I fight a battle every day
Against discouragement and fear.
Some foe stands always in my way
The path ahead is never clear.

I must forever be on guard
Against the doubts that skulk along.
I get ahead by fighting hard.
But fighting keeps my spirit strong.

I hear the croakings of despair,
The dark predictions of the weak.
I find myself pursued by care,
No matter what the ends I seek.

My victories are small and few.
It matters not how hard I strive.
Each day the fight begins anew.
But fighting keeps my hopes alive.

My dreams are spoiled by circumstance.
My plans are wrecked by fate or luck.
Some hour, perhaps will bring my chance.
But that great hour has never struck.

My progress has been slow and hard.
I've had to climb and crawl and swim.
Fighting for every stubborn yard.
But I have kept in fighting trim.

I have to fight my doubts away
And be on guard against my fears.
The feeble croaking of dismay
Has been familiar through the years.

My dearest plans keep going wrong.
Events combine to thwart my will.
But fighting keeps my spirit strong
And I am undefeated still!

 

                                  --- S. E. Kiser

 

Powerful words to live by.  Always know that no matter who stands in your way, or what they try to do to take you down, you have the power to survive, to obtain that which you seek.  To truly be undefeated in the long run. 

 

Even those who would call me friend, now seek to take me down.  I do not blame them, for I too, seek the same end.  The HiC World title is no mere trinket.  It defines who is the best, who has strived above all others to reach a pinnacle so few will ever truly earn. 

 

But to reach that goal, so many things will have to happen.  Betrayal, mistrust, lies, deceit.  Has this what the HiC world title has become, is this what it has made us be?  Are we so low, so evil, that we would do anything, hurt anyone, just to be called Champion?

 

“Darn straight!!”

 

We open with Chamelion sitting on the floor in his small apartment, back against the couch and elbows on the glass coffee table.  Dressed in black knee length shorts and a soft green T-shirt, Chamelion is staring at the television set, which is currently on pause from a recent HiC Promo show.  Smirking softly, Chamelion then is startled as thunder claps outside and rain begins to pour down, striking the windows, as if begging to be let in.  Turning his head, his smile reappears.

 

“Hmm, looks like we’ll be getting free car washes tonight.”

 

Cracking his neck as he rotates it. Chamelion turns back to the TV.  Having just finished watching the most recent promos for Twist of Fate, he finds it interesting that the only ones to show any true effort towards the big event to date, is all the members of VDP.  If anyone needs a slap in the face to see just who really does dominate the HiC, they only need to see that when it comes to Halloween Parties, PPVs, and over all creativity… VDP is where it’s at.  Now, the PPV, and beyond.

 

Oh, yes, they know Dalton set up the matches in such a way that VDP would have no choice to fight each other.  But Chamelion laughs, ‘cause this isn’t the M.O.A.  Going to town on each other, with the desire to be champion, is exactly what VDP is about.  It’s about competition, success and dominance.  No true champion can be crowned, who is afraid to face friend and foe alike.  Chamelion knows this, and Chamelion is ready for this.  Hell, Chamelion was BORN for this. 

 

Of all the nights, of all the opponents, could Chamelion have lucked out any better?  Even with Deathsun on the opposing team, three members of VDP can easily work to take out some of the biggest names in the HiC.  Sirus Moran, Raizzor, Lance Strong and the President himself; Dalton Campbell.  I mean, could it get any sweeter then if you actually poured real sugar over them?  No, it’s like being handed the winning lotto numbers in advance… it’s precious.. sooo precious…

 

“Ok, that’s the last reference to Lord of the Rings I’m using tonight!”

 

Chamelion pulls himself up onto the couch, yawning and stretching.  He clicks off the TV with the remote and tosses it down next to him.

 

“Well, well, well.  HiC Fans, do you see what’s happening?  Or, do you see what you THINK is happening?  Deathsun, Platinum, Chamelion.. one match… only one can walk into the final main event of the night as the HiC World champion, to defend against the winners of the other two Twist of Fate matches… the combinations are endless… well, except for one defining factor you can count on.  Chamelion will be HiC World champion that night, and not just for the one match… I’ve already had that experience,.. and this time, when it’s over.. I’ll be the champion.. but I have some interesting potholes to consider in my road to the championship.”

 

Stroking his chin for a moment, Chamelion focuses his thoughts and then giggles.

 

“You have to admire Lisa Lorenzo.  I mean, first of all, she talks in pauses, which immediately reminds me of Captain Kirk….you wonder if she has a few circuits loose or something.  Then, she acts as if she really has a chance to win the HiC world title??  Well, ok, in all fairness I’ll grant she has talent.. she is VDP remember?  But she talks like a man sometimes, you wonder if someone else is pulling her strings..as masculine as she acts!   But the biggest problem is her mistrust of me.. it’s annoying.  She’s so expecting me to turn on them, she’s missing the fact that I’ve already all but declared I will do whatever it takes to win that night.  That means I can not be trusted… from opening bell to ending bell, Chamelion IS on his own… oh, I’ll work strategy, get Deathsun, Platinum and I down to the final three of our match… that’s business, but they know the whole time what I’m thinking, and I know the whole time what they are thinking….there’s no secret here, Lisa…like the fact that even when you thought the camera had shut down, I had a secret second camera record your escape, your tears… you’ll break down all on your own, kiddo.. ya don’t need me for that! “

 

Sitting forward into a better position, he stares intently our way.

 

“Do you really so desire to enter the ring with yours truly at the end of the night? Chamelion vs Lisa Lorenzo?  Is this where you really feel it’s bound to go?  For the world title, taking a woman apart in the ring is no issue for me… Like I said once before, the only difference between the Chamelion of today, and the Chamelion of the past is morality.  I don’t have any… you’ve seen the examples of that… and it won’t end there.  I’m in no mood to play little kids games anymore, or to give away something I’ve rightfully earned.  This night is centered around ME.. not you, not Deathsun.. no one else, but ME.. Read between the lines… put together WITH Sirus Moran… not against, means I don’t have to be the one to pin him.. and he is a frightful challenge indeed.. My Brother, across the ring… I know him better then anyone in any federation… Dalton?  Who’s last real hurrah was to get beaten fairly by The Chamelion at Ground Zero?  Lance Strong who in just a few hours is going to be put out to pasture much like Fallen Angel was Thursday night.  And exactly what does that leave me to worry about?  Hmm, XTC?  The only real worry I have about him is the static electric charge I may get if we happen to tag.  Ha!  It’s a dream team alright… and a nightmare for everyone else.”

 

Licking his lips and standing up.  Chamelion walks into the kitchen and we follow him closely behind. He opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of ice water.  Opening the cap, and taking a quick drink, he sighs in contentment.

 

“But it’s time to focus on the present… and that would indeed be Lance Strong… so, why don’t you all follow me back to the living room, and we’ll get right to that…”

 

Heading back to the living room, we follow as Chamelion gets himself situated…

 

To Be Continued on Tempest RP Board