Destiny.
Each of us has a destiny. Some
are more grand then others, some positive, some negative. For the most Devious S.O.B. in the business
today, there is a question as to exactly which side of the coin his destiny
lies. In the broad spectrum of good and
evil, he has been to the knifes end of both.. but now he teethes on the edge,
one small step either way and he will be cut.
Will the blood that flows be that of the
sacrifice of a hero, or the dark pouring of evil as he breaks and does the
unthinkable? Over the last two months, Chamelion has been at his most
confusing… but one thing has remained concrete…his will to survive, to be the
best.
To be champion.
But as taxing as the month has been, there
has been one thing to keep him together though all of it. And as we fade into the scene at hand, we
find Chamelion standing together with his wife Sandra, outside the front door
of a very familiar setting. The Sommers
Ranch in
“It’s
digital.”
Shrugs Chamelion.
Oh.
Well, he continues to stare at it, as if the next decision is far more
challenging then any move he may make in the ring against his opponent in the
upcoming PPV. The tear in the Sommers
line, though seemingly stable on the professional end.. had it’s impact in
their personal lives, and here on a cool brisk Sunday afternoon… a time where
Jasmine requested Chamelion and Sandra join them for family dinner… Chamelion
finds himself unsure of his strength to meet this challenge. Sandra stares at him as he stares at the
door, and with a soft sigh of exasperation. She knocks.
The sound spooks Chamelion and he gives a
startled jump, turning and glaring at his wife, who merely smiles back. A moment passes, and Chamelion begins to
smile back, when the lock turns, the door begins to sway… and Chamelion’s
control almost all but fades as he turns face to face with his brother…
Raizzor.. the Soul-Taker…Michael Sommers.
“Hey,
bout time you two made it. Come in.”
And the spell is broken. All questions seem to be answered in that one
small statement. Sandra nods and steps
inside, and Chamelion means to follow, but Michael steps in front of him. The two stare eye to eye, and Michael moves
in…and they embrace. Family reformed,
truth over lie.
“Glad you
could make it Mark. Jasmine was
worried.”
“So was
I brother… I…”
“No, no
more about it… we’re hear to have dinner, discuss tomorrow and enjoy a peaceful
Sunday dinner… “
Pause.
“Got it?”
Laughing, Chamelion pats his brother on the
shoulder and nods, and the two brothers move to the kitchen to join Sandra and
Jasmine. Just then, around the corner,
little three-year-old Daniel Sommers runs.
“Uncle!!
Uncle!!!’
Swooping down, Chamelion catches little
Daniel and pulls him into his arms.
“Hey
there, kiddo!! How ya been??”
Wrapping his arms around Mark, Daniel whoops.
“Good!!
I missed you, Uncle!”
“Missed
ya too kiddo!! Have a good Christmas??”
“Oh
yeah!!!”
Mark starts tickling Daniel who giggles up a
storm as the others in the kitchen smirk and continue preparing dinner. Mark walks in, Daniel in arms and kisses
Jasmine on the cheek.
“Thanks
for inviting us.”
“Of
course, Mark… Being away from the business, it’s easy to see what needs fixed
between two hard headed brothers. Sunday
dinner is a magic elixir.”
Jasmine turns to check on the chicken in the
over, and shaking his head, Michael picks up a carrot of the relish tray and
takes a small bite.
“In other
words, Jasmine here has a better mind then the rest of us…”
Sandra blinks, but smiles non the less, as
she works on mashing the potatoes.
“I’ll
let that little crack slide by this time, Brother in law… for now.”
Michael merely grins. Jasmine interrupts.
“Go on
and go watch the games, or whatever… let the talent work in the kitchen.”
The men, including Daniel head to the living
room. Daniel jumps down and races to his
bedroom to play and the two crash on the couch. But the TV remains off, and
Michael turns to his brother.
“Tomorrow,
..big day for you.”
“Let it
be said, you have a talent for the understatement, brother.”
“I know.”
“Yeah,
Tomorrow definitely is a ‘big day”. More
so now that both Platinum and Lorenzo have graced the HiC airwaves…”
“I’m not
so sure Platinum did, as much as you did interfering in that press conference.”
