((Seattle, Washington... it only hurts when he breathes...))

(("Have you signed the papers yet?"))

((It's nothing like home. Nothing at all. The breeze comes in from the west, but it feels stale and salty. Too cold... too bitter. It bites instead of refreshing. It throws itself against you from the ocean. It's nothing like home.))

(("No I... I've just been busy..."))

((The sun still rises in the east but the morning sky is dull and lifeless... full of gray and tired. There was nothing invigorating about it. Nothing inspiring about a sunrise in a foreign land beneath dull skies.))

(("Yeah, I'm sure you are. You're always so busy. Just sign the papers."))

((Hotel rooms can be lonely places. This one overlooks downtown Seattle which is just a poor substitute for New York. He hates New York.))

November: And I laugh at you because you're funny.

((His head rolls just a bit so that that he can look at you. Straight at you, and almost through you because that's how transparent you are.))

November: We're back on this I'm not important thing again are we?

-sigh-

Where oh where do I begin? There are so many angles from which to attack this from, but I think I'll keep this simple because I'm really not here to defend my self-worth or how I feel the rest of the federation views me. So I'll end this debate real quick and no amount of your false bravado can open it up again.

Those people that I want to pay attention. Those that I have a beef with that... you know, I want to get a point across to... are paying attention. And sure... I could drop their names, I could even string them up and beat them with a baseball bat.

Which by the way was real subtle there big guy. Way to teach me how to be.

Pot.

((In three-days all of this will come to an end. One match. One old fashioned match between two men with a burning hatred for each other. It's okay if you're lost and you don't understand why because this isn't about you.))

November: But I digress... I'm not after the federations attention you stupid mother fucker... I'm after yours, and I have it and have had it for the last three years. So as far as I'm concerned... in your world I am the most important thing. Everything you do is based off me. Let's take the NGW for example. I show up... call you out, and you come a running.

I appear in the CWA, and you come a running.

I speak, you listen, and you then proceed to respond to each and every little syllable even if it doesn't pertain to you.

Which leads me to wonder... when did you start sucking Attict's cock?

((A slight shrug and raised eyebrows. He thinks there's a chance of rain today, or yesterday, or tomorrow... he doesn't care enough to pull back the curtains and checks. He just wants to go back to sleep. He has a match in three days.))

November: Nah, don't worry. I'm not going to waste my time on the trivial shit. You want to discuss my chair shot then go ahead... it was the most impressive chair shot that Erika has ever seen in her life. But I'm not going to defend myself against accusations that no one gives a fuck about. You know what the people really want to know Bryce? They want to know why you want a piece of me so badly. Why you, the guy that everyone's talking about, would waste your time on me? The guy that no one's talking about. You spent a great majority of your time preaching to the masses about how I was a worthless nobody and yet...

I lead... you follow.

((He looks away now because he can't stand the sight of you anymore. His stomach's in knots and he's telling himself that it's the match, but it's not. This is an entirely different feeling and it hurts.))

November: And the reason you follow stems all the way back to the LWF, and that right there is what really matters Bryce. Between you and I that's what matters. Only the second we get anywhere near the real issue all of the sudden you're defending Matt Attict. All of the sudden my popularity comes into question. All of the sudden Angelica's name is popping up. All of the sudden every trivial aspect of my career and life matters except for that aspect of my life that created all of this between us.

I dumped you and that hurt your feelings.

Only you can't admit that so you try to find any other reason in the world to hate me. Only none of them stack up. Because you can't escape the truth Bryce I rejected you and rejection hurts.

I used you and then tossed you away like a soiled diaper.

Your use to me came to and end and I terminated the relationship.

Bryce... buddy... pal... I fucking dumped you and that's what all this is about. All this hatred you've felt for me over the last three-years began with me waking up and walking out. With you all of the sudden being alone again. Now look what you've done... you've made me the center of your world. Even your fiancé has a resentment for me and I'm sure she doesn't even know why.

((Let's just end this pain because it's starting to hurt too much.))

November: Go ahead and continue with the trivial shit if you want. Hey my name's always a good topic for debate. Or hey how about the fact that I'm calling myself the Fatal Charm? Or you know what's a real winner... Angelica... go ahead and talk about Angelica because I'm sure all of that matters. I'm sure all of that will help you to cope with this feeling of rejection you're going through.

But it won't change a damn thing.

Because regardless of how little you want to believe others think of me... I know that you think the world of me, and that there is what matters. I doubt a day has gone by these past three years that you didn't think about me. And I'll admit... since the NGW you've been on my mind as well. On my mind as unfinished business. And now I've decided to conclude that business. Because it will end on July 2nd Bryce... it will. I don't care how much you'd like it to go on...

It won't.

You will not remain the center of my attention. I have to move on with my career. I have to be the Fatal Charm. I have to outshine this place and become a beacon in the darkness for others to follow. You wouldn't understand that need or desire Bryce... you've never been a leader. You've never known how to stir the pot. You've never had to live up to anything in your life.

Because you just follow Bryce... you're always following.

((I miss my uncle...))

'night.

((Fade))