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?”