Fade in: The Sommers gym, mid afternoon on
the Sunday before the PPV weekend. It’s
jammed packed as many athletes and some HiC competitors are taking advantage of
the free equipment that Mark and Michael have opened up for the day. In one of the two rings, Chamelion stands,
sweating and breathing hard as two men circle him. Their friend and trainer, Gareth Evans…
watches from the corner… giving instruction on techniques to help Chamelion
improve himself. Mostly, however, what
Chamelion is working on is countering finishing move after finishing move. Already practiced and put aside for use as
the Mimic are: The Nameless Knockout, Buzzbomb, Tequila Slammer, Elysium, Fatal
Dream, Mercury Driver, and more.. currently, in the ring he is practicing one
move to which he really wants to learn… Cry of the Wolf.
Gareth Evans watches carefully as Chamelion
advances on the first wrestler… and remembering being on the other side…
Chamelion hits a swift kick.. doubling the man over.. stepping to the side he
applies a double underhook.. Chamelion then lifts him up completely
vertical…getting him into the air before falling backwards and driving his head
directly into the canvas! Rolling to his
feet, Chamelion turns and smirks, as the second man is quick to help the prone
one out of the ring. Dusting his hands
off, Chamelion snickers as Evans nods his approval and exits himself. Turning our way, Chamelion’s wide grin just
gets bigger.
“Not a
bad move. Not bad at all… but enough about training… I want to get right into
covering the past couple of days… “
Chamelion walks to the corner and picks up
his bottled water, taking along drink.. he wipes his mouth, recaps it and then
leans over the top rope, letting it hold his weight as he relaxes… thinking a
moment over where to begin, he clasps his hands together…
“I’m worth mentioning? Awww, how sweet!”
The smile fades.
“Bleah!”
Licking his lips to get the bad taste out, he
chuckles and resumes.
“Don’t
let it go to your head too much, Dusty, when I said ‘especially you’ … I’m not
trying to give you any more credit then Riley or Nemesis or so on.. just that
basically I hate your guts and want to be the one who eliminates you, that’s
all. That’s part of the reason I’ve been
working on your move.. what better way to know my opponent then to understand
how he works… even better if I can beat you with it, eh?”
Pulling himself onto the turnbuckles,
Chamelion settles in for the duration of this promo.
“Consistent,
constant.. whatever.. you are consistent in your constant ramblings, how’s
that? And yeah, I did compliment Riley
on being able to keep up with me promo v promo… but that’s because I kind of
like him… you on the other hand actually told us to shut up, then come back and
say you like a challenge.. and you know very well how it works around here! No,
you’d be very happy if we kept quiet… then you wouldn’t have to work so hard…
but I’m sure, at the same time, you just love every chance to come on the air
and pile more and more of your shit on top of us. It’s your thing.”
“By the
way, calling you Dusty has nothing to do with anyone else in the business…
Dustin, Dusty… not to far of a stretch to reduce your name to that, and just
seems so natural in your case… and on the topic of Catholics, kiddo and so on…
whatever jokes or comments you want to make in regards to that, go right ahead…
it would just be another layer of lies and deceit that you have the tendency to
toss on the pile each and every time you speak.. I fear not anything you say
that holds no water… and if that is the only tactic you have left, then by all
means; use it.”
“So I
was right.. when the bell rang and the match was over.. Sandra holds a 1-0 over
you…but of course, you go an you embellish your loss and list excuse after
excuse… I remember the match myself….. let’s review.. it was Brian Rentfro
ogling your then pregnant wife… I did set up the table, but it was Sandra that
sent you through it… not once did I touch you or purposely distract you in the
match… you and her even shook hands, so you did what you could to be fair… the
ref got knocked out… by you no less… and both you and Sandra had losses in
those moments.. uncounted for the lack of the referee. In fact, it would be Robinson who made the
most impact, and allowed Sandra to capture the win. But down and out? Kiddo, listen… one sneeze, and I
do mean, ONE sneeze, doesn’t constitute
the kind of lack of power you had in that match… the bottom line is Sandra held
her own… took advantage as must be done in a match of that caliber.. and she
BEAT YOU! Oh, and Dusty, it counts… it
counts to everyone who saw the match, it counts to Sandra, it counts to me..
and it’s just one of those losses you’re going to have to deal with… for the
rest of your life… “
“Now I
wouldn’t have spent a lot of time on that, in truth, I couldn’t remember if you
and her fought before or after that to give you a victory, so I was merely
asking.. in return though you go on the defensive, and it became more and more
hilarious to watch you stutter excuse after excuse. I, on the other hand, have no excuse against
you or Riley… you found a way past me and you took it… I got that, it happened…
life goes on, and in the Rumble.. I return the favor!”
