The scene begins inside of Chamelion’s locker room shortly after the end of Twister… he’s being attended by one of the HiC Trainers, who has ice on his face.. you can see his skin is red, burned and his wrestling gear lays next to him, half burned.  He looks angry, and he pushes the trainer aside and throws the ice off his face.  His left eye is half-closed, his skin is blacker under that eye then anywhere else… and we seriously wonder why he’s not already at the hospital.. he spits, and glares into the camera.

 

“Out-classed?  I think once Twister ended on February, 12^th, 2004… we found out who was out classed, didn’t we Deacon Frost?”

 

Wincing, he puts the ice pack over his eye again and ignore the trainer, who’s now bending and applying burn cream to his arm, the one not holding the ice pack.

 

“I don’t know if there’s anything to read into what happened after our match, but if there is.. someone tried to take me out of the Rumble… whether it’s Nightmare and his friends, Lorenzo herself. Thunderwolf,  or someone new… I want you to hear this loud and clear… you didn’t get the job done… not only will I be at the Rumble… I’m going to be in the main event…that is my promise!!!”

 

Biting his teeth a moment while the trainer continues to administer first aide, Chamelion concentrates on the task at hand… and keeps his eyes on us.

 

“Now, Frost, you talk about being a monster, about having a destiny and you will someday be a legend in this sport?  Well, you’re looking at a man who IS Destiny, and who IS a legend in this sport… and in a blink of an eye, the monster was destroyed.. “

 

Carefully, he smiles… as he just received interesting news before this promo began.

 

“But like any good match, a sequel is inevitable… and in one week, we dance again.  This time the prize is far greater then proving who you are, and how big of a monster you are…  it’s the chance to headline Rumble in the Bronx… “

 

The trainer stands, and Chamelion sighs and looks at him.

 

“Are you finished?”

 

“I am, but you need to go to the hospital, or you could be scared for life… put your ego aside and protect your health.”

 

Chamelion blinks at the audacity of this man to dictate him, but at the same time, he agrees with the assessment.

 

“Very well, I’ll go as soon as I’m done here… Raizzor will be in here in a minute to take me, I promise.”

 

The trainer nods, and exits and Chamelion returns his attention to us, and without breaking stride, continues.

 

“I’m going to tell you right now… if the most Devious SOB in the business can stand against your worst when all that is on the line is a little prestige, what chance do you think you have when it’s a world title shot?  You see, for the last month I have haunted Lisa Lorenzo.. watched her… even assisted in her stance as world champion.. but that time is growing short… all I need to do now, to secure my position as the #1 contender… is repeat my performance against you… and, admittedly, the addition of Protean.. but I’ll get to him in a moment….”

 

“Now you told me Fate can be a cruel mistress… yes indeed it can be…and how does it feel now that your wife; Reality,  found out? Hmmmm.  I’ve had my wake up calls before, and they can be a cold slap in the face… but it’s nothing like the slap you’ll feel next week when you stumble a second time and Chamelion walks out with a solid bid to become the HiC World Champion again!”

 

“What I’m trying to tell you in case it’s not exactly sinking in… Not only am I in your way of reaching Lisa Lorenzo… I’m going to get there first…what she and I have to settle, is far more important then whatever reason you have to hunt her… and if this last month you had any belief you or your friend would be the ones to challenge her… it’s time to wake up… I put my foot in the door, and before it gets slammed, I’m getting through… and then when the door does slam, you can run into it all you want.”

 

Shaking a little, Chamelion eases the ice over a different part of his face, but keeps enough clear so he can continue.

 

“Protean, off hand I can’t figure out why you’re in this match.. what have you done to secure a spot to challenge for the world title?  Have you been paying attention?  All Dalton wants is to show off how powerful the Chamelion is by besting two veterans in the HiC at one time.. and you know it.”

 

A short laugh, and then Chamelion coughs, and realizing his mortality.. he calms down, and let’s his anger settle a bit..

 

“Ok, that’s the ego part of me saying what I have to say for ratings purposes.. in truth, for whatever reason you’re here… I just want you to understand that this match is extremely important to me.. and I’m sure it is to you as well… but when it comes to ratings, excitement and a match people are waiting for… it’s where Chamelion is at.. it’s where I will continue to be at… so you bring to the ring whatever talents you possess.. but be ready for disappointment and to go home with a L in your records… for Frost and you will have one thing in common next week… the honor of fighting the soon to be HiC World Heavyweight Champion…. GOT IT?!”

 

Hissing in pain as he reapplies the ice to the sorest part of his face, the door opens and Raizzor, with a concerned look.. motions quietly for Chamelion to get up.  Chamelion does, and goes to grab his gym bag, but Raizzor grabs it instead, and following Chamelion out of the room, Raizzor closes the door and we fade to black.