Fade into backstage inside the medical examination room, just after Havok goes off the air.  Chamelion is sitting up on the bed, as the resident doctor attends to stitching up his forehead.  He winces a couple of times, as the adrenalin from the night has finally worn off, and the pain is taking over where his rage once resided.  We hear the door bang open off screen and Chamelion looks up tiredly.  His eyes snap open and he holds up a hand to the doc to back off, as he slides off the table and comes nose to nose with Legend!

 

Chamelion: Oh, this better be good!

 

The Legend looks at Chamelion, and smirks. Chamelion's eyes are staring a hole through Legend, and Legend shrugs it off.

 

Legend: I think what was good was that save that I did for ya. You see how Torborg looked scared out his pants? I don't think he'll fuck with The Legend again.

 

Quirking an eyebrow, Chamelion scoffs.

 

Chamelion: That’s it? You come in here to gloat that you ‘saved’ me?  I go through hell here every week, and you scare off one guy and you want what? A pat on the back? A hug? Gimme a break.

 

Chamelion slides back on the table and tells the doc to complete his job, but he looks towards Legend, waiting.  Legend sees a chair next to him, and he takes a seat. Chamelion starts to get up, but Legend motions to him to stay seated.

 

Legend: Mark… you need to realize that hugs and pats on the back are not going to get you the World Championship. Staying unharmed is going to get you the World Heavyweight Championship. Staying safe is going to propel you past Toxic and his idea stealing ass. You know that I did that bit in September, and he likes to steal ideas. Anyways… Chamelion, I am here to see that you are safe for your World Title Match.

 

Narrowing his eyes into slits, Chamelion looks curiously at Legend.

 

Chamelion: Do I know you?  Is this the same man who less then a month ago I was fighting against with every ounce of life in my body to beat so I could go for the World Championship?  People don’t just do a 180 and start hanging out and swigging beers with their ‘arch-enemy’ like this.  Besides, didn’t you just say a few hours ago you promised revenge on me?  I don’t know what your game plan is, kiddo, but I’m not stupid!

 

The Legend laughs.

 

Legend: Does ANYONE know what The Legend is thinking? Chamelion, I will get revenge on you. You beat me, and took my pride away. You made me believe I was washed up. I won't forgive you for that. Ever. You see Chamelion, I am keeping you safe for ME… no one else…

 

Smirking, Chamelion nods.

 

Chamelion: Now that sounds like the Legend I’ve come to know.   I didn’t take anything away from you, anyway.  The only one in the BWF, the world for that matter, that thinks you’re washed up is you.  I’ve gone through worse losing streaks then most, seen the bottom of the barrel as it were… and trust me kiddo, you’re no where NEAR that.  But hey, I’m no psychologist, you want to take this and run with it, go ahead.  I have more important things to worry about then attending to your bruised ego!

 

Legend adjusts in his chair, and straightens his shirt.

 

Legend: Bruised. HA. You look to have the bruising, kiddo.

 

Legend laughs as Cham just looks.

 

Cham, you seem to misunderstand my thought process. I could care less about you, Torborg, Toxic. All I care about is that World Heavyweight Championship that I made prestigious. Saving you is making me one step closer to gold. Saving you was what the world needed. Because I want you to win the World Heavyweight Championship Cham… I really do!

 

The doc applies a bandage to Chamelion’s forehead, and he nods to the doc his thanks, turning back to Legend he sighs.

 

Chamelion: Now you’re just spinning your wheels, Andy.  So you want me to win the title, and then what? You’re think I’m just going to hand you a title shot? You got a long way to go before you get yourself back up into contention, and don’t come looking to me for a hand out, a special favor, whether you watch my back or not.  I earned this shot by beating YOU.  I did it in the ring, just the way I said I would and you’re the one scrounging for some footing to get back up here.  I know you’re good, I said it myself, but I do not NEED you watching my back to get the World Championship.  I made it this far on my own, I don’t need a ride to get the rest of the way!

 

Just then, the door to the doc’s office opens and Jen Blazenwing steps in.  Both Legend and Chamelion eye her suspiciously, but she smiles warmly.

 

Jen: Now boys, no need for those looks. I just came in here to inform you of your participation in next week’s Havok.

 

Tapping his fingers on the bed, Chamelion quips;

 

Chamelion: Oh, do impart on us your mighty wisdom, Miss C.E.O.

 

Jen narrows her eyes at Chamelion.

 

Jen: you should really watch your attitude there.

 

Chamelion: I watch it all the time, it’s quite entertaining.

