The Holidays are nearly at an end, the year
is nearly at an end… and many would think, hope.. even wish… that the reign of
the most Devious SOB in the business today, would soon be at an end.
Don’t count on it.
If there is one thing about Chamelion that is
consistent, it’s his amazing ability to pull the rabbit out of the hat and wow
the audience. And unlike almost all
previous HiC world champions, no matter what happens… he’ll be here after… just
as fast, just as powerful and just as annoying as ever.
But lose?
Chamelion has no intention of letting that happen… he now knows there
are only two potential trouble makers who could ruin what he has worked so hard
to achieve… Platinum… and Lisa Lorenzo.
Platinum, never one to let go his undisguised hatred of Chamelion for
the tricks he pulled as The Wraith.. or assisting in his Twister title win over
The Corpse.. .has been a thorn in the side of the Chamelion since the very
moment he joined VDP.
And Lisa Lorenzo? A young child among serious adults, tugging
at shirt hems begging for attention. Now
she has it, and she does not know what to do about it, except cross her arms
and look defiant.. as if her constant badgering and annoying whimpers were not
a hindrance in a more serious world.
And then there is the Pay-Per-View itself..
Rise of Tyranny.. the very title suggest a foreshadowing of things to come… is
there not tyranny already in the HiC, has it not already risen… Keldman taking
control, a Strader as a powerhouse… and
Thunderwolf, son of President Dalton Campbell… letting his egomaniacal self
believe the HiC revolves around him… well, that’s one ‘sun’ who’s light soon
will be extinguished.
As we open, and focus in on our surroundings,
we find Chamelion standing in line at a small venue. He waits his turn and purchases a ticket to
what appears to be a small independent wrestling promotion. Walking inside, he shrugs off his light
winter green jacket and tucks the ticket in the breast pocket of his black
shirt. Acquiring much needed snacks from
the concession, Chamelion climbs the stairs and hands his stub to the usher and
heads into the small arena.. nothing more then a large gym house really. The show has already begin as two local wrestlers
grapple in the ring. Finding a seat away
from the rest of the fans, he sits down, settles his popcorn on the seat next
to him, and opens his 20oz coke. Taking
a quick drink, he turns sideways, smirks and gives us his full attention.
“Hey
there, HiC fans… Didn’t think I’d fallen off the face of the Earth, did ya? Well, don’t worry… Ol Chamelion is here to
impart his wise words on the lowly ears of those who would compete against
him…. “
He takes a swig of soda, and he ‘ahhs’ as he
continues…
“Before
I begin, seriously with what must be said here today… to all that has happened
the last few weeks… to those I have battled, and things that have been said..
it is finished. No more do you matter to
me, for what is important is what lays ahead… “
Grabbing a handful of popcorn, He takes a
small bite… he let’s us wait on him for a moment… and then his smile grows ever
wide.
“Lisa
Lorenzo… congratulations, kiddo… you have survived a mountain of adversities
and now find yourself only one match away from your ultimate goal.”
“Unfortunately,
you are reaching for that goal in a manner which is not real. Your determination is fueled by reasons non-existent,
and your chances to survive a contest against Me is virtually the same as your
reasons….”
Another quick drink of Coke, and Chamelion
settles in seriously to the task at hand.
“When I
joined the Vulgar Display of Power, I did it for a few reasons… Power, back up
and most of all, I found it to be the most.. erm, stable of Stables in the HiC
at the time. In one of the few instances
I can recall, I made a mistake in doing so… a group that I believed to be tight
nit and well oiled was nothing more then individual parts ready to break from
the whole… Deathsun, stripped of his title floundered for a few weeks before
sinking into the fog of ill-fated ex-champions… Woondang drank himself back to
Another bite of popcorn, followed by a slip
of soda….
“But
you, Lorenzo.. you couldn’t decide if you wanted your hand held, or if you
wanted to prove yourself capable of standing along side the big boys… for no
matter what we did, you complained… no matter what helped you received, you
bitched no one was there for you…on more then one occasion, in some fashion or
another, I watched your back… for unlike you, I have had no real reason to
mistrust you, or dislike you. But you’re
playing the ‘gotta redeem myself’ card… positioning yourself as the underdog in
hopes that the world backs you up… it’s cheap, it’s a ploy and nothing else.”
