“Chamelion!! Wait!!”

 

We open with Chamelion limping down the hallway shortly after the end of Twister, blood covering him and the most hateful look etched across his face… Deathsun and the rest of VDP are chasing him down, with Deathsun in the lead shouting for him to stop…Chamelion does stop, turns and grabs Deathsun by the collar, slamming him against the wall. The others move forward but Deathsun quickly waves them back.  He stares calmly into Chamelion’s wild eyes.

 

“Man! We’re sorry… we tried to get out!!”

 

Chamelion just stares at him, blood seeping down a gash in his forehead, his body shaking silently…

 

“Want to apologize…?  Then stay the fuck out of my way…. Got it?”

 

Dropping Deahtsun, Chamelion turns and stalks off… Deathsun looks to the others and they share a very concerned look, even Platinum understands the severity of the situation.  They sigh, and turn to collect their gear….knowing for a few days now, The Chamelion will be on the hunt, and best steer clear unless mowed down in his path.  We cut then to Chamelion, slamming open the door to Dalton’s make shift office, startling the President who is packing up his paperwork from the nights event.

 

“Mark…”

 

Wiping his hand across his brow, Chamelion flicks his hand, and splatters of blood crease over Dalton’s leather briefcase.  Dalton allows himself a moment of concern to show…before settling into business mode.

 

“You need to be checked out by our doctor!”

 

Chamelion paces in front of the desk, mumbling under his breath for a moment, before turning his steely gaze onto Dalton…

 

“What’s it going to cost me?”

 

Dalton blinks, not sure he understands.

 

“What?”

 

Chamelion spits blood on the floor, growling at Dalton’s blondeness.

 

“How much is it going to fucking cost me to rip XTC to shreds, hmmm??  How much!?”

 

Dalton gets it now, and he holds his hands up.

 

“Mark, calm down… I didn’t approve of what he did….”

 

A short laugh escapes Chamelion’s mouth, before he lurches forward and rips from the desk another briefcase, and flips it open to reveal the $20,000 XTC left behind.”

 

“Didn’t approve?? Bullshit Dalton.. you took the money, knowing his intentions and you didn’t even warn me!  I don’t care that we’re not friends, but you deemed this place to be violent free lest there be fines… and he delivers you a fucking NOTICE…. “

 

Dalton sighs, and let’s his frustration lead his words.

 

“What about you Mark? You offered to pay $30,000 in advance to get carried away yourself.  XTC just beat you to the punch, that’s all!”

 

Dropping the case, the money scattering all over the floor, Chamelion reaches over and this time it’s Dalton hoisted up by Chamelion’s power.  Dalton blinks, wondering when he get so strong.  Chamelion spits as he speaks, bits of blood getting on Dalton.

 

“Listen, Campbell, and you listen good… XTC is going to pay for what he did tonight… starting Monday but never ending after that… warn him, let him be ready, but trust me on this, no amount of fines or threats is going to stop me… and if you dare try to suspend me, then you’ll just have the rest of VDP hunt him down… and since we represent a massive amount of your star power, you’d best ask which is the bigger loss to your profits… consider this a threat.. a very serious and deadly threat…. “

 

Pushing away, Chamelion stoops and picks up some of the money, wiping it on his face.

 

“This is nothing more then blood money, Dalton, and what happens next… is on your head… .not mine!”

 

Stalking out of the office, Chamelion slams the door.  Dalton, a bit shaken, nods his head… reality settling in.

Cut back to Chamelion, now headed back to his locker room when Lean Bean Miller comes racing up.

 

“Chamelion!  Hold on!”

 

Chamelion turns, his anger only increasing at the sight of the little annoyance.

 

“What the hell do you want, Miller?”

 

Lean Bean stops short, but answers truthfully.

 

“XTC made comments prior to today and now his attack on you… I merely want to give you the forum to retaliate directly to him!”

 

Pausing to digest LBM’s words, Chamelion breaths in deeply, holds it a moment and then exhales in a frustrated sigh… he then nods, and bids LBM approach.

 

“Very well, keep to the subject and don’t ask anything stupid, Miller!”

 

LBM Nods, as the camera man focuses on the two. LBM speaks.

