((Alone on the west coast.))

November: Trust me when I say...not knowing and waiting is better then the truth any day. Any day.

((Try to keep up...follow the bouncing ball.))

But there he is, right in my face. Telling me the only world I've ever known is about to come to a screeching halt. What can't see it yet? You will. When they decide to let you look into their world. See the thing is I always thought, assumed, that I was right there. On the inside looking out...but if you tilt your head just two degrees to the right, and squint well then its all but apparent where I stood, and where I stand. I could spin on my heel, and make all of them fall...one by one. I could replay a tantrum thrown by forever that lasted for more then a year...side with a tired old man, and string the new kid up. I could accept Drake's challenge just to spit in my Family's face, just to show them where they went wrong. I could...I could do any and all of that.

But I won't.

Because this is where I belong. This is where he wanted me. If I were suppose to be up there with them...then that's where I'd be. But I'm not, because I'm here. Because I know my place, and tradition is just another word for family.

See Ty didn't get any of that. He was so busy looking upon Twilight in awe that he forgot who was calling the shots...you know what...if he ever shows his face in this community again I'll snap his fucking neck. As far as I'm concerned he turned away from my family forever when he didn't show up in Anaheim. So if anyone up there in the front of the line thinks for a second that I'll let him waltz back into the family with open arms, and a charming smile...then I suggest you get a fucking clue. You don't do that. That's worse then what any of us have done.

And I know you're watching...because that's all you've ever done...that's all we've ever done. Watch.

((A slight turn of his face...keep following.))

I'll drop that line of thought because it doesn't matter, and what does matter isn't even worth mentioning. At least not here where it'll just fall on deaf ears. So then I suppose I should go into why I'm here...what this all means to me...and, and, and...I just felt like stretching my wings. No strings attached. No contracts to sign. No obligations to meet. A single opportunity to humiliate anyone and everyone brave enough to throw careless words in my direction. And that's what it's all about. Because I don't remember a damn thing...I wasn't there long enough, and I don't drive anywhere anymore...traffics a bitch. Just a match, just a heroes ransom, just a three count, and I go back home the same as I was when I left. Well not exactly the same...I mean I'll have finally...no never mind I'll save that for November. 

So whatever...this event belongs to Crisis. He still needs to prove something. To be something more then he is right now. He has to be...just has to be. 

And I can take two steps to my left, and vanish into the shadows...that's all I had to prove.

I can handle that pressure.

Bye.

((Fade out.))