*Chicago, Illinois... a moonlit night and the winter wind is already rolling in, and November is right around the corner...*

*When they sifted through the hours of film footage this was the only segment that held any relevance to the events in the CWA. Because some people live wrestling and some people have lives outside of wrestling. Bryce, Kyle, and Erika are of the later variety...*

*His wrestling career had provided Bryce Knight with a comfortable lifestyle. Multiple vehicles, a winter home when snow was up to your chin in Chi Town, a rock the size of your years salary on his ladies finger, and a hand crafted pool table which resided on the oak decked patio out his back door.*

*Though the patio was enclosed tonight the windows were open letting in the evening chill, but from the three gathered around the pool table tonight there wouldn't be any complaints. Summer had been rough on all three of them and the changing seasons represented second chances and so much more.*

*The sound of a cue striking a pool ball draws our attention to the emerald green table as we watch multi-colored orbs crash into one another. When the carnage has subsided Erika D'laney raises her upper body and begins to prowl the table... looking for her next shot.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Solids?

*She nods... a bit of her dark hair falling down across her eyes before she sweeps it out of her way.

Erika D'laney: Yep.

*Bryce nods himself as he takes a swig from his beer, and then glances over to Kyle who looks forlornly at the pool table from his place in a barstool next to a small bar table.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: You gonna pout now?

*Kyle cuts his eyes over to Bryce and smirks. Which he chases with a drink from his bottle.*

November: I'm just saying we could have went to the movies.

*Bryce returns a smirk of his own.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: And we could have gone and done multiple other things, but we are staying in and playing pool tonight. If that is such a problem for you, maybe you can call one of your other friends and have them pick you up.

*He takes another swig of his beer and continues...*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Oh wait, nevermind. We're all you have.

*Ignoring their banter Erika lines up her next shot...*

Erika D'laney: Three in the side...

*A cracking of pool balls and a moment later the three sinks...*

November: Nice shot...

*He continues watching her, but his comments are directed at him.*

November: Nah, my dialing finger is broken and 'sides... I'd feel bad leaving Erika here alone with you. You're like... boring.

*Bryce rolls his eyes as he watches his soon to be bride line up her next shot.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Nothing but the best for you Kyle. I figured you'd be happy with a little less excitement in your life anyway. Unless of course you would like me to dial up your buddy Kindred and have him use your body for target practice again.

*Another crack of the pool balls is heard, followed by the four ball being sunk in the side pocket.*

Erika D'laney: Stop it, the both of you. Let's try and focus on a nice relaxing evening and maybe, for a change, put some effort into our match this weekend. Maybe actually give them some credit and take them seriously.

*Kyle gestures to Erika with a nod of his head in her general direction.*

November: Hey lady... that's on you and Bryce this week. I'm just the eye candy for the time being.

*He turns his bruised features in Knight's direction...*

November: I mean... you WILL take this match seriously right Bryce? I mean you won't leave her hanging like you left me right?

*He follows the comment up with a swig or beer.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Again with the me leaving you hanging bit eh? So basically, nothing new to report on your end and you will continue to add nothing to the conversation. Great to hear Kyle. Maybe next time I'll grab a chair and hit you and see if we can get your wires uncrossed.

*Erika shoots him a glare that all but tells him to knock it off.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: But yes, I know you are going to be playing the role of cheerleader again this week. Thing is, we're against Hank Serbia and Flash Phillips.

*He gives a look back to her as if to say, 'come on, are you serious'.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: And you want me to take this match seriously?

*Kyle shrugs as he takes a long swig, finishing off his beer in the process.*

November: Meh... there's no arguing with that Eri... I mean they do suck, and um I don't have anything to add to the conversation.

*Erika, who had been lining up a shot, raises an eyebrow to Kyle...*

November: Seriously... this is like my tenth beer and the only topics of interest to me right now are boobs, boobs, and how Bryce's head resembles a melon.

*As Kyle finishes that comment, Bryce shakes his head and finishes the last few swigs of his beer. He places the bottle down on the table and retorts.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: And those are still the only topics of interest to you when you are sober too.

*Kyle nods in agreement.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: But I do have to agree with you on how our opponents are lacking in the talent department. Oh, and the, well, I guess that's about it. There really isn't anything else worth noting since the talent was about the only thing they could have possibly had going for them.

*Reaching down, he grabs another beer from the mini fridge, but before closing the door...*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Want another one gimpy?

*Kyle looks over to him both shocked and mildly offended.*

November: I can't believe you just said that? I mean I thought we were friends... Of course I want another beer. Geez man it's like I don't know you or something.

*The pool cue slaps the table hard and all eyes turn towards Erika.*

Erika D'laney: Right, but let's not forget that it's not the two of you wrestling this Saturday. It's Bryce and ME. I put our victory over Chris and Duff in the accomplishment category... I mean they are the Champs... they did handle the guys that handled the both of you. But I can't go into this match with the same bravado that the two of you so willingly toss about. I'm worried that I might mess up.

*A frown crosses her lips as she looks down to the table, and for the moment "witty" banter is forgotten by both Kyle and Bryce.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: I'm sorry baby, you know that you are the most important thing to me right now and there is nothing you can do that would mess anything up. We go into this thing together and we rise or fall together. No finger pointing. No blaming. Right Kyle?

*Kyle nods, and pushing up off his stool hobbles over to Erika and lays a hand on her small shoulder.*

November: Absolutely. Listen Eri... with me and Bryce that's just how we are. I mean he's a total dickhead and I'm an asshole, but we don't like to fall.

*He looks up to Bryce with a knowing gaze.*

November: And we won't let you fall. If you're feeling like you might be off your game well although that guy over there doesn't know how to dress... he does know a thing or two about wrestling. If you need some time with him on the mats it'll happen.

*He looks back to her with a frown of his own.*

November: Now please... give the man a smile or else I'm never gonna get that beer, and that truly is a terribly thing.

*She grins, gives him a jab in the ribs with her elbow (which hurts more then she knows), and looks up to her future husband with eyes of affection.*

Erika D'laney: Is he right? Are we gonna hit the mats and train?

*He meets her eyes and just smiles. The back of his hand brushes the side of her face gently.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: We'll do whatever you feel we need to do so that you are comfortable in that ring on Saturday. And I'm sure even Kyle would risk re-breaking his arm if the case called for it.

*A smirk is shot in the direction of Kyle as he continues.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: After all is said and done though, we will be on top. We've dealt with enough shit in our lives to have a couple of low life rookies take us down. Hell, I'd feel comfortable with the one armed wonder by my side in this match instead of you. And that isn't a shot at you baby, but that's just how confident I am that we will win this match.

*With a nod of her head Erika refocuses on the table...*

Erika D'laney: It's a date then... Nine in the corner.

*A cue strikes and a moment later the nine ball slips into the corner pocket. Bryce grins and dips back into the fridge to retrieve a beer. Kyle finds his seat again, and a peaceful calm ensues. But outside that winter wind is starting to blow because November is just right around the corner.*

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