“Offensive… so fucking offensive…”

 

Vehemently, these words are spit out and with a quick fade in, we focus on the man who authored them to our ears.  Chamelion stands in the office of the Sommers Gym, having just watched Lorenzo’s latest piece of work…his anger barely hidden as he violently stabs at the off button, before tossing the remote into the leather chair with enough force it bounces up and onto the floor.  The office door opens and he spins, ready to send a verbal tirade against the one who dared disturb him. 

 

Raizzor stares at him, calmly.  Chamelion sighs, and sits down, some of the force of his anger removed in the presence of his big brother.

 

“What’cha want?”

 

Raizzor raises an eyebrow, walking in and closing the door behind him…

 

“Just a satisfaction to my curiosity, little brother… what’s the commotion about?”

 

Chamelion squints his eyes, growling softly in his throat as he looks back at the TV.  Raizzor follows suit and discovering the source of his displeasure.. smiles.

 

“Who was it this time?”

 

Still staring at the TV, Chamelion doesn’t turn his head at all when he answers.

 

“Lorenzo… but she’s not the reason I’m so angry.”

 

Waiting a moment… Raizzor heaves a deep sigh, having to say it to get him to continue..

”Ok, then why?”

 

Turning back to his brother.. Chamelion spits out one name.

 

“Hartman!”

 

Raizzor tilts his head, slightly confused.

 

“Eric Hartman?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

Chamelion sits up and leans on the desk, his words clipped.

 

“He’s calling Lisa worthless, that she needs to lose the title to bring dignity back to it.. that she isn’t a good champion…”

 

“Ok…Brother.. listen, now you’ve really confused me.. Hartman is against Lorenzo.. you’re not too fond of Lorenzo.. WHY are you defending her against him?”

 

Exasperated, Chamelion slams his palms down.. rolling his eyes at his brother.

 

“You don’t get it, do you??  Hartman calls Lisa worthless.. right? Well, that so called worthless champion BEAT ME in the center of the ring… so, what does that make me??”

 

Getting the idea now, Raizzor merely smiles somberly.

 

“I see.. I suppose one could make a case for being angry…”

 

With a loud sigh, Chamelion shakes his head.

 

“You value the understatement brother… but Hartman’s wrong.. way wrong…. And cause of it, he’s put Lisa even further into the abyss.. I can’t have that happening.. when I face her again, I want her at her best!”

 

“Face her again?”

 

“Yeah…I’m challenging her to a re-match… but if Dalton gets his panties in a bunch, it can be non title…  but I’m going to prove to everyone.. especially miss Lorenzo.. that no matter how good she is.. and how much she deserves what she has.. or. Had.. I’m just that much better…. The title should have stayed with me, and it didn’t.. Lorenzo is going to be fighting in a mans world now, defending the most precious of gold.. and I warned her she’d be a target.. she didn’t listen!”

 

“True.. but do you really think you will get that match, and on fair equal terms?”

 

“I don’t know, but can’t get what I don’t ask for… I give Lisa a lot of credit, brother.. more so then she gives herself.. but she refuses to let go what happened way back last year.. I did what I had to do to win.. I did what I had to do to get under his skin… didn’t realize it would have such a long term psychological effect on her….and in some ways I feel bad about that… but… she’s got to pull her head out of her ass… and until then, she’ll be blinded from her own ability.. and if that’s the weakness I need to exploit.. I will.”

 

Nodding, Raizzor folds his hands.

 

“Very few want to give her credit for competing in a male dominating sport… and you and I both have been reluctant to battle women in the ring.. but she holds her own…”

 

For the first time, Chamelion smiles…

”Like against you?”

 

Raizzor answers the smile with one of his own…

 

“The young lady has some skill… and I deny nothing about that night… but she may find it much harder the next time… as evident with the show you displayed against her.. and will again.”

 

“Definitely.. and maybe, just maybe when it’s over… once I set the record straight… she may realize that the only way she’s really going to survive is to get over the past and move forward… but.. hehe, don’t think I won’t continue to make things rough on her.. “

 

“She has allies now… strong ones…”

 

“You mean, like Wild Chylde.. and.. Nightmare?”

 

Raizzor’s eyes narrow….

 

“Yes, especially Nightmare… it seems.. odd that you have the match against him on Thursday….and what I wanted is put aside.. again. “

 

“Nah, it makes sense… part of the direction I think.. he put a bounty of both of us.. you challenged him at the PPV… but instead Dalton gives him a title shot.. with you as the special guest referee… so, looks like it’s up to me for now…….but Nightmare is the least of my worries… Lorenzo.. the Rumble… and my bid to make it back to the main event level… all begins in a few short days… and who knows… maybe.. just maybe… the most Devious SOB in the business today will find his way back to the top.. a lot quicker then I first believed.”

 

“I do wish you the best of luck, Little Brother.. but save some of Nightmare for me… I want to make my OWN impression.”

 

Chamelion grins and nods…

 

“And what a good impression I’m sure you’ll make.. now that you’re the special referee in his match, he’ll have a lot more to worry about then Lazarus or even Ethan Evans….”

 

Satisfied for the moment, Raizzor questions Chamelion on his feelings.

 

“Feel a bit better then?”

 

Shrugging, Chamelion stands as well.

 

“Maybe.. a little.. but Hartman better watch his step….because if he messes things up for me… he’s going to find himself head first back out of the HiC… this time, permanently!!”

 

Reaching for the door, Raizzor nods in agreement.. as he opens it, he responds.

 

“Just let me know if you want some help…. Meanwhile,  I’ll be in the gym.. “

 

Chamelion watches him go, and sits back down.. legs up on the desk.

 

“Hope you understand what I’m saying, Miss Lorenzo… no matter your feelings of me.. I know what you’re capable of.. don’t let the likes of Hartman say differently… but all that you are, stops short of me… you know it… I know it… and if you want to try to prove me wrong, accept my challenge… and learn first hand what an unbridled, no limit SOB can do… GOT IT?”

 

And with that, Chamelion turns himself away… and we slowly fade to black.