Fade into Chamelion lounging against a white
brick wall, outside one of the arenas HiC recently competed at. On his lap is the HiC World title…he stares
at it, lost in thought…so much is going to happen … lives will change and
someone else may soon hold this belt….and he knows what he has to do.
No
time to waste, no stone to be left unturned.
There may, to some, be a lot of time between now and the big day.. the
day when two will clash to determine the champion of HiC…but in truth, it is
merely a tick of the clock.. a single stroke of the hand that signals the time
has come…
They don’t believe in me.. they don’t trust
me. Not that I care, really.. I didn’t
come into this to please others, I cam here to please me.. and I did just that,
didn’t I? Now they want me.. before they
didn’t care, but I have something they want… and one of them is going to get
the chance to gloat about beating me..
But so what if they do? Been
beaten before, not perfect here…oh wait, I’m HiC Champion.. course I’m
perfect..
I could be in trouble though. I don’t have revenge to play off. I’m not
bitter and PMSing over things that didn’t happen. No, all I have is a very strong and immeasurable
desire to remain HiC Champion beyond January 4th.
What is interesting, is a compliment I
received from a very odd source.. saying I deserve to be here.. and that if I
make it past the PPV, they’d believe it… who said this… well, it was one of the
lucky seven….
Lucky Seven…. The ones who have made it this
far…. And Monday that will be weeded down to three… and in one week.. down to
two… two who will battle to claim their right to face the Most Devious SOB in
the business today…
Poor soul.
“In
three and a half weeks.. a lifetime to some in wrestling, I will face one of seven
possible contenders for my HiC Championship….six will fall by the wayside, and
one will stand out… the imposter who will try to become World Champion at my
expense!”
“Some
have more chances then others, and a few.. perhaps.. are worthy to stand in the
ring against me… barely.. But I can tell you now.. as the man who currently
sits atop the mountain… I know better then anyone what it takes to get here…
and in the burning hearts of these seven people.. I can see which ones shine
brighter then most..”
“Would
you like some illumination?”
Sliding the belt off his lap, Chamelion
gently places it on the ground next to him.
He smiles smartly, holding up a finger… can you guess which one?
“Let’s
start with Platinum.. once ally, now enemy.. what tore us apart? Greed. Not mine, but his. I was very clear I would fight for this
title, and Deathsun found out exactly what that meant… but Platinum… he’d get
close.. set things up.. and Monday, tried to take me apart… Yes, Platinum is a
worthwhile contender… only because Id love to tear his fucking head off! I left you alone Monday only because of the
two Presidents in this company, only one of them I respect…
“Sorry”
Holding up his pointer finger along with the
other… can you still guess, he continues.
“Then
there’s Lisa Lorenzo.. who just doesn’t like me. First, she expected me to backstab VDP.
Newsflash, kiddo.. it was the other way around.. but you’re one to talk.. the
girl who turned on her own man, Jamie Havoc… don’t speak of trust, when you are
not a woman who has experienced it much…
Now, however, you change your tune, but the lyrics remain the same.. you accuse
me of ‘shining’ my belt while you wallow away in loneliness and despair…and
then you become bitter, saying we left you behind. The truth is, you couldn’t keep up. You want to prove yourself, but yet you
wanted VDP to hold you hand? I watched
your back more then you watched mine.. or have you forgotten? No, Lisa… the only thing you have to be
bitter about, is your own lack of self respect.. and don’t go pouring it all on
me!”
Another finger, the other side of the one
next to the pointer finger.. come on, you know what Platinum got!!
“Now,
Marcus.. it seems you and Lazarus have this thing going.. and not only that,
both of you are still in the running for a shot at my title.. a title I won by
besting you for the millionth time. Part
of me would love to see you make it all the way to the main event, only cause I
know your drunken ass almost as well as you do.
But I don’t have a lot of confidence in that happening… not cause you’re
not good.. you are… if anything, among the masses, you are one of the more
reliable competitors the HiC can trust to put in a performance. No, it’s your beef with Lazarus that’s going
to remove you from contention.. one of you will screw the other.. lead into a
war that may rival any we’ve seen.. I expect Showtime vs. Lazarus at the PPV to
be one of the more violent and bloody events this federation has yet to see…
and with that title on the line.. something, somehow will remove the both of
you from my sight… good riddance..”
And now the pinky finger, appropriate for the
next in line.
“So,
since I’ve mentioned him… Corey Lazarus.. MR. Hollywood. Do us a favor, go back to making mediocre
films.. you’re presence here is unwanted and unsolicited. Fortunate also, for you that Dalton removed
the censorship from the HiC recently, or your promo would have enough beeps and
blips to sound like R2-D2 from Star Wars… not that I have ANY clue where I got
the idea for that comment *Wink*. But
your apparent self egomaniac self really believes you’re the ‘shit’ in
Now the thumb, making five. Talk to the hand, bub!
