Fade into a close up of Chamelion’s profile.  He’s looking off screen to the right, his eyes unblinking at he stares intently at something we can not see.  Slowly, we pan back, still focused on him, and we see he is in his wrestling gear, and apparently in a dressing room.  His eyes never leave whomever, or whatever it is he’s looking at, but he speaks in a steady, somewhat relinquished voice.

 

“I have to admit, you got me.  I bow to the better man!”

 

And he does.  Chamelion bows serenely and we pan back and move right to find his staring into a full length mirror.  Lifting just his head, he smiles mischievously before straightening up and turning his head our way.

 

“When you’re outclassed, be open and honest, I always say.”

 

Winking, he brushes his long hair out of his face and reaches off screen and grabs a large white towel.  We follow him and discover we’re at the local YMCA, where Chamelion and his Brother have signed up for the next two weeks to train both for Monday’s Havok and Hearts on Fire.  Sitting down in front of his locker, he wipes his forehead and drops the towel on the bench.  Pivoting around he straddles it and smiles.

 

“Kyle, we used to have someone here named Cammie, and if you meant to address her, she’s long gone. And by the way, as someone who does try to address all the issues, I’m staying at a hotel right now and the only stained sheets I need to worry about is after Sandra and I….well, you get the idea.. family television and all of that.”

 

He winks, then turns his attention to more serious matters.

 

“You don’t seem to understand me very well, Kyle, since I am not a man who is frightened by much of anything in the world of wrestling.  I never said your history was fantasy, just not something that carries a lot of weight in my opinion.  I mean, here you trained with some of the greats in the business, and then all you could do was wrestle in Japan for over a decade?  What really kept you from coming over here before now?  There’s a lot more here in America then just the BWF… And if you had such a grand following, I think you could have made your own way, without waiting for any phone calls.  I ask you; what were YOU afraid of?”

 

He raises an eyebrow, honestly curious, but continues.

 

“I made my own destiny, Kiddo, and went where I wanted too, when I wanted too.  I didn’t need a following to garner respect from the ‘big wigs’, or a bunch of fan-based tapes to get noticed.”

 

Letting out a long breath, Chamelion scratches behind his neck for a moment, thinking.

 

“I didn’t focus on your loss last week, kiddo, I merely brought it to your attention that after coming here and starting out big, you finally were put against one of the top dogs in the BWF and for all your posturing, puffed out chest attitude about being able to switch from one style to another, you were not as ready as you thought you were.  Primetime? Not exactly fine wine.  Nick? So involved with Executioner M.C. could best him, and Justin Hunt? Well, I have just one word about him: Who???”

 

“Any talented competitor who knows a plethora of wrestling styles can switch at ease from one to another when necessary, I do it myself.  Hardcore, high flying, technical? I am well versed in all of them as well, and they suit me when necessary.  I also worked hard to learn how to counter many of the more devastating moves that can render a person incapacitated, but man; I don’t quote poetry about them.  Yes, I watched your matches, and yes, I remember and remember and remember… sheesh.  Kiddo, I appreciate what you bring to the ring, but you’re missing the main point in all this; This is the real thing here, and your previous history is not going to serve you well against me.”

 

“Nor is mine against you.  Twenty Five, Zero, One… yeah, that’s the scoreboard for The Chamelion, but I didn’t achieve it because of the HiC or PWA history? I didn’t achieve it because I trained with the likes of Sirus and the Moran family.  No, I garnered that record because every single time I go out there, it’s the only time that matters.  The fans can cheer me, boo me, hate me or love me… that’s beside the point… I didn’t need them to get here, and I don’t need them to be here.   I love them for their support, I admit, but the only person on this God Green Earth that put me where I am. Is ME!!”

 

His smile fades and he holds up his hand like a mouth and opens and closes it quickly, like gabbing.

 

“It’s the, It’s the, It’s the…. Damn man, give it a rest.  Sure, you may impress the fans during your match, but you are not the end all, be all of the night.  Legend vs Chamelion; Match of the Night at Broken Resolutions… why? Because he and I put on a clinic, a true story of a match, and that’s what people remember.  I like to think they remember me as well, for the show I put on to impress them, while at the same time, striving with all my heart to come out on top.  But I can’t make them, darn it.”

 

Chamelion shrugs to suggest it really does not matter.  In truth, he’d do his best if no one liked him at all.

 

“As I said, you really do not know me that well.  I’ve never believed that only winners matter; because I’m not perfect and that would really put a kibosh on my self worth!  Winning is not worth it if you don’t put forth your best effort to achieve that victory, either, and well… it makes sense that the winner wins… but I think you meant that in a more in depth sort of way.  Fact is, men like Legend, Sirus, and even Cody Clark can lose a match, and still be considered winners.  I’d like to include you onto that list sometime too… you didn’t back down from Eliminator, I credit you, but like I said; you stepped into the main event realm, and faltered.”

 

He pauses, and considers his next words.

”As for my number one contendership spot? I didn’t book myself into this match against you, the BWF committee did, and I do not think they’d want to risk their main event at Hearts on Fire by making this match for my spot.  Fact is, there is only ONE reason why I won’t give you that opportunity and I think you know what it is.  It’s not fear, because hey, if you beat me Monday, I’ll fully admit you’re deserving.  No, it would not be fair for me to offer it up to you, for a different reason, but I ask you to carefully consider what that reason is; before you challenge me on the issue, because the truth is I contemplated that very issue before you brought it up.”

 

With that, Chamelion stands and opens his locker.  Stopping, he turns back.

 

“Don’t waste your time worrying about what I believe or don’t believe, concerning your past.  I’d worry more about what the future holds.  I like where I am right now, there’s no denying that, and I certainly will strive to maintain that level of achievement, especially with such an important match coming up against Toxic. Because of that, I can promise you that the trials and tribulations you’ve experienced here so far, pale in comparison to what’s to come.  You got a shot against the man who will soon be the BWF World Heavyweight Champion, to shine in a very exclusive spotlight before your time. I’m glad you do not think winning is everything, cause that will ensure that when the Most Devious S.O.B in the business today stays true to his path, you’ll still have that precious history of yours to hold onto. GOT IT?”

 

Turning back, Chamelion begins to change and that’s our cue to fade away.