Psycho Sandra (c) vs. Chamelion

[Chamelion]

PWA Television Championship
Psycho Sandra (c) vs. Chamelion

(Normal RP Rules Apply)

[Psycho Sandra]

(EDIT - This is a co-rp between Nina and I, and actually does not count towards deciding the match. We each will be doing just ONE rp, and then we will be posting them together on Thursday without reading each others. This way, neither has an advantage of going second, and this rp will just be the lead in to our own ideas. - C)


The scene opens inside of what looks like the Sommers' gym. The lights are dim and vaguely, one can hear heavy breathing, combined with a grunt or two. After a few seconds of this, the camera pans over a series of fallen clothing articles, which litter the floor. Pants and shirts lead the viewer towards the ring, where the panting seems to be coming from.

As the camera continues its journey over the renmants of clothes, Chamelion's voice can be heard through short breaths, "Wow, I gotta say, you've certainly not lost your touch, sweety. Wanna go again?"

Sandra's voice follows soon after, "Yeah, well.. been lookin' forward to it.. besides," she continues, followed by a loud slamming sound on the mat. "You promised."

Rusting continues as Chamelion replies, "I'll go all night with you! I mean...(a feminine grunt overlaps his voice with another thump)...a lot to get out of our systems before Friday!"

Sandra's heavy sigh can be heard soon after, following by a resounding "Thud!" and cry of approval.

"Yeah well.. I don't wanna wear you out too much, before the big day.."

Finally, the camera pans up to find Chamelion in his wrestling gear, pulling himself back to his feet, smirking and Sandra dusting her hands off, her own outfit wet with perspiration and Chamelion adds, "In all fairness, dear, that's not going to happen THIS way!" He winks and motions for her to come in for another grapple.

Sandra smirks, crouching down low, her fingers spread in anticipation, "We'll see about that. I got a few tricks up my sleeve, yanno."

Coming in, he wraps up with Sandra and takes her leg out from under her and he falls on top of her and pecks her cheek, "I'm sure you do, but watch out for the simple tricks!" He rolls off, jumps up and hops from one foot to the other, chuckling softly.

Sandra rolls her eyes and whips her hair back, "Oh please. I let you do that," she said playfully, diving for his legs to knock him on his back.

Laying there, Chamelion doesn't put much effort into pushing her off, "Mmm hmm, well, right now we're teasing, but Friday's a big deal for both of us. I know you won't hold back, but realize I won't either!"

Sandra leans on Chamelion's chest, relaxing so that she's simply lying on him, like a tigress on her prey, "Yeah? Well I figured as much. Why do you think this is gonna be so much fun, hm?"

Licking his lips, knowing she knows he likes feeling her on top of him, Chamelion rolls his eyes playfully, "I know!" He then flips her off of him, nips up and spins, taking a slight bow, "So, no more playing. I would very much like to be recognized as the PWA TV Champion. I've not held any titles since the BWD closed six months ago. Sorry it has to be you I take it from, but that's what Im going to do!"

Sandra takes a few moments to look at him seriously, then bursts into laughter, "Oh okay, alright! I'll humor you. Tell ya what, if you win, I'll quit smoking huh? But if I win..." She raises both eyebrows.

Spreading into his Cheshire Smile, Chamelion rubs his hands together, "So let me get this straight! I win and I get the TV title, you'll stop smoking and your kisses will be all the sweeter for it? Oh baby, you've motivated me very very much! So, what do you get if you win?"

Sandra looks up and away, pursing her lips in thought, "Mmmmm....... lets see...." She looks him over, her tongue sticking out between her lips, and grins. "..you gotta get a tattoo. Of me. Looking super bad-ass."

Raising his eyebrow, Chamelion cocks his head to one side, "A tatoo?" he thinks for a moment, "Very well. At least you didn't ask for a kitten or something! It's a bet!!" Chamelion holds out his hand for a hand shake.

Sandra takes his hand and shakes it firmly. A split second later, she grasps his hand by the palm and tendons, twisting his arm behind his back, "H'yeah! Awesome! You know you're gonna look even sexier with some ink on ya.."

