The scene opens late the night of Tempest in
the locker rooms backstage at the Parkaire Ice Arena. We hear the shower running at full force and
pan around to see Raizzor, leaning against the wall and arms crossed, listening
to Chamelion, off camera in the shower, his voice carrying outwards.
“Now
that had to be one of the most enjoyable nights I’ve had in a long time.”
Raizzor’s eyes narrow, as he shakes his head
subtly. He stays silent while Chamelion
continues on.
“Tarred
and Feathered… that’s a first. I’m still
trying to figure out exactly what kind of statement the Wild one is trying to
send? Don’t matter tho… I knew as World
Champion the entire federation would be on my ass….”
Sighing quietly, Raizzor allows his brother
to continue his rant, comment free.
“Demise
took the easy way out tonight. Knew he
couldn’t get the job done, so switched tactics the moment he saw his grip
slipping on the moment. I like how he
says I lost… as I put another mark in the win column and carry the HiC World
title still… I tell ya, bro… those are the kind of losses I can handle.”
Turning his head sideways, Raizzor finally
comments, raising his voice so it carries back to the shower.
“You’re
over confidence is going to get you beaten to a pulp, little brother, if you
don’t start coming up with some alternatives to cover your actions.”
From the shower, we hear a short laugh.
“Already
got my alternatives… you came out and got me, remember?”
Smirking just slightly, Raizzor turns to face
forward again, still leaning against the wall.
“How
could I forget…. Carrying my little brother, covered in tar and bird feathers
to the back. I’d have laughed if I
wasn’t so morbid.”
“HEY!”
Raizzor does chuckle, as the shower switches
off and moments later, clad in towel, Chamelion pokes his head around the
corner.
“Ya
know, bro, it’s comments like that that’s gonna get you in a heap of trouble!!”
Pushing off the wall, Raizzor walks over and
grabs a towel of his own. He turns,
twisting it in his hands. Chamelion
glares, wiping water from his eyes.
“You
wouldn’t!!!”
His sly smile returning, Raizzor takes a step
forward, aiming at Chamelion who ducks behind the wall.
“Ok!!
Ok!! Sheesh… put the weapon down!!!”
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and as
Chamelion peers around the corner, he gets met with his pants over his
head. Raizzor comments to get dressed as
he goes and answers the door. Standing
there is an eager Lean Bean Miller, mic in hand and cameraman in tow.
“Raizzor,
I was wondering if we could get a few words from Chamelion and you about
tonight’s events?”
Shrugging, Raizzor opens the door the rest of
the way.
“I
suppose…”
Without another word, Raizzor turns and goes
back into the room, and Miller and the cameraman follow in. Raizzor goes back to leaning against the
wall, almost bored, while Chamelion emerges from the shower area, black pants
and white towel around his neck his only attire.
“Hey,
Beany… what’s up?”
“I
wanted to catch up with you quickly about Tempest and all that occurred.”
Nodding, Chamelion tosses the towel on the
bench, reaching for his green fishnet top.
“Shoot.”
Miller nods, and plunges in.
“The
first thing I wanted to ask you was about your match tonight. You made it a World title match, risking your
championship against Demise, even though you knew what kind of odds could have
been stacked against you… why?”
Pulling the top on, Chamelion frees his hair
and lets the water drip over his hands.
“Because,
Miller.. the World Title means you’re the best… but so many times, in so many
feds, I watch the so called best reach the top.. and then do nothing but hide
behind non title matches, stipulations and all but avoiding competition just so
they can hold onto the title as long as possible. Look at the history since the HiC began... in
all the time the title has been in someone’s possession, there’s been just over
half a dozen defenses of the belt. We’re
heading into six months… with an average world title match of once a month… to
me, that’s boring…. And a sign that being the world champion gives the person
the right to slack off…. I’ve never been that way.”
Nodding, Miller goes on.
“That
much I know about you. In the PWA during your title run, you defended the title
every single match, EVEN to go so far and put it up in tag matches… are you
going to do that here?”
“Definitely…
I find it so odd that
From behind Chamelion, Raizzor snorts…
“Goes
against being the bad guy, bro… aren’t you supposed to be running and hiding?”
Turning his head slightly, Chamelion grins at
his brother.
“Bad,
good… they’re just terms.. I mean hell, Demise acts like he’s a ‘hero’ in the
HiC… Thunderwolf thinks he’s ‘loved’… but they sneak attack, hit below the
belt… play dirty tricks… mmm hmm, very professional on their part, really. Now
me, it’s not a matter of being good or bad… I’m just being me. I worked my ass off to be the HiC Champion,
and I’m damned well going to go on proving it every week that I earned it..
despite what the masses may continue to think.”
