**The scene begins as we hear a voice, full of concern, break through the darkness that fills the screen**

 

“Mark?  Mark? You with us?”

 

**Blurry images replace the pure blackness, and as we focus in, we see Raizzor, looking down…. And the camera angle changes to see him standing over Chamelion, who’s found himself back in the hospital.  Chamelion, eyes squinting, looks up to his brother, and testing his mouth, which is dry as the Sahara desert, he tries speaking**

 

“Ye.. yeah, I think I am.”

 

**Chamelion then notices Gareth is in the room too, and he tries grinning but it comes out a grimace instead, so he just focuses in on the most basic need**

 

“Water?”

 

**Raizzor nods, and fetches a cup, fills it halfway with water and brings it to his brother, who greedily swallows the refreshing liquid.  With his mouth not so icky feeling, Chamelion gingerly tests his body, and finding it more willing to obey his commands, he sits up a little straighter**

 

“Ok, how long… have I been here this time?”

 

**Raizzor sighs, but it’s Gareth that speaks.**

 

“Two days.. well, technically, only about 32 hours.. Docs checked ya out, physically you’re not in too bad a shape, but they were worried about a concussion, on top of you not waking up for so long”

 

**Shrugging, Chamelion drags himself up even higher, till he feels more in control of himself.**

 

“I was tired.”

 

**Raizzor glares..**

 

“Mark..”

 

**Shaking his head, Chamelion interrupts.**

 

“Save it, Bro.. I did what I had to do… Nightmare needs to be stopped… I just didn’t realize I’d lost complete control of him, that was my mistake.”

 

**Raizzor doesn’t seem convinced, however, he moves on**

 

“Corpse is awake.. he’s one floor down.  I’m spending way too much time in this place.. He seems sharp and aware of all around him, but we didn’t get a chance to talk, the doctors wanted to examine him.  So I showed up at Tempest to talk to you, only to find you had gone and called out Nightmare to the ring.

 

..ended up battling more then I wanted to that night, and then really was not pleased to be dragging your sorry carcass back here to the hospital.. what the hell was up with Platinum?”

 

**Chamelion grins and winks at his brother.**

 

“Love ya too, bro.  Plat’s Havoc’s problem.. I got sent to the buffet, I noticed… but I’ll let Jamie deal with that… I need to get out of here and get back on my feet… say, speaking of which, what’s on the agenda for Monday?”

 

**Raizzor rolls his eyes.**

 

“I don’t think you should be worrying about Monday.. Dalton will just have to postpone your title defense.”

 

“NO!  What is my match on Monday… Gareth??”

 

**Chamelion turns a steady eye on Gareth, who shrugs and tells his friend.**

 

“You got your request, you’re challenging for the HiC Tag Team championships against Deathsun and Woondang… on your own.”

 

**Smirking, Chamelion lays back, but then frowns**

 

“Tag? Just tag? Not my Tempest title?”

 

“That’s what the web site says.. Tag-Team title match.. why?”

 

**Chamelion shakes his head.**

 

“I told them I’d defend the Tempest title too… title for title deal… can’t anyone in this god forsaken place get anything right?”

 

**Gareth smirks at that**

 

“Laid up, and still energy to bitch.”

 

**Raizzor frowns, and turns towards the door**

 

“If you’ve got such energy brother, you do what you need to do. I’m going back down stairs, The Corpse and I will have to deal with our own handicap match soon… and I wish to discuss a few issues with him before hand.”

 

**Nodding, Chamelion waves.**

 

“Good luck brother.  I’ll be fine!”

 

**Raizzor shuts the door, and Gareth sits down next to Chamelion’s bed.**

 

“He’s worried, ya know?  You do tend to bite off more then you can chew at times**

 

“Yeah, well, what I manage to swallow tastes pretty damned good.  I’ve made it this far, still got the Tempest title.. still got a lot going my way.”

 

“Maybe, but Monday?”

