We open with Chamelion walking down one of the back hallways of the Greensborough Coliseum.  He has a bounce in his step and is whistling a tune when he turns a corner and nearly runs over Lean Bean Miller.  Miller breathes a sigh of relief, and Chamelion, looking annoyed, holds up a finger as if to say wait a moment.  LBM nods, and Chamelion turns around, goes back around the corner and walks a few paces.  He stops, takes a breath and turns.. picking up the tune where he left off, he begins back down the hallway, turns the corner and this time does run over Lean Bean Miller, knocking his hard to the concrete floor.  Chamelion takes a few steps before stopping, putting his hand over his heart, and turns with a mock expression of concern.

 

“Oh dear.  I didn’t see you there, Beany!”

 

Angrily, Miller stands, dusting himself off as he gives a most dirty look towards Chamelion, who’s innocent expression betrays no guilt.

 

“You knew I was there, you’re the one who went back around the….”

 

Interrupting, Chamelion waves a hand of dismissal in Miller’s face.

 

“Yeah yeah… ya wanting an interview or something, Beany?”

 

Continuing to straighten himself out, Miller fetches the microphone on the floor and nods warily, knowing he wont get any where with Chamelion on that other issue.  Chamelion smirks at the easy surrender and patiently waits for Miller to collect himself.  Finally composed, Miller eyes Chamelion suspiciously.

 

“Since you had your fun, think you can grant me a few serious moments about your match tonight with Bronx Williams?”

 

Shrugging, Chamelion puts an arm around Miller and scratches his nose.

 

“Sure, why not.  What’cha wanna know?”

 

Stepping away from Chamelion, who gives a look of disappointment on his face, Miller addresses him formally.

 

“Chamelion,  There has been a lot of angst between Deathsun, VDP and Bronx Williams lately, and you’ve made it clear you want to be the one to present him as a gift to VDP.  But we’ve seen before that Williams is no slouch, as he is the HiC Orange Drink Champion.  What’s your strategy going in against the champion tonight, aware of his intentions against Deathsun?”

 

Smirking, Chamelion rotates his shoulders, and squares them up.

 

“Strategy, Beany?  As is usual with The Chamelion, my strategy is to win.  How I get there, well, that’s really dependant on how I want to treat my opponent.  We all saw with XTC I was out for blood… with Williams, I’m thinking Duct Tape.  ..No, don’t look at me that way.  Williams is broken, a piece-meal of a man.  Did you hear his last promo?  He was… well, hard to understand to begin with, and his pronunciation is atrocious!  Night-mere?  A mere night?  Maybe it’s a New York thing, I don’t know.. but it had me laughing… but what did not have me laughing….”

 

His face scrunches up, his eyes grow cold.

 

“..Was being called a weakling.  Apparently Willy hasn’t been paying close enough attention to the most Devious S-O-B in the business today.  We all know, at least those of us with half a brain, that Chamelion is no weakling.  He’s so focused on Deathsun, he’s not looking down on the path ahead to what may trip him up.  Do you know this is my second match in a ROW I’m battling a champion and I don’t even get a shot at the title?  What could be the HiC grooming Chamelion for, hmmm?  I don’t know, but it’s rather annoying to be put into these situations and not be given the prize that goes with it.  But that’s just lucky for Willy, for he should be most grateful.”

 

“Maybe you didn’t hear me, by the way, kiddo.  You come out and comment that you’re much more violent then I’d ever hope to be?  Did you not see last Monday? Were you not aware of what went down?  Kentucky Fried XTC ring a bell?  No, I suppose not.. The way you speak, I wouldn’t be surprised if a snail could pass you by with out being seen… I look into your eyes, Willy, and all I feel is frustration… Frustration at having to listen to you to begin with. Frustration that you could even pretend to BE a thorn in the side of VDP.. and most of all, Frustration that after I show you what an IMPACT I can make of you, I’ll probably get nothing more then a lousy T-shirt.  But no matter, I asked for the match, you wanted it to be a Japanese Death Match, and the HiC agreed only on the condition we do something a little less deadly.  Well, I’m going to leave that up to them to decide.. they want to play it safe, let em… it doesn’t matter the match, location or opponent… kiddo, when I’m done.. Chamelion is the one that will be the thing of Nightmares… and you, well, let’s just say there’s a coffin being built this very minute… and it’s in your size!

 

Dusting his hands off, Chamelion begins to turn away. Then he stops, startling Miller as he grabs the mic out of his hand.

 

“Oh, and Nash, I have no clue why you compare me to the Hulk, but I’ll take the compliment.. what I won’t take is your stupidity.  I’d not be so quick to congratulate XTC on upping me… cause it’s damned near impossible to show yourself as great after nearly being fried to death, bitching like a three year old and going into a triple threat tonight where his chances of winning are astronomical to half a cent… I beat him, I’d beat you and tonight, I’m going to beat Bronx Williams.. ya wanna try to up that one? You know where to find me.”

 

With a wink, and tossing the mic to Miller, Chamelion turns on his heels, and leaving Miller behind, moves on down the hallway.  Miller sighs, collects himself and heads the other way as we fade out.