Everything comes to those who wait, who’s patience and determination shine brighten then even the very sun itself.  In one night, one lone night, The most Devious S-O-B in the business today accomplished everything he set out to do.  Goal number one, prove to himself and to the critics he could do the impossible.  Goal number two, finally.. FINALLY step from the shadow once and for all, of his brother Raizzor….Goal number three, survive and win his Twist of Fate match… and best of all, goal number four….

                                                                                     

HiC World Heavyweight Champion.

 

It tastes sweet to say it, it feels like supple silk on his shoulder.  As we come into focus, and turn our attention towards the New HiC Champion, Chamelion….we find him sitting in his locker room, alone.  Currently, the other members of VDP are no where to be found.   What just went down after the bell tolled, was devastating to them all, and he knew Deathsun was already working hard on formulating revenge.  He remembered clearly the few moments they had alone after making it backstage before the media was all over them.  Deathsun’s anger at losing the title seemed lost to the greeted threat of Thunderwolf, Demise and even the Kumquat Kid.  Platinum seemed a little disoriented, but true to his strength, was holding up well.  Woondang of course went for a beer as fast as possible… Chamelion giving him a glare at what happened during the match, but letting it go for the moment.  Even Lisa Lorenzo was looking at Chamelion a little differently, never getting a chance to ask why he tried to help her earlier in the night….and then they were surrounded by reporters, fans, security… questions flying and Deathsun ranting in rare form.

 

Chamelion however, as is his talent, slipped from view and found his way to the locker room.  Entering and closing the door, he leaned back against it, breathing deeply.  He didn’t like what happened with Demise either, but it wasn’t going to take away from the moment… hell, he knew something had to happen after the world title match.. it was all but cliché.. some things were just mandatory in HiC PPVs… World title matches never had just two opponents, and never ended with a 1-2-3 and that’s that.  Smirking to himself, Chamelion slumped down into a metal chair, and that’s where we found him.  The HiC World title lays on his shoulder as he leans back, looking at the ceiling and eyes glazed over for the moment.  Pulling himself to a sitting position, Chamelion grins his trademark wicked smile.

 

“Didn’t see it coming, did ya?  Didn’t believe me… Didn’t think it was possible, huh?  Well, to each and everyone of you that doubted the Chamelion.. I have just two words to say to you…..

 

F*** You!”

 

Still smiling, but colder then before, Chamelion pulls the World Title from his shoulder and holds it in front of him….

 

“I earned this tonight, I went out there tonight and battled against the greatest athletes the HiC has to offer… I survived being double teamed, I survived my brother… Dalton’s wrath… XTC, Lance Strong… and then….”

 

He pauses, savors the moment.

 

“Retribution on Showtime…like the sweet nectar of freshly picked fruit… the bell sounded Chamelion’s victory.”

 

Looking up for a second, Chamelion licks his lips.

 

“VDP leaves tonight still in possession of it’s greatest prize, though now in my hands.  Dalton wanted us to crack, and we did not… Oh, I could be very angry with what Woondang tried to do… but I told them, before the match we’re VDP… after the match, we’re VDP… during the match; ANYTHING Goes.. and Woondang, well, he took that to heart.  I respect that… admire it even.  To my fellow allies… Dalton failed tonight… failed to take away OUR glory… but he’s brought in some new players… Thunderwolf, Demise…. They’ll pay for what they did… Thunderwolf talks so valiantly how he hit the cry of the wolf on me at AOWF 4…. That’s fine, I’ll just talk about how I beat him to take ownership of the SWA from him…where he hit me with a move, I pinned him 1-2-3… I’ll gladly take a cry of the wolf on occasion, if the end result is this…”

 

Chamelion softly taps the HiC World title.

 

“…Demise?  Didn’t he die or something?  On and off, back and forth… like herpes, he shows up every few months to be a painful annoyance….a little patience, and he’ll be gone too.  Isn’t it interesting how the new, or in this case, returning guy comes in and immediately wants to get in the face of the champion?  Listen, Demise, I’ve been here since DAY ONE, struggling, stumbling, scraping my way up and down the championship ladder… and tonight, I grasped one hand on the tip of the mountain and pulled myself up.  There’s no rope there hanging for you to grab hold of… I suggest if you want to test the most Devious S-O-B in the business today, you get your hands dirty and start climbing kiddo.  It’s a long hard climb, and no one’s got their hand out to give you a lift.”

 

“Lisa Lorenzo… There are so many ways we could go after this… I went out there as VDP tonight, I left as VDP… continue to question me all you want.. but you keep the focus.. you stumbled tonight, but you picked yourself up and immediately took that control back.  You’re valuable to VDP…  and I think had you not been so torn up about me, perhaps you may have even made it to the end.  Decide what’s more important really quick, Lisa… cause VDP is a target now, more then ever.. and we need your rage directed outside of VDP… not inside.”

 

“Deathsun… I didn’t pin you.  That question still remains unanswered if I could.  Triple threats are funny that way, don’t ya think?  But the end result is of course, all that matters… I told you from day one what I would do to win this title, and I kept my word.  VDP survived what Dalton tried to do… but how we deal with it, is ultimately up to you… are we allies? Are we enemies… I’ll accept there is no leader of VDP… I’ll grant you that… but the mantle of Champion is mine now… you going to support this, or is there something yet to settle?  Ya let me know… cause you and I both know there are others out there who are a greater, more dangerous threat then either you or me… I say we show them they’re messing with the wrong force… rub it in their faces once and for all…..”

 

“Finally, Dalton Campbell…..  Nice try kiddo, really.  But before you are too enraged, remember, I never directly shed any blood against you, nor did I ever threaten your wife… you want to try to screw Chamelion over, you come try it the same way I screwed with your plans… in the ring.   Ya got Thunderwolf and Demise playing your game for you now… and Ryan Lewis, the biggest joke the HiC has ever seen?  I watched him enough in the W4F…he may think he has a chance against me, but he screwed himself big time… so don’t even think of letting him anywhere near me… otherwise, my in ring respect for you, will take a terrible turn for the worse.”

 

Standing, Chamelion slowly, methodically wraps the HiC World Title around his waist.  He looks up, eyes glinting through his long black hair.

 

“I think I’ll go gather the gang… head out, have some fun… Thinking I deserve it.”

 

Chamelion turns and goes to the door, he opens it up only to find the Soul-Taker; Raizzor standing in his way.  The two brothers stare at each other for a moment, their faces unreadable.  Then, slowly, Raizzor extends his hand… Chamelion, unsure, tentatively takes it and then two shake hands.  Raizzor then lets go, nods once, and walks off down the hallway.  Chamelion looks at his hand for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin and begins humming to himself as he leaves the locker room, the door closing slowly with a…

 

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