With his arm trapped behind him, Chamelion loudly proclaims, enuff that he knows for sure everone watching hears him, he replies, "And you're going to look so much sexier, when the only thing in your mouth....is me!" Feeling Sandra's hold relax as her expression turns to surprise, he reverses the hold, bringing her amr behind her back, pushes her against the ropes and whispers in her ear, "Remember, sweety, I am the most devious SOB in the business today!"

Sandra grins, her hair matted over her face with sweat, "We'll see about that.. but no worries. I'll go easy on your precious ego when you're getting a nice picture of me drilled into your skin."

Backing off, Chamelion dusts his hands off, and nods, "Very well! Make you another deal. You'r due to cut your own promo against me at the PWA offices. I'll do the same, but let's tell Raizzor to air them back to back, so we don't know what the other says... this way, neither of us gets an advantage of 'going second."


She nods, "Fair enough.. just remember baby," she pokes him in the ribs. "One crack about my ass and you'll be out on yours. GOT IT?"

Chamelion looks at her with mock shock, "But hunny, there's so much about your ass that I love. Coping, patting, rubbing, molding, kissing, licking and on Friday; Kicking!" and with that he backs up with three hops, giving her a wide teasing grin.

Sandra leans against the robes, waving a hand, "I'll try not to bruise yours too much, baby. God knows how much you need it to talk out of.."

With the screen fading to black, we hear Chamelion shout "HEY!"

[Psycho Sandra]

The scene opens inside of an arcade. The inside of the arcade doesn’t seem to be lit very well, and it seems as if the entire mall is closed. There is a metal grate over the entrance, and only two of the machines seem to be lit. Suddenly, a bright light turns on, followed by a male voice…

Let’s DDR!

The camera pans over towards the source of the light and the noise. A large DDR machine has been turned on, and it’s flashing blinking lights seem to set it apart from all of the other machines that are either off, or dully lit. The machine itself looks fairly old and worn, bearing the sign “Dance Dance Revolution; Third Mix”. Beside it, someone is shuffling about on the floor. The camera pans beside it, and we see Psycho Sandra. She’s wearing a pair of shorts, a tank top, and running shoes. Her hair is still in pigtails, but she is otherwise dressed rather casually. She straps on a pair of ankle and wrist weights with large “10lb” text written on each, and smirks at the DDR machine.

“Oh baby.. it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She says longingly to the arcade machine, stroking it with her palm. “I remember when we first met. I was still in my boxing phase, and you taught me faster foot work. Well baby, I’m not like that anymore.. my punches just aren’t what they used to be…”

Sandra sighs and begins selecting a song. She picks “B4U” and starts bouncing from foot to foot, looking more and more happy as the peppy techno beat fills the sound.

“I ain’t a boxer, no more. I’m an actual ‘wrestler’. Wrestler, who like, grabs people and chokes ‘em out. I’ve learned from some great guys! I mean some great guys who have choked out some great guys, and actually committed murder but ended up getting off on ‘manslaughter’.. but my point is, I’m not a boxer anymore, and if I’m gonna win against the Chamo-boy, it’s gonna be with wrestling, and not with something like.. I dunno… a baseball bat.”

Leaning over, Sandra picks up a bottle of water and takes a drink. She turns to the camera and smiles proudly.

“Cham, I love ya. I love ya ‘till the day I die. I’ve fought you before, and I’ve fought with you, and I know better than to think that all of your old tricks and weaknesses will be applied to this fight. You’re gonna throw something new at me. This much I gather! I anticipate it, ‘cuz seriously… who better to test out something new than someone who knows you, inside and out?” She taps the side of your head. “I know how you think, baby. You’re gonna pull that whole ‘devious SOB’ and try to mess with me. Well baby, I am way ahead of ya. Like we said on PWA Radio…”

Sandra puts down her water bottle and reaches for her top. With one move, she rips it off at the seams, exposing her breasts. They’re blurred for a moment, but then become clear, as the editor realizes that her nipples are covered in skull pasties. Sandra doesn’t seem to respond to what she just did, and continues talking.

“There’s a few things that inspire me.. like, when I’m mad. Or drunk. Or really really wanna win. This particular fight is gonna be mostly the third one. Maybe a little of the second. See I want it real bad for a few reasons. One, I wanna be able to brag that I beat the piss out of my husband. Two,”

As Sandra moves, her breasts jiggle freely.

