**The scene begins rather
blurred… .we hear the sound of a heart monitor… the steady beep-beep of it can
almost be relaxing. We focus in,
and find ourselves in a strange, ethereal
dream. It’s a hospital room… and four
individuals are in it.. it appears to be the four from the World Title Match at
Hardcore Harvest… but they’re robots, not human… and the scene, seems so
familiar… till we realize it’s the death scene from Transformers the Move, and
each of the four, play a distinctive part….. We see Payton-Ceptor, hovering
over a monitor, and he turns, eyes sad and declares…**
PAYTON-CEPTOR: I fear the wounds are fatal.
**It’s then we notice a rather small addition to the room.,
three year old Daniel Sommers is with the group.. and he looks up sad to the one
in the bed… who happens to be Showprime…**
DANIEL: Prime, you can't die!
**Eyes wet, Showprime pats Daniel on the head and tries to
comfort him despite the pain of moving**
SHOWPRIME: Do not grieve. Soon I shall be one with the Matrix.
**We then see Chamrod, standing to the side, looking both
concerned and even a little ‘hungry’ for the HiC World Title that is around
Showtime’s waist.
CHAMROD: Prime... *then under his breath* It’s a world tile, not a
damned matrix !
**He keeps silent as Showprime reaches a hand up, and it’s
taken gently by non other then Duncan Magnus…**
SHOWPRIME: Duncan Magnus, it is to you, old friend, I shall pass the
Matrix of leadership, as it was passed to me.
**Duncan Magnus’s eyes go wide, he can not believe of all, he
would be chosen.. surely there are some that are better? MANY that are better??
Hell, all of them are better….
DUNCAN MAGNUS: But, Prime, I'm... I'm just a midcarder. I'm not worthy.
**In the background, Chamrod nods in agreement… but it’s
missed**
SHOWPRIME: Nor was I... but one day a wrestler will rise from our ranks,
and use the power of the Matrix to stand in the spotlight like no other!
**Showprime reaches down and unlatches the HiC World Title. The others look
upon the HiC Title with awe as Showprime removes it from around his waist.**
SHOWPRIME: Until the day... till all are one...
**Showprime drops the title. ChamRod reaches to catch it, a soft glow surrounds
him as he does. He holds the title in
his hands, awed and a little happy with it.. till he hears a clearing of
someone’s throat.. thinks ‘oh yeah’ and then hands it to Duncan Magnus, who
places it around his own waist. As the
four watch, Showprime's body turns a charcoal gray and, laying his head to one
side, he dies. The others mourn for a moment, out of respect, and Daniel cries
heavily, when Chamrod speaks up..**
ALL THE OTHERS: I AM!!
**The leave the hospital room, chatting lively, when everything goes black and Chamelion wakes up startled in bed.**
CHAMELION: Damn it.. WHEN am I going to learn not to have Anchovies and Jalapeno pizza before bed??????
**Chamelion slides out of the bed and heads to the kitchen, where he opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of cold ice water. He looks lost in thought..**
CHAMELION: Matrix… title.. matrix.. matrix.. Why does that seem so familiar?? Matrix…. OH YEAH!!!!!!
**Snapping his fingers, Chamelion leans against the kitchen counter and smiles heartily**
CHAMELION: I have a match with Jonathon Cage on Monday!!!
**That acknowledgement seems to wake Chamelion completely up and he stretches and smirks**
CHAMELION: Only a few days have passed since my epic struggle at Hardcore Harvest.. my body has not yet recovered in full, but that is fine.. I will be in shape by the date of our meeting, Cage… I had to go back, do some research to get an idea about who you were… seems you favor heavily on the Keanu look… very spiffy.. loved his movies.. cant wait for the next one.. maybe knowing I had match with you and that damned pizza was the cause of that strange dream.. I do not know.
**He takes another sip of water, thinks a moment and then continues on.**
CHAMELION: It seems even though I’ve finally waded through the intense warfare with Mackaveli, Duncan and the others.. I still have to acknowledge them in some regard, specifically of course, the HiC World Champion.. Duncan Aries… Duncan.. did you get your head knocked in so hard in our match, you didn’t hear half of what I said to you just hours after the war? I made no excuses.. save for fact: My body quit.. it found it’s limit.. and that limit was two matches and four men bent on my total annihilation.. and in the end, did any of you do it? No.. we were eyes to eye.. when my own body gave way.. .it’s a good thing you don’t gloat, Duncan… cause that itch in the back of your mind will always remember who it was that grabbed your hand and pulled you to safety.. I was also the one who said first that we can part company for now… unless you provoke Me… even after all is said and done, you still paraphrase everything I say, and try to make it your own… trust me kiddo, you want to remain champion… get your own material!”
**Another drink, another pause…. Then he moves forward**
CHAMELION: I do want to send out a small nod to Mackaveli, who put a hell of a fight into our match… that you choose to go after Duncan right away is foolish, but I commend you on the craziness of the scheme…
**He stretches, yawns and moves to the living room, where he sits comfortably on the couch.**
CHAMELION: Before I go any further though, as my mind clears from it’s sleep educed haze… I’m forced to acknowledge what I saw at the PPV, and the implications of it… the return of Nightmare.. I did not think it was possible, I did not think him to still exist.. this is a twist I find most disturbing.. again, he lays my brother to waste, along with the Corpse and Sirus Moran…his power is legend, his destructive nature unparallel, but I have to know.. who controls him now… and how? I was the one who first found him, first brought him to the PWA… perhaps it’s time the most devious SOB in the business, finds out first hand, just what this new Nightmare is up too… and if possible.. end it.
**He frowns, a very solemn look upon his features, and he redirects his thoughts to a more pressing matter.**
CHAMELION: Woondang, there is much I want to say to cover the comments you’ve recently made against me… I do want you to know I’m not ignoring you… I feel that however, I should devote a complete promo against you with no others in the way…. And you will be seeing that very shortly.. perhaps even by this weekend… since our confrontation is not yet decided… but I’m pleased you accepted my challenge… I find it interesting you skirted the issue of a tag-team match.. perhaps you are more aware and understanding of what I really am capable of… and you don’t wish to put Deathsun in harms way? Very commendable..
**he pauses once more, smiles devilishly and almost giggles with his next comments**
CHAMELION: I was told, by a little birdie, that my ability to play the word game is very appreciated by many here in the HiC.. that I can verbally joust with the best of them… in fact, that I can turn words and names around on my opponents, is legend to some… but Woondang, trust me.. you have seen nothing yet…in fact, I have come up with a little poem, especially for you, to commemorate from now on, how I will address you…I shall leave you, to listen to this little lymric, and think carefully just how mean, devious and vicious I can be… have a great night… I’ll be seeing you soon…
**Chamelion takes a drink of water, then a deep breath, and clears his throat.**
CHAMELION:
He drinks by the gallon, What others drink by the glass.
He drives without mercy, he’s nothing more then an ass
I do not like his attitude, he’s riled up my ire
I’m going to whoop his ass, Cause Chamelion’s on fire.
With Deathsun he has gold, the titles of a tag team
I challenged for them, he seems frightened it seems
But when we clash, in the ring you’ll see Woondang lie….
Because he is nothing more, then a piece of Poontang Pie!
FADE