*Back in Chi Town for now, but Nashville is right around the corner...*

*Fucking Nashville...*

*His trip back West had been good... had even reminded him of the other reason he was doing this. Of why he even ever started to do this. Why he chose the name he did and why he carries the moniker he does. Despite what Jeffery Drake will tell you it's not for fame or fortune... it's for him.*

*The camera was there as Kyle Lee walked through Bryce Knight's front door, the camera was always there like a reality show without all the drama. What the world saw was what Bryce wanted it see. Only those segments of his life that were pertinent to the CWA and his activities there within. He left it to a team of film editors to find those segments and upon his approval release them to the CWA. This is one such segment.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: What? You don't knock anymore?

*With a shake of his head Kyle drops a duffel bag by the front door and starts to move towards the living room.*

November: Nah... it's not my thing.

*Hopping over the back of the leather sectional, which occupies a large volume of space in Bryce's living room, Kyle plops down beside Bryce snagging up the half finished bottle of beer on the glass coffee table. His eyes go up to the plasma TV screen.*

November: Wait? You're scouting our opponent?

*On the screen we can make out Kindred as he brutally attacks November.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: No... I felt like a good laugh, and watching you get your ass beat makes me smile.

*Kyle rolls his eyes and takes a drink from the bottle.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: And that's my beer you douche bag.

November: Yeah... I know.

*Silence follows as the two watch the events unfold on the screen. Kyle winces as the chair shots start up.*

November: That one REALLY hurt right there.

*Again silence.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: So how was your trip?

*Kyle takes another swig from Stryker's beer.*

November: It was good. Talked to Shawn and Jeff... Shawn says hi by the way.

NIGHTSTRYKER: You get everything sorted out?

November: Yeah.

*Again silence as Kyle takes another drink.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: You never were much of a conversationalist you know that?

*Kyle cuts his eyes over to Bryce.*

November: No, they don't know who Kindred is. No they can't imagine why I'm being targeted. Other then my loose association to the Collins family.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Loose association? Jesus Christ man you were boning his daughter.

November: Styx's daughter actually.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Whatever. So he's still not a suspect?

*Lee shakes his head and finishes off the beer.*

November: No... he'd have never sanctioned an attack on Collins. Especially of that nature.

*Knight turns his head from the screen to look at Kyle.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: So, did you go see him?

*Lee snorts as he sits the bottle back down on the coffee table.*

November: Nah, I have my own problems to worry about. I mean they couldn't be bothered to come see me after the beating I took... so you know.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Christ you're a bitter guy.

November: Tell me you really didn't just say that.

NIGHTSTRYKER: You're right... sorry.

*The footage reaches its end and Bryce flips off the TV.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: So are you ready for this? I mean with everything that happened?

November: Yeah... I'm ready.

NIGHTSTRYKER: And the whole death threat thing? That doesn't rattle you at all?

*Lee shakes his head and frowns as he looks down at his hands.*

November: No, but I'm not taking him lightly any longer if that's what you want to know. I'm more then willing and able to defend myself. And eye for an eye and all that business. I'm not Shawn, I'm not Jeffery, and I'm not my Uncle... and so therefore I will do whatever's necessary to put him down.

*Bryce eyes him for a moment.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: You drunk already Kyle?

November: No... not even buzzing. I've had a lot of time to think things over... being shelved as I have as often as I have. My head is clear Bryce and I know exactly what I need to do. I'm going to snap his mother fucking neck. You don't threaten me, you don't lay false claims against my Family, and you don't forget October 5th.

*Silence ensues. It's been awhile but Bryce remembers this Kyle Lee, and tries to lighten the mood.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: And what happened on October 5th?

*For a moment the darkness clouding Lee's expression brightens.*

November: I boned your mom.

*And then his thoughts and expression turn dark again.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: My poor mother. I'm sure you failed to satisfy her too.

*Silence.*

November: I'm Kyle Matthew Lee.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Yeah?

November: I need to be November, and you... you need to be Nightstryker.

*November looks over to his old friend. Bryce returns the gaze and in that moment he finally understands what Lee is going through. It's not the humiliation he suffered at Kindred's hands. It's not even the accusations or threats that have driven him to this. It was the trip home. It was the presence of the Charms that had accomplished greatness in their careers. Who had paid proper tribute to the man they owed their careers too.*

*And now Kyle questioned his right to carry that name. Especially now... now that he understood again what it meant.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Kyle... you are the Fatal Charm.

*End Transmission*