It all began in early 1999.  I watched from the quiet sidelines as my brother entered into the PWA during it’s fledgling days, attempting to make a break in professional wrestling.  I’d just graduated top of my class from MSU in business and finance, and could choose just about anywhere I wanted to go.  Raizzor went under the name of Chamelion back then and it wasn’t long before he was in the midst of a heated battle with the President, Rob Robinson.  Deciding to change things a bit, he came back into the PWA after a short break under the name of Raizzor, and went on to dominate and win the World Championship in short order.  

I guess that’s where things began for me.  As I was looking for jobs, I stumbled upon one right there in the PWA, as the Vice President, which required knowing business, finance and a bit of entertainment value.  I wasn’t sure on the latter, but I applied non the less, keeping my association with my brother a secret from the PWA.  Robinson didn’t like him much, and I didn’t need the hassle.  

I got the job, and the first time I appeared on television, I reversed a decision that was faulty, allowing my brother to win the PWA World Title from Dr. Steven Remo.  I watched him celebrate, I saw the passion in his eyes, the love for that sport.  I wanted in.  Hell, I wanted what he had.  I was jealous.

So, what to do, I asked myself.  Suddenly the burning heat of being a wrestler started to boil in my blood, and I cut some deals, and secretly created an organization to take over the PWA and ruin my brother all in one shot.  I arranged so Raizzor would have a loser leaves town match, and I brought in a monster called Nightmare to destroy him.  Now I could be in the ring, and take the glory for myself.  Remo challenged me to show off how’d he defeated Raizzor, and yeah, I wanted the match. I lost, but I didn’t care, because I knew sooner then later, I would revenge myself against Remo.  

Meanwhile, I took on Tundra, the Television Champion and won my first title.  I’d lose it soon after, as I was so very new, but then I’d turn around and capture the Intercontinental Championship, and that’s when things really took off. That same night, Remo would put his title up in Remo’s Dome of Destruction and in the end, my Nightmare eliminated him and took the title, eliminated Robinson, and secured myself as the President of the PWA!  

I had to drop the IC title to take the reigns, but that was okay.  I now had full control, everything was mine, and no one knew I’d been the one pulling all the strings in the first place.

 Unfortunately, a family crisis I could not avoid took myself out of the PWA and others took over.  Raizzor and I came back next year, and again, he won the world title.. and again, I was pissed.  For a while, I held it in check until he accidentally cost me a match against Tommy Riley.  I turned on him when we went for the Tag-titles against the Brothers Grimm and that set up another loser leaves town match, at Genesis 2.  Raizzor beat me, but I had Nightmare in waiting and again, I had Raizzor demolished, and announced to the world what I had done since the beginning.  

That was the Chamelion of old.  That was the man who’s desire for power was so great, nothing, no one was safe from the cruelty of his machinations.  That is why I am called the Most Devious S.O.B. in the business today.  That is why, come Sunday March 26^th, 2006 inside the Elimination Chamber, no one will stop be from becoming the BWF Undisputed Champion.  Because, whatever it takes, I will succeed, and nothing is too Taboo to get the job done.  

Well, maybe. I mean, I have grown up a lot since then, and I guess I can’t really say I’m exactly like I was back then.  The desire and dedication has not gone away, in truth it’s multiplied infinitely.  Still, I wanted the world and my five opponents to understand that I am not a man to be taken lightly, and I am not a champion who will go down without taking a few of you with me.

Here endeth the history lesson.

   

Fade in to the Sommers Ranch in Las Vegas , Nevada , shortly after Chamelion’s return from Havok in Canada . It was a long flight, a red eye, and Chamelion appears to be as exhausted as we’d expect.  Wearing simple black jeans and a green T-shirt, Chamelion lifts his shades off his eyes as he enters the house.  Yes, believe or not, he does sometimes wear shades outside of his publicity pictures, neat huh?  He drops his gym bag on the floor by the entrance and calls out,

“Anyone here?”  

Silence greets him and he cocks his head in wonderment.  Trudging tiredly into the living room, his ears pick up the faintest sounds coming from outside the back and he walks into the kitchen and towards the sliding glass door leading to the porch.  Once he opens it, he’s greeted by sounds of laughter and general merriment and he smiles, noticing his family enjoying one of the first BBQ’s of the coming spring.  Sandra sees him first and shoots into his arms.  

“Hunny, you’re home!”  

He smiles, accepting her kiss and Raizzor and Jasmine greet him from the grill.

“Good to see you back, brother.”

“Did you have a good flight?”  

