Origin Of Chosen 2

So there's this guy named LeBron James, and a lot of basketball people proclaim him to be ' the King'. He's still in his early 20's, and people argue that he is the greatest basketball player to have ever stepped on the hardwood. His athleticism is unmatched throughout the history of the league. No one has seen such an unstoppable force. He plows through traffic and rises higher than anyone on the court, gazing down at us mere mortals. The human being that is LeBron James drives to work every day, and on his way, he sees a 10-story building with his picture on it. He is Cleveland's savior. He is the one who is to save the city from a championship drought that has lasted as long as who-knows-when (Who cares about Cleveland, really?). In the eyes of the Clevelanders (Is that what they are called?), he can do no wrong. What he wants, he gets. What he says, goes. He is the King. He is a global icon, idolized by millions upon millions. And so, one can imagine what that kind of attention can do for his ego. Feeding into it all, Mr. James goes to the tattoo parlor and gets a tattoo across his back that reads: Chosen 1.

Now every King has a Jester, and LeBron's jester is one Anderson Varejao. One particular day, Varejao thought it would be quite hilarious if he showed up to practice with a fake tattoo on his back that read: 'Chosen 2'.

We are the Anderson Varejao of the world. We're not gifted with other-worldly talents. We're not famous, and we don't have any kind of superstar-status-syndrome. We just work hard, and sometimes, we want a good laugh every once in a while.

We are Chosen 2 (Two?/Too?/To...?).