“Now,
like any bad cold.. prevention is the best medicine. So, Virus.. what does one do to prevent the
likes of you from getting into my system?
They say just take good care of yourself, eat right, drink lots of
water.. avoid germs.. sure, that’s’ great.
In your case, however, you put a Virus up against not one, but two
powerful immune systems.. you have to deal with Showtime and Platinum on
Monday… Well, Showtime may find himself in a seriously detrimental situation
with Lazarus around, but there’s still Platinum… a man hell bent on making it to
me at the PPV… but you? A quiet little germ hiding in the background, what hope
do you have? Not near enough for me to
keep my attention on you for very long… don’t get me wrong, I’m really not
trying to sound mean… it’s just the truth… January 4th will come..
and you won’t be anywhere near my level.. I got my vitamin C and flu shot this
season… I’m set to go!”
Second hand, same as the first!!
“Ahh,
Protean.. in truth, there is only one thing I want to know from you… only one
little thing and I’m good to go. What is
UP with the Space Cowboy shit?? Do you
have some flights of fancy thing going on?
Thinking you’ll have a square chance against me is a dream, I know.. but
I’ve heard some strange ‘catch phrases’ from numerous wrestlers before.. but
you do have one of the more curious ones… perhaps you’d help me out in that
regard, hmmm? But I will say this; nice
job with Nightstryker… but don’t expect that every time… he had an off day…
hell, an off week… but I’ve seen him bounce back.. and ya don’t want to get in
the way when he’s on the hunt!”
And finally a thumbs up!
“And
finally, one of the more ‘obvious’ expectations here in the HiC, and in the PWA
before hand.. is Sirus Moran peeking his head through the door to see if
there’s gold lying around for the taking.
It was what? Two years ago… around this same time of year.. that we
battled in a world title match…. I was champion then too! You’re a good man, Sirus.. a fair and solid
competitor… and to face you again the ring would be awesome. My confidence is at an all time high, much
greater then it’s ever been.. no longer do I cringe when I see your name
opposite mine.. I know, that if I put in a solid 100% performance.. I can find
your weaknesses and best you. I know I
won’t every time.. but of everyone in this company.. I can come up short
against you and still feel good about myself.. cause I know you, even can call
you friend… but honestly Sirus.. in all fairness… I don’t see you making it..
you’ve been unfocused, too loose ended.. you really need to expand yourself..
because the Sirus Moran of old has been missing for a while now.. and it’s time
he came back… Uh, just not until your eliminated from the tournament, okay?”
Folding his hands together, Chamelion raises
an eyebrow as something has occurred to him.
“Ya
know, though.. I’ve come to realize something…
This time of year does belong to the Chamelion… it seems around
Nov-January, I’m either winning or defending World Championships…
Shhhh, Dalton… you know better!
“…So why
should this be any different? The opponents, real or imagined? Nah…it really is
the same.. some young hot shot wanting to use anger, bitterness to propel
themselves to the world championship.
But why not, fate is on their side… they ‘are’ the challengers, are they
not? We know history.. PPV’s do not
generally fair for the champions very well.. the drive is for the underdog to
overcome adversity… to get past the roadblock so to speak and become the best
in the business….”
He picks up the world title, and puts it back
in his lap.. caressing the fine gold, smiling softly.
“I did
it… though it took three tries and six months.. I fumbled a couple of times,
found the right formula and here I am.
But I also know what it’s like to be on the other side.. I can see the
intensity in your hearts… you want to rise above it all, Rise above the Tyranny
of the HiC and become it’s crown jewel.. and for a few of you, the fight with
Chamelion is personal.”
“It’s
personal for me as well.. against Platinum, I’ll put the final nail in the
coffin that was once VDP… an organization bent on the destruction of the HiC,
but thanks to me.. now is nothing but a discarded skin on the side of the
highway. …and that’s a good thing.. I realized Monday that I should never have
joined with them…..the HiC has very few that respect if for what it is… or what
it can do for us if we utilize it properly… Deathsun couldn’t let go he lost
the title.. Woondang drank himself out of the HiC…Platinum thinks it’s his time
to shine.. and Lisa … poor Lisa is delusional.. past the point of common
sense…”
“Yeah,
VDP fell apart.. not because of Me, but because of their envy.. their greed..
and that’s ok.. one less thing for
Picking himself up from the ground, Chamelion
slaps the world title over his shoulder and walks off, not looking back.
End