Recap: Mark Sommers, AKA; The Chamelion is hunting Erik Draven.  His purpose, to utterly destroy the monster that destroyed his family life.  In the process, he returned to the HiC, the current stomping grounds of Draven and was subsequently booked into a match against Don Mega.  With Draven all but invisible and not stirring up any further trouble, Chamelion has found time to focus on the upcoming event.. cutting promos as he used to do, and riling his opponent into a frenzy. 

 

Currently, Chamelion is back in the Sommers Gym.. not to train, but to manage the finances of the month.. because no matter how terrible things get, life does continue.. the government wants its taxes and one has to keep business afloat.  After a few hours of crunching numbers and snacking on cold pizza, Chamelion leans back in his chair and flips on the TV/VCR combo on the filing cabinet in the corner.  He rests as he watches some more HiC promos, and when Don Mega’s appears.. he leans forward, elbows on the desk and chin in hands.. and he listens.

 

And he smiles.

 

Then he laughs.

 

Switching the TV off, Chamelion shakes his head in wonderment and leans back in his chair, turning our way, he smiles as he speaks.

 

“Ya know… you don’t have to get your panties in a bunch over being called kiddo.. I do that to just about everyone.. it’s nothing personal.. it’s just the way I speak.. and I’m sure you’re well aware of an individuals idiosyncrasies when it comes to vocabulary.  As for Mega-Tron.. one of my bits when I talk about an opponent is to make neat little nicks out of their names.  It’s just who I am, so don’t let it get to you so badly.  Not all of them are super original or amazingly creative… I don’t care to rack my brain over that…  Sometimes I get a good one going, like Poontang for Woondang.. but that really was his fault!”

 

Smirking, Chamelion shrugs and goes on.

 

“Granted, no one was more fun then MVP when coming up with names for him… but after what? Four matches against him.. it was getting difficult not to use the female anatomy for the P…. I really didn’t want to stoop THAT low, ya know?”

 

“Anyway, I’m getting off track… if Mega-tron is such a bother, maybe I can work on your first name…hmm, Donatello? Don Knots?  Or, worse yet; Donny Osmond?”

 

A snicker.

 

“See? It’s just not that big a deal… it’s all in good fun… but that’s where the fun ends… the rest of it is business… the business of stepping into that ring and beating you to a  pulp.. which is exactly what I do.  We could continue to argue the ratings issue, but when I’m back in the hunt for the World Title, and you’re still shining the shoes of the referees, we can bring up that again.”

 

“You’re using Ray Stanford as a point for how good you are in the ring? Heaven forbid, I’m in trouble now… *heheh*… and what have I done to create havoc?  Hmm, since you asked… I threw XTC into a swimming pool and tried to electrocute him.. I’ve hung up Silverback by his ankles only to drop him into a kiddy pool full of animal feces.. and you’re looking at the man who brought Nightmare.. uh, not the one you know… into the PWA to take complete control….”

 

“Kiddo, I’m the most Devious Son of a Bitch in the business today, or haven’t you heard?  Your antics are the previews at the movies, and I’m the summer block buster.  You’re claim to title shots seems a little off… as my headlines of PPV main events says I battled in world title matches more then you’ve had victories.. hell, I’m not the best here, I know that.. but I’m nearing 20 wins, while last I saw, you have what? FOUR?”

 

“But we could go back and forth trying to one up each other with words… at some point, it gets stale… Saturday presents us with the opportunity to put our money where are mouths are… and that’s when everything we’ve said, gets put to the test.”

 

“I’ve not forgotten Draven in the least, but I have always been able to pay attention to more then one thing at a time.. even in the ring, as I’m showing you what it means to face The Chamelion… I’ll be aware of my surroundings… and trust me.. KIDDO.. the only chance in hell you got.. is to get Draven to rear his ugly head… he’d be doing you a favor.. trust me.”

 

“As I wrap this up, I got one question for you.. .assuming the tapes you were studying during your training was of my past matches… how hard have you been hit in the head to forget who it is that I am?...”

 

“Oh yeah, sarcasm… how cliché.  But perhaps it’s a premonition… for when Saturday is all said and done… you’ll be asking my name… after I knock the sense out of you.. GOT IT?”

 

Settling back down, Chamelion winks once, and returns to his paper work.

 

END