Even
so, we did what we believed in:
Treason, yes, perhaps, but with good cause.
History will judge by its own laws,
Each act within the sunlight of the season.
Love was what inspired us, a reason
As pure as any saint in Satan's jaws.
Nor was the god we worshipped through those wars
Demonized, as later all would see him.
Justice would not just sustain our guilt,
Undoing those who would undo a wrong,
Leaving us in lucid infamy.
Instead, it would remember what we willed
Under the illusion of a song
So beautiful it would the chained earth free.
(Words
expressed in meaning by the sons of Mr. Sommers, as they reached out to grasp
the golden ring even if it was against the beliefs of the man they loved)
Entering the studio, the hallmark place where Mark
Sommers has cut so many of his interviews…. he turns toward Sandra, who has
accompanied him to this all important event.
He grasps her hand, looking for reassurance that this is the right thing
to do. She smiles, and it speaks
volumes, but still… he should be with his father.. there for when he goes into
surgery. Mark starts to turn, but Sandra
stops him.
“He wants you to do this…
“
Mark sighs, looking over to the stool in the middle
of the single spotlight. He gulps but
once.
“I know… but since when
did I ever listen to my father?”
Sandra
laughs softly, kissing Mark on the cheek.
“I think it’s about time
you started.. go… this is your destiny.. make it happen… show those two you
mean business and you’re going to the Rumble as the #1 contender!!!”
Mark takes a deep breath, nodding once and he steps
forward into the light……
A flash of light… a moment in time paused… and when
the light fades, we see the Chamelion, in his wrestling gear, propped up on the
stool, one foot on the floor, the other bent and resting on the supporting
leg. His trademark wicked grin is in
place, and he leans forward, begging us closer.
“As my brother is so fond
of quoting; “Power flows to the one who knows how, desire alone; is not
enough!”….”
“Truer words have never
been spoken before, as it signifies exactly what the difference is between
Protean, Frost and I. Protean talks
about how I will be predictable.. how professionalism has made me weak. I have to disagree, as my years in the ring
have taught me how to deal with someone like you.. someone who even admits to
being a little green around the gills…. Well, Kiddo.. if there is one man
around here who knows all about green… it’s the Chamelion…”
He pauses, smirks and shrugs.
”Well, maybe the Corpse does too….”
With a short laugh, he carries on as he looks around
him.
“I see you like to do the
same sort of gig I do at times… simple and sparse background, a stool and all
the attention on me… but since you quote that I’ve been around so long, and
you’re still fresh… stop copying me!”
He laughs, and brushes the comment off as a joke.
“No worries… it’s all
good. But kiddo, as I said before.. I had nothing to do with what happened
Monday… although had it hit you, then I would have one less worry about
tomorrow… but all in all, it’s done it’s job.. it has you wondering… wondering
whether I did do it.. wondering what I will do…. And while those thoughts go
through your head and has you second guessing… the Chamelion will be working
one step closer to securing his spot in the main event of Rumble in the
Leaning back, he rotates his shoulders and we hear a
subtle crack.
“Scuse me, been a really
rough day. You see, kiddo.. today my life
took a twist of major proportions… and as heart wrenching as it is… I was told
in no uncertain terms what I have to do… in fact, if there was any doubt to
what the Chamelion was these last five years… that was put to rest today… I am
this companies main attraction… that much is undeniable… but now, now I have to
see it in a whole new light… and choose a path and stick to it… and that path
is to recapture the HiC World Championship… but it’s no longer just for myself…
now I’ve got to do it for my father.. a man who despised what I did for a
living… until today showing me that love doesn’t mean you like what your son
does, but that you go out and support him non the less!”
Taking on a serious look, Chamelion stares into the
camera, making sure every word he speaks is heard with intensity, and that the
meaning sinks in loud and clear.
“I’ve made a choice… and
that choice is to wrestle.. to fight and to be the best I can be… and no one,
especially you Protean, is going to take that away from me… I don’t have to be
original in what I do.. I just have to be effective. I’m not going to change my formula just to
please you… in fact, in the past.. everyone who’s complained about what I do…
does it because they know they can’t beat it…. And on the topic of Riley?? The
man can’t even get past doing ‘dust cover’ promos… and how he’s been so
effective… that’s called name recognition!”
“Don’t get me wrong, I
have respect for Riley.. he left the Masters and found himself… that takes guts
and talent…. And I have no beef with him.
You see, kiddo.. I can lose to some people and not be concerned, because
unlike the lot of you.. a spare few are in this business for the right reason. Riley works his ass off, and so do I… you
want revenge on Lorenzo, and so do I….but unlike you… I’ve not been lazy about
it… I’ve worked my ass off, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some scab
punk like you slither under the door and reach the prize before me.”
“Yeah, scab… has nothing
to do with 80’s punk bands or shit like that.. it means you’re a small brown
blot on my skin, that when it’s peeled away at the right time reveals fresh
pink skin underneath… you get it yet, kiddo… you’re in the way of my healing..
of becoming whole again…. And even if a little blood flows with the removal of
the scab, I’ll deal with it… I’ll take whatever beating you and Frost think you
can dish out… because just like you, this body has it’s fair share of marks and
bruises… and in the five years I’ve competed.. each one was earned, and with
good measure!”
“I’m not ready to move
out of the spotlight yet.. you’re going to have to drag me, kicking and
screaming… and even then, you’re going to have the fight of your life… my time
is no where near the end…. I’m not doing this to push the likes of you to the
top… I’m doing this for myself… for my father.. for the HiC as it is today….
And I’ll be damned if some punk like you is going to ruin that for me on the
biggest day of my career!”
“And the last piece of
advice for you that I have, Protean.. is to sit and spin…. Cause that’s about
as far as you’re going to get!”
“Now, Frosty… I’m sure
you’ve been listening to what I had to say to Protean, and the same goes for
you…both you and Protean say you have reason to hunt Lorenzo down? But in the last forty days, exactly what have
you done about it? Zero, zilch, nadda… so what right do you think you have to
challenge her?”
“You need guidance from
“That will be your
greatest weakness in the ring… along with having to divide your attentions
between Protean and I… that will put a huge dent in your ability to secure a
win…and not to be too insulting here, kiddo.. but I’ll be more worried about
Protean sneaking a win through any means necessary then I will about you
getting the Frost Bite on me…..(pause) Hell, I hope you do go for it again..
for it’s a perfect set up for the Impact, is it not?”
“Putting fun clichés
aside and expressive tag lines… the both of you need to be clear in one regard…
The Chamelion has more riding on this match then the two of you could ever hope
to have…. Screw your revenge tactics… they pale in comparison to what I seek to
claim… once I pass the both of you, Miss Lorenzo will come to realize she made
a terrible mistake ignoring me… because when you ignore the signs… when you
fail to take care of yourself… the end result is one and the same… you fall..
and you fall hard…. GOT IT!”
The last comment hits Chamelion hard, as he realizes
how it reflects upon his stubborn father… but the energy his father gave him..
a renewed desire to do more then just shoot from the hip… he knows it’s given
him a new lease on life.. and a new power to obtain victory when it most counts…
and as Chamelion stands and moves off the stage and takes Sandra’s hand… he
knows that if he can succeed this weekend… so his father can survive as well.
End