*Los Angeles, California the LAX. His flight to Chicago has been delayed...*

*He's brooding. The slump of his shoulders, the sneer across his lips, and the forth shot glass he's just slammed back down on the mahogany bar top pays testament to that. It's about noon in the middle of the week and the airport restaurant is more or less empty. Aside from the bartender, a hostess, a waiter cleaning a nearby table, and a couple in the very far back engaged in quiet conversation it's just Kyle, his attitude, and his hand held digital video camera.*

*He signals for another shot and rolls his face back towards the camera, his eyes hidden behind aviator style sunglasses, he frowns down at us, and burps. It doesn't help his disposition at all. His next shot is delivered and he turns away from us again to grab up his drink. He brings it up to his lips, and then pauses.*

*Letting out a deep sigh he turns his attention once more towards the camera...*

November: I've got nothing.

*Quickly he tilts his head back to take the shot and returns the glass to the table top. Seems like he might be drinking tequila, but it's hard to say. You're not there. His gave remains transfixed on the bar top as he raises a hand to scratch beneath his IWL beanie. He looks horrible.*

November: I suppose... I should train harder, huh? Maybe run a few extra laps? Push a few extra pounds? I don't fucking know. I think Collins had some quote he use to live by that fit into this situation, but I can't remember what it was, but I think it went something like...

*He signals for yet another shot without ever really looking up tot he bartender and then finally turns to look at the camera.*

November: Fuck off Aarya, and get Jeff's cock out of your mouth while your at it... you shouldn't speak with your mouth full.

*He checks his watch as his next shot arrives. He curses under his breath as his fingertips lightly touch the glass.*

November: It's kind of like being shit on. That's what losing to you is like. I mean if you were ever curious. It's like the heavens just opened up and took a monster sized poop right on me. It's like that and yet at the same time it's also like taking a shot to the groin. It just kind of deflates you and leaves you laying there powerless to do more then try and breath. Only you're covered in shit so you really don't want to breath, but you have to. So you keep choking down air, trying not to vomit with each breath, trying to get back up so that you can get the stench off you, but just when you start to get up this albino midget comes over and kicks you in the nuts again.

Soooooooo, you keep retching with each breath and thinking to yourself the whole time... thinking, "How the fuck did this happen? How the fuck could this happen? This is so fucking surreal." But you have to keep dealing with it because it really happened. Because you did get shit on and you are getting kicked in the nuts by this albino midget and  you still can't figure out how or why it happened.

*He takes the shot and slams the glass back down on the table. Still not looking up.*

November: Yeah, that's what losing to you is like. Pretty embarrassing. Pretty humiliating. And I've lost to Brian McFaithMachine. Hell I've even lost to guys I can't remember even facing in the ring and none of that hurt nearly as much as losing to you. Thanks for that Aarya. I mean I suppose I should look for the silver lining in all of this.

I just jump started your career.

*He sighs and shakes his head slowly.*

November: Have I mentioned to you yet how losing to you is like being shit on while a midget kicks you in the nuts?

Just wanted to make sure we were clear on that.

*In the background the fuzzy outline of the couple rises from their seats and start to move for the bar. Yep, they're familiar...*

November: I'm dwelling though aren't I? Yeah I think I'm dwelling. Wrestling's suppose to be about a career's worth of matches right? And not just one individual, insignificant, pointless, loss to a guy that won't even be here in a couple of months and... stinks.

Hey I want to see you try and grapple a guy who smells like my jock strap after a long match. Seriously.

Stinky.

*The blurred figures, hovering right over Kyle's shoulder, come further into focus and we discover...*

Thunderwolf: "Plastered already and it's barely noon? How're you doing Kyle?"

*For the moment November's interview is forgotten as he slowly turns in his stool to face Dustin. He stares at him for a long moment before answering.*

November: Oh... you. Yeah, are you going to stab me in the back during our match?

*Dustin, smiling from ear to ear, pulls out a stool for his fiancé and then takes one himself beside November.*

Thunderwolf: "Not unless you give me a reason to, I'd actually like to add another title to my resume after Sunrise."

*Lee looks over to Enika for a moment, still turning over Dustin's words in his mind, and then back to Wolf.*

November: I thought you didn't care about titles anymore or some such bullshit?

Thunderwolf: "Eh, I say a lot of things, same as you do. So why are you here anyway?"

*Again Kyle looks from Enika to Dustin. His thoughts trying to catch up with him.*

November: I live here. What are you doing here?

Thunderwolf: "You live in an airport bar? God, things that bad with the old man's daughter these days?"

*He looks from Enika and back over to Kyle, that quirky smile never leaving his face. Truth be told, he was in no shape to be bringing up Kyle's whole drinking before noon shenanigans. Two long-island ice teas and a shot of JD, and he was ready for that god forsaken flight back home.*

Thunderwolf: "Actually I'm looking to go home sometime to day."

