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 Nevada.  They stand there, quiet, staring at the door and Chamelion checks his watch.. the soft ticking telling us..

 

“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

 

 

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