Part One – Flashback Version 1.0
Just minutes after the end of Thursday’s event, we catch Chamelion racing backstage to his locker room. In hot pursuit is Lean Bean Miller… camera crew in toe, anxious to get Chamelion’s thoughts on the outcome of the match and his bid to recapture the HiC World title. But Chamelion’s mind is far from that at the moment… reaching his locker room, Chamelion rips the door open and heads straight for his gym bag. Fishing inside, he pulls his cell phone out, spilling some of his street clothes to the concrete floor. Opening it he pushes in two digits, preprogrammed… and waits impatiently. LBM and crew reach the door but the look on Chamelion’s face stops them in their tracks. They know better now, then to bother him. Moments go by and we see Chamelion react to the click of the phone being answered on the other side.
“Tell Me!”
That is all we hear from Chamelion as for the next four or so minutes he stands there, perfectly still with no look what so ever on his face. We wonder what is being said… and search for any indication at all to the positive or negative effect. Then;
“Thanks, yeah, I’ll be there in the morning. Bye!”
Chamelion shuts the phone off and stands there a little more, then he turns and beckons LBM and crew into the locker room…. They enter, unsure of the reaction they’ll be receiving until Chamelion grants them a smile… one that signifies great relief. LBM smiles back…
“It went well?”
Nodding, Chamelion puts the cell phone back into his gym bag, and collects his clothing off of the floor.
“It did… he’s not out of the woods yet…. The doctors are not giving him the best of all chances, but he made it through the operation…. Michael said to focus on the tasks at hand and he’ll keep me informed… So, speaking of the task at hand…?”
Chamelion fishes his water bottle next out of the locker in front of him, twists the cap off and turns to lean against it, taking a sip. He stares at LBM expectantly. LBM nods in return and signals the crew to ready themselves. In mere moments, all is set and LBM takes the initiative.
“Chamelion, earlier tonight you fought a hellatious three way battle to secure your chance to be the #1 contender… however, the results were not as expected… Protean as well, has a chance now to earn his redemption, at the cost of yours… and all this came as a result of interference from an unknown assailant…. Comments?”
Taking another sip, Chamelion laughs… a laugh free of stress… but hinting at the rage underneath for what occurred this evening.
“Comments?? Oh where
to begin… just take a look at where everyone was when that interference
happened? Deacon flailing around
outside, Protean prone on his back from the Mimic… a much nicer version of the
Broken Dreams, I might add… and the Chamelion just seconds from securing a sole
spot in the main event at Rumble In the
“Unfortunately, some littering asshole decides to make his presence known and put a damper on what should have been a huge single victory for the Chamelion… but no matter, my goal is still with in sight, and even with the addition of one extra annoyance, when I face Lorenzo at the Rumble.. I’ll more then make up for what went down tonight….”
LBM nods.
“Now that you have your shot at Lorenzo for the HiC World Title.. how are you going to approach the match?”
“With a lot more devotion and care then I seemed to do last time… but look, all that will come in good time… The Chamelion will soon address Lorenzo and Protean in a more comfortable setting… so if you’d excuse me?”
“Of course… good luck in your world title match, Mark.”
The crew leaves and Chamelion takes another sip of water…
“Luck eh? Who knows… who knows….”
Part Two – Flashback Version 2.0
Saturday morning, Mark arrives at the hospital, alone as Sandra has stayed home to prepare their stuff to return to New York for the Rumble…Waiting a bit more patiently for the elevator, Mark makes his way to the fourth floor, where his father is recovering in ICU. Following the signs, he quickly comes to the room, where his brother Michael is waiting outside for him.
“Hey bro.”
“Mike. How’s he doing?”
“Sleeping… but earlier he wanted me to tell you he heard you made it through your match, and wants to wish you the best.”
Mark looks to the room, a little dejected to not be able to talk to his father.
“What did the doctors say so far?”
“Still up in the air… but the doc says dad’s a strong guy… and he really expects he’ll make it through. But they have to run more tests and keep him under close observation for the rest of the week.”
“I know he’ll make it… I still feel bad for leaving…..”
“You did what he wanted.”
“A first, eh?”
Michael laughs, nodding.
“What about you bro? You have a match at the Rumble too, and Nightmare made you an offer… “
“I know… I really should devote more energy to that… and to give him a firm answer….”
“We both have a lot to focus on… but I don’t know if I want to leave here.”
“There’s nothing more we can do… and you heard him… we have to do our best… you for the world title, and for me.. well, for me to make amends and find a new niche.. which is not going to be easy.”
“No, it’s not.. and I wish you the best of luck.. I’m going to take the old man’s advice… put 100% into this… “
Michael extends his hand and Mark shakes it.
“You do that….. see you in
“Yeah…”
Mark looks towards the room, puts his hand on the door.
“…in
Michael watches Mark turn and head with a purpose out through the doors. Taking a deep breath, Michael enters into the room to get his coat… his own journey ahead of him.