 

Jen sighs.

 

Jen: Whatever.  Maybe you won’t be so funny when you hear what you got next week.  It seems that with tonight’s events going as they did, the BWF committee has seen fit to create a tag team match for next week.  They’re pairing Rob Torborg up with Toxic!

 

Chamelion laughs.

 

Chamelion: OH! I like that!  Do tell me I’m the one who gets to take them on!!

 

Jen: Oh, you do alright… and Legend’s your tag-team partner.

 

Legend’s eyes perk up, a smile forms on his face while Chamelion just sits there dumbfounded.

 

Chamelion: Tell me… Tell me you didn’t just say that!

 

Jen: I did.  And you can stop stealing tag lines while you’re at it.

 

Jen turns and leaves, and Chamelion glares at Legend.

 

Chamelion: Did YOU have anything to do with this?

 

Legend smirks and then shrugs his shoulders.

 

Legend: Gods work in mysterious ways.

 

He then winks.

 

Legend: Looks like you'll need me after all to protect that precious winning streak of yours. And WHEN we win…and after you win the World Heavyweight Championship, you can graciously pay me back with a little something called Legend/Chamelion II.

 

The Legend grins darkly, and Chamelion leans forward, grinning just as darkly back at him.

 

Chamelion: Coming from you, my suspicions are heightened. Gods indeed.  Let’s get one thing clear; I do not NEED you to watch out for me.  If the BWF insists we team up, fine.  If you feel you need to watch out for me, you do that.  I have a lot more to worry about then where your loyalties stand in all this, so I’m going to leave it up to you to keep your word. 

 

Chamelion reaches into his gym bag, and pulls out a key.  He tosses it to Legend who catches it easily.

 

Chamelion: That’ll get you into the Sommers Gym during closing hours if you need extra training time, which I suggest you take me up on.  Gareth has a list of tag team strategies, which by the way, do not include over inflated egos!  Study them, because if we’re going to be a team… we damned well better function as one!

 

The Legend twists the key in his fingers, and tosses it up in the air.

 

Legend: You're such a comedian. Over inflated Egos. It's not that… it's just me finally getting the recognition I deserve. I've demanded respect since day one, and I'm getting it now after putting on a hell of a match with you. And you NEED me Cham. You need me as much as I need you. Think Chamelion… I know you like the back of my right hand. I know Torborg like the back of my left hand. And Havok, the two best in the BWF… period, team up to take on a former and a current champ. There are two inconsistencies in this match and one constant. One inconsistency is that Toxic is not a Living Legend. How long did it take him to win the title? Point exactly. Toxic is nothing but a man who gets a job half done. Inconsistency two is Torborg. He's no real deal. He hasn't been champ since October when yours truly took his precious title and became THE Real Deal here. Cham, you might not like me, and I know I don't really like you, but Havok we have to get together, and when that is said and done… you claim the World Heavyweight Championship… finally, and everything comes in full circle.

 

With an exasperated sigh, Chamelion slips off the table, causing Legend to stand, and they look at each other.

 

Chamelion: Andy, let me give you a little piece of advice!  Do not focus on Toxic’s rise to the championship, don’t focus on how long it’s been since Rob’s been a champion.  Those facts do not matter.  Your problem is your so anal about records, yours or theirs, that you’re forgetting that they ARE or have been champions, which means they got up there just the same as you did.  I mean, hell, if you want to focus on that; then you’re in the same boat!  People do respect you for the battle we went through, that’s true.. but don’t lose it falling back into the same vicious circle you started in.  That starts with understanding one very important thing; I DO NOT NEED YOU! I did not ask for your help and I certainly do not WANT IT.  But I have no choice, and I will do what is necessary to win next week.  If that means we work together, then that’s what we do. 

 

He grabs his gym bag, and steps past Legend.

 

Chamelion: Torborg and Toxic will not take this laying down, which means to expect a hailstorm from them in the next few days.  I suggest you be up on your game Legend. Since you’ve made clear you’re out to help me, now’s not the time to stumble.

 

He turns and offers his Cheshire smile.

 

Chamelion: Not like you did at Broken Resolutions! GOT IT!

 

With that, Chamelion pulls open the door and walks out on Legend, who snarls heavily at the closed door.

 

Legend: Oh.. trust me Chamelion... when I personally see to it that you win that championship... you would have wished I didn't have a bullet... with YOUR name on it!

 

The Legend pauses, squeezing his fists.

 

Legend:  And my name isn't Andy... asshole!

 

Fade.