*Lee groans and then shaking his head turns his back on Dustin to order another drink.*

November: Yeah... whatever.

*He turns then suddenly, his eyes wide with an epiphany.*

November: Hey! You're friends with Lazarus. Have him like I don't know... do something to Aarya. Could help us out ya know?

*Lee gives Dustin a wink and a smile. Obviously happy with his deduction of the situation.*

Thunderwolf: "He tried to put my fiancé in the hospital, we're hardly friends. But no worries, he won't show. He's a fucking pussy as it is."

*Kyle frowns and turns back around to accept his shot.*

November: Well... that fucking sucks. Because I don't want to lose to Aarya again. Because let me tell you...

*He downs his shot and spins back around to Dustin.*

November: ...it's like being shit on as an albino midget kicks you in the nuts. I mean I've lost to YOU before and that doesn't even begin to compare to what it feels like to lose to this guy. I mean losing to you is no walk in the park mind you, but that guy? It's like... it's not cool. I don't dig it at all.

*He looks down to his watch, he can't make it out.*

November: What time is it?

*Dustin laughs and takes his cell phone out of his pocket.*

Thunderwolf: "Fifteen 'til twelve... and I'll have you know, I've beaten just about everyone you're friends with... and enemies with... and well, just about everyone. It shouldn't be so hard for you."

*Kyle keeps looking at his watch for a moment.*

November: Yeah, you'd think that, but the thing is um... yeah... losing to you pretty much sucks. I don't respect you all that much. I mean I suppose I respect you more then say, oh I don't know, that dickhead Ranvir, but still... it uh sucks.

*He changes the subject quickly as another thought hits him and he looks up to Dustin.*

November: What about Deuce or Me? Are you friends with either of them? Maybe they'll hit Aarya with a large foreign object. Couldn't hurt right?

*Dustin shrugs*

Thunderwolf: "I really don't see why you'd have to if he sucks half as bad as you're making him out to."

*Kyle shakes his head and then looks down to his watch again.*

November: There you go not listening again. Typical. I never said he sucks... well I mean he does suck. I mean personality wise he sucks, and My Family sucks, and flying sucks, and this watch sucks...

*Once more he raises his eyes towards Dustin.*

November: But he doesn't suck per say... just losing to him does. Because it's like being shit on while a... hey do you know what time it is?

Thunderwolf: "Nine-thirty. At night."

*Lee turns his head slightly to look out the large window running across the back wall of the restaurant. The mid-day sun streams in through the window. He looks back up to Kelser with a scowl.*

November: Dick-head.

*He looks back down to his watch, shakes his head and then goes for his cell phone.*

November: So what you're telling me is that you don't know Me or Deuce, is that right?

Thunderwolf: "I'm telling you that you're drunk - and making me wonder why I came over here in the first place. How's Bryce doing these days?"

*Finally fishing his cell phone out of his pocket he looks it over, frowns and then puts it away.*

November: A... yes I'm very hammered right now. I kind of have a things with planes and crashing, and B... I guess he's doing fine. I'm not his daddy. Ask him if you want to know how he's doing. Christ your nosy.

*He turns away from Dustin again back to the bar, but this time instead of ordering another drink he slaps down some plastic.*

November: Just so we're clear on this though... you're not stabbing me in my back right?

Thunderwolf: "Of course not. We were in the MoA together, that makes us... uh... I don't know what that makes us. But you took care of my boy Topher, so we'll let bygones be bygones."

*Kyle's card is returned to him and, with much difficulty, manages to slip it back inside his wallet. With a sigh he turns once more to face Wolf.*

November: That guy's still alive huh? Freaky little dude.

*He shivers slightly thinking about his time spent with Rain and then looks over to Enika.*

November: Whoa! You're not Misty.

*He looks back to Dustin and leans in to "whisper".*

November: I like her... she doesn't talk. Not like you know. You know... Misty. But don't worry I'll keep all this on the low-low.

*He straightens back up.*

November: Yeah I'm not sure why you came over here either.

Thunderwolf: "I'm actually on my way out... I just figured I'd stop in for a quick hi. Oh and if you turn on me? I'll break your neck. Just a forewarning. Nothing personal, you know how it goes."

*Lee raises an eyebrow and looks over to Enika with a, "Can you believe this mother fucker?" look. He finally looks back to Dustin.*

November: Dude...

*He pats Dustin on the shoulder as he starts to move past him.*

November: You've got issues.

*With that he starts to move away from the couple chuckling to himself. Wolf watches him walk off, and amused look on his face. He then turns his attention back to the bar where he notices the camera. He calls out to Kyle.*

Thunderwolf: "You uh, you forgot your camera there sport."

*Lee freezes in his tracks.*

November: Fuck!

*End Transmission... thanks to a remote in his pocket.*