‘Sniff!!’

 

The darkness recedes slowly, but teasingly and we hear another;

 

‘Sniff!’

 

As it grows light, we see Chamelion standing, in his dark green and black wrestling gear, in front of a monitor in the office area of the Sommers Gym.  XTC’s promo is playing, nearing the end, with XTC on the screen begging to God to tell him why.  Chamelion takes a tissue and sniffs a third time, his eyes watered over as he intently watches the emotional drama on the screen.  As the segment ends and fades to black.. Chamelion takes the tissue and blows hard, clearing himself and then with a fresh tissue he wipes his eyes.  Turning, with a final sniff, Chamelion shrugs…

 

“Damned allergies!”

 

Grabbing some Tylenol off the counter, he swallows it and chases it down with a large swig of ice water.  Yawning, Chamelion then turns back and eyes the monitor for a moment before giggling.

 

“It’s sometimes hard to believe the drivel that they allow on TV anymore.  Days of our Lives, move over, XTC is in da  house!”

 

Turning the monitor off, Chamelion grabs his water bottle and walks out into the gym area, which is currently bustling with activity, as both HiC Wrestlers and private members enjoy working out in the state of the art facility.  Taking another drink, Chamelion clears his throat.

”Honestly, XTC.. do you think that emotional heart tug is going to get anyone on your side?  There’s too much history of how unreliable and untrustworthy you are for anyone to really even care.  I mean, you’ve hardly shown your face here in the HiC, less so even in the W4F… and suddenly there’s this big drama to do about your brother?  How convenient.”

 

Walking to a nearby bench, he sits down and smirks as he begins to pull off his boots.

 

“By the way, it’s layman’s terms, not Lame Man’s terms.. well, maybe for the case of your family and you, it should be Lame Man’s terms… would fit better…and if anyone around here is going into this Sunday’s PPV with an emotional tug on the heart sleeves of America, it’s going to be Chamelion.  Forced into retirement because of a blood clot in the brain, the  mighty Chamelion goes to the greatest lengths of any mortal man to obtain a very controversial and illegal cure!  Gasp! They said.. .why would you do such a thing? Why would you take a drug that’s been known to cause some very horrendous side affects in previous tests?  Isn’t it obvious, morons of the world.. it does what it’s supposed to do..”

 

He stops, and his grin turns wicked and somewhat maniacal.

”It got us back into the ring! Hehehe, do you reaaaaallly think you have a chance, Ex-TC? Hmmm, bad enough when Chamelion was the most devious SOB in the business and would do what ever it took to win, but now… nooooww, Chamelion isn’t just in the game to win,… Oh, no.. he’s out to decimate, annihilate, and terminate his victims in the most gruesome of ways… this losing streak of yours is about to come to an end, all right.. because after I put you away Sunday, kiddo… heheheheehehe, there wont be anything left of you to sign for any more matches… In just a day or so, Chamelion is going to make an IMPACT like no one has ever seen before… and with every effort in his buffed up, primo body, he’s going to tear you to little itty-bitty shreds and leave just enough for the birds to find.”

 

Blinking, Chamelion stops and thinks, his face scrunched up in serious thought.  He takes a sip and shakes his head.

 

“Whoah, that was intense…..”

 

His grin returns quite suddenly

 

“Oh, but not nearly as intense as tomorrow, and what I have planned.  XTC, you are just the beginning, quite literally since we’re the first match of the night, but more importantly, before the night is over, Chamelion is going to make quite a few noises and turn some heads… the HiC is about to be twisted up, and see things unlike anyone has before….. so, you pout and look like the little lost kid… and let Fallen Angel/Aura, whatever his name is lead you down the dark alley of despair.. hehehe, that way you’re already at the bottom of the well, in the grime and dirt, when everything you have hoped for, simply gets Ruptured away!… Got it!?”

 

Returning to his boots, Chamelion starts whistling a strange tune and giggling nearly at the same time as we back away and fade slowly to black