 

**Chamelion grins his Cheshire grin.**

 

“Oh, that is going to be so fun!  Poontang and Deadsun.. they may think they got the upper hand with me, but unless Poontang decides to stay sober for the match, I’d consider it more a one on one, with my opponent more the size of ol’ Sabin… not like two of them.  No, Poontang is going to get the shock of his life on Monday, and Deadsun?  He’s got some talent, I’m just sorry he has to waste it away with such a drunken jerk.  Let them think they have me in a corner, or think it’s going to be a cake walk.. I’m the most devious SOB in the business for a reason… I find ways to win, and I pull off pretty amazing feats as it is… I’m not too concerned..”

 

“Yeah, well, a concussion isn’t something to be petty about. I had my own, it’s why I don’t compete anymore.. it can flare up if your not careful, especially so soon back in the ring after going through what you did.”

 

**Chamelion sighs, but nods in agreement**

 

“Maybe so, but I didn’t get into this business to cop out because of some injuries.. Hell, Duncan himself already has softened up since winning the world title.. it’s almost as if that title has a curse. Sirus wins… loses track, gets beat.  Payton wins, does a half assed job defending it.. gets by me by some miracle of bureaucracy, and loses it to Showtime… the Showtime hardly lifts a finger.. then Duncan claims it, and now is falling into the same curse.. they don’t realize, and they should, once I get a hold of it.. the HiC World title will mean something… it’ll be a title hard to earn… and only someone more determined then I, will ever have that chance.”

 

“Well, don’t hold your breath.. Dalton’s not going to give you another chance any time soon.”

 

**Grinning wildly, Chamelion shakes his head**

 

“He doesn’t have to grant me the shot.. he knows his roster doesn’t have enough main even talent to last long enough to keep me from being a consideration before long… I mean, look at who has not had a shot, who’s worth… Corpse? Twister around his waist.. my brother?   I don’t think he cares anymore about titles.. his involvement with the Corpse is no where near done.. and a few others that I even think would challenge Duncan, are his allies.. “

 

**Gareth suddenly snaps his fingers**

 

“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you… XTC is back.”

 

**Chamelion stares at Gareth for a moment. .as if he didn’t hear him, and then his smile begins to grow.. and grow…**

 

“You’re kidding me, right? XTC?  Mr. I-never-get-once-I-do-get-never-show?  Oh hell, that’s interesting.  When did he pop out of the woodwork?”

 

“Actually, that Intime dude? The one that blasted you in Raizzor last month? It was him.”

 

**Chamelion bursts out laughing**

 

“Oh, that’s’ just too precious.. TOO precious… I certainly would like to see what happens if he gets a title shot.. anytime he does, he seems to fall off the face of the Earth.. hmmm, he aiming for anyone right now?”

 

“Duncan…”

 

**Blinking, Chamelion shakes his head**

 

“Say again?”

 

**Gareth smirks at Chamelion's rather surprised look.**

 

“He’s going against Duncan Aries.. seems they have history.”

 

“I hate that…”

 

“What?”

 

“Not knowing whom to cheer… sheesh, not to happy with either of them…”

 

“Well, happy or not, He’s back.”

 

**Chamelion shrugs, and then pushes the sheets off of him, and sits to the side of the bed.  Gareth cocks an eyebrow**

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Getting out of here.  I have a Tag-Team title match on Monday, which is also going to be for the Tempest title.. once I have a word with Dalton… and I need to get into the gym.”

 

**Gareth stands and heads to the closet, knowing that arguing with Chamelion won’t do a damned bit of good**

 

“It’s madness, you know.. leaving without the doc’s approval, fighting two on one on Monday… but what can I do?  You’re a stubborn son of a bitch, Mark.”

 

“Yeah, so I’ve been told.. toss them to me, and get out of here.. I’ll meet you in the lobby in 20 minutes”

 

**Gareth nods, opens the door and leaves.  Chamelion sits there for a moment, thinking**

 

“You two go ahead and sit there, think just for a moment how serious this is.  If you think, Deadsun and Poontang, I don’t know what I’m getting into.. then listen up.. I’ve watched you, scouted you, and I know how you work.. Poontang I have personal issues with.. but Deadsun.. well, the only way I can become the Tag Team champion… is by besting both of you, and believe me.. come Tuesday Morning… history is going to be made in the HiC.. and you’ll find out first hand.. just how powerful I can be… and that’s all there is to it!”

 

**Chamelion tosses the sheet at us, and it covers the lens.. a quick fade to black follows**