((Chicago, Illinois... tomorrow he'd be in New Hampshire... do they even have wrestling fans there?))

((It was night already in the suburbs of Chicago, and the light streaming out through a set of sliding glass doors would act as our only illumination for tonight's sitting. Inside Bryce and Erika were settled down for the night enjoying small talk and each others company. Kyle envied their relationship and closeness, but felt particularly smothered by it this night. So he'd poured himself a rum and coke and fled out the back door onto the Knight's expansive deck.))

November: Aarya. I haven't even tried to be intimidating yet. You're not that important.

However, when I do try... I'll be sure to let Jeff know at which hospital he can find you.

((His back is towards the sliding glass doors, concealing his facial features in shadow as he leans heavily against the wooden railing of the deck. He may be frowning or smiling or glaring with intense hatred, but we can't see for sure.))

November: I lost to you and in doing so made your career. You're welcome by the way. However, it was just a match and not a very important match at that. I beat you and life goes on, nothing changes for me. My status doesn't elevate at all, and I'm left feeling unfulfilled.

Drunken comments aside.

It was just one more match in the long line of professional wrestling matches that I'll have here in the IWL, AOWF, and elsewhere.

And so I reiterate: you're not that important and neither was our match.

((His shoulders slump even further then they already were and he breathes out heavily. Stretched out before him the darkened Illinois landscape. Even the moon can't penetrate the thick layer of cloud cover.))

I'm not out here to impress Jeff or Shawn or to dance through any more hoops.

I am the Fatal Charm.

And as I've told you before I'm out here to honor him. While you're just here to honor Jeff, and Jeff's just here to honor himself. It stopped being about Misery to him on August 28th, 2001. Of course you never knew my Uncle. So you can't possibly understand the significance in anything I'm saying. So you just continue to run your mouth, shit on my Uncles legacy, and throw insult after insult at that which you don't understand... just like everyone else who wasn't there on October 5th.

I heard Scott Nash Strader insulted my ring name too. How bout that Aarya you're on the same wave length as a Strader and you wonder why I can't take you seriously. Why I'm talking through you to him?

Because you're not him, and you don't matter, and no one fell from grace, no one lost a title, no one cared except for you because it just gave you something to brag about for the rest of your brief career.

((Another deep sigh escapes him and he does turn his head towards the camera. At that angle the light touches the side of his face and gently highlights it. Still his features are lost in the dark.))

I destroyed Twenty-One at fall from grace, but who cares right?

I ended Kevin Merrix forever when no one else in the Family could, but who the fuck cares right?

I carry on His name because it's more important then anything in this Community will ever be. It created the Community... but that doesn't matter right?

The Charms are a figment of Jeffery Drake's imagination. Something he created to separate himself from that which created him, but double standards apply correct?

((His head turns once again away from the camera and now with his chin raised slightly it does appear he's looking out across Illinois.))

He's a great, great, talent, and no doubt better then I'll ever be, and I realize that's why he was chosen to fill the role. To continue His legacy.

However, I am The Fatal Charm now.

And Jeff will just have to deal with that because his chosen successor is down on his knees in a back alley somewhere, Fallen, and I'm still right here and will always be here. Maybe not as successful as I could or should be, but I haven't given up and won't give up.

'night.

(("Tonight you pray for the girl, tomorrow you pray for the God, and on your final night you pray for a happy ending."))

((Fade.))