They say fortune favors the foolish.
The question is, who’s more the fool? You have a man who claims he’s the God of
Wrestling, a Legend of the BWF in only his first year competing. Of the man who talks about being the most
Devious SOB in the business today, which ultimately leads to few allies and
even less friends.
If the saying is true, then fortune
ultimately would favor them both. Only
one, however, will come out of Broken Resolutions the victor. So, the new question, the real question is;
who wants it more?
Legend has already laid claim to the BWF
World Championship, and in doing so, let ego race to his thick head, saturating
his mind with the belief he is the future of this business.
Funny, lately, that seems to be the key
saying of every new blood that enters this place.
Chamelion, on the other hand, has earned his
way into legendary status. Ask around
the community, from one federation to another, and chances are people will know
who the Chamelion really is. Good, bad,
whatever, he’s gone into everything he does with complete devotion. He doesn’t claim to be God, he doesn’t even
claim to be ‘the best’. Chamelion just
states the facts; when he wants something; he gets it.
And what he wants, what his journey is all
about, is the BWF World Championship…, or the BWF Championship… Okay, so he’s a
little divided… blame that on the BWF for having two primary titles to go
for. Truth be told, Chamelion is hungry
for both of them, so whichever comes first is fine with him. Currently, Captain Marticus holds one of
them, while the other… the other resides on the shoulder of a girl.
Not that he discredits Kirlia, she indeed
took advantage of the moment, seized her destiny. Chamelion just questions the validity of her
reign, and does not expect it to be a very long one. Now, Chamelion is not a man who favors
wrestling women. Hell, even before his
unfortunate dealings with Lisa Seldon, he was always one to shy away from
intergender battles. It’s not because he
doesn’t believe in their ability, not in this day and age, more so he just
doesn’t feel comfortable ‘man-handling’ the fairer sex.
But, a title IS a title, and if Kirlia wants
to play with the big boys, well then……….
But that’s in the future, no matter what path
he takes, Chamelion knows that after Broken Resolutions, he will be well on his
way to becoming champion.
His obstacle, Legend, is not a man to be
taken lightly. While he may be a bit self centered, the fact is Legend did win
the BWF World Championship and he did hold it for a while. Some would even go so far as to lay blame on
Chamelion for Legend losing the title in the first place.
Oh, he so hopes that’s true.
No matter the true reason, Legend lost at
Wrestlefest and was subsequently stripped of his rematch, which leads to this
moment. The hands of the clock meticulously
turn, ticking off the seconds, minutes, hours leading to their inevitable
confrontation, one that is surely to be explosive.
Knowing full well what he is about to get
into, Chamelion has spent countless hours training. Whether it be running, boxing, in ring
practice, he has seen to it to focus solely on preparing for this
encounter. Little else has taken up his
waking hours, for he knows deep in his heart, that one miscue could lead to
disaster.
But hey, that’s never stopped Chamelion
before, from enlightening us on his thoughts.
Cue into Friday evening at the Sommers Gym, a
little over a week left to get ready, and we find him crouched over, one foot
on the bench as he unlaces his wrestling boots. Turning our way, he winks once, motioning
towards him with a nod of his head. He
pulls the boot off with the slightest of grunts, tossing it into a locker,
before he sits down and wipes his face with a towel.
“It’s
been one of those days. Working my ass
off, getting into shape for Broken Resolutions, dealing with the media
coverage.. or, more like trying to avoid it… and it can leave a man exhausted.”
Taking a deep breath, Chamelion straightens
up.
“Since I
have been so busy, it’s not been easy to slow down enough to discuss what’s
about to take place. In truth, I’ve not
had a lot on my mind about it. What more
is there to say, that hasn’t already covered everything about Legend since day
one? I’ve mocked his God-like status,
I’ve cut him down on numerous occasions.
Frankly, it can get rather tedious, going over the same thing each and
every time. I guess it would be a little
easier, if Legend wasn’t so… two dimensional.
Ya strip away his self gloating declarations of being a God… you edit
out all the women he seems to bathe in, and finally you delete anything that
has to do with his barely afloat Regime.. then what do you have left? A simple,
muscle bound block head.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Chamelion feels his arm
muscles and shrugs.
“In
terms of sheer muscle strength, yes Legend out does me, but it takes a lot more
then posing with pretty pecks to get the job done here. I, myself, have never been one to flex my
muscles and grunt “Me Big Man, Me Bash Your Head In!” Just seems kind of drool, if you ask me. Nah, for me, it’s more the skill, the
movement, the grace of working that ring that does it. I may not be able to simply out fight Legend,
toe to toe, but I will out smart him.”
Tapping his forehead, he leans in a bit and
smiles grimly.
“It began
this last week! So, Did ya get my
message there, Legend, or are you still trying to piece ol’ Magnus Jones back
together.. like humpty dumpty”
Licking his lip, he nods.
“Oh, I
know what you’re thinking! I had to have
Raizzor help me to send this message to you.
I wouldn’t expect you to think any other way, honestly. Deep down inside, however, you know full well
I need no help to do what is necessary to prove my point. I’m just a man who fully uses his resources.”
A wink.
“My
point, you ask? That the most Devious SOB in the business today is ready for
you, ready for whatever you have in mind.
Continue to sprout your self-centered proclamations about being the God
of Wrestling, by all means. These
continued delusions will only serve my purpose even more.”
Pausing for a brief moment, Chamelion
scratches his chin and chuckles.
“Funny
how Alex Wilkie stumbles backstage after being decimated, and still goes on to
state how he is the future of this business.
I worry for the BWF if they believe him, because his growth as a
superstar was severely stunted by the pathetic performance he showed last
week.”
“Now
that I’ve had a couple of weeks to shake off the dust from my time off, I find
I am very pleased with myself. I got my
groove back, so to speak, and it feels
really nice. Not only is the burning
itch to compete back in force, but I realize, now, how naked I feel without the
weight of gold around my waist. I
watched you carry that World Title for two months, claiming to be the best in
wrestling world.. and I scoffed. I knew
I was looking at a man trapped inside a tiny bubble he believed to be a world
that cherished and praised him, and with one little prick…..”
Chamelion claps his hands together, hard.
”POP! Bubble busted! Now that you can see clearly, kiddo, look
ahead! The path to the World
Championship just became far more difficult then you’d ever imagined! What you thought was difficult, was only
child’s play. Step into that ring
against me, and you enter a new kind of hell… one where you’d better pray to a
God greater then you, that you’ll be able to look into the face of your
greatest challenge, and not succumb to it’s awesome presence. GOT IT?!? ”
With one last offer of his