Miller interrupts.
“So,
for next weeks match, Chamelion vs Platinum is for the World title. Platinum is part of VDP like you, what is
this all about?”
With a short laugh, as if it’s too obvious
for Miller, Chamelion spreads his hands out.
“Platinum
challenged, I accepted. The rupture is
just a reminder that in this game, to be the best means you have to be
aggressive and take the first shot. I
know since the first day he’s not been too thrilled with me, and that’s cool..
we worked together well at Twist of Fate and then we beat each other to a
pulp.. but Chamelion walked out champion.. and now Platinum, diaper full of
shit, thinks he’s deserving… well, I’ll give him his shot… one time only… if he
bests me, fine.. but if not, he can go back on the hunt against Lance Strong…
and be at the level he’s best at.. one step below me.”
Miller approaches the next question with a
bit of trepidation.
“What
was the deal with your approach to President Dalton tonight? VDP has made it clear they want to wrest
control from him, and yet you offer him protection?”
Clasping Miller on the shoulder, Chamelion
puts his face within inches of him.
“That’s
personal business, kiddo, and ya best refrain from being too curious, ok?”
Miller gulps, and moves on quickly.
“Uhh,
sure.. then what about Wild Chylde tonight??
The incident with the tar and feathers?”
Moving back, Chamelion sits down on the
bench, rubbing his chin.
“I’m not
all too sure. Definitely came out of no
where… I mean, I expected Thunderwolf, Platinum, even Deathsun…but Wild? No,
that one was from left field alright. I
did say I would defend the title any time against anyone… That does include
her, but for what reason…Oh, I think I know… has got to be the love interest
she has in Lorenzo.. she must be annoyed that Lisa has finally decided to put a
little faith in me… and Wild’s panties must have gotten tied in a knot. Tonight, she did something rather creative,
and I admire that… but if she wants to wrestle a match with me… she’ll get the
same treatment as anyone else, and suffer the same fate.. and that’s that!”
Miller nods.
“Then
that just leaves the Deathsun – Thunderwolf situation for tomorrow. Deathsun has declared if he loses, he’ll give
his rematch rights to Thunderwolf or Kumquat Kid…. Which means, tomorrow could
very well determine your next opponent should you survive Platinum!”
“First..”
Chamelion glares at Miller.
“…it’s
when I survive Platinum… and second, I don’t know what Deathsun’s deal is, but
he’s been rather anti social since ToF… I think he’s far more upset then he’s
letting on.. and as for the chance that Thunderwolf could earn a title shot
against me…. So what, I already said if he wants it, come and get it. If I have to piss him off to motivate him, of
course I will. I’ve been rather clear,
and only the most thick minded idiots could have missed it all this time… I’m
not scared of anyone, let alone Thunderpup… Demise boasted I’d lose.. I
didn’t…. hell, the entire fed believed they’d walk out champion, but it was I…
No, Miller.. tomorrow’s outcome won’t mean a thing to me… cause I’ll face
whomever is #1 contender with the same grit and determination that I had reaching
this spot!”
“Granted,
I’d much rather it be Deathsun, since he’s VDP… there’s a tad more trust and
acceptance there then with the other choices…. “
Lean Bean then turns towards Raizzor.
“I
don’t suppose you can tell us what this is all about, you hanging with your
brother? Especially after what’s gone
down between you two the last couple of months.”
Raizzor, arms still crossed, barely moves a
muscle or changes facial expression. His
dark voice emanates as he answers.
“People
mistook our competition as a sign of an impending split between us. That happened once and those feelings were
resolved. Chamelion did everything he
could to be world champion, and that included going through me. He did nothing no one else would have done in
the same situation, and blood meant nothing in that quest. But he is my brother, and even though I do
not agree with his association with VDP, I will not stand by to see him out
numbered or ambushed, without doing something about it. Does that answer your question, Miller?”
Nodding one more time, Miller backs towards
the door.
“It..
it sure does. Thank you two for your
time!”
Miller and the camera man are quick to bail
out of the room, and Chamelion grins at his brother.
“How ya
going to explain this to Sirus?”
Raizzor smiles thinly.
“I’m his
partner, and I watch his back! You’re my
brother, I watch your back. I see no
issues.”
Standing, grabbing his gym bag, Chamelion
motions for Raizzor to follow him.
“No, but
Sirus might… as the HiC will have plenty of issues for me soon as well… come
on.. I want to go home.”
The two brothers exit the locker room,
shutting the door behind them.
End