...or was it just luck...

Moments after the defeat of Adrian Hood I prowled my way back to my locker room. I was briefly stopped by the annoyance of Mark Canterbury begging at his wits end for a post match interview, but I wasn’t having it. During my first interview with Mark he seemed to show no real interest in what I had to say, matter of fact he seemed like the rest of the world...filled with doubt. The number one contender was supposed to use me as training but when it was all said and done that world was shocked and a new band wagon was made. I saw the looks on their faces as I left the ring...I wasn’t supposed to win...I wasn’t supposed to make the number one contender look weak...but I did...and I enjoyed it. Critics will always exist and my win over Hood won’t be believed as a clean win, Chameleon sat at ring side but according to a select few he was a distraction...he’s the reason Adrian lost.

Let’s face the facts for a moment shall we. The World Champion Chameleon graced himself with the privilege of sitting in attendance to see me...to watch ????????? ???????? take care of the light work. He gossiped and guffawed with the commentators, never once motioning for the ring, never once trying to screw Adrian out of a victory. Chameleon tested his future competition the same way I do every single week. He tested the mind of his opponent and Hood failed miserably...how can Hood actually call himself the number one contender when he can’t even keep his mind set on his opponent in the ring.

Chameleon, the human mimic man...we cross paths for the first time and the time couldn’t have been more convenient for him. Chameleon got a front row seat to my match, he saw up close and personal what I’m capable of, but he didn’t have to earn it the hard way. Lucky for him, his partner in crime just so happens to be the guy running the GWE at the moment and I bet he got a phone call asking for this match to go down. It doesn’t matter what you can do, all that matters is who you know I guess. Judging by my career with the GWE you’d be surprised I never got a World title run...I was just never lucky enough to be the guy who was awarded random main event spots against the champ for the World title. I was the guy who had to beat the world champ and the number one contender just to get involved in a triple threat match just to fall short...but maybe history repeats itself...maybe it’ll get that chance again but this time I won’t even bother. I’m just not interested...these so called superstars have turned Championship belts into the new “bling” it’s just something to wear and just something to toss on your bed when you finally get tired of looking at it.

   But why the long face Chameleon...why so blue? Could be because your peers spit at the thought of you being deserving of your title? You just made your first mistake in trying to beat me. You want to use this match as your way to satisfy and silence everyone that doubts you, but you have bigger problems then that. Everyone knows well enough the reasoning behind my return and you champ...will be my newest and biggest guinea pig. You’re battle through Supremacy will seem like a dream vacation compared to the test I plan on putting you through. You see Chameleon, I need you to prove to me that you’re worthy of carrying that Gold...show me that it means more to you then just the fact of being known the top guy. But...don’t do it for me...don’t do it for the doubters...do it for yourself...prove to me while you are proving to yourself that you are the GWE Champion for a reason...

No pressure though.

You are known for your impersonations so here is some advice...don’t impersonate me...I know myself too well...come as yourself...come as the World Champion, stop pretending to be someone else...stop hiding in the shadows of Perez’ glory and finally leave his womb. As much as I respect you and respect the way fought at Supremacy I still can’t help but feel you’re not ready. You called in a favor and got your chance...in all reality Steve Mathias was the only real victory for you. A tournament made by your best friend...filled with returning, unprepared talent...but not you though. You were prepared, you knew ahead of time. I won’t go as far as to say that’s cheating because it is but I won’t go as far as to say that. It’s almost strange to think that no one realized the upper hand you had from the very start of it all. What advantage do you have against me? You think you know me? You think you know my cause?

...You know nothing

All you know is what you read about...all you know is what you are told...yet you don’t know the joke you’ve made yourself into with these impersonations. You’re a walking, living, breathing lie...you’re nothing...you’ve made a career thanks to Perez and thanks to everyone on the roster you impersonated. When they cheer they aren’t excited to see you their excited to see another Mathias...another Danny...another whoever the hell is in the ring with you.

All these video work

...For Nothing...

Five hours...we’ve been watching this for five hours...

Went by fast as hell if you ask me.

You can’t be serious? I can’t imagine what could possible be more boring then watching old matches of him.

Take it easy on Cham...not everyone gets off to a fast start, some of us take two months to get our first singles victory.

Blame the tag team matches I say.

Blame him for impersonating an ass kisser, never mind I don’t think it’s an impersonation.

He seems decent enough to me.

If it wasn’t for Perez holding his hand from the very beginning I wonder what would have happened to Cham. Two months into my career I already had my name set in stone for not one but two GWE championships.

I shined my fist against my chest in a cocky manner while laughing.

Teaming with Perez was a great move on his part, Marcos is the GWE and Cham knew he’d find great success being his friend.

His friend or his play toy one in the same...all that training they did in Perez secret “headquarters” really made Chameleon the man he is today...no wonder he wants to be someone else every other week...poor guy. Must be nice thought, ride the coat tails of the World champ and the title opportunities just start piling up. Next thing you know his little arm gets broken and when he comes back he has a World title shot waiting on the bitch side of Perez’ bed.

What’s with the crude humor and attitude of yours? Something the matter?

Yes! I’m tired...I just spent five hours watching Chameleon get smacked around in singles competition and kissing Perez’s battle wounds after a tag team fight.

Fiend...

I grew angry

Don’t call me that!

Forgive me...

Man...it’s just...I don’t know. This whole thing with pretending to be Fiend and then pretending to be Victor or Michael or John or Christopher it’s getting to me and its getting out of hand. You think pretending to be someone else is fun?! Well it’s not...it’s annoying, time consuming and makes me feel like a waste of life...Chameleon has it easy.

Easy?

He says with a look of confusion.

He gets the make up department to doll him up, then he’ll learn a few lines, tell a few jokes and learn one move and that’s it. We’ve matched him, his matches don’t even last very long I mean he’s pretending to be whoever for a mere ten or fifth teen minutes top and then he’s back to being the washed up comedian that never made it.

I’m not a foolish man but I’m still not catching on.

I’ve become Victor Danes that’s the problem! Everywhere I go I have to be him or be someone else...I have to constantly lie. I’ve made a life into pretending to be someone for all I know I’ve impersonating  a real life Victor Danes somewhere in the world.

If memory serves me right, you’ve never had a problem with lying before.

I had to laugh, I don’t know if he was trying to get on my nerves or trying to humor me by getting under my skin.

Get your memory checked my friend. I just can’t wait to get this over and done with.

And then what?

And then nothing...stop thinking so far ahead. I have to put up with this bullshit for just a little longer, I gotta sweat it out because I am not losing my mind set on embarrassing the World champ.

Let me ask you this? I know deep inside you’ve got your respect for him and you’re just letting out some aggression but do you think Chameleon holds any respect for you or has a worry about you?

Doesn’t matter. Maybe he respects me and maybe he doesn’t. Whether he’s talking about me positively or negatively, he’s still talking about me and still worrying and wondering if what he saw against Hood is what he should expect...he shouldn’t. I can impersonate a much better fighter then he can...