“I wanna be able to hold on to the title for a few more weeks. I kinda like the attention, to be honest. I mean lets face it, I’m a glory hog. The last thing I want is to lose my title to my own damn husband. Especially when I know his vices. I love this guy, and I know what to do. HEAR THAT, BABY?? I know you, I know I wanna beat you, and I’m gonna. ‘cuz I like this whole spotlight thing. Three…”

She holds up three fingers, and wiggles them in the air.

“The idea of you, with a tattoo of me somewhere? Seriously. Hot. I mean, I’ll have it designed for you and everything. I don’t care where you put it. I just wanna make sure that after this match, there is no question who you belong to. You hear that, Chamo? After this fight, the world’s gonna know who’s who’s. You’re mine, and you’re gonna stay that way. When I pin you, or make you tap out, or knock you the f-BLEEP!- unconscious, I’ll be taking back everything I needed. You, and my title. No more swimming in the past. This fight is gonna be about rebirth. You an’ me, Chamo? We’re in it for life. So I’d like to consider this fight as a second wedding. And afterwards? We’ll have a second honeymoon.”

She smirks.

“After the tattoo parlor.”

Reaching into her bag, Sandra pulls out a baseball bat and slams it against the palm of her hand. Again, more breast jiggling.

“Baby, lets put the past behind us. We got a bright future, so it’s time to say adios to all the stuff we left behind. ADIOS, BULL SH-BLEEP!-!!”

Sandra reaches back and begins wailing on the DDR machine with her baseball bat. Sparks fly, and the techno eventually fades away. The camera man takes a few hesitant steps backwards, and as we fade to black the only thing that can be heard is wood against sparking metal.

[Chamelion]

We fade in to a loud machine like noise, and as the camera focuses in, we see two gloved hands guiding an electric handsaw along the red chalk line on a piece of plywood. As the board drops to the floor and sawdust flies everywhere, the hands set the saw onto the concrete floor and we pan back to see Chamelion, in long pants and a black long sleeve shirt, wearing clear goggles stand up and bend back a bit to stretch. He then picks up the freshly cut piece of board and brings it over to a half completed cabinet. Checking that the board will fit inside the main unit, he nods approvingly and then sets it back down. Removing his goggles, he wipes some sweat from his brow and smirks.

“Bet none of you knew I did wood work, did ya?”

Putting the goggles down on the bench behind him, he turns and leans back against it, Chamelion takes his gloves off.

“See, both Sandra and I am running out of shelf space for all the championships we have won over the last nine years. I’m not trying to gloat here, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that indeed each title does take up some space and a new cabinet was needed. I know I could go buy one, or have one made for me, but I do enjoy doing my own projects and this way, it’s exactly the way I want it.”

He cracks his neck, his muscles aching from the long day of working on the new display.

“And it’s a good work out too, and different from the standard in ring exercises that can get down right monotonous. That, and since Sandra and I are fighting each other, I don’t have to worry so much about tricks, backstabbing and subterfuge, so I figured this was a better way to kill two birds with one stone.”

Looking down, Chamelion realizes that his black clothes are covered in sawdust and he pats himself down, to shake most of it off.

“Also, I should mention that I’m not trying to give the impression that I just plain expect to win tomorrow, I know Sandra is going to come at me with everything she has, and more, and you the fans will get a hell of a match out of it. But let’s be fair here, okay? I love my wife with everything I am, but history and experience are on my side. I’ve competed in matches she only has had dreams about, I’ve won against men and monsters that could lift her over their heads with one arm, and I’ve been put in a position that I really, really don’t like…… I’m facing a woman.”

He sighs, nodding.

“Yes, we all know my history on that one too, don’t we? In nine years, in singles matches I have never bested a woman competitor. Sure, I’ve pinned Sandra in practice matches, as we helped each other perfect our moves and countermoves for past matches. I’ve pinned her in other ways too, but I think you’ve all seen and heard enough of that. (heh). But between the sounds of two official bells, I seem to come up a bit short on the success level when it comes to fighting girls.”

He pauses, contemplating.

