We open up inside a sports bar, somewhere near the Bradley Center on the night before Havok.  A quick look around and we find Chamelion sitting alone in one of the booths to the side.  Moving in, we find him relaxed, leaning against the wall with a foot up on the bench, wearing a Green Bay Packers jersey, and on the table is a tall glass of beer and a plate of cheese sticks.  Lazily picking one of the sticks up, he bites into it and chews slowly, while we settle in across from him.

 

“Mmm, not bad.  Ya know, Wisconsin has it’s share of famous things.  You have beer, Milwaukee beer to be exact…and of course cheese… and then who can forget the Packers!  A storied state in many ways.  Now, I’m not really a beer drinker, cause it doesn’t do my body good to poison it with the shit when I need to spend all my time training and preparing for my matches.  However, beer is in it’s own way; Toxic, and I figured it was a perfect analogy to what I have to talk about.”

 

He pulls the mug closer and spins it around slowly on the table.

 

“For instance, Beer looks good.  A tall frosty mug, brimming at the top with a strong head, overflowing just enough to drip down the side of the glass, pooling around the base.  Inside, bubbles rise up to the top, giving it a carbonated look.  Toxic is kind of like beer.  Ya know, full of himself, overflowing with an ego of believing he’s the new greatness in the BWF.  Legend beat me to the punch, but he’s right; can you really believe that you’re a worthy champion, when you took the belt from a man who obviously wasn’t completely in the game that night?”

 

Grabbing a napkin, Chamelion wipes his hands dry.

 

“You’re drunk in your own little world there, Toxic…and starting Monday we begin a detoxification program! The first step is giving you a full dose of the Chamelion, providing you with a taste of what’s to come.  Then we go on to Hearts on Fire, where we remove the temptation of the BWF World Title from your grasp, and hopefully cure you of this delusion of yours.  It’s really a simple process, if you think about it.”

 

Chuckling, Chamelion takes another bite of cheese stick and swallows.

 

“Oh, and do not worry about Legend and I, and our squabbles.  That’s between him and I and we’ll deal with it in good time.  You’re right, we are the hunters in this match, but there is two sets of prey, not one… and it really doesn’t matter which man hits the target and brings the beast down; there certainly is enough to share.  If Legend were to somehow pin you, Toxic, then I have to agree, the man would have proven he deserves to be back in the World Title Hunt.  If I pin you, I certainly will cause you to question your chances in two weeks.  Either scenario has the same ending; you lose.  Now, if I beat Torborg, then I get my little bit of revenge on him from last week.. and if Legend somehow pulls off the victory against Robbie?  Well, not a lot going for him there, I suppose… but again; Same outcome.”

 

He pauses for a moment, picking up another stick, but then setting it back down.

 

“I gotta put in my two cents on that ‘Toxic Ass’ comment, though.  I think he meant something more along the lines that you smell.  But then I don’t know Legend well enough to understand what goes on in that mind of his….but if you’re so homophobic to think that was his intentions, then you’re really screwed up, which to me has been obvious for a while now.  I mean, sheesh, leaping lizards? Can you get any more unoriginal?  No big deal, though, I’ve heard worse.”

 

“Out for blood you say? Want to break every bone in my body?  Why? Because I humiliated you and your girl, Tonya?  Because I showed the world that you can be made a fool of, even when you were SO clear I could not?  Toxic, welcome to reality.  In this reality the Chamelion is the master of the mind games, and he knows how to mess even with the most focused of minds.  In the moment you had everything going your way, ready to put Sirus Moran down, you turned your back on him because you saw me standing calmly outside the ring.  You forgot your mission because you were blinded with rage, and it cost you, and even if you begin to figure out my game plan?  Well, I’ll just change it and come from an entirely new direction.  It’s what I do, it’s what I’m great at… and it’s why I’m climbing to the top of the BWF; and become the new BWF World Champion.”

 

Turning his body, Chamelion settles himself into the booth properly, stretching his arms out and sighing deeply.  After cracking his neck, he reaches over and grabs the pepper and sprinkles a little bit into the marinara sauce.  He dips a stick and chews silently for a few moments.  After consideration, he continues.

 

“You see, kiddo, I don’t think I’m a Legend, or the new Greatness.  I’m Chamelion, and I AM the most Devious SOB in the business today.  I’m not a part of history, nor am I something new.  I am the NOW!  And while Legends may fade into the history books, and new things become old… I will always remain the ‘here and now’ of wrestling…no matter if I’m fighting for the BWF world title or just out to prove myself for any reason, that’s who I am.”

 

Winking, he turns his attention to the other member of the opposing team.

 

“Hmm, Rob Torborg.  As per usual you’re bare existence proves to be rather uninspiring.  The cameras follow you to a meeting room and all you can say is that you hit me with a chair, that I crumbled.  Then we fade to a commercial?  What is this, a one hour special?  Heh, but like any ill-performing show, you get bumped to a different night and time and no one can find you.  I mean, hell, that is one long commercial you got running there….what’s it been. Nearly thirty hours… by now I’m sure the majority of the fans have tuned into things far more interesting then you.  I heard there was a paint drying special on the science channel, maybe they all went there?  I warn ya though, kiddo, since I couldn’t really pick apart your first little appearance, since there was no meat to chew on, when you finally do show yourself, you can expect I’ll be right on top of things… trust me on that one!”

 

The faint smirk on his face fades out and he turns completely serious, even dark, with his next comment.

 

“Finally, a shout out to my partner, Legend.  While it’s true I told Toxic if you were to pin him it might earn you a shot back at the top, don’t think you’re going to get it from ME!  If the BWF committee thinks so, then fine, I’ll go with it, but don’t think just because you did me a ‘favor’ that I’m interested in paying you back.  I didn’t ask for this, and I sure as hell ain’t obligated to repay you.  I know you could cost us the match Monday if you chose to get a bit of revenge on me, but I think you’re smarter then that.  If you did, we’d lose, and then you’d have another mark in the loss column, kicking you even further away from the top, and I’ll still have my world title match.  It wouldn’t be any different then you playing with your guns, only to shoot yourself in the foot!”

 

Just then a young waitress walks up to Chamelion’s booth.

 

“Can I get you anything else tonight?”

 

“Yeah, go ahead and take that beer away, I’m not interested in it.  Just bring me a pitcher of water and some more of these yummy cheese sticks, please.”

 

“Sure thing, hun.”

 

Taking the beer, she walks off and Chamelion turns his attention back to us, giving us his Cheshire like grin..

 

“Toxic; last Monday saw the beginning of your future; the end of your World Title reign, and Torborg, tomorrow you will not be scurrying off like a mouse into the darkness… like it or not, Legend and I know what has to be done, and I do trust he’s more concerned with keeping himself up in the game, then to screw me around… and we will walk out the winners, and the momentum will continue to side with me as I walk into Hearts of Fire and become the next BWF World Heavyweight Champion, and you can count on that! GOT IT!?”

 

With that, he leans back as the waitress returns with his water, and Chamelion turns his full attention to his meal, leaving us to fade out.