Chamelion is distracted by the cheers of the
fans and he turns to see one of the wrestlers with his hand held high. He watches for another couple of moments as
the victor turns back and begins assaulting his fallen adversary. Chamelion smirks and turns his attention back
to us.
“In
truth, I really can’t fault you for it… you want what everyone else here wants,
the most precious prize in our community, and in the same instant that’s
achieved, you can over come everything that has prevented you from being who
you really are… and it’s because of that need, that desire, you will do
whatever, say whatever it takes to push past the boundaries holding you in
chain… and claim the HiC World Championship as your own…. There is just one
little problem with that scenario…..”
A pause and Chamelion takes a long drink of
Coke… he sighs contently and winks at the camera.
“Me.”
A small laugh… carry on.
“You
see, Lorenzo.. just because I’m champion does not mean all my problems are
over… nor would yours be… there are still goals I wish to achieve, mountains I
wish to cross… I’ve already defended this title far more then any previous
champion.. but there is one more thing I can do, one little test I can pass to
really solidify myself as a true HiC Champion… survive the Rise of Tyranny! To do that, I have to put aside respect,
honesty, kindness… and I have to beat you to a bloody pulp… now, while it’s a
common fact I am not one who ‘enjoys’ wrestling women in a combative way… for
the HiC Championship, my honor and to avoid embarrassment, well.. that’s
exactly what I’ll have to do… so, for this one fleeting moment, you get to glimpse
the side of Me that regrets how this is going to go down…. And the pain that
will be dished out against you.”
And he whispers, silently, but what he says
plays clearly on his lips, ‘I’m sorry.”
He then resumes.
“I see
your tears fall, I hear the sniffs and whimpers as you see yourself in pain…
and I see even deeper, to a woman who not only understands what she is in for,
what she has been, done… but someone still so very blind… it’s not so much you
can’t compete equally with Me… it’s the fact that what you are seeking isn’t
here… not against Me, not for a title… you seek something far greater, more
important… and far more precious… self assurance. To know that in the greatest of hard ships
you can stand strong among the masses and hold your head up high.”
Music hits as the next match starts, and
Chamelion turns away to watch the match for a moment… his mind wandering before
he regroups and returns to us.
“And in
truth, kiddo… most of the time I would appreciate, even support the need to
find that, to earn that.. to feel complete.. believing you can not only be the
best, but remain the best… except of course, for the fact of your attitude up
until now…. And I don’t think any less of what you are capable of… being a
broken woman, one with nothing to lose indeed makes you more dangerous then
ever before… but do you not see I am in the same position… for I truly have
nothing to lose either… a title, perhaps… a trinket among the more important
destinies… where in I fight, pin and achieve victory against a talented
adversary and continue on as champion… where losing is such a bitter taste,
like too much lemon… that one can not see any other way out… and in that
knowledge, that need to get past and continue.. anything and everything must be
done… and if you are indeed the final obstacle in my path next Sunday, Miss
Lorenzo.. you can count on the fact I will blaze a trail right over you… and
leave nothing to be identified… and I will not shed one tear over your failure…
not one.”
His smile fading, Chamelion sits his soda
down and leans forward, lessening the distance between him and us… and he
glares, his calm humor all but faded, as he clearly understands exactly the
position everyone… Lorenzo, Platinum, Chamelion… is in.. and he makes sure she
knows.. that he knows the truth.
“It’s
Ironic too, Lorenzo… that for all your mockery, cruel attacks and paranoid
delusions that the Most Devious SOB in the Business would stab you in the back…
in the end, who is it that’s holding that knife?”
Sitting back, spreading his arms out, he
nods.
“Why,
it’s you!”
Picking his soda back up, Chamelion settles
in for the rest of the night, but allows one final thought to be shared.
“And
that’s what’s going to be your Achilles heel, dear sweet Lisa Lorenzo… in the
moment when victory is most near, is when you’ll see the blood on your hands
and freeze solid… and that’s the one moment when The Chamelion will strike the hardest….
GOT IT?”
And with that, he ignores us and blends in
with the crowd, cheering and enjoying the evening of action….
END