Time: 11:40am Monday Morning.  Location: Somewhere on Interstate 40.  View: Inside Chamelion’s Forest Green Ford Mustang.  In the drivers seat, humming to a song on the radio, Chamelion drums his fingers on the steering wheel, his mind lost in thought.  Weaving through traffic just a bit above the speed limit, Chamelion seems at ease.  In the empty seat next to him, lays the HiC World championship.  He occasionally glances over, to admire it as the sun bounces off the golden belt.  He smiles then, a mixture of humor and sarcasm, and as he turns the radio down, he speaks aloud.  How we get in on this, we’ll never know.

 

Ahhh, to enjoy a nice long drive, alone… music of my choice, to think of the HiC, and what’s about to happen… this is the best time for me.  I don’t do it often, opting to fly instead… but 800 miles isn’t much to get to Roswell from home, and honestly… this is the best way to really focus on my opponents..in ring and out of the ring.”

 

With a short giggle, Chamelion runs through the very recent comments of one Thunderwolf.

 

“It’s like being in a candy store with a ticket for all you can eat.  I dunno where to start, pup.. it’s all so very tasty.  Hmm, ok; how about this… a chameleon is a four legged lizard… I’m Chamelion; Bi-ped, human… current champion.  That good enough for you?  Probally not, okay then… think of it this way.. The I is a choice.. and I need no one’s approval for it.”

 

“You want to remind me of my lost to Kevin Cool?  Go right ahead.. Hell, I lost to Sandra too, remember?  Hmm, Sirus, Raizzor, Marcus Collins, Showtime, the list goes on.. and on.  I’ve lost a lot, and that’s the way this works… just makes the actual victories all that much more sweeter.  Oh, and so you know, yeah, I’ll lose again in the future… that’s life.  I just don’t admit it to the individual I’m against… ya gotta have confidence, kiddo… self doubt does no good!”

 

“And why are you whining so about who interferes where?  Part of the business ya know?  Hell, Showtimes reminds me I walked out of Twist of Fate cause of interference.  Ok.. and the point?  Listen, we all know that interference is par for the course… but being champion means being the one who takes best advantage… which, in of itself, is a sign of being the best… and please, pull out the tapes where you beat me…you keep failing to understand I don’t care….I only care about the parts I like, and I only care about the moment… in this case, beating your pal, Lex Demise tonight.”

 

I’m a ‘heel’, we’re SUPPOSED to lie and only see what we wanna see, moron.

 

“Now, where was I in the last year?  *heh* Doing exactly what I wanted to do…however I wanted to do it… and not giving a flying fuck what anyone, especially the likes of you, thought about it.  One last thing to note; Showtimes wants to goad me into giving Lisa Lorenzo a title shot.. you say if I piss you off anymore, you’ll come in and easily pick the title off of me....fine, if you feel your up to the challenge, go right ahead.  Lisa, Thunderwolf, Platinum…. It doesn’t matter…but do wait your turn… for someone’s already in line…..”

 

Rubbing his chin, Chamelion finally focuses on the man of the hour, so to speak.

 

“Yeah, I’m talking about you, Lexi… I’ll make it all the more sweeter for you tonight…and put the HiC World Championship on the line… you beat me, you can have the title… hell, you’d have earned it.  But that means pinning or making me submit…and I feel those are two efforts, you’re gonna fall short of….but hey, you want to know why I’m here, Lexi?  Is it really rough on those last three brain cells that you need help to understand?  I suppose I could enlighten you, but I fear that I’ll fall back into just repeating what I’ve told so many before you….but you asked, flat out questioned me… I guess I’ll tell you.”

 

He pats the HiC Title, and snickers.

 

“Glory, kiddo, fortune and glory.  Hell, I could be in any business I want, since I am quite the entrepreneur, but nothing holds the stardom power like being a World Class champion of one of the more exciting sports out there today.  Besides, who wants to sit behind a desk all day, pushing papers and having over inflated salaries doing little to nothing?”

 

He stops, a wry smile on his face.

 

“Okay, most people I suppose.  It’s true I didn’t like wrestling at first, and it’s even more true I only got into it to mess up my brother.  But things change, people grow… and after winning my first championship against Tundra… I felt the call of the wild, I guess you could say… and well, ya all know the rest.”

 

Placing his other hand back on the wheel, Chamelion slows down behind a semi, as the other lane is currently impassable.

 

“As for the war of words, my friend… I didn’t claim to win it just yet.. I just know that we’re reaching the point of going into summer repeats… I mean, what else can be said… you say I’m living in a dream… over.. and over…and over again… sheesh.. So what?  I said if I am, then I control where it goes.. and if you think you’re gonna pull me into reality, I’ll just simply tell you I’ll pull you into my dream… and then turn it into your nightmare.  Wow, I’m sure we can get really far spinning our heels on that concept, hmmm?”

 

Rolling his eyes, already bored with Lex Demise.. Chamelion continues for the sake of the business… and of course the desire to have more to shove down Lexes throat.

 

“Tell me, Lexi, how long have you been scraping the bottom of the barrel?  Everyone knows the Raizzor – Chamelion story.  Hell, I lived it, so you’re not telling me anything new.  Ask me, when you are gasping for breath, how much I care what anyone thinks about how I got here?  And while your at it… ask yourself who it is choking the life out of you.. Raizzor.. or the HiC World champion; Chamelion.”

 

“As for that fine line, Lexi… I crossed it years ago… and I like where I am.  I like what I’ve done… I like what I’ve become.  Deserved it?  I’m not here to only earn what I deserve, I’m here to take everything I can… however I can manage to take it.  So you go ahead and question my rights, my decisions, judgments and capabilities… and I’ll tell you that I don’t care what I have to do or who I have to step on.. .Marky is going to continue to run rampant over anyone who stands in his way… and with the HiC World title on my shoulder, stand proudly at the top of the mountain… while the likes of you slip and fall in the mud trying to reach me.”

 

“Was that what you wanted to hear?  Doesn’t matter to me… and you can waste your breath all you want spelling things out for me… you have to at least be near my level to garner any real attention from me….and as your name so aptly applies, you’re about to reach a ‘Demise’ of your own, and then that one fleeting moment I acknowledged your existence, will be snuffed out like a candle’s flame in the wind….*whispers* are you ready…???... *normal voice*  GOT IT?”

 

With a short laugh, Chamelion turns the radio back up, and catches up to the music, humming as he speeds into the fast lane and off into the horizon….

 

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