CLAP CLAP CLAP!

 

Shaking his head in wonderment, Chamelion slowly claps as he barely gives us his smile.

 

Well, look who’s here? 

 

Do you feel special now, Clark, hmmm?  Are you happy to have won your first BWF Championship?  Are you proud that you won it against a woman who we all know is sick, in pain? 

 

One week till Happenstance and the tide turns yet again for the rest of us, because now where Kirlia was an expected addition, we have to scramble to turn things on you.  Guess it’s a good thing I was ready for this, eh? 

 

Clark, I’m glad you’re in this. I have been dying to get my hands on you for four months, ever since you bailed on our match at Wrestle Fest III.  That was to be the night of my return, so I could get back into the game and at the same time share in one of the BWF’s ‘dream matches’ at the biggest PPV event of the year.  Instead you turned it down, citing personal reasons but the truth is, ever since I dominated you both in that tag title match and in the special six person barbed wire event, you’ve been afraid to face me. 

 

Ok, hey, let me back up there; maybe you’re not afraid.  I mean, what is fear in a wrestling world, anyway, right? Still, you are a hell of a manipulator, putting yourself and your career in the BWF on the line, to lure Kirlia into putting her title up, only to take advantage of her frail state… I guess I should offer you a share of my claim as the most devious SOB here. 

 

Lately, you’ve been a thorn in the side of the BWF, causing a ruckus in the locker room, making friends with some outside of the BWF who were problems for the management here, and being a general nuisance.  You opened a challenge to anyone in a loser leaves town match, which caused a lot of us to think that maybe you just wanted a way out, when you could have just left on your own.  Now, ironically, you go from appearing to want to leave, to being the BWF champion.  I guess I need to admire the underhanded tactics you employed to get here.  Too bad it’s going to last you all of one week.

 

Of all the competitors in this match, I’m the senior man, having earned my spot when I won this title last month against Toxic.  Everyone else here could take the time to look in on me, get to know me and find my weaknesses, while I had to wait and watch to see who I might have to fight.  Sure, I studied everyone I could, but that doesn’t deny the fact that my attention was split far beyond the final five. Yeah, I realize that there’s four others besides me that each potential had to look out for, but my spotlight has shown the longest, and that can be detrimental, in some respect.

 

You, on the other hand, snuck into this contest with a week to go, and that means you’re the least known, the one we all have to catch up on.  Guess it’s a good thing I’ve had those two previous matches with you, and have kept up on you even before this match came about. 

 

Truthfully, you’re more show then you are challenge.  You roar big, but you bite small.  Take for instance your match with Kyle Cross, where you both wanted something amazing, spectacular to present to the Canadian fans on March 13^th.  You hyped it up, made us think we were in for a treat, and what happened in the end?  Well, as usual, you fell flat on your face.  Cross, on the other hand, didn’t put as much into the promotion and focused more on the match itself, and we all know what the results of that were.

 

I guess that explains why you needed to make that wish in the well, huh?  After all, your in ring abilities have become laughable that resorting to superstition is your final course of action.  Interestingly enough, some good came of it, since you met, slept with and married Miss Jarvis, all within the confines of this week.  Just like your career, you truly are a minute man.  Quick to take, but can you hold on, that’s the question?  Not only the BWF title, but to a woman who barely knows you?  I have no reason to discredit Miss Jarvis, but exactly what reason could there be to be willing to marry the likes of you after less then a week?  If she knew the true you, the man who’s PR campaign is far more talented then what he can do in the ring, then I wonder what the end result would really have been.

 

And that party in Vegas?  Wish I knew you two had been in town, I would have rolled out the welcome mat for ya, got you some discounts at my favorite casinos, cause hey; my home town remember?  I would have made sure you had a wonderful time, cause every moment of celebration and beer drinking certainly can’t help your training, and who am I to miss out on an opportunity such as that.  Still, curious how you pulled off such a stunt, as to threaten an employee in a casino would equal automatic jail time.  I wonder what would happen, realistically, if I presented that footage to the Las Vegas police.  The BWF is not a Dynamite fan, so they may actually be pleased if I did so.  Then again, my worries are more important then your little show, so I’ll pass for now.

 

In the end, Kiddo, you’re hype multiplied, with results that do not compare to the presentation,  and when we clash for the third time this Sunday at Happenstance, the results will remain the same as they always have, with you falling well short of the expectations you promote for yourself.  So, be proud that you stopped drinking and that you got married, because this title reign of yours is going to last all of one week.  Sunday, Elimination Chamber, your wishing well runs dry, and fate takes a twist for the worst, GOT IT?