As we begin, we find ourselves up in the hills above Las Vegas, Nevada.  The bright city lights, the hustle and bustle of the people gambling away their hard earned money, the excitement of the shows… all of it seems insignificant way up here.  We turn slowly to find Chamelion sitting on a large rock… his green mustang parked shortly behind him.  He has his knees scrunched up under his chin and he just stares off into space, his thoughts a million miles away. 

 

Obviously, with all that has been going on, Chamelion has to be thinking of his brother, his family and most of all, of Erik Draven.. the man who all but destroyed everything and everyone that Chamelion loved.  He must be in deep, deep thought thinking of what he’s going to do to Draven, once he gets his hands around him, and we certainly can believe that the most devious S.O.B. in the world of professional wrestling is coming up with a major plan to do just that.

 

Chamelion’s eyes come back into focus, and he turns his head our way, and we brace ourselves for the vicious words of revenge, about to be spoken.

 

“Huh???”

 

We blink.  Chamelion has the most bewildered look on his face…

 

“I’m sorry.. I was kinda lost.. I just listened to Don Mega’s latest rant.. and for the life of me, I can’t make heads or tails of it.  Did he speak English?”

 

Shrugging, Chamelion let’s his legs drop to the ground, and he stretches.  Yawning quietly he smirks softly and winks at us.

 

“Just kidding, I understood you.. somewhat, Mega-tron.. hehe.  However, it did take a little work… a bit more then I’m accustomed too.”

 

Putting his fingers together, linking them, Chamelion cracks his knuckles and sighs.

 

“Draven is of course, still my number one priority.  But I think I can afford a few minutes in the ring this Saturday to have a little fun with you, Mega-tron.  First off, sorry about confusing your nationality.  As I had said, I went to the HiC Website and looked you up.. there was no photo, it said you came from Hong Kong, and since I don’t think we’d competed on the same card at any point.. I really had no interest in going over your previous matches… again, I think I covered that as well.”

 

“So your black, no big deal.. I’m definitely not a racist individual.. be purple for all I care.  As for losing to Riley and Lorenzo.. So what? People win, people lose.. we can stay stuck in the moment or move on… I’m moving on.  Of course, that means as I move forward.. I have to face you on Saturday.”

 

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure what I was going to be facing… what kind of challenger I had in you.. but after listening to you… hehe.. I must say; I am not too concerned.  In fact, my only worry would be Erik Draven trying to interfere and cost me the match.. cause frankly, kiddo.. that’s the only chance you got.  Now I’m glad you don’t back down from any man… that’s cool.. but as I said, you step in my way… you pay the ultimate penalty.. I offered you a chance to get away clean.. but since you do plan to show your face this weekend, you can dammed well bet I’m going to wipe the mat with it.”

 

“Now I know I’m here to boost the ratings… whether you like it or not.. I mean, think about it.. the Chamelion main evented five of the first six HiC PPVs… always had his hand in the cookie jar and when ever you turned around, Chamelion was there to wreck havoc.. it’s my speci-alllity!”

 

Smirking, Chamelion leans back on the rock to look up at the stars.

 

“I suppose I could admit and agree that I don’t have the ability to break myself down… heheh, I mean, why would I want to?  For the record and the sake of everyone’s sanity, kiddo.. don’t compare yourself to Tommy Riley.. you’re not even in the same ocean, let alone the same boat… *rolls eyes*… and while I know I lost to him, I’d have a much better chance of getting past him in this tourney then you would.. I just got a few matches in the way of proving that.”

 

“So, does this mean the Chamelion is really going to try for the Tourney and to reach the finals?  Nah.. I mean; yes I’ll go in there to win.. but if Draven shows his ugly face, he becomes top priority.. Who’s The Man!? Be damned.”

 

Deepening his voice.. Chamelion imitates Don Mega…

 

“You won’t know who you step-in the ring with, till you step out, if you step out.”

 

Laughing, Chamelion shakes his head and sighs contently.

 

“I really don’t mean to pick on you like that, Kiddo.. but what kind of ghetto talk is that, anyway?  Is this a mix of Asian ‘don’t speak English very well’ and Black’s “gonna git you sukka’ languages?  Honestly.. if I wasn’t so intent on getting through this match and return my attention to Draven.. I might end up laughing the entire time… and seriously, Mega-tron.. it’s not meant to be personal.. but sometimes, I just can’t help myself.. ya know?”

 

“You just be ready, okay?  I mean.. seriously train and get yourself in shape for Saturday.. cause if just for one second you forget to take me seriously… if just for one moment you think you really are better then I am, and strut around the ring like you own it… that’s the one second where your world will be turned upside down.. where every belief you have will come crashing down on your head, with more force and impact then any scaffold.. and the lights in your eyes will be those from the ceiling.. after everything you dream.. gets Ruptured… 1-2-3… GOT IT?”

 

Standing up, Chamelion dusts himself off, and fishes the keys from his pocket.  Walking towards the car, Chamelion begins to hum a tune… and we fade to black as we hear the car start up.

 

End