“MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

Fast fade in, as Raizzor is stalking down the hallway to Chamelion’s apartment.  He reaches the door and slams his fist against the solid wood frame.  It cracks under the force of the blow, and he stands there, his long dark hair shrouding his face.  A neighbor opens her door, peaking out at the outburst and Raizzor spins. She gasps and slams her door shut and then a click behind Raizzor and he turns back.  The door opens and Chamelion stands there, innocent face void of any emotion other then curiosity.  He peers at the crack in the door and looks back at his brother.

 

“You knocked?”

 

Ignoring the comment, Raizzor pushes forward, knocking Chamelion back into the apartment and he slams the door behind him.  He walks past Chamelion and slams his fist again, this time into the wall.  A picture of Chamelion and Sandra falls from it’s nail and crashes to the floor, the glass cracking.  He slams his fist again, and again, as his rage flows free from his body.  Chamelion quirks an eyebrow.

 

“Something vexes thee?”

 

Whipping his head around, Raizzor pulls the hair from his face.  The crease in his forehead definitely puts him near an uncontrollable rage, but how he’s managed to hold it in check this long, is a mystery.  He crosses his arms, in an attempt to keep them in check, and leans heavily back against the wall.

 

“You wanna tell me why you attacked me at Twister yesterday? What possible reason you had for slamming a sledgehammer into my gut??”

 

Blinking, Chamelion digests the accusation for a moment, a slow smile creasing across his features.  Folding his arms in near identical posture to Raizzor’s, Chamelion props himself back against the cracked door.

 

“Brother, if I’d wanted to strike at you, I would have done it face to face.  No, someone is out to set up VDP, and they knew exactly where to strike.  Electrocuting XTC…which should have been a done deal anyway….smashing you with the sledgehammer… they are all ploys.  No, Brother, it wasn’t I that did it.”

 

Glaring intently at his brother, Raizzor desperately searches for the truth in his younger sibling’s words.  Moments tick by as the two stare solemnly at each other and after struggling with his internal thoughts, Raizzor is forced to conclude his brother is being completely honest.  With this revelation, Raizzor physically relaxes and uncrosses his arms.  He does not look the slightest apologetic for his behavior and rage, but he does seem a little less explosive.  However, his scowl quickly returns in response to a different thought.

 

“Perhaps so, lil brother.  But what the hell has happened to you?  You nearly kill XTC on Monday, you join up with Vulgar Display of Power and try to take out the Corpse…which, someone actually ended up doing… you’ve become unstable, and it’s scaring your family.”

 

Grinning, Chamelion pushes off the wall, arms at his side and with a light bounce in his step, passes Raizzor and heads into the kitchen. He hums to himself a little as he pulls open the fridge and pulls out a cold bottle of water.  He turns, unscrewing the cap.

 

“I’m FREE, brother.. .Free…I came so close to never getting to be in the ring again, and I found a way out… and it freed me.  XTC wanted to play games, he found out I don’t play anymore.. I’m the hunter, never the hunted.. not again.. and Corpse?  Well… let’s just say what I did was a thank you for the gift I received!”

 

Startled, Raizzor jerks forward and grabs Chamelion by the shirt.  The sudden movement causes Chamelion to spill some of his water and he gets a very dangerous look on his face.  Raizzor hisses at him.

 

“You didn’t make a deal with the CABAL, did you?? DID YOU?”

 

Grabbing Raizzor’s hand, Chamelion rips it free of his shirt, along with actually RIPPING his shirt as well…he spits on the floor, his face red in anger.

 

“So what if I did???  I needed what they had to be well again!  I saw the pretty little game you played, brother… but don’t think just cause you and Jacob got rid of Nightmare and he found his precious little identity, it was all over….but hey, it was a one time deal… send a small message to the Corpse that things are not safe and then I was free to do whatever I wanted.  What happened with the Corpse after that, well, that was someone else… I have bigger fish to fry, as they say… so get off it.  I’ll do what I need to survive, just as you would.”