“Heh…
devious is as devious does, eh brother?”
Michael just rolls his eyes.
“Anyway,
Platinum did let slip something is to go on at Rise of Tyranny… and he’s the
one who quoted cliché! Have I not said
before that the post main event is always fraught with some great big
surprise.. leaving the world champion slain on his back, after already exerting
himself beyond the edge of the cliff.
No, all I have to do is worry about surviving my challenger… ,the post
match hoopla will be a yawner… well, most of it I’m sure.”
“Any idea
what Platinum meant?”
“Well,
not specifically… but would this not be the perfect time for Deathsun to come
back and reform VDP with Platinum and Woondang.. and maybe someone else and try
to look impressive again? That would definitely
fit the bill; “Rise of Tyranny”.
Michael shakes his head.
“It’s a
good thing we don’t let you hold onto any secrets.”
“Heh,
well, it’s only one of a million possible altercations… Payton seems to have
disappeared… Eric Hartman’s gone.. same goes with Lance Strong, but we have a
lot of newbies here… some recognizable, others not. I mean, look at this as well.. Dustin and
Demise… barely a peep… as if they don’t wish to put up the battle needed to
surpass Sirus and Grifter in their tag match tomorrow… ya know why?”
“Why?”
“Cause
Dustin got a taste, and he’s hungry… and the only way he can go back to the
buffet is with a clean plate.. so perhaps he has plans for the post main event…
which he already did last time… the glory hound.”
Michael raises an eyebrow, Chamelion shrugs.
“Takes
one to know one, eh? But I think what
really got to me was his comment ‘Paper champion”… at first, anyway it did..
but I’ve come to realize I have done more for this company as world champion
then ANY previous. Appearances,
autograph signings, it’s all good… And as he even admitted, more in ring action
defending the title then anyone.
Platinum says this title would make him whole…well, tomorrow he can remain
in brittle pieces.”
”Both he and Lisa keep commenting I’ll be
nothing with out this world title… does this mean that currently they are
nothing? And if they are nothing…then what hope do they have tomorrow? Platinum’s biggest mistake was his silence
till now… I seriously don’t expect him to make it past Lisa… for of the two,
she seems to hold more desire to overcome adversity then he… in fact, I sort of
sense in Platinum, the early sign of defeat… which more then openly suggests to
me he has other plans in mind…. For which, brother, I hope you will be ready
for.”
“I will
be, Mark… but even if Platinum does not seem as eager to capture your title…
there is Lisa, who if she is your challenger, will be competing in her third
match of the night.”
“As much
as dear Miss Lorenzo is so gung ho on me, I don’t think she fully realizes the
obstacles in her path. But where as
Platinum doesn’t seem to be as fully attuned to his battle with her tomorrow,
she is not focusing as much as she should on Wild Chylde. In fact, since she seems to be all but
ignoring this fine woman who seeks her pleasured company.. I fear Lisa is
expecting to let go her match with Ai tomorrow.. drop that title and be as much
in full control of her body for Platinum.. and perhaps myself.”
“It’s a
basic tactic, but one that is ultimately going to fail her. You see, I’d fight as hard for every match in
a show that I can… I cut no corners, do less then what is expected of me.. .for
even if I were to lose a match, my chances down the line merely improve. But Lisa isn’t doing a damned thing to
prepare for Aei, and if she fails to defeat her in battle… she will lose the
one title she has most hope to gain… and I doubt Platinum will be much help in
cutting her any slack… unless…”
Michael tilts his head..
“Unless?”
“Heh,
unless this is all a huge VDP ploy, and Lisa is involved… Platinum could lay
down… ya know.. and leave Lisa nearly unscathed… and then that would create a
far more interesting main event.”
“Where as
a previously expected Lisa, depleted of her energies, would be at full power.”
“Exactly. But that’s okay. Lisa is, but a waif of a girl… physically,
there is no competition in this match.
Lisa is going to have to rely on her speed, and determination above all
else if she hopes to defeat me.”
“You’re
giving her credit?”
“Why
not. Michael, she is the one that hates
me, I hold no real ill will towards her.
