegean Dreams Corporation to release those old matches from
copyright!
*Under his breath*
“Fucking
Robinson…”
He blinks and looks up, smirking.
“The
next month is going to be quite fun, isn’t it?
Points to be made, counterpoints to be thrown, a little name calling, a
lot of bragging… it’s a living! I will
warn you now, though, kiddo.. this is between you and I… face to TV screen to
face… so please disperse with all the sexual innuendo that seems to permeate your
air time… I’ll get my porn elsewhere, thanks!
Straight up, I want you to impress me… show me you care enough to find
out just who I am. Respect The Devious
One by putting in the effort to learn exactly what it is you’re up
against. If you don’t, well… then I’m
going to run roughshod all over your ass!
The bar is set, Sean, the question is? Can you reach it?”
He begins to turn and walk off stage, before
stopping. He turns his head slowly our
way, his Chesire Grin back in place.
“NoA5,
The Most Devious S.O.B. in the business today is here to steal the show, and
you damned well better be ready…”
“GOT IT?”
And with that, exit stage left.
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