((Out on the west coast he stands before the Pacific and a sitting sun. Wind swept hair gently caresses his face while dark eyes study the rolling waves, and he can't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be then here. He can't imagine why he'd ever run away from this place. He can't imagine why he'd ever run away from what he really was. And if not for her he might still be running. Looking for an answer that wasn't there and finding instead comfort in false prophets and wanna-be gods...))

((But now he was home, and just like the waters of the Pacific all the answers were clear to him... as was the truth about himself. So he'd settled down with the one he loved and planned a future that didn't involve frequent visits to the emergency room and living off of room service. They bought a house next door to a really nice couple and gathered every weekend for a barbeque, friendly conversation, and a few drinks. He was able to go into business for himself and work out of their home while she returned to college. In this life they are content and live without regrets. Their quiet conversations in the dead of night, as they lay intertwined, never began with "What if..." or "If Only I'd..." No, instead their quiet whispers always revolved around the future and what it'd bring.))

((He never thought the future would bring him a match with Angel...))

November: Yeah, and you lost to Psychoduck... or The Eternally Damned... or Pike... or, well, one of those masters of the English language... so what's your point buddy? 

((This things been through post-production. Because although he stands several feet away from the camera, with his back towards us, his voice still comes through crystal clear. In-fact I'm not all together positive that this isn't stock footage.))

Maybe your point was females are the inferior sex, and they should never beat a male, and so in her beating me I'm no better then a female? Wow, what an ultimate burn, but I'll one up ya champ... I lost to The Machine. Now, that was humiliating, but no more humiliating then the way you ask "how high" when Drake says, "jump."

Little bitch.

He throws a couple of words your way and suddenly you can't get his name out of your mouth fast enough. Not that you'd ever actually face him in the ring though, despite all your bullshit tough guy talk, because you'd be too afraid of that political red-tape suplex from the backstage area that you've been harping on about ever since you won the AOWF World title. 

Now that's funny... the World champ bitching about bias? Yeah, moron they were biased in your favor. Or maybe that's your point, and I'm just too shallow to get it? That they should have never been biased period. That they they shouldn't have toted their Champion around like he was the second coming of Christ, and handled him with kid gloves to make sure he continued to sign with them year after year. Well regardless of your convoluted point, because everyone around here's too afraid to say what they really think and instead just dance around the issue, they stripped that AOWF/Unified piece of tin from around your girlish figure and bequeathed that prestigious title to onto me, Kyle Matthew Lee..."

November.

((And he still doesn't know why he's doing this. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't fit into his future plans. He's no AOWF World Champion, and he knows it. He wasn't even close to that plateau when they closed the joint down, and yet he signed that contract without a second thought. There was a long line of worthy individuals in front of him, and yet because Weaver tapped him to be his AOWF Champion he cut in front of all of them to be there across form Angel on September 9th. And he doesn't feel bad about it in the least...))

Okay, okay, okay... fair enough. You and your feelings for and about the AOWF are none of my business and really should have never been open for debate. After all it's not as if I was ever on the AOWF board making decisions and ruining careers. Yet, at the same time you did bring the issue up so...

But I digress and move on...

Although in moving on I'm afraid I'll just have to skip on past all the other topics you brought up. Because you know as well as I do they were all bullshit and you were just throwing everything you could in my direction hoping that something would stick. Problem is nothing stuck and now it's left to me to find something... anything worthwhile to discuss. So here it is:

This entire community hates you, and if they don't hate you just yet give 'em a month, and enough time with you, and I'm sure they'll eventually come to despise you. I mean I could go through the list of individuals you've pushed away because you didn't like the way they cut their hair, or how they smothered you with attention, or how they had some other type of character flaw they you were able to use as an excuse to expel them from your life. I could go through the entire list, but I won't because we both know who's on that list and in the end there's only one name on that list that's of any importance, and it isn't mine...

It's Cicatriz.

How many times have you pushed her away only to have her crawling back to you a month later? How many times have you used her and then abandoned her? How many times? And then after you answer that question ask yourself why? Was it really ever something she did? Or was it always you finding an excuse to destroy everything good in your life?

And there we are right back at my point. We hate you because you've forced us to hate you. We hate you because you don't let anyone like you. We hate you because you hate yourself despite that false ego you parade around. How many federations have you bailed on? How many stables? How many championships have you just thrown away because you can't allow yourself to be happy for more then a handful of moments?

You're a charismatic guy, I'll give you that much. Hell, you've chased people away and they still come crawling back looking for more abuse, but you've reached the end of that gravy train Angel, and you no longer have any friends in this place, and on the 9th I'm going to crush you. And it won't be because I'm better, or that I want it more, it'll be because you can't stand the thought of going out at the very top as the AOWF closes.

Everything in your life eventually crumbles and at Judgment Day Two, as the world cheers your self-imposed downfall, the last piece of any success you had in your career will finally break away and slip from your grasp. But hey... at least you'll always have that five-feet of French girl to keep you amused.

((There's a grin, but you can't see it. There's also doubt, but you can't hear it. Instead he let's his words hang there for a moment as the scene remains as it began. Him standing several feet away, with his back to us, and watching the sun dip into the ocean. Finally, after a long moment, he speaks again...))

Two very final and brief things before I go.

One... Bryce was much more entertaining when he was on the sauce, and two...

Vote me for wrestler of the year.

((black))