The scene fades in on a standard round clock,
the kind you might find in a school building with it’s black trim and white
face, and the second hand deliberately ticking away second after second. The representation is not lost on us, as the
clock obviously represents the passage of time… in a sense that time is running
out before Broken Resolutions… leading to the end of one man’s future, and the
start of another’s. A few of those seconds tick away before the frame pans down
to a clean, white wall, and into the picture steps Chamelion, as he slowly and
deliberately applauds.
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
“Bravo!
Bravo!”
Dropping his hands, he chuckles slightly.
“An
excellent performance, Legend, really!!
The ambience and the over all mood of the piece was awe inspiring. So very different then what we have seen from
you these past few months.”
Nodding his approval, he then asks;
“And
what have we seen? A man who proclaimed himself the God of Wrestling, who
puffed his chest out, beating it with his massive arms that he could not be
beaten by anyone! This same man who
walked into the BWF, and was proud.. PROUD, mind you of having a 4-0 win streak
in the month of July, 2005.”
Rolling his eyes, Chamelion scoffs.
“Let’s
review a little about Legend’s ‘famous’ month of July, where he was deemed
‘superstar of the month’. First, he wins
against Johnny Manfredo after The Canadian Hero bashes Manfredo’s skull in with
a steel chair. Amazing effort there,
Kiddo. But wait, it gets even
better! The next week, Rob Torborg walks
OUT of your match, giving you a count out victory! Now, we all know Torborg is not exactly a big
threat in the BWF, so that’s not a rather big deal.”
He winks.
“Then
there was your CROWNING moment, as you became the new BWF Hardcore champion
after you defea… *cough* I mean, after you showed up at Vertigo and was given
the Hardcore Championship due to forfeit from one Timothy Murphy. Now, I suppose we can assume that the BWF
commended your big mouth and exceptionally over proportioned ego with the
superstar award, because your in ring ability? Not yet truly tested.”
With a wicked grin, Chamelion continues to
elaborate on Legend’s history.
“Oh, but
it gets even better… the very next Havok we have the presentation of the new
Hardcore Championship, and before you can even put finger prints on that
beauty, you get rolled up and pinned by one Kirlia Gardevoir! Which, in of itself is no surprise, as we’ve
come to know her as an opportunistic bitch!”
“So, Mr.
July superstar of the month, one loss to Kimek, a 4-0 streak represented by
interference, walk outs and forfeits ends with a loss to a lady. I ask you, exactly where does the Legend
status REALLY come into play?”
As he pauses, he scratches his head, truly
perplexed about the reference, before changing track.
“Now, as
for me, I have a pretty nifty streak going myself. People comment that a lot of it comes from
assistance of a tag-team partner, either Wacko Marko or Raizzor, and this is undoubtedly
true. I entered the BWF modestly, asking
for any challenger that would offer me my first match. I knew that I would have to prove my status
as a Legend or ICON in this business by actually performing.”
“And I
did, I beat Wacko Marko 1-2-3…but I also was impressed by his ability, and
asked him if he’d like to go for the tag titles… because I wasn’t going to
expect to be given main event shots immediately. He agreed, we won the titles and dominated
the tag title scene… until Wacko got greedy.”
Dropping his smile, Chamelion indeed
remembers Wacko’s treachery.
“His
greed lead to his demise in the BWF, while I carried on with my brother. Only a dispute with BWF management would slow
my career down. Taking a break to
refresh myself, I knew all I had to do was bide my time. Ya see, Kiddo, I’m
really not THAT greedy. I remained
patient, I knew my time would come….all I had to do was watch events unfold and
situate myself cleanly into the path that leads to the BWF Championship. That’s when opportunity presented itself in
the form of your whining about Reloaded!”
“You
complained that it was underneath you to appear on a ‘second-rate’ program as
the BWF World Champion, and as the Commissioner at the time, I felt it was MY
place to tell you to shut up. The truth
is, I couldn’t care less about your feelings about Reloaded, because the bigger
picture was securing myself in your line of sight.”
With his
“Worked
like a charm, didn’t it? Once your focus
turned to me, all I had to do was situate myself into your title match, work
some devious magic to your contract, and then get myself fired. So, when all
was said and done… win or lose, I knew you’d grant me what I wanted; the door
to the BWF World Title. I am, after all, the most Devious SOB in the business
today!”
Nodding emphatically, he continues even
paced.
“You?
Well, while you tried to present yourself in a different light, with your
little performance and a reading of poetry, you fell back on exactly the same
thing you’ve been saying since the beginning: “I will, I will, I will!” I will do this, I will do that,
yadda-yadda-yadda. This is the same
story we all heard going INTO Wrestlefest… I will win, I will break the 63
streak of X! I will show the world I am truly the GOD of wrestling. Kiddo, what you did was fail, and this Sunday
at Broken Resolutions, history is going to repeat itself.”
He pauses a moment, his eyes show a sense of
purpose, mirrored by his stance.
“Your
story is about to come to a close, your legend, about to end. The rise of the Chamelion’s reign will cast a
shadow on the twilight of your demise, and your resolution to reclaim your
thrown will be crushed while my vow, my promise will be fulfilled! You quoted to me a piece of poetry, Legend,
and while I admittedly may have missed the context of some of it… I understand
in volume what it is you’re trying to say.
In turn, allow me to return the favor, with a poem I feel is far more
fitting our situation.”
Composing himself, Chamelion straightens his
shirt, takes on an air of formality and clears his throat.
“ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
The hot contention of opposing fronts--the long maneuver,
Red battles with their slaughter,--the stimulus--the strong, terrific game,
Spell of all brave and manly hearts--the trains of Time through you,
and like of you, all filled,
With war, and war's expression.
Adieu, dear comrade!
Your mission is fulfilled--but I, more warlike,
Myself, and this contentious soul of mine, 10
Still on our own campaigning bound,
Through untried roads, with ambushes, opponents lined,
Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis--often baffled,
Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out--aye here,
To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.”
A moment of silence follows, before Chamelion
quietly speaks.
“Value
what you have now Legend; a girlfriend who let’s you play around, showing
disrespect to her love of you. Friends who follow you because of your status,
not cause they really care, and a career that is legendary only in your
mind. Reality comes for you Sunday,
Kiddo, and I’m the man who is going to deliver to you a full dose of it… GOT
IT?”
Turning, Chamelion exits the screen, leaving
us to stare at the white wall before slowly fading out.