Chamelion sits in the Sommers Gym’s office. He faces us and smiles slightly.

“Oh, this is just too precious! Marcus had to scramble to find someone to team with him! His first choice made other plans! Hehehe, such devotion people have to the New Wacko Marko!!”

“And then, his second choice? Doesn’t matter who, or what he is… or she. When Marcus and his partner arrive at Havok… his share of the Tag Team titles will be coming My way! “

“Ya know, Marcus. I don’t give a crap if that sound scared you. I can assure you the source will! However, Mr. Run-on-sentence Man, after reviewing your comments.. I couldn’t find anything that we don’t already know. Yes, we’ve split.. but the fault of that is yours… we had the best thing going ever in the BWF… Three months running as the Tag-Team champions.. NO end in sight… and because of greed.. you screwed us both.”

“But that’s okay. In truth, what you may have done is secured my place as the Ultimate tag-champion.. because the partner I’m bringing into the BWF is wayyyyy better then you. A former Three time World Champion… numerous other titles to his name.. and years of experience in all kinds of matches. When he joins me in the squared circle on Havok… well, the BWF may as well just declare the titles owned… by yours truly and his ultimate partner!”

“There really isn’t much more that needs to be said… Havok will be.. havoc for you, kiddo… and the most Devious SoB in the business today is going to walk away still your BWF Tag Team Champion.. Hook… Line… And Sinker! GOT IT!”

With a wink, Chamelion laughs and leans back as we fade to black.