 

“Fans of HiC, I’m here with Chamelion who earlier tonight was brutally attacked by XTC.  Chamelion, honestly, I don’t have many questions, just merely wish to get your thoughts and what you are going to do next!”

 

Chamelion licks his lips and spits, covering the floor in front of him in blood.

 

“Tonight, XTC earned my respect… he attacked me, with every intention of taking me out of the game… but he messed up, and he let Duncan stop him…. Duncan, you worthless piece of shit, next time.. stay out of it… if XTC wants to handcuff me and attack in a girly fashion, let him… the pussy knew he had no other way, and that will sink in very soon… XTC.. ya turned this deadly serious… which I’m sure you knew would happen… and now you got this lizard hunting you down like a rancid piece of meat, one that’s stinking up the HiC and soon will find himself laying in his own pool of blood!”

 

“But I’ll forget about tonight for the moment, and reflect strongly on some of the things you said prior to today…”

 

He stops, a racking cough interrupting and with a strong spit, lands more blood on the floor. LBM is looking very concerned, but Chamelion continues.

 

“Let me make this clear for you, dipshit… no one held you back in the W4F and ECWA except for yourself… you came to me WHINING like a baby because I didn’t give you title shots.. So I did… and what would you do? But not show up for the match…so I removed you from the roster, which lead you to come back WHINING why… it became very frustrating for me to constantly add and remove you from my roster of superstars because you couldn’t make a decision on being there or not… and when you were, I gave you opportunity after opportunity and you blew it every time!  XTC, you are not talented, you’re merely a small fish in a big pond who’s only reason for success is being able to swim under the big fishes belly when they’re not looking. You could never be face to face with one, and hope to survive…it’s not your nature… and it’s not your style.  You may have taken a bite out of the Chamelion tonight, but you failed big time.. because you didn’t finish me off… you left me alive, XTC….and that’s going to be your downfall!”

 

“Should I waste my time on your moronic display of John Moschitta (See OOC)?  I can understand the words you are saying, my problem with you, XTC, is the delivery… and the fact that for as much as you say, you’re actually not saying much at all.  That is why the trash spewing award belongs to you.. and that, pal, is really where the truth lies.”

 

“I hear over and over how “I’m past my prime” or getting too old for the business.. it is a over used cliché used by those with no other source to draw from.  This man who is past his prime is the one hunting you, the one that is going to tear you to shreds and the one who is going to take away your Tempest title on Monday!”

 

“Yeah, Monday pal.. it’s going to be a really big night for the both of us.  I do hope you laugh and chortle about what you did tonight, I hope you do come back with the “Ha, I told you so attitude….” .. cause Chamelion still remembers how you won that Tempest title… how, for a champion, you were left prone and beaten in that ring, your gut ringing from the hard hit of a sledgehammer… and how CLOSE.. hehehehee, you came to not ever getting that shot.  But low, and behold.. I do get my shot… one has to wonder, XTC… why was it made this way?  Why did you get the chance to be the champion and then put in the path of the Chamelion?  Think about it… let the paranoia set in… this place has it out for you, kiddo, you’re nothing more then a target now… and Chamelion is the assassin who the cross-hairs sighted squarely on your forehead!”

 

“Ya know, XTC, you really are one of the most hypocritical, whinny assed people I’ve ever known… after I owned you at Meltdown, you whined and bitched about how much I got away with… so in turn, you attack me tonight, getting away with near murder… you didn’t follow the rule ‘Don’t get mad, get even”…. .. and oh, yes, I’m mad.. but I have no one to blame but myself for letting you get away with what happened tonight, soo, I’m not going cry about it… Monday, I’m going to get even… ya see this blood?  This is the blood of a man who is alive… alive and thinking…. I hope you’ve signed your life insurance policy… cause kiddo, when I get my hands on you… I WON’T leave the job unfinished!  This, I promise you!”

 

Around the corner comes the rest of VDP, and Chamelion signals them over… as they approach, Chamelion stares at LBM.

 

“This interview is over!”

 

And he collapses into Deathsun and Woondang’s arms, letting his body finally give out and the members of VDP carry Chamelion down to the medical area…. As we fade to black.