Time:
“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
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….
Fade