Cracking the thin veil of darkness, light dances into the bedroom of The Chamelion and his wife, Sandra… waking him from a deep slumber.  Rousing himself from the bed silently as not to wake his wife, Chamelion pulls on his bathrobe and pads into the living room of their small two-bedroom apartment.  Scarcely furnished, as they have only recently moved, Chamelion easily makes his way to the kitchen and fetches a cold bottle of water from the fridge.  Drinking down half the bottle, he caps it and yawns loudly.

 

Smirking, he flops down on the couch in the living room and settles into the oversized foam cushions.  Plopping his feet up on the coffee table, Chamelion clears his throat.

 

“So, the count-down moves into the final week before Collision Course.  Chamelion is signed to be the special referee for the main event… and all the pieces are starting to fall into place for My master plan!”

 

A short laugh escapes his lips.

 

“Ok, so it’s not much of a plan.  Rile the feathers of Deathsun, mess with him and ultimately screw his world title situation.  Not exactly a complex plan of epic proportions, but it’ll get the job done.  Seriously though… Deathsun, ya really don’t need to take this personally… I just want to know the answer to a question that’s been burning inside of me for nearly a year.   Why must I do it now, you wonder… I guess cause I was being hounded to get off my ass and jump back into the ring… and I needed good motivation to do so.”

 

He takes a quick swig of water and swallows.

 

“Consider yourself good motivation.  I find out the answer to my question, I entertain the fans and I put a thorn just under your skin from holding onto that rose of a title for too long.  As I said, it’s all coming together!”

 

Shifting himself, Chamelion lowers his legs and leans forward.

 

“But other words have been spoken, that caught The Chamelion’s attention… words that sparked an inner rage… for I have seen, participated in, and been the victim of some heinous crimes… but to stake Ai Mei to a cross, Protean? (pause).. I Know that she would have done the same to you had she won.. or so we’re lead to believe… but it’s that moment of decision.. to actually go through with it… you paused before you struck… the indecision and conflict of morality did run rampant in that little head of yours.  You had the chance to back off… to forgo such a violent act.. and you failed.”

 

“Of course, let’s not forget you cost me the HiC World Championship… that’s also nagging at me… and not helping your situation one bit!”

 

“That being said, your comments about keeping your children out of wrestling and/or not even letting them know what you do.. because it is so violent.. just seems a bit out of place for you.   Ya see, Payton Strader may air his family life out on TV like another screwed up reality show…  and his ego may sink a cargo barge… but the man has a sense of morality you can not claim to have… or ever have.”

 

“Hell, even *I* crossed the line on occasion… electrocuting XTC doesn’t exactly rank on the goody-goody meter by a long shot.  But the images and intentions against Ai Mei puts you a little under the belt even for the Devious one!  As for my reasons to get involved in this matter, as old and ‘in the past’ as it is… you need to understand that I am not one to just forget about things very easily… I don’t fall into the hate one day, team up the next day attitude that seems to permeate many federations and superstars.  If I suddenly turn the other cheek, you can damned well believe it’s for my own intentions and desires.”

 

“We all have our terrible times.. emotional upheavals… Vicca Li….lost children.. Raizzor…. In that one respect, we all share a mutual moment of understanding.  But it doesn’t forgive your actions… mine.. or Payton’s when it comes to what we do in that ring… we may all be a victim at one point or another.. but personal lives aside… some things still need to be settled inside that ring… and by all means, call me talent-less…it’s amusing, coming from someone who’s never held a world title.. to someone who’s held four… plus an undisputed championship.”

 

Leaning back, Chamelion smirks

 

“And a final note, kiddo… you’re imitation of Joey needs work… lots of work… there’s just no spark there!

 

One last drink of water and then he tosses the bottle into the kitchen, Chamelion cracks his neck.

 

“Word has it that when I made my return last week against Scott Snow… that there was an actual LINE-UP of wrestlers who had wanted to be the one to face me that night…I’m flattered, really… and each of you will get your turn… but I have a challenge of my own to issue…. That no matter who walks out of Collision Course the new World Champion… they catch their breath as fast as they can… because I’ll be gunning for him or her… not for a world title match… but as a test… a simple test to see if the Chamelion is up to the challenges ahead…”

 

Standing and stretching, Chamelion yawns one more time and begins to trod back to the bedroom.  He stops, turns and smirks.

 

“I may be a bit rusty, I may not have all the cards in hand yet… but the balls rolling now, kiddo… and the most Devious S.O.B. in the business today is back in the game... and you can damned will bet I’m gonna be right in the thick of it.. GOT IT!”

 

With that, Chamelion exits the living room… and we fade to black.

 

End