“Maybe there’s a soft spot even I’m not totally aware of when it comes to women? Now, I know the ladies that fight would react negatively to that comment, and suggest maybe I don’t give them fair credit to be equal in the ring. That’s not true, not in the least. I know Sandra, Riona, Circa, Fire, Enika .. they all can step between those ropes and take it to anyone in this federation and make them squeal! But I don’t care that they can do that; when it comes to me, I simply do NOT like hitting women. So, perhaps when it boils down to the root cause of my inability to win a match against a girl, it’s likely that I just don’t like to fight them.”

He smiles a bit there.

“And ask Sandra, she also prefers to tangle with men more then girls, but I think her reasons are different. Anyway, delving into my psyche isn’t going to help me tomorrow, I need to come at this match with a different perspective then normal, and with Sandra; that’s very easy to do. See, as I said, I love my wife, but we both agreed, this is a match we have to go all out for; she’s gonna hold nothing back, and neither am I. So what does that mean exactly? Am I going to work over her leg, try to break her down and bleed her? Is she going to kick me in my balls when the ref isn’t looking and roll me up for a pin? Ya know, that could happen, but what it means in truth is that when we hit each other with all we have, we’re not going to stop and check to see if the other is hurt, we’re going to carry through, find each other’s weakness and exploit them as much as we can.”

Chamelion pushes away from the bench and grabs another sheet of boarding. As he lines it up on the saw horses, he continues on.

“So, Sandra dear, the love of my life, the apple of my eye; tomorrow night you and I are going to fight. The prize? The PWA Television Championship, among other things. I don’t like you smoking, I want you to live a long healthy life with clean lungs and a mouth so fresh and smooth I could kiss it for days. I can stand losing the match against you, but that may be more of an incentive then the title itself. Then again, you know me; I’ve not held a championship since December of last year… when I retired the BWF World Championship, and to hold onto another PWA title, after nearly six years, is just too good to let go. So, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to play a bit dirty here… and I hope you’ll forgive me by Sunday.”

He picks up his measuring tape and begins to measure the board.

“I remember years and years ago, when Draven kidnapped you, and we were all lead to believe he raped you… the PWA decided HEY, let’s give Chamelion a world title match… against YOU, the champion at the time. They didn’t care you may not show, they didn’t care what was going outside the PWA, they just wanted to make things worse between us. So, I sat in our kitchen, my hair a mess, my clothes rumpled.. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat.. and the PWA decided what a time to record my promo for the match. What you saw, what everyone saw, was a man devastated by your situation. But you, you got away, or were let go… and you rode your Harley to the arena, where you took out your rage of what happened; ON ME!”

He straightens up, his smile gone.

“I tried to talk to you, tried to see if you were okay, and you took advantage of that and used your pain and anger to pin me. It always bothered me to wonder if you knew exactly what you were doing in that regard, and we never did talk it through as well as we should have. In the end, my brother and I found out the truth, but Draven still paid the price for his indiscretions… the point is, you allowed your pain and anger to fuel you to take advantage, and it worked… this time, you hid from me your trip to the hospital, until it was too late and that stranger could use it to black mail me. I was forced into a relationship with Fire, while in my soul I wondered where the fuck you were, and what lengths I would be forced to go through to protect you. If you had kept in touch, told me where you were before that happened, I would have known when you’d gone missing and maybe, just maybe, this never would have happened!”

grabbing his gloves, he slips them on roughly.

“So, Sandra, my sweet; I am a bit pissed. I know what happened here (taps his head), but what I feel here (taps his heart) is a sharp pain that you kept things from me… so while you may be angry that I was with Fire for a while… nothing happened, and what needs to be resolved… will happen tomorrow inside that squared circle. Tomorrow, we’re going to have our first, and our last couples counseling session… and we’re going to slap and kick the shit out of each other…. Get everything that has ever happened between us out in the open and bruise and break each other down till all that is left is our pure love for each other. Either that, or we kill each other in the end. Sandra; tomorrow isn’t just about titles, or promises; it’s about putting our marriage back on a solid track; all secrets bared, the past buried, and all that’s left is our future together… and with me; the PWA Television Champion to boot! GOT IT!?”

His grin back in place, Chamelion slips his goggles on, and fires up the saw.

End