We open the scene
just as Chamelion comes walking into his apartment. In his hands is a fast food
bag and two liter of cherry coke.
Grinning and whistling, he sets the food on the kitchen counter and
shrugs off his coat. A slight wince
suggests to us he’s still dealing with the pain from the burns, but the strange
thing is those burns seem to be fading rather quickly. Hanging his coat up, Chamelion grabs the
bag and bottle and moves into the living room. Crashing down into one of the lazy boys,
he grabs the remote control on the coffee table next to him and clicks on the
TV. Pushing a few more buttons, the
VCR turns on and begins to rewind.
While waiting,
Chamelion fishes into the bag and brings out his burger. Unwrapping it, he takes a bite… chews
and twists the cap of the coke off… following with a large swallow. He smirks at
us.
“I bet
you didn’t come here to see me eat, did you? Hold on a moment.. I want to check
and see what’s been aired recently before I say anything else,
k?”
Pushing play on
the remote.. Chamelion is treated to a few promos… but non so important as the
ones from Protean and Deacon Frost…listening intently, Chamelion’s face betrays
an array of emotions… from disgust, to humor to downright hilarity. As Frost’s finishes, he takes the last
bite of his burger and chews silently for a moment… then remembering Monday’s
event, he decides to start there first.
“Curious. It
seems the less effort I put into causing havoc for someone, the more severe the
event is… for instance… I watched, from home mind you.. as my visage appeared on
the big screen just moments before it went crashing down on Protean. Now while in the past I have been known
to do some devious things… I really can’t take credit for this one… but if for
even a half moment you don’t believe me, that’s cool… it’ll keep you guessing
about what stunt I may indeed pull on Thursday.”
Pausing,
Chamelion takes a swig of his cola… closing his eyes as the carbonation burns
down his throat… snickering, he opens his eyes and
continues….
“Because Thursday is what it is all about… the culmination
of an entire month of seeking my rightful place as the #1 contender for the HiC
Championship. You want to talk
about rights, Protean? Fine… Lisa
may have actually lifted a finger painted nail to inflict damage upon you and
Schizoid… but what happened after… did you go out for revenge, no.. you waited..
hiding… just hoping that someday you could use that to your
advantage…”
Shaking his head,
Chamelion lifts the soda up, looking at the writing and he turns it around and
around… noticing the date on it, it reminds him of what Protean has
said.
“Bad
news, kiddo.. the label on your revenge has expired. The Chamelion has kept close tabs on
Lisa ever since our encounter last month… every day it has haunted me that I let
her find a way past me.. I have made sure.. each and every moment.. that she
doesn’t forget who brought her to the top of the game… and who it will be that
knocks her back down to the bottom.”
“Lorenzo has beaten us all before… but unlike you or Frost…
I worked my ass off and came a lot closer then either of you… I’ve been a
constant thorn in the side of Lisa Lorenzo and in a short few days… I’m going to
twist that thorn ever so deeper into her side.. until she screams and relents…..
I played Mr. Nice guy up until now… but the HiC Championship belongs to me… and
I am not going to let two scabs like you and Frost trip me up on the last leg of
my destiny!”
“So you
go ahead and continue to wait in line… it’s what your best at… and don’t
question my talent, Kiddo.... nor question my experience… between the two of
them I have dominated the HiC in my own way… the spotlight is mine to claim once
again… and Lorenzo, she knows this… for Monday she broke the silence 40 days
long… and she’s all but acknowledged her fear of me… she knows she didn’t make
it here alone.. and she knows she couldn’t beat the best in this business
without help.. you can ask Sirus Moran about that one….”
Putting the soda
back on the coffee table, capped.
He turns his body sideways a little to lean on the
armrest.
“I need
no car, no stage set up and no underhanded tactics to beat you in the ring
Protean… not that I wouldn’t use them, mind you… I do tend to take every
advantage I can… I just need my focus and the undeniable fact that I have more
interest, more desire and more ‘angle’ to recapture the Championship then you or
Frost combined….Lorenzo knows this.... it frightens her…. In fact, I wouldn’t be
surprised if she wished this world title match had 3 or 4 people in it who could
beat each other to a pulp while she hid in the corner….”
“And if
Monday is any indication…. You may be better off avoiding facing another woman
any time soon…. Heh… and as for Deacon Frost… I swear I must have impacted his head into
the canvas a lot harder then I thought… for even though he somewhat admitted to
the hard defeat he took from me last week… he’s right back into claiming to be
The Monster… that he will inflict pain and leave me broken in two after
Thursday…. Frost, I’ve heard that before… in fact, less then two weeks ago..
from the very same source and it has about as much threat now as it did
then. You’re blowing smoke out of
your ass… that much I can assure you… you warned me to stay away from Lisa
again… and I’m telling you… screw you.. .Lisa belongs to me at Rumble in the
Reaching into the
bag again, Chamelion pulls out a couple yellow napkins.
“Thirty
seconds, Thirty minutes… it doesn’t matter how long I spend on either of you, or
if I even mention you at all…. I’m ready.. more so then I’ve ever been… the
Rumble is Chamelion’s time…. For now and forever…. 30+ men… one less then
focused world champion… two matches, two victories….it all adds up to one simple
fact; I’m the most Devious SOB in the business today.. and you can’t touch
me! GOT IT!?”
Wiping his hands
of the grease of the sandwich, he symbolizes with ease, how easy it will be to
wipe Protean and Frost off… and move forward to claim his rightful
prize….
“BURP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Scuse
me..”
Quick
fade.