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
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