I still do not understand where this pain she holds comes from. Did I wrong her in a previous life? I do not
know? Do we have the same father and he loved me more then her?”
“Ok, no
more Robin Hood for you.”
Chamelion
sticks his tongue out.
“Nya! Point is, Lisa is just trying to make herself
look more like the underdog then she already is. People root for the underdog, it’s natural to
see the lesser of two overcome great mountains… hell, if I were in the seats
watching, and I’d probably do the same.
But in her bid to overthrow me, she is sprouting blunt lies… and not
unlike Dustin of last week.. making up stories, trying to sell the public on
images that do not exist.”
“Lisa,
between you and me.. get the hell over what ever your problem is.. it’s going
to eat away at your insides until there is nothing left but a shallow husk of a
shell. Platinum is right, a win against
Me isn’t going to do you a bit of good.
It may signal a W in the win column over me, and you would be champion
on paper… but in reality, it is not going to cure you of the ailment in your
heart. I have had my share of anger in
the past.. .that which has given me drive to succeed, but mine was grounded in
reality… and yours… yours is merely a figment… a specter of some fleeting event
that you inflated from a thorn into a rosebush of pain.”
“Uh,
brother.. what the hell are you talking about?”
“What I’m
saying is that Miss Lorenzo has no basis for her anger.. and in fact, has never
once mentioned what it was I did. No,
she doesn’t know.. she just merely is frustrated with me, and has let that
frustration nurture in her heart until it’s encased it in a black shell, not
even one that friends like AI can break.
Lisa is falling, falling fast into the depths of hell, and it doesn’t
take my hand to push her over.. she is already tumbling.”
“But
worst of all is her misunderstanding of me.
I am the most Devious SOB in the business today because I do what ever
it takes… whatever means necessary to achieve that which I seek. She says I ignore history? I embrace history…
problem is most hate when I do so… so when I don’t, I get slammed.. but then,
why complain.. this is a no win business in the long run. But Lisa showcases my history is a rather
unflattering light, as if to prove my words false.”
“I
commend her for it. But what she has
also done was showcase exactly WHO the Chamelion is… to prove my words just. There is respect and kindness in my heart…
for she fails to show that the reason some of those men fell by her hand, was
because of me. Did she show what
Chamelion did to Protean to set up her win? Or the distraction to Lazarus? No…
for the one who wishes to showcase the truth hidden in the word of lie, she
indeed is the one who exemplifies.. selected truth. My kindness was to make sure that Lisa moved
forward so she would begin to believe in herself, and see that I hold nothing
against her. My respect was in wishing a
true battle of epic proportions, and having the belief she would give that
battle to me. Honesty, because not once
have I denied my actions… nor what I will do to walk away champion.”
“These
words, and their meanings, we see from a different angle. But it is from my side that I step into the
ring, and if she thinks I don’t see the truth, I do… I know history alright…
history sides with Lorenzo tomorrow… she is challenger.. the one who is coming to
the ring without risk. It favors her…
and for her to walk away Champion would just add to the cliché. She herself, has warned with words that
things will go down tomorrow that are ‘shocking’. And now with Platinum adding credence to
those words, my ‘spider sense’ truly tingles at the web of deceit being spun
against Me.”
“What
better way then to rip down the tangled mess then to ruin their plans from the
get go.. Lisa, this title is mine, and
it will remain mine… whether there is
some huge plan to turn the HiC on it’s ears afterwards or not.. matters little
to me. Let it happen, let VDP reform
under Deathsun, let Thunderwolf stake his claim for championship… hell, let the
Corpse return in a blazing explosion of cheers.
Whatever may go down… I’m ready for it… maybe I won’t have the energy to
defend myself as I wish… I’ll accept a hospital stay if need be… but when I
wake up… this HiC World title will still be at my side… and the only thing
you’ll have left to show for your hard climb to the mountain top… is black dirt
and blood under your nails…GOT IT?”
With that, Mark and Michael turn as the women
begin bringing out dinner, and the two exit their spots on the couch to go
assist. This calm day, maybe the last in
quite some time… and they mean to make the best of it.
End