You can not reach your destiny, standing still.  You must be ever moving, ever going forward, and not stuck in one spot, turning in circles like a dog chasing it’s tail.  Chamelion’s path took him along the beach, the streets of New York, and it has brought him here, to Madison Square Garden.  The Legend?  Sitting, standing, surrounded by devastation; an image of his career, perhaps?  Has he moved forward, no.  He remains, seeded in the ground, a weed that grows ever upwards, but never moves from that rooted spot. As we fade in, we find Chamelion at the base of Madison Square Garden,  Looking up at the historic, legendary complex.. Attired in a sturdy black winter jacket, Chamelion seems deep in thought, as he walks slowly up the stairs, ever moving towards his destiny.  He reaches the entrance doors and places a hand on the frame. 

 

“I’ve been here before, ya know. Even won a few of matches here. I love this place, for it has within it’s walls a real, honest to God history, that can not be disputed.”

 

Squeezing his hand into a fist, Chamelion turns his dark eyes towards us.

 

“Is this how you want to play, Andy?  You want to question Chamelion’s devious ways?  Fine by me!”

 

There is no smile, no hint of humor, as Chamelion turns his back to the door and crosses his arms.

 

“What you’ve failed to grasp, to understand with that thick head of yours, is that my plan was to win the match and #1 contendership in clean, concise fashion so that you would have nothing to bitch about.  I would have taken away any chance for you to whine, complain that I beat you by any other means then my skill.  That WAS my intention, but you had to call into question, the very fabric of who I am!?  Part of me is very pleased you did that.”

 

Pulling his coat up around his neck, to keep out the blistery cold, Chamelion continues.

 

“If deviousness if what you want to see, if deception is your course, then I will put aside my ‘honorable’ intentions this Sunday and do whatever it takes, to secure my victory over you.  I won’t care if afterwards you cry foul, because kiddo; you just assured me that you will do exactly the same thing to win.”

 

“This just proves, sadly, how much you really do not know me, that you truly can not prepare for what is to come.  Why do I call myself the most Devious SOB in the business today, and why, in the end, does it fit me more then anyone?  It’s because, in the past, I did some very dark, evil things to get what I wanted.  I ended my own brother’s career at one point, I stole the PWA and made it my own, I manipulated forces to assure that I would get everything I wanted… to them, it felt like it was their ideas, but it never was… it never could be.  They were never smart enough to catch on.  Andy, I hold in my heart a place of blackness you could never understand, and what makes me the most dangerous, is that I know how to control it.”

 

“Beating you at Broken Resolutions cleanly would be just as devious as if I snuck in a chair shot and busted your forehead wide open.  Either way, it would solidify everything I’ve been saying since the beginning.”

 

“Frustration seems to be setting into your soul there, kiddo, because again, all I’m hearing from you is the exact same shit, represented in a different surrounding.  Worse yet, you’re like a younger brother…and we’re going back and forth with the “Are Too! Are Not!” fight.  I present facts about your career, hard evidence to dispute your claim as a Legend, and all you can do is turn it around in my face; without said evidence.”

 

A soft look of sadness, pity even, crosses his features.

 

“You’re getting tired, Andy, because you’re grasping with that last finger on the ledge of stardom, and gravity is pulling you down.  Saying that my concerns are of other things around me?  What does that mean, exactly?  Your history, small as it is, is what concerns me.  It’s the raw material necessary to build a good argument against you.  I’ve been nothing but focused towards you, since the beginning, not wandering off to compete in some multi-fed tournament!”

 

He shrugs, as if to suggest what else he was going to do but the obvious.

 

“Now, of course I am going to use every bit I can against you, every piece of fact.  You’re presence in the Roughkut Tourney was open season and you go and make a rookie mistake.  You divide your attention during a most crucial time of your career, and look what it cost you?  Round one, and you’re eliminated.  Anthony Johns, so high on himself, couldn’t cut it in the larger world, which kind of wipes out your exclamation of being the best wrestler in history, doesn’t it?  As for myself? I chose not to participate because there is no other goal I want right now, save the BWF World title.  I’ve chosen one path to follow, and I wasn’t going to deviate from that.”

 

He pauses, sighs deeply, and his expression softens.

 

“Andy, for a moment, let’s put aside the anger, the finger pointing and the hateful words, and let me offer you some advice.  No man can fully appreciate success, unless he has faced hardships along the way.  Adversity makes us stronger, more attuned with who we are.  In a way, I do respect you, because this business sees a hundred men come and go every day, but only a hand full have the quality to stick it out… and of that handful, perhaps one or two will go far.  I honestly believe that you are one of those with a bright future, a real place in the history books along side some of the greats I have had the honor of working with.  But you can not reach it if you continue to fall back on the same petty arguments, making up lies to hide the truth that you’re still the rookie here, still lost in your own self-asphyxiating ego.  I can say what I will do because I have proven it, time and time again, over the course of years.”

 

“Your participation in that tourney should be proof enough of what I’ve been saying, a slap in the face from the larger world that you’re not as ready as you think you are.  If you’re smart, you’ll open your mind up to the truth, realize your drowning and swim hard for the surface before you truly drown.  We both want what Sunday has to offer our futures, kiddo, it’s just that I honestly know how to reach for it better then you.  Someday, you will wear gold again, I know this.. I’ve seen what you are capable of, I know you’re no fraud in the ring.  A fraud to call yourself God, a Legend, yes… but never a fraud in the ring… there is much more out there for you to explore, to achieve, and I fully believe that you will climb very high.”

 

He turns now, staring into the arena through the glass doors, and licks his lips.

 

“Now, if you can pull yourself away from parroting everything I’ve been saying, and find your own shtick, then you may finally have something going for yourself.  I am no fraud, Andy, and you know this.  I am the Most Devious SOB in the business today, and since you questioned it so, this Sunday you will bare witness to just what I can do, when I want something bad enough.  I’d like to believe I am a true ICON in this community, but I’m not going to hold my breath over that one.  Broken Resolutions is my starting point, but it doesn’t have to be the end of you. You can learn a lot, take it with you and start fresh.  Return to step one and build a new history, one that truly is worthy.  I do believe you got what it takes, that someday you will be champion again, Andy.”

 

For the first time, Chamelion smiles widely.

 

“Just not on my watch!  GOT IT?”

 

Playfully, he sticks out his tongue and walks away from Madison Square Garden, giggling.

 

Fade.

 

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