The night is over, and back at the hotel, Chamelion sits on the couch, ice on his knee and he stares out the window… reflecting on the evening’s events, Chamelion turns towards us, his face straight and nearly emotionaless.

 

“Well, Nightmare… if your intentions were to send a message to Raizzor… it wasn’t as clear as it should have been.. you really did nothing different then any man would have done to try and win the match…you lucked into a couple strong moves at the end and wrapped me up… but funny, how Evans came in… luring me into a false sense of security then turning on me… post match attack.. not so different then what Raizzor has done, eh?  The playing field is even now, Nightmare… you’ve lost the only ground you had… now you better be begging for some new material.”

 

Rotating his neck, he can hear the bones crack inside, and he realizes he should take a shower soon and relax his body.. but for now, he moves on.

 

“And you, Evans.. you’ve chosen a side, good for you… best hope for your sake you chose the right side… for there will be no mercy for the fallen… no POW position in this war… when you go down, you go down for the count…”

 

Now smiling, Chamelion reflects on another part of the evening, one a little more to his liking…

 

“Lisa… another night where you needed assistance… you needed it to reach me.. you needed me to not put forth my best, and now.. with Kumquat Kid, you needed me to save you… what happens when you answer my challenge and you have no one there to save you… ‘click’ game over kiddo… remember that.”

 

With a laugh, Chamelion rotates the ice on his leg… wincing a little, but nodding as it seems to be doing the trick. He resumes.

 

“And now, for the main reason I’m here….not since The Notch in the PWA have I had the pleasure of facing an opponent who waited with baited breath for my words so he could fire back as quick as a cat… for that, I offer you a mountain of respect, Riley.  Most would wait… wait.. .and then wait some more so that they would not have to work so hard to contest me.”

 

“Instead, within a day, you’re back…. Another promo aired… definitely not lacking there, are you?”

 

“The problem is how you totally missed what I was trying to say… either you’re not listening as clearly as you should, or I’m speaking far above your comprehension level… but let’s clear the air, shall we?”

“One, I never said you needed my approval or permission… in fact, the only thing you need from me is a good ass kicking.. but that is a rather cliché and simple line to deliver, but I’m sure one you can understand.  I also agree with you on your attitude of expecting to win, but understanding that is not always the case… I have the same attitude… when I go into a match, I also expect to win.. and in fact, more often then not.. that’s exactly what I do… in a straight one on one encounter, very few can put my shoulders to the canvas without help… and when they do,  I acknowledge it.  If they don’t, then well, they will just be added to the list of those who will, eventually, find out I am the better man.”

 

“I’ll offer you a small apology, you see, back during the time of the PWA joining with the AOWF, I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it… I was kind of busy with more important issues… so without question, I’ll accept that we did battle in the PWA.  You see, I enjoy history too.. but I’ll agree with you about T-Wolf… poor kid is delusional.”

 

“I made the offer simply because of a common enemy… and so many in this federation are against each other, finding common ground is a challenge.. but no skin off my nose kiddo… you can go your way, I’ll go mine.”

 

“Another thing I want to clear up… I said… “A lot more matters now.. then it did four years ago…”  which is my response to your little tag line…you see, Riley, you’re not all that matters.. waaaay far from it….you’re just another fish in the pond, and right now you’re a small fish, acting big… and if you’re not careful, the really big fish will come and gobble you up… maybe it won’t be me… but trust me, Kiddo… right now your  a bottom feeder.. and for now, that’s where you’re going to stay.”

 

“But I do like that you’re here… believe it or not… I’ll especially like it on Monday when I extract a little payback for the four years!   And I’m a little lost as well, I don’t remember saying you were in a rut.. maybe you’re reading into something that isn’t there…I’m not too sure.”

 

Offering a lost look for Riley’s benefit, Chamelion moves on.

 

“As for where I am right now… not in the main events… you are a little confused.. I don’t have to be at the top of the card to main event.. Chamelion puts on a show, each and every time.. it’s dependable, like the ticking of the clock…and Nightmare is further proof… his actions were of a desperate man.. knowing that in the ring he couldn’t put me down for the 1-2-3… he decided to lure me in, where my brother should be… for he is afraid to go directly to the source…Lorenzo on the other hand… you’ve not been around long enough to understand what’s going on there, so I wouldn’t expect you to know… but that’s okay… I’ve said it a million times, but for your sake I’ll add one more to the pot.. I love the spotlight, Riley, and I’m not afraid doing whatever it takes to be in it… in the ring or out of it… “

 

“But whether we agree or disagree on the status of Thomas Riley and Chamelion going into the match on Monday, the bottom line is this time around… you’re going to find yourself struggling in ways you never have before… you’re going to be scrapping and clawing at every chance to reach the top.. and maybe you’re not twisting in the wind now.. but in a few short days, you’ll be nothing more then twisted meat….and in essence, that really is all that fucking matters….

 

GOT IT?”