Words have been said, threats have been made.

 

Some would be concerned, others would run and hide.

 

Chamelion, however, takes these things in stride.  He knows he’s being hunted, big men looking for the target on his chest, eager to pull the trigger that takes him down.

 

That’s what it means to be a champion…though, in Chamelion’s case, he feel’s it’s just another excuse for the majority to come clamoring for a chance to be in the ring with the best in the business and try to get a glimmer of shining light cast upon them. 

 

In the past week, Payton Stader, Thunderwolf, Wild Chylde, Demise, and on and on.. either want a shot or to try to destroy Chamelion.  It’s okay, nothing really new in all of that.  What is a bit disturbing however, is exactly where those who are supposed to be allied to the HiC World Champion really stand.

 

“Yeah, what WAS that about Thursday night?”

 

We open with Chamelion standing outside of the Sommers gym, next to the large entrance as he watches cars drive by and he finishes the bottle of water in his hand.  Soon he’ll be leaving to go to the Idaho on an overnight flight but for the moment, he’s just relaxing… with little care in the world.  Except of course, what went down Thursday and tomorrow’s events.  Hmm, okay, that’s a lot.

 

“Thursday night, VDP joins together to stand their ground… but Chamelion? Some wonder where he was?  Funny thing is, I was there, backstage… but did Deathsun let me in on what was going down?  No… ever since Twist of Fate, Deathsun has hardly said a word to me.. and it seems that for as strong as VDP claims to be, I’m spending a lot of time fighting them, then working aside them in the quest to keep the HiC under our control.”

 

Tossing the bottle into the trash receptacle, Chamelion opens the doors and grabs his gym bag from inside.  He then moves to his Mustang parked at the curb.

 

“Oh well, tomorrow may very well answer all those questions… Platinum and I go one on one… if VDP gets involved, the question is in what way… and for what reason.  Or will VDP actually stay by our sides and keep the likes of Thunderwolf or Demise at bay?  Honestly, this week has been very confusing.. I blame it on the Holidays… no one is ever in their right mind during this time of year… “

 

Getting into the car, he buckles up and sits there, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

”I think I’ve proven myself for VDP a lot more then VDP has proven itself for me, Platinum… as for tomorrow, you go ahead an try to repay me back.. I did what I did specially to assure you I’ll do whatever it takes to keep this title… and yeah, Dalton could refuse you the belt, but I won’t.  Ya see, I’m not like any other past world champion.. I don’t hide behind this title or use non title matches as excuses to have a long title reign… I’ll be the champion because I beat everyone who comes after me, or I won’t be champion at all.  Just don’t think I’m doing this to be ‘fan friendly, cause I certainly don’t give a rat’s ass about them anymore.. I’m doing this for me.  Every time I put down a challenger, it just proves even more how deserving I am of this title.. and to be the leader of the HIC.  It’s a bit selfish, actually… cause it takes away your, and everyone else’s, excuses.  If you don’t walk out tomorrow champion, Platinum… there will be only one reason why..”

 

Smirking as he puts the keys into the ignition.

 

“You got beat!”

 

He goes to turn the car over, but stops, and turns his head towards us.

 

“Last week, Demise took the easy way out… got himself DQ’d.  He claims he destroyed me, claims he showed me a lesson of sorts.  Well, I guess I’m a slow learner, cause I feel fine and I’m not changing a damned thing about be… the only thing Demise took away from me was a pinfall victory… and tomorrow, I’m going to score myself a 1-2-3….what VDP wants to do after that, is certainly up to them… we can work together, or we can fall apart… but my championship reign won’t be the reason for that!  Woondang, Platinum, Deathsun, Lisa… you four decide exactly what you want VDP to be… but I’ll give you fair warning here and now.. you backstab me… and you’ll regret it for the rest of your natural lives… GOT IT?”

 

Finally starting the car, Chamelion hisses softly and puts it into gear, squealing the tires and leaving marks as he races off.

 

End