Early morning at the Sommers gym, where Chamelion is busy packing his gear for the trip to this Thursday’s Twister.  Dressed in black shorts and a dark green T-shirt, Chamelion double checks his gear before turning his attention to us. He’s smiling, rather chipper for the early morning and he picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. 

 

“Frost, I have to admit.. I am looking forward to you ending my streak going into Rumble in the Bronx… in fact, I am praying in every religion I can think of that you will!!  I mean, here you are offering to job to me so that my losing streak will come to an end?? That’s so very kind of you… do I have to pay money for this one though? I know you take cash to do strange things… so I’m wondering if this is a favor or is there a bill involved?  No matter, to break this streak and go forth to the Rumble PPV with a victory.. is most delicious, I tell ya.”

 

Heading towards the doors to the outside, Chamelion glances sideways to us, raising a single eyebrow.

 

“I’m in the way? In the way of what, exactly?  You say the Deadpool is out for Lorenzo… where? When?  I mean, what HAVE you guys done to boost your position when it comes to challenging Lorenzo?  Have you kept up with feuding with her? NO.  Did you make appearances at her matches, cause trouble… make the heat felt by the HiC fans?  No.  In fact, where have you been at all… if you really want to be on the path towards stardom, kiddo… you have to watch where your stepping and avoid getting lost in the brush.  Let’s face it.. the truth is you’re in my way… and in a few days I’m kicking you off the path.”

 

As he reaches the doors, he stops, and turns around, leaning against the wall next to the entrance.

 

“On the other hand, there is the most Devious SOB in the business today… gunning, as you say, for Lisa each and every week… dogging her to accept my challenge, irritating her at ringside and at the same time.. making absolutely sure she doesn’t stumble and lose her title before hand.   But Lisa has shown her yellow stripe… and by the time the Rumble ends, Frost… you’ll have to ask yourself which path you really want to be on… the path to Lorenzo, or the path to the championship.. because soon they will be two separate paths… and at the fork in the road, you’ll have a choice to make.”

 

Fishing his keys out of the gym bag, Chamelion snorts a short laugh… shaking his head.

 

“You go ahead and come into the arena with the intention of breaking me in two… I’ve heard that threat too many times to be worried about it anymore.. you may be ‘the monster’, but I’m the warrior… and size in this case is not going to help you out much.”

 

Pulling the doors open, Chamelion steps outside, and proceeds to lock the place up as he continues to talk.

 

“I don’t think my past influences many people I face.. so I’m not expecting you to be any different…and as for how violent I’ll have to be… well, Mr. Monster, you got 8 inches height on me.. and damned near an extra 150 lbs…and I’m pretty sure I won’t be Mimicking your move.. so I guess I’ll have to resort to being devious… which, hey, that’s what I’m supposed to do… you see, kiddo, I know my opponents, I find their weaknesses and I exploit them… you may have bulk, but I have speed… and I’ll run rings around you.. until you’re so dizzy you just fall flat on your ass… then we’ll see just how big you are.  GOT IT?”

 

With a single wink, Chamelion tosses his bag into the passenger seat of his mustang convertible.  Slipping into the driver’s side, he starts the car, revs the engine and salutes us as he takes off… Fade