Intensity.
The Rumble breeds intensity… it breeds desire, and more importantly, it
breeds a would be champion. Some don’t
take this match very seriously, while others put it up as one of the most
important matches to ever win. But
everyone comes into that match with one dream, to become the #1 contender for
the World title.
If you look at those who really stand a
chance, a couple stand out… you would call them the favorites to win this match…
like them or not, they are the best in the business… but some believe it so
much, they forget what it’s like to get slapped.. to get knocked back… and when
it happens, they are so much in disbelief… well, they’d put a two year old
temper tantrum to shame.
Chamelion has been around long enough to see
the darkest corners of the very bottom, and the brightest light of
stardom. The Rumble holds for him not
one, but two potential promises… to capture the #1 spot… and to actually walk
out the World Champion… now what would happen if he did both? Chamelion isn’t worried about the
ramifications of winning both matches in one night.. assuming he’ll put Deacon
Frost and Protean to shame in a weeks time.. no, most of all he is worried
about how he’s going to see with one eye covered in gauze… and burns covering
part of his body.
Someone sought to take him out of the
Rumble.. someone wanted him down before he could do what he always does… score
big, one way or the other… and no matter who it is.. at the moment of their
revelation.. there will be hell to pay.
But Chamelion shrugs it off, he has too.. otherwise he won’t be able to
concentrate on the bigger picture.. this Rumble will see some of the best and
most challenging competitors in any Rumble to date… and the most Devious SOB in
the business today promises to send as many of them packing as possible..
Early morning, after getting some rest at his
brother’s ranch, Chamelion enters the Sommers Gym…bag in hand with training
suit inside.. he sits down and flips off his tennis shoes… wincing a little at
the hard movement.. Chamelion sighs, knowing very well today’s training session
is going to kill him. Non the less, if
Chamelion has any chance at the Rumble.. nothing, not even burns to his body..
will prevent him from putting on the best show possible.
“With
the roster at hand, it was already going to be a bitch fighting the Rumble and
coming out the winner.. now, my body protests every move I make.. and the more
I move.. well, when the skin begins to heal.. you can bet I’m going to mess up
some pretty good skin…non the less.. a pyro attack isn’t going to stop the
Chamelion from going into the Rumble.. taking out as many as possible..
especially Thunderwolf.. heh… and being the last man standing at the end of the
night.”
“Of
course, I still have to save energy for later.. cause I mean to beat Frost and
Protean and challenge my old VDP pal, Lisa Lorenzo to a World title rematch…. Now however, it’s gonna be a little more
challenging.. oh well.”
“It’s
getting a little more busy here, too… as more and more finally stake their
claim and speak up about what they plan to do… of course, Thunderwolf continues
to drown out the airwaves with his consistent ramblings… and the only way I can
manage to respond is to watch it in parts… but everyone’s teased him long
enough on his extensive wind of words… “
“Dustin,
listen kiddo…you know very well I don’t shut up.. in this business, silence is
admitting defeat… and I’m sure you’d rather that’s what everyone did so you
could have easy victories… it must really bother you that we make you earn your
matches.. win or lose… and to know that no matter how good you think you are,
no one’s just going to turn over and let you walk on by.”
“It kind
of fits with your comment about wrestling and interview skills being important
together to score a good win,.. the HiC wants it’s wrestlers to not only fight
with their fists, but with their words.. it’s another reason why you are such a
naïve, contradictive dick… you start by asking us to shut up, then turn around
and openly admit how important it is not to shut up… “
“But
then, I never did much care to listen to anything you wanted, asked for or
demanded… so it doesn’t matter.. it’s just another check on an already growing
list of how off the mark you usually are in your expressions. But we’ll let that one slide for now… what I
will say is… of wrestlers you’ve faced and never beaten… Psycho Sandra, who
defended successfully her world title against you… I don’t remember you getting
back at her at any point…did you, and if you did.. and wish to remind me..
again, video proof would be most welcome.”
“Now,
when it comes to believing in ourselves.. of course I always talk about how
good I am, and the victories I’ve achieved… but I also know I stumble.. you on
the other hand, take your stumbles as blips on the radar screen you hope most
people will not notice.. that’s the difference between us.. I may be a bit
egotistical, but you, Dustin.. you’re down right egomaniacal. At some point you’re going to be so
engrossed into believing you can’t be beat… that when it happens… you’re going
to cry foul, you’re going to throw a tantrum, and you’re going to run away… you’ve
done it before, I’ve seen it… if things go my way, trust me kiddo.. I’ll get
you over that top rope and personally send you packing.”