Jasmine puts the plate of steaks down and fishes a cold drink out of the cooler, handing it to Chamelion.  

“Yeah, it was decent for an overnight flight.  I love Canada , think it’s a great place, but going through customs each and every time.. I’m going to be so glad when this month is over.”  

Sandra nuzzles him slightly and smirks.  

“It’s not the traveling, it’s the nervousness of your huge match at Happenstance.”  

He smiles, and kisses her forehead before breaking away to open his soda.  

“Yeah, guess so.  Not that I’ve never been in such major matches before, but it does have the greatest prize in our business at stake.  I guess part of me is worried, because as a champion going into this match, I’m actually one of the two underdogs.”  

Raizzor turns a couple steaks over and nods in response.  

“I remember those days.  You’ve always been really good at taking what comes your way, and dishing even more out. You’ll do fine.  Just remember, even should you lose, you’ve had a hell of a career so far there.”  

“Thanks, bro, I think.  I’m not even thinking of losing, that’ll get me no where, but on my back getting pinned.  No, the only thing I’ve been thinking about is my opponents.”  

“Bet that’s been fun, how’s that going for you?”  

“Well, I debated on how to approach the situation, and I think I came up with a unique way of taking care of things.  I decided to have a little fun and present my opponents with a ‘choose your own adventure’ promo.”  

The others all look at him, expectations of explanations on their faces. Say that five times fast.  Chamelion smirks.  

“To get everything out I need to say, it would take forever if I went on about all of them at once, so I set it up to send each of them a DVD of this promo, and at a certain point, it’s going to allow each of them to select their specific chapter, to hear what I had to say about them. Of course, they can view all the chapters, but so they don’t have to wade through the others, I made it easier for them.”

“Why easier?”  

He shrugs.  

“Cause I’m nice. I sent a copy to the BWF Offices for the Battle Royal competitors, since I mention that match on the DVD too. I also have on that DVD my first Undisputed Title win, back when four federations competed for it… I figure they needed to understand that when it comes to this kind of situation, I’m damned good.”  

Sandra snuggles back up to Chamelion, caressing his back.  

“Indeed you are!”  

He grins, and winks.  

“PG, girl, PG, remember that. Granted, Icehouse would disagree and go verbal on us, and Marticus wasn’t too nice with what he had to say about Eliminator.  Kirlia, of course, is a little more prevalent on her ‘escapades’, but I think you and I could keep this out of the cameras.”  

Sandra laughs and steps back just a bit.  Chamelion takes a long sip of soda and then sits it down on the table.  

"I have a question, Brother.  How is the rest of the BWF going to see this promo, if you're sending it out as a DVD?"

Chamelion stops and looks at his brother, his eyes narrowing.

"You just have to bring things up to make it more difficult for me, don't you?  I guess for the rest of them, it will be like when Clue aired on TV."

"What??"

"The movie Clue, with Tim Curry and Christopher Lloyd? In theaters, depending on what time you went, you got one of three endings. On DVD, all three play back to back, or two after the credits, I can't remember.  Point is, for the TV Audience, this IS going to be a bit long winded.  It's just that the only ones I wanted to do this for are my opponents.  See earlier reason."

"Ohh-K.  If it works, it works.  Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

Chamelion yawns once, and stretches.  

“Cool. I need to go wash up, so I won’t fall asleep in my salad.  I’ll be back out in a bit, guys.”  

The others nod, and Chamelion goes back into the house.  He walks down the long hallway to the bathroom, but stops before going in. He turns towards us, his face serious.  

“I hope you five appreciate my little gem here, cause it wasn’t easy to put together.  I know that in the next few weeks we’re all going to be going full blast into this match, and that means a lot or words are going to be exchanged.  I’m offering up a simplistic way for each of you to hear what I have to say about you, without wading through tons of points about everyone else.  It’s an interesting concept, if I do say so myself, and I hope you enjoy it.  In a moment, you’ll see a menu with all six of us, and all you need to do is click on your photo and you’ll get a promo all about you!  Neat eh?  You may laugh at this concept, or come up with something negative to say, but that’s cool with me.  If I put forth this much effort just to share my insights about all of you, imaging what I’m going to do once I have some real juicy meat to chew on.  Kirlia will understand, since I’ve come back against her promo already, and the rest of you can be assured, you’re next.”  

“So, go ahead, pick a photo.. yours, or someone else’s… and don’t forget to check out mine, and watch me win my First Undisputed Inter-federation championship…. And what certainly won’t be my last……………”