(It starts with one thing….)
Fade in with music shadowing the
background. It’s a familiar tune, but
far off enough that only certain words get caught as we look around. We’re in the Sommers Gym, with all but one
light off and dark outside. A glance at the
clock shows it to be almost
(It doesn’t even matter how hard you try…)
He smiles, as if those words echo in his mind
along with the song in the air. His
thoughts focused squarely on Lex Demise, and how fitting they whisper of his
chances. He pushes the bag back and
steps away, the single light does seem to follow him and the bag begins to rock
back and forth behind him.
(Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings….)
Moving to the bench nearest, he sits and
stares ahead of him, his smile; thin laced but confident, as he begins to
slowly unravel the tape from his fists.
The swinging of the bag blocks the single light as it swirls in two
directions, casting a strange surreal visage upon Chamelion.
(It’s so unreal….)
As he continues to pull the tape from his
hands, he speaks, softly, but firm… yet we’re still forced to move closer, so
we don’t miss anything he may have to say.
“A
dream, he says. Living a dream? Who does not live the dream when they
accomplish what they set out to do? Is
not reaching for our dreams, the very substance that gives us purpose? Ah, but Demise, like so many before him,
steps up to the front of line, even though not earned, eager to go for the
brass ring, to sneak in under the crack of the door and saunter forth to glory,
where others of more talent and devotion, wait stuck on the other side.”
(Watch time go out the window…)
“Certainly
it may be non title, but what would a victory grant Lex Demise? Number one contention, probably. Notoriety? Most
assuredly. It’s common knowledge that
having a victory over The Chamelion puts you on the map, championship or
not. So many want to try, so few ever
succeed… even if that success is for but a fleeting moment. But Demise indeed has stepped up to the
plate… says my time is short, that in a few short days my dream will end, and
I’m going to lose.”
Chamelion lifts his head so that his eyes,
dark and glittering, center their focus into the camera, right into your
hearts.
(It all fell apart…)
“So,
Lexi, if you are going to be such a thorn in my side, why did you wait till the
match was over? Why wait to see The Chamelion win the HiC Championship before
you came rushing out with your Pandora Box poetry? Because you knew, inside, that I am what I
say I am… the best this business has to offer.
You waited cause of greed, not because you wanted to make a
statement. You’re no different then
anyone else… hell, you’re about as cliché as the rest of them.”
(But in the end, it doesn’t even matter….)
“You may
not get the title with a victory on Monday, but that’s not where your greed
lies…not entirely. You watched from the
shadows, behind the curtain, itching to come out and bathe in the spotlight
that I earned that night. And you did
just that, attacked me after two intense matches, thus showing the world just
how powerful, amazing and better then Chamelion you are…. Yeah, right. What you are, Lexi, is the kid standing
against the wall, watching everyone else get picked for the teams, wondering.. “who’s gonna pick me, do I get to play??””
(Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme)
“I can
name a dozen or so who’s only hope for a moment in the spotlight is to come
rushing out that back when a world title match is over, and attack those who’d
already been run through the ringer. You
want to make yourself look good, and that’s the only way it’s ever going to
happen…. Attack a man when he’s down, that’s fine.. I’m not above doing the
very same thing. Difference? I’ve been in this ring, proven myself. You? Ya come in, beat down VDP after they’ve
had their matches, and say “Look what I did!! Look what I did???””!
(In spite of the way you were mocking me….acting like I was
part of your property…)
“’Yes
hunny,” says your mommy… “You caught the fish when it was already on land!”
Smirking and shaking his head, Chamelion
rolls his eyes.
“Next
time, Kiddo… get your hands dirty and earn the job well done.”
Finishing the one hand, Chamelion starts on
the other one, without losing his momentum.
He snorts.
“And trying
to use my material? Doesn’t look good on ya, Lexi… never did. So many have tried. It’s like each and every new kid on the block
comes in, picks up the play sheet at the front desk and reads from it when they
try to make an impression against me. They
say I’m living a dream… but who doesn’t when they’re world champion? They say I’m going to lose… doesn’t everyone
at one point or another… they say I’m not as Devious as I say I am… Ask XTC
about that one, he’s not been around since I left him as a Krispy Kritter in
the swimming pool.”
(Remembering all the times you fought with me….)
“Demise,
you, like all before you, are like first time stand up comedians… you use other
people’s material to get a reaction, hoping beyond hope that you have the
charisma to make it work better. Sorry
to tell you this, but you failed miserably.
Hell, I had more fun trying to decipher
(You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore…)
“I’m not
the same Chamelion you remember, Demise.
Dunno if you been keeping up, but I’m far more
vicious, devious and powerful then I ever was before. Yes, it’s true you got your chance against me
next week. But if you think after going
through my own allies VDP, Showtime, Lance Strong, Dalton Campbell, and so on…
you have any better of a chance against me….then I hate to burst your bubble,
but the one living in the dream world, isn’t me… it’s you….”
(Not that you knew me back then….)
Tossing the tape to the floor, Chamelion rubs
his hands together, the bag’s swinging long since stopped and he grabs a towel
near him and wipes his face.
“Divine? God amongst men?? I have to say, about time someone figure it
out!! I like that, I think I’ll keep it. The Chamelion, God amongst Men!!! Hehehehehe,
has a nice ring to it, I think. I
remember when Marcus Collins called me ‘The Name’ in the business. Such high praise, and I like it. But as for being revoked, and seeing proof
to that… all I see is that Lex Demise, with a favor from Dalton Campbell, gets
to face the HiC World Champion on Monday… and get his ass handed to him in his
first week. Hell, maybe
(What it meant to be, will eventually, be a memory.)
“When
Monday’s over, Lexi, this huge dramatic entrance you made will have already
fizzled and left to the back burner to be forgotten and lost in a sea of
hundred of other dramatic comebacks.
You’ll melt into the crowd, all but forgotten in your quest to end the
dream of the Chamelion. But I give you
credit for trying, you got your moment in the spotlight… maybe the best shining
moment of your entire career… too bad it didn’t have the ‘Impact’ you wanted… “
(Pushed as far as I can go…)
“As I
wrap this up, to let you have time to digest the truth I’ve bestowed upon you,
Lexi… I sense inside you a grudging respect for the Chamelion… I hear it in the
words you spoke; “Up till now, you've
been able to back everything up in the ring.”
And you’re right… I have.
(But for all this, there’s only
one thing you should know….)
But unlike your expectations of it ending next
week, I see it continuing for a long time to come… I came here to make my mark
on the HiC, and Sunday, I did just that… and next week, you get to be the
first.. the first to get bested by the new HiC World Champion… it’s an honor,
and you should be very proud… for if you must have a mark in the loss column of
your HiC Career.. getting beaten by the very best, is nothing to be ashamed of.”
(In the end…)
“Oh, and
I don’t need to whisper this… GOT IT?”
Excellent!!!
(you don’t even matter….)