The moment begins in a quiet, soundless
void. We squint to see, but all we are
greeted with is a gentle, repetitive sound of dripping water. We turn our attention in the direction of the
sound, and move slowly closer. As we
travel and the sound of the dripping water gets louder, light begins to fill
the screen. We finally notice we’re in a
hallway, a familiar one at that… and we realize we’re in Chamelion’s apartment
again. The light comes from the
bathroom, and the door is open part way.
We turn and peak in, to Chamelion standing in front of the mirror.
Dressed in simple black shorts and T-shirt,
his face is wet after just shaving, and his hair is tied back in a pony tail
with a rubber band. The drip of the
faucet seems to have him entranced as he stares silently into the mirror before
him. Chamelion regards his features,
trying to understand what so many others have yet failed to grasp. What makes Me, Me… he wonders.
It wasn’t so long ago that Chamelion fought
for the side of justice, but he never was treated as the hero.. just some lucky
crack punk who got too many treasures handed to him. He, he laughs inside of himself, go talk to
Sirus Moran about that… but he just stares even longer.
Sunday was fast approaching and even with all
that he had said, all that he had done.. Chamelion still had plenty of
questions that he needed answered.
Questions about what he had done, all that he had sacrificed to make it
back into the ring. And what did he do
since he came back? Fried one man… possibly sent another off the road… hell,
now there’s the question he’s paid Deacon Frost to eliminate Dalton before the
match on Sunday… are these Devious tactics? Yes. Did Chamelion do all of them? No.. would
anyone believe him? Who the hell cares.
He said it once, it’s all about him… he’s
talked before about being unbeatable… but in the end, sometimes he found
himself coming up short. Others would
laugh then, mock him, ask him ‘where’s the Chamelion you promised?” but all Chamelion does, is smile.. just you
wait, he thinks… when I finally do reach that spot.. I am never letting go of
it… because unlike all the previous HiC World Champions, Deathsun excluded,
this soon to be champion.. isn’t going to stumble and look like a fool… Sirus
let Raizzor lose his title for him, Showtime held the title for maybe a week,
Payton paid off
He turns, noticing us there, and smiles wickedly.
‘Yeah, Hi’ he says with his eyes… the timing of the crew, how convenient. Would almost seem movie like, if not for the
fact he’d invited them to come over.
Grabbing a towel, he dries off his face, and with eyes over the edge of
the towel, he comments.
“Welcome
back, kiddos.. I know you were here just a few hours ago, but inspiration hit,
and you know I never like to waste good inspiration. There’s been some recent developments in the
Twist of Fate scene, so I thought it best if I got them off my chest before I
hit the sack……”
Tossing the towel over the bar of the shower,
Chamelion walks past the camera and leads it back down the hallway. He flips a
switch, illuminating the living room and guides the camera around so he can sit
down in his lazy boy, get comfortable and address the HiC. He grins wickedly, knowing exactly where to
begin.
“Revenge,
sweet Lisa? Since day one you have not
trusted me… and with good reason, I dare say.
When Deathsun and I conspired to turn the HiC upside down and bring
Chamelion into the fold, it wasn’t for your comfort, nor was it your business
to have a say in the matter. No, I’m
here because Deathsun knows that of all the miscreants, deviants and downright
Bastards this federation has to offer… I am, by far, the most talented of them
all. Not only am I skilled in the ring,
oh precious Lisa, I am quite talented behind the game. Why do you think they call me the most
Devious S-O-B in the business today? Why
is it that I’ve never been that well liked?
You know the answer, and it mocks you with every twist and turn you
take.”
“I took
a different route though, when it comes to this Sunday. I could have buddied up to all of you,
planned how as a team we would eliminate everyone else in those Twist of Fate
matches and then, in the main event… ruin Dalton Campbell by having the
shortest, most uninteresting main event where one member of VDP would lay down
for Deathsun to retain his title…but I ask you; what fun is that?”
“But you
see, as easy as it would have been for The Chamelion to play that deceitful
little game, I decided to take an ‘honest’ route and tell all of you to your
faces; ‘Don’t Trust Me!’… because as it’s becoming quite clear, I am the snake
in the grass, and I will gladly strike you when your back is turned. I simply can’t get more honest than that, now
can I?”
Smiling softly, he turns, as if peering down
the dark hallway towards the bedroom.
