“Apparently, I’m blazing a path for everyone else here in the HiC….”

 

We open with Chamelion in HiC Headquarters the day after Tempest.  He’s standing in front of a bulletin board that has posted on it, the card for next weeks show.  He wrinkles his nose, an air of frustration around him as he slides his finger down to his match.. a match against Lance Strong.

 

“Had to wonder when this was going to happen….”

 

Tapping the paper twice with his finger, Chamelion spins around and stalks down the hallway.  As he walks, he thinks about last night.  Without much warning, he found himself in a first blood match.. the first match he’s ever participated in.  Well, unless you count his special referee bit in the Panzadise vs. Bloodlust match.  Bronx talked a lot of trash, but he was way out of his league against the most Devious S-O-B in the business today.  Giggling under his breath, Chamelion rubs his hands together, pleased to have done exactly what he promised his allies in VDP.  Bronx was made an example of… the rest of the HiC now understands the true power of VDP.  They take what they want, when they want, and they leave nothing but carnage behind.  But who ever it was that dealt Deathsun a cheap blow last night would learn, soon, first hand, just what kind of revenge even VDP is capable of.  Next on the example list, Lance Strong.  A man Chamelion has known for more then a year.  A man once under Chamelion’s employment in the W4F…the first number one contender for the W4F World title and subsequent Rage Champion.  Oh, Chamelion fully understands the capabilities of Lance Strong… he got to watch him for months, got to know his style, got to know his weaknesses.  And Lance, with his nearly uncontrolled rage towards Chamelion, is going to be the key factor in his defeat.  With a smile of pure confidence, Chamelion reaches the end of the hallway, and turns the corner and waiting there for him,  is Deathsun and Lisa Lorenzo.

 

“So, what’s the word?”

 

Chamelion harrumphs and walks past them…he speaks as they catch up beside him.

 

“You’re both off, no sign of Platinum either.  I, on the other hand, got Lance Strong.”

 

Deathsun stops.

 

“Strong?”

 

Turning, Chamelion folds his arms.

 

“Yeah, go figure.  But it’s cool.  Guy thinks he’s gonna blaze a path through VDP, take us all out.  Seems Bronx Williams said the same thing… so did XTC.  Was not a good idea by the head honchos of HiC to pit him against me, cause this is gonna be a very short ‘revenge’ for Lance.”

 

Deathsun smiles.

 

“Perhaps Bronx will think twice now about what he tries to do… you really pulled through last night..”

 

“Oh come off it!”

 

They both turn to Lisa, who’s eyes are scrunched and her face displays utter distaste.

 

“Mark here just did it for himself. I don’t know why you trust him so much!!”

 

Deathsun goes to retaliate but Chamelion beats him to it, he saunters up to Lisa.

 

“Lisa…dear, dear, Lisa.. you keep that face up, and you’re gonna get unnaturally young wrinkles messing up that pretty face.”

 

Lisa growls at him.

 

“If there’s anything unnatural around here, it’s YOU!”

 

Beaming, Chamelion puffs himself up.

 

“Why, Thank you, Lisa!!  I didn’t know you cared!”

 

With a yelp of anger, Lisa turns on her heels and stalks off.  Chamelion snickers, and turns back to Deathsun, with an annoyed look on his face.

 

“Can’t you two just get along?”

 

Looking back over his shoulder, Chamelion shrugs.

 

“Not me that’s in hate here, kiddo.  Anyway, where were we?”

 

“Lance Strong.”

 

“AH YES!”

 

Clapping his hands together, Chamelion turns back around and the two begin walking down the hall.

 

“So, anyway, I’m expecting Lance’s first approach to be about how I held him back in the W4F..he might even play the ‘Chamelion was jealous’ card too.  I’ve got those two areas covered.  What else do you think he may come up with?”

 

Thinking, Deathsun adds;

 

“Well, he’s out for revenge on VDP, and after all that has happened in the last week, he’s definitely going to put the blame on us for what happened to him.  Was hard enough to get Platinum to calm down as it was.  So, now that makes you the first man in the line for him.”

 

Shaking his head, Chamelion smirks.

 

“Nope, I’m the last.  Strong isn’t even getting by me.  Kid’s got it all wrong though, I didn’t hold him back in the W4F like he thinks I did… and jealous?  That’ll be one to laugh at… when I look at where he is today, compared to me… I certainly have no reason to be jealous.  But then again, he may not even try those two approaches, he may actually come up with something original and intelligent.  That would be soooo cool.  I certainly could use the motivation!”

 

Deathsun stops, causing Chamelion to turn and peer at him.

 

“What’s up?”

 

“Motivation… what do you think the motivation was for the attack on me yesterday?”

 

Chamelion sighs.

 

“Dalton, of course.  They had to be henchmen for Dalton…we really need to start sticking together 24/7… cause you know that won’t be the last of it.”

 

“No, it won’t be… next time we’ll be the ones who do the striking.”

 

“hmmm”

 

Chamelion considers something for a moment.

 

“Yaw know, kiddo, I think I got an idea for that one.”

 

Turning, Chamelion begins walking down the hallway with Deathsun catching up.

 

“And what, my friend, would that idea be?”

 

Laughing, Chamelion clasps Deathsun on the shoulder.

 

“I’ll tell you that a little later on.  I have one more thing I need to do.  Heading down to the studio for a State of Chamelion address.  I’m sure you’ll catch it soon enough, my friend…. And then.. then we can talk.”

 

“Ok, then I’ll catch you in a bit.”

 

Deathsun walks off and Chamelion smiles darkly.

 

“Oh yes, very soon… very soon indeed.”

 

Turning down a different hallway, Chamelion heads for the elevators.

 

To Be Continued on PPV Board