“By the
way, let’s set the record straight.. you had no hand in the destruction of
VDP.. I don’t have any idea where you get your beliefs from on that one… truth
be told, Dusty… the one who put VDP down and out is yours truly.. I just did it
from the inside… that’s what it means to be devious.. using your assets to get
what you want, and then cut ties… Deathsun couldn’t deal with me beating him
for the world title.. Platinum failed in his bid, and Woondang is still under
some table somewhere, drowning in his own vomit… “
“Lorenzo,
on the other hand, was the only member to know how to use her wiles to get what
she went after… but we all know who was pulling her strings.. who lead her to
the top and has kept her there the entire time… while you faded in and out of
the HiC, Dusty.. I’ve constantly been stealing the show… and come the Rumble, I
need only to snatch away one more W to really make it count… and that’s your W…
so all you’re left with is a sense of complete and utter failure.”
“But
hey, let’s say you do win… it’s a hell of a match to win… but when the night is
over, I’m still going to have the ultimate victory… that title’s coming back to
me… and then the stage truly would be set… wouldn’t it?”
“On the
topic of opinions, Dusty… don’t go asking for them, I give them for free… like
the opinion that you can’t even get my brother and I straightened out.. you
still talk about me retiring when I never have… sure, you may say it’s not
important which one of us you meant.. but it just continues to illustrate how
ignorant and self involved you really are… “
“Like
thinking you’ve saved the HiC, or it would flounder with out you? Dusty, get a grip on reality and this time;
don’t let go… the HiC could give a half shit about you, and spit on you the
other half… you may color a good promo.. you may talk up a storm and blow
people out of the water.. simply cause they’re tired of listening to you… but
if you poof again, like you did to go to Final Notice.. I bet the HiC would not
so much as blink.. and to offer another of my unsolicited opinions; Don’t let
the door hit you on the way out.”
“But of
course, at the moment you have things going your way, you wouldn’t leave to try
to prove how important you are here… or better yet, you won’t go any time soon
because you fear just what the HiC WOULD do without you… so now you’re sort of
stuck.. having to prove yourself time and again.. and maybe you will, kiddo..
maybe you will… but it wont be an easy thing to do… and on the off chance I or
someone else tosses you over the ropes… I hope you will have prepared yourself…
cause all your ego beliefs will come crashing down on your head.. big time.”
“One
final note before I move on to more entertaining opponents.. I don’t have any
idea what you meant by cross promotional catch phrases… I am that damned good..
three words I don’t expect are copyrighted by anyone else.. and it’s fitting
phrase for the most Devious SOB In the business today… Oh, it’s true.. it’s
damned true.!!!
With a huge knowing grin, Chamelion drives it
home and then turns his attention to others.
“Bryce..
all I have to say to you is; who replaced the real Nightstryker with you? Compliments to Raizzor and I?? Damned, kiddo.. now I have to admit an
admiration for you as well… damn you!”
Shrugging, the next man gives Chamelion a
sour taste.
“Hartman…
since your return, you’ve targeted Lorenzo, irked me and act as if you have
great Rumble wins and been able to pull of victories in wars like no others…
the worst is you have the nerve to call me a kid… get a clue… did your Rumbles
host 48 competitors? Did you go thru C-4 Explosive matches? Did you get told you can’t wrestle anymore
and take illicit drugs to survive and come back?”
“No, I
didn’t think so… maybe you’ve done great things, but now you’re coming to a
Rumble like no other… where 30-40 maybe 50 men will gun for one title shot… for
one moment of glory… and in the midst of this heated war… we may cross paths…
and unlike the W4F… this Chamelion has no qualms about putting you up and over
those ropes… and ending your prospects once and for all.”
Chamelion begins unpacking his bag, getting
ready to train… as he continues on.
“Riley,
at first I was a bit upset about you getting that title match, I mean.. I’ve
won before and my opponent would go on for a title shot… I often felt the HiC
higher ups just didn’t like me taking all their gold.. but now I have a much
better position offered to me… so congrats on your win.. but I’m going to tell
you now… if your skills really do parallel your interviewing capabilities… I’ll
never understand how you got where you are… really man, put a little more
effort in… it’s sickening.”
Leaning back against the lockers, not looking
forward to today, Chamelion sighs.
“The
rest of you, whatever hope you think you have… don’t count on it...I’m not the
most Devious SOB in the business for nothing… Rumble in the
With a grimace, Chamelion goes to work to get
ready for his training… and we fade to black to give him that privacy.
End