A couple of days have passed since Twister… a Chamelion, fists clenched and veins visible in his head, walks into the Sommers Gym and surveys the empty environment.  Movement out of the corner of his eye causes him to spin and he almost clocks Gareth Evens, who’s just come out of the office.

 

“Whoah, Mark.. easy.”

 

Calming himself, Chamelion sighs.

 

“Sorry, Gareth.. a bit jumpy these days.”

 

Nodding, Gareth hands him an envelope.

 

“It’s from Child Protective Services… should be the information you requested on taking care of Daniel for the time being.”

 

Frowning, Chamelion holds the envelope loosely in his hands.

 

“Things like this only serve to remind me of all that has happened.”

 

“I know, Man, I’m sorry… listen, you gonna be okay? I need to take off for a while.”

 

“Sure.. but do me a favor.. Call up Sirus and Panzadise.. tell them they’re welcome to use the Sommers Gym for free…  I want them to be in the best shape of their lives for their tag match in two weeks.”

 

Gareth heads to the entrance, and answers.

 

“Will do, boss… I’ll catch them on my cell while I’m out.  Take it easy, okay?”

 

Chamelion just nods as Gareth leaves… and he looks at the envelope and rips it open…he reads aloud.

 

“To Mark and Sandra Sommers….

 

After careful consideration, we have determined that it is in the best interest of Daniel Sommers.. son of Michael and Jasmine Lee Sommers, that he be remanded over to the state of Nevada.  Because of your current line of work, in the same field that saw the incident with Michael Sommers.. we feel that you would not be the safest possible parents for Daniel.  Please call us Monday morning so we may go over the details in person.

 

Signed,

Clarence Deacon.”

 

Crunching the paper up his hands, Chamelion hangs his head for a moment… and takes a shaky breath.  Going over to the bench, he sits down and leans his head back against the wall.  A moment passes.. and he opens his eyes….with a new sense of purpose.. knowing all else has gone to rot.. Chamelion turns his attention to the matter at hand.

 

“When I came back… I said it was for one purpose, and one purpose only.  Everyone knows what that is, so for the sake of time.. I’m not going to rehash it.”

 

Leaning forward, Chamelion delves in.

 

“Keldman apparently wants to make sure that as long as I’m back, and collecting a paycheck in the HiC, that I should do my part to bring in the ratings… but perhaps he doesn’t realize just how difficult it is.. to focus on an event when all you wanna do is rip someone’s eyes out and use them for marbles…”

 

Shaking his head, he resumes.

 

“Sorry, losing track…. Difficult to stay focused when your world is turned upside down.. something I suppose Thunderwolf would understand.. if he wasn’t wasting time playing stupid games with the Kumquat Kid over a world title… “

 

Spitting on the floor, Chamelion mumbles one word.

 

“Pathetic.”

 

Wiping his mouth, he looks back up.

 

“So it comes down to this; Keldman wants me in the Who’s The Man?! Tourney.. for a chance to go for the HiC World Heavyweight Championship… and he’s got me booked against Don Mega.  But that’s not the only thing he’s done.. in an obvious attempt to boost the ratings even more, and to give me a chance to take out my aggressions on Erik Draven.. he’s booked him against Nightstryker on the same night.”

 

“What to do, what to do?  Do I focus on my match with Mega-tron…. Or do I just expect the attack I know will happen, forgo the match and just go right after Draven?”

 

Shrugging, Chamelion allows the shadow of a smile to cross his face.

 

“Can’t deny how much of a competitor I am.. and in some ways, I feel that if I get past Mega-tron, beat Draven up and take him out of the tourney.. I will make a clean sweep of the evening and continue to show how much of a dominate force I can be in the world of professional wrestling….”

 

“Or I can just tell the world to fuck off.. as I don’t care what they think of my talent, and just go out to maim and kill…”

 

“Tough choices… hmmm.”

 

Scratching his chin, Chamelion takes a moment to think…

 

“For the sake of Keldman, and his wish to promote the HiC.. I think I can do both in one night and be quite happy about it… So, while I will continue to hunt down Erik Draven… I’ll take a bare moment to turn my attention to you, Mr. Don Mega… and warn you that you are on the proverbial tracks…. And you understand what the rest of that cliché means.. “

 

“I checked out your bio on the HiC Website.. since I really didn’t care to go looking for old tapes of you….and I find you’re about my size, a bit heavier.. bald… Asian.. and pretty much a brawler… Did I miss anything?”

 

“Ah yes, it seems if I’m reading this correctly, you have held numerous tag team titles.. and one hardcore title.. which leads me to assume that to get the job done you either need help, or no rules… “

 

“I’ll just come to the point here, Mega-tron.. I take no one for granted.. you’re still here in the HiC when some of the bigger names have faded, so while others fail to give you any credit.. I’m willing to admit that maybe, on the off chance, there’s something there…but don’t expect that to impress me too much….”

 

“The match on Thursday is going to be quick.. no games, no messing around.. from bell to bell, you’re going to face the Chamelion who holds three World title reigns… an Undisputed Title reign, and quite a few more championships.. and a man possessed by a rage barely contained… and if you insist on standing against me… then you will find yourself a substitute for Erik Draven in the beat down you will receive…”

 

“Walk away, while you have the chance.. Mega-tron.. this is the one fair warning I’m going to give…”

 

“After this; nothing will save you… got it?”

 

Grabbing the scrunched up paper.. Chamelion stands and heads to the office to call up his wife and tell her the bad news.

 

End

 

 

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