 

Shaking his head, Raizzor tries to compose himself but the emotions in the room are too thick to really breath, and he struggles to speak without blowing up.

 

“I can’t believe the way you have changed, Mark… “

 

Interrupting, Chamelion pulls the mouth of the water bottle away from his lips.

 

“I haven’t changed..  I improved! Which is more then I can say for you!  You’ve never changed brother… and you became stale! Hell, the only way you could ever obtain a title was to take Sirus Moran’s SPARE tag title… what a lame way to be in the spotlight again!”

 

“Sirus is a friend, Mark… which seems to be more then you have been recently.”

 

“I’m doing what I need to do for myself, I finally learned that was the only way I was going to make it in this business. Screw everyone else… I’m going back to the top… no matter who I have to step on to get there!”

 

Raizzor licks his lips, slow to say his next thought.

 

“Even Deathsun?”

 

Chamelion stops short, savoring the water in his mouth. He swallows, and smiles.

 

“He’s on reprieve.  I’ll follow VDP like a good little lamb for now.  We share similar goals and they are worthy allies.  But I know what I want, and someday I will take it.  They understand this.”

 

Raizzor scoffs.

 

“Do they?”

 

Nodding, Chamelion takes another sip and continues.

 

“Yup.  They know I’m in it for the team.  It’s one reason I challenged Bronx Williams to a match… figured since he was a thorn in the side of VDP, I’d take a pair of tweezers and rip it out.  Bronx wanted to get cute and make it a Japanese Death Match… but with the new HiC rules, that’s not exactly going to be the case…unless they can come up with a way around it… I don’t care what kind of match it is.. I’ll go in, I’ll fight him, I’ll break him down… and I will give the pieces that are left to VDP as a gift….leaving one less obstacle in the way on our path to dominating the HiC.”

 

“Confident, aren’t you?  I wonder how far you’re going to get, after what Deathsun did to Campbell on Thursday.”

 

“Hmm, oh, that?”

 

Smirking and laughing softly, Chamelion finishes off the water and tosses the bottle in the trash next to the fridge.

 

“Sometimes the only way to get a message across to someone is to deliver first hand… without mincing words.  Dalton got what he deserved, but we’re not worried about fines.  Your Tag-team partner can only issue fines on what he sees.  He didn’t see anything, he wasn’t in the office.  He also can’t fine us on XTC, he has no proof.  He’s a man obsessed with power, brother, he always has been. He acts like he doesn’t care much for the chances he gets, but he does.. he’s as power hungry as you, me or anyone else.. he just hides behind a friendly face.  He’ll backstab you too, ya know!”

 

Sighing in frustration, Raizzor turns towards the door, no longer wishing to be in the same room with Chamelion.

 

“Say what you will, brother, but we both know you’re the paranoid one around here. Not me.”

 

“No?”

 

Chamelion comes around from the kitchen and blocks Raizzor from leaving.

 

“Have you paid attention about what’s going on here?  Next week you battle Fallen Angel… you come back as a tag partner and almost immediately are into singles matches against a man who’s been itching for you for months… no conspiracy you say?  And the PPV?  We’re on opposite teams… it means we may fight each other.  Now, let me be straight with you, Michael… we get in the ring and I’ll rip you the shreds just the same as any other man… Except for Duncan, I have a team I don’t have to worry my back about?  But you?  Again, it’s called ‘conspiracy’.  If anyone has reason to be paranoid.. it’s you… I, on the other hand, see opportunity knocking…I put on a great showing in my match, I have a chance down the line to get whatever I want, however I want to get it.  And it will all be for the glory of VDP!”

 

Pushing Chamelion to the wall, though not very forcefully, Raizzor steps around him to the door, opening it.  He turns to face his brother.

 

“You’ve become sick, Mark… no matter what happens, you’re on your own.. and you’re right, we meet in the ring at the PPV… there will be hell to pay… but be sure you have enough to cover your toll… cause you will be the one on the trip to hell!”

 

Raizzor slams the door behind him and Chamelion scowls.

 

“Man, this is my promo, and he gets the tag line?”

 

Fade out.