“There’s
a bounty on my head?”
Fade in as these words bring our attention to
Chamelion, freshly showered and shaved, standing in the living room of his
apartment in knee length black shorts and a simple white T-shirt. The TV has just gone black from Nightmare’s
promo and Chamelion scratches his chin, trying to piece together the faint
words of Nightmare. He smiles wanly,
wishing he’d played back the recordings prior to Thursday’s event, or he may
very well have made his presence known just to infuriate Nightmare.
But fate seems to have stepped in and put
down a nice set of cards for the Devious one, because in seven short days,
there will be no need to underhanded tactics… for the ring will be reserved for
himself and the one who calls himself ‘Nightmare’. Grinning, Chamelion walks around to the front
of his couch and plops down, sighing contently as he props his feet up on the
glass coffee table. With our attention
rapt, Chamelion shrugs his shoulders.
“The
past few days have kept me pretty busy, so forgive me if I’m unaware of any
bounty on my head. As for your offer to
spill the blood of my brother… I’ll pass.
Though there is no denying I am not above such cruel and devious tactics,
even against my own family should it serve my needs… currently the air of
feeling puts us on the same page… and you on the hit list.”
Putting his feet down, Chamelion sits up and
leans forward.
“I can’t
speak for my brother… wait, yes I can.. hehe.. but why he is attacking you in
this way, which is usually reserved for the ‘heel’ so to speak,.. I think it’s
to send a clear message to you.. Raizzor for to long has been dormant, quiet..
passive.. and even thought it may not be the most honorable of ways in which to
stake a claim against a challenger, it is not unheard of to begin such a feud
with the exact same tactics that my brother has been using.”
“Of
course you can claim cowardice as standard for his actions, but I say to you it’s
rather a pre-emptive strike.. for too long, the Sommers brothers have been the
ones attacked, pushed and drowned in a sea of enemies who would carve a path to
us from behind, striking first and with hard blows to try to remove us from the
path before we had a chance to answer in kind… and in this case, perhaps
Raizzor has decided to follow that path… and unfortunately for you, kiddo.. choosing
a name that holds ‘history’ for the Sommers family, might have just been a kick
start, to what was already beginning to boil over.”
“But lo
and behold, who gets the first real chance to combat you one on one? I guess I’m just a very lucky man… for I
never did get to fight the original Nightmare alone… even though, heh, I was
the one who BROUGHT him into the PWA… guess that explains that, doesn’t it? Now you say you have a bounty on my head…that’s
fine.. wouldn’t be the first time, certainly won’t be the last.. but tell ya
what… since till this moment I have kept my nose clean with you, why don’t you
forgo that bounty and come collect your own reward? Next Thursday, you got that chance to demonstrate
the face to face, honorable way of fighting that you so loudly sprout in your words…
you, me, the ring… we can do our battle right there.. and see who is the better
professional athlete… oh, and don’t worry.. you’ll have my word that Raizzor
will keep his nose out of this match… “
leaning back against the couch again,
Chamelion takes on a wounded look.
“What?
You don’t trust me? Well, that’s probably
a good idea as I am not one who should be easily trusted… but in this case,
yeah, Raizzor will remain away… simply because I don’t want to share the glory
of beating your ass all over the ring.. and turn a vicious nightmare.. into
nothing more then a waking dream…GOT IT?”
Getting to his feet, Chamelion bows his head
slightly and smirks, as he turns and heads out of the living room, and we’re
lead to fade to black.