Sitting down and getting comfortable, Chamelion takes a sip of his water.  In the previous segment, Chamelion was very vocal over the situations regarding the upcoming PPV.  But for Lance Strong, he knew he needed a different audience… one more attentive to the immediate concerns of the HiC and Tempest.

 

“Nearly a week has gone by, and the HiC has been very silent.  It concerns me, actually, that for tonight’s show, there has hardly been any heat… HiC Programming has been down, rating scarce, and if not for the PPV and the intentions of VDP to walk away the dominate force, the only clue to the HiC functioning would be the postings on it’s website by fans and athletes alike.  It’s enough to make one wonder exactly in which direction the HiC is heading.”

 

“But in truth, we do know that answer.  VDP has dominated so much, it has frightened all others away… especially the one man who really was adamant he would tear a hole through the center of VDP and bring it to a crashing halt.  That man is non other then Lance Strong.”

 

“Where are you Lance?  Did I cover everything you could say so well the last time you are at a loss for words??  Maybe you’ve actually admitted to yourself you’re out of your league.  It would mark you as the very first intelligent HiC member outside of VDP… to fully realize the gravity of the situation you are in.  Even though VDP does not know who attacked you last week, we certainly know who will be responsible for your pain this week.”

 

“I’ll admit, I work so much better with inspiration and motivation, and you have given me neither.  I know you’ve been around, I’ve seen you in the hallways, but to trash you without a fight is a little bit depressing.  Perhaps I should just take you completely out… finish the job now so you don’t even make it to the PPV?   What choices one has.. “

 

“It doesn’t matter, not really. Chamelion is going to give VDP another present tonight… maybe even prove to Lisa Lorenzo I’m not such a bad guy, cause….”

 

Chamelion is interrupted with a pillow thrown into his face.  He pushes it away and stares up at Psycho Sandra, who’s just come from the bedroom….

 

 “What’s the matter, sexy? Have a little crush on madam bitch-a-alot?”

 

 Blinking, Chamelion shrugs.

 

“Harmony within the stable is always a positive thing, Sandra, dear?”

 

“Harmony? Oh, don't worry, I'll give you plenty of harmony.. I make pretty good music hammering a beat out of whiny girl skulls when I'm unhappy..”

 

 Sandra slumps down into the easy chair to the side of Chamelion.

 

 “And don't think I'm not ready to get my share of the fun. I've been waiting long enough to—“

 

“Okay okay... I get the picture. Besides, it's not my fault if she has a little crush on me. I have such charm ya know!”

 

 Sandra growls and kicks Chamelions leg under the glass table.  

 

“Just don't forget... that charm belongs to me!”

 

Laughing, Chamelion nods.

 

“You want to have a go at Lisa, Sandra dear… I’ll let you have the floor once I’m done, okay?”

 

Smiling darkly, Sandra nods.

 

"Well, aren’t you the generous one. I'll be sure to bring back that loud mouth of hers once I'm done scraping it from her face."

 

Sighing with a smile, Chamelion turns his attention back to us..

 

“Ahh, now that’s what I call motivation!  Strong, there really isn’t much more to say.. just make sure you don’t chicken out tonight… I want you in that ring tonight.. no excuses.. no games… prove yourself if you can, but show up no matter what.. otherwise, from this day forward, no one will take you seriously…. Well, not that I ever did anyway!  Tonight, kiddo… Lance Strong learns first hand, the true power of the most devious S-O-B in the business today… and that’s all I got to say about that!”

 

Winking, Chamelion turns back towards Sandra, who gives him the evil eye.

 

“Good, now it’s MY turn………”

 

Hmm, To be continued.. AGAIN!