“As for
my sweet Sandra… she has this extreme jealous streak.. all I had to do was
whisper the slightest of rumors that you liked me and ‘WHAM” instant bullet
with your name on it. Hell, even after I
confided in her that we didn’t like each other, she didn’t care.. all she saw
was the red cape, and her bull like instincts took over. So, now Lisa, not only do you have to watch
yourself around your own stable mate… me… you have a loose cannon out to hunt
you down like so much red meat… told you I was devious.”
“I have
to thank you however, cause up until now, I’d actually been feeling a tad out
of focus about the big event this Sunday.. but you fueled me.. gave me
direction, strength of purpose… I’d have much rather done this in a more
entertaining setting… but anyone can tell a good background story… and I’d
rather just shoot from the hip, so to speak, and send the message very clearly
that on Sunday, as much as you desire a chance to be champion… it takes far
more then that to achieve it…. You got what it takes to be great, Lisa, really…
and as much as we detest each other, I’m actually a bit pleased to be on the
same side as you… just of course, on Sunday, if we come face to face… I know
you’ll have the rage to fuel your power… and I’ll answer that challenge, with
the experience, determination and Devious ability that only Chamelion can
muster… you have my word on that!!”
“Though,
I suppose I am a bit curious as to exactly why you are so enraged with me. Sure, I tease you in our practices, but you
are so easy to infuriate. I know you don’t
trust me. Hell, I don’t trust myself at
times… but there has to be something more underlining then that… will I
backstab VDP? I have no intention of
leaving or breaking up VDP, because they are a means to and end.. a means to my
end. But in the process of achieving
what I seek in the HiC, all of VDP will prosper beyond the riches of the pharaohs. I know what I’m doing, Sweet Lisa… so wake up
from your feverish dreams, believe you are in control all you want… for I
believe you are.. you are in control.
The problem, child, is that the greater control belongs to me…I’d rather
you believe in me, work with me to keep VDP in harmony… but if you continue on
this path, I will take you out before you ruin the greater good…for you’ve
become the thorn in all our sides…straighten up, or be flicked off!!!
Taking a moment to think, Chamelion turns his
head away from us and stares off into space.
We begin to wonder if this promo is over when, even though it seems to
himself, he speaks again.
“Platinum
feels that between Lisa and I, we’re causing dissention in the ranks. He should pay closer attention; Lisa can’t
seem to calm her nerves around me, and as I said once before, I don’t really
harbor any ill will towards her. But
truth be told, she is starting to grate on my nerves too….”
He turns back towards the camera.
“Plat, I
thank you for the compliment of being an excellent tag partner. It’s good to actually have someone on the
same team that I can ‘somewhat’ rely on to narrow the playing field down a bit. But with the prize of the HiC World
Championship looming in the distance, there can be no honor among thieves. We have to eliminate Deathsun, and only by
pinfall can that title change hands in our Twist of Fate match. I assure you that I will stop at nothing to
be the one making that pinfall. So keep
your compliments, as much as they are appreciated, since in a such a short
time, you’re probably going to hate me as much as Lisa Lorenzo.”
Sitting forward, intending to drive home his
words so that they are clear and precise, he loses his smile in place of grim
realization.
“How
does it feel, Deathsun, to have almost the entire federation gunning for
you. Imagine the ego you would have, if
you survive the night and walk away the champion? I bet you’d feel very proud of yourself if
that happened. I know you want the likes
of SNS to make it, but we know that the chances of that are next to zero… maybe
a touch better then oh, say; XTC’s… in truth, you know deep in your heart that
you will very likely be fighting for you life against one of your own. And because we are; without a doubt, the most
powerful organization in the HiC, bar none….and that we fight for the greatest
glory of all, that no quarter will be given, no stone unturned, to wrest that HiC
Title from your grasp. It will be good
for you to lose with honor, and not hold any grudges, especially when it’s I
that walks away the champion…. Because I will keep my word and still run wild
with VDP when it’s all over… and we will show Dalton that the only Twist of
Fate he need be worried about… is seeing every calculated plan of his, go up in
flames…”
Leaning back against the cushions, he relaxes
and smiles again, clasping his hands together.
“The
hours are ticking away, kiddies! Time to
put your game faces on…..Platinum, like so many others, can not see me as
sadistic enough… remember XTC when you say that, cause that’s just a taste of
what the most Devious S-O-B in the business today, is going to do to walk away
champion; GOT IT?”
With a wave of his hand, Chamelion dismisses
the crew, so he can sit there in the dark, alone… one man with a purpose, a
purpose to survive against insurmountable odds… and a chance to finally reach
the pinnacle of the HiC mountain; and no one is going to stand in his way…..no
one.