“What’s
the old cliché? Don’t get mad, get even?
I have a chance coming up to do just that, and if there is one thing in
this business that this Devious SoB does very well...it’s get even.”
“And
don’t even try to talk to me about my burns and my condition. Years in this business, constant training and
above all, the NEED to survive.. is what drives me past the pain of these
burns.. that and great medical attention… I’ll go into this event and I will
ignore every ounce of pain that these scars pronounce on me… I didn’t ask for,
nor am I happy with these turn of events, but I’ll work through them… that’s
exactly what-I-do!”
“You
want me to pick a side; then listen… I don’t have faith you can stick with the
program if things begin to falter for you… when the chips are down, Dusty, you
have a tendency to flee… it’s one thing to take a break.. sure… everyone has
too… but the list of faithfuls in the HiC, PWA, W4F.. whichever can be counted
on one hand… this is why they, like me.. are legends… no matter what is tossed
our way, we cope with it. We’re human,
we break down at times… but we don’t come in.. win a title, do little to hold
it, and then drop it and leave… which I can list at least on two hands the
people who do, or have done that.”
“There
is one other thing that differentiates us, kiddo.. I can, even begrudgingly,
admit things about you or others I dislike.. because I live in the real world… you
do have talent… but your egomaniacal attitude is going to get you shot out of
the sky before your time… your ramblings are long, drawn out and sometimes real
sleepers… and I don’t mean sleeper hit, like a movie would be. But you got talent, creativity… if you could
focus, stick to reality a little more and not make up stories and go below the
belt on half your shit… maybe half the HiC wouldn’t think of you as such an
asshole.”
“Now me?
On the other hand.. I want to be the asshole.. I think I’m pretty good at it
too… I also know how to find the crack in any armor and expose weaknesses… it’s
a gift… so while you have a chance to earn a world title shot.. for the third
time.. I’m going too… and I can’t stress this enough.. GOING TOO… compete and
win the HiC World title a second time at the Rumble… and solidify myself a
fifth main event match in just six PPVs since the inception of the HiC… Now,
why is this the case? I stayed, I
worked.. I suffered, took my lumps and impressed the right people. I didn’t expect to get these shots after
hiding or being lazy… for even when I was not appreciated, I didn’t give in…
and I’m not about to start now.”
“Why are
you so gun ho on me mentioning the AOWF? There, I mentioned it.. are you
happy? I don’t see what the big deal is
about it…. And on the topic of VDP… I used them to get what I want.. and I did
just that… then after wards, it all began to fall apart… which, in truth, was a
good thing… and I already went over the location of the previous members…
including Lorenzo… but funny thing is… you went right to Eric Hartman.. and
what the hell does he have to do with the VDP?
At least you could have separated the two sentences… what was idiotic was you had not a single
hand in anything that went on with the VDP after my inception… Demise came for
me.. failed… Deathsun lost to you, sure.. but by then the VDP structure was
already cracked.. it cracked when my hand was raised as the new HiC Champion…
and if any outside credit goes to that… it WOULD be Eric Hartman’s
return.”
“And
before I move on, we agree; we don’t want this place to fail… but what we fail
to agree on is that you have anything to do with its success… either one of us
could fall off the face of the planet, and the HiC would carry on just fine…
and I don’t need friends in the business to succeed.. I merely need the
opportunity in the ring.. and I have that… the rest, what happens.. is all up
to me… and I mean to get the job done!”
Cracking his shoulders from sitting for so
long, Chamelion stifles a yawn from the long drawn out work day, and turns his
attention to another Rumble participant.
“Nemesis…
it’s easy to remember something like it was yesterday when a movie’s just been
released the retells the story. Now, you
definitely are a long shot for Sunday’s Rumble, no doubt… but being a member of
Showtime’s family, the automatic distaste you have for me… is a bit unnerving.”
“Just
kidding, I don’t care. Being referred to
as a Fin is no big deal either.. it’s a paraphrase with the movie Miracle, I
see that… but kiddo, listen.. training seven months is nothing… you put in what
Showtime has, what Chamelion has.. what Riley has… and maybe.. just maybe
someday you’ll get your shot.. but for now, you’re still relegated to the
sandbox during recess.. and that’s where it’s best you stay. (pause) Although,
if you manage to toss Thunderwolf over the top ropes.. I can’t help but be
proud.”
“As for
the rest of the Rumble participants, from
Jumping down from the corner, Chamelion gives
us a wink and salute.. before sliding out of the ring and walking away..
whistling.
End.