((He called his father last week, and while the conversation was polite enough on both sides...it was also a forced politeness. How's mom? Fine. How's the car holding up? Fine. How are you doing? Fine. What about yourself? Fine...They could have went on for hours pretending not to notice what was really going on, but Kyle ended the call thirty-minutes in...He had to run...))

((So he ran that morning, and found his way to the gym that afternoon, and then at dusk he was running again. The cycle repeated itself over, and over, and over again...))

((He'd long since given up on life, and relationships in any form. His world was now canvas, and three-ropes stretched out between four-posts. The desire to be better then those who had come before him meant everything now, and everything else was forfeit...))

November: Some would say that I was a fool for standing against my own family. The only problem I can see with that statement is that I'm not standing against my family...I'm standing up against three-men whose fame is and was derived from my families name. 

((He balls that dingy white towel up in his hands...squeezing it tighter then he needs to. "Sure say family one more time, Kyle."))

Jeffery Drake, Shawn Twilight...wish I would have seen it sooner. Two outsiders now taking my heritage on a ride into obscurity with the help of a boy. A boy who so arrogantly offers me a position back into my own familia...

(("Sure yeah use Spanish...it's not the same word that way." His eyes have yet to reach us tonight as they examine the worn linoleum...he can't tell what color it use to be.))

Fuck you Joshua.

You're just like everyone else around here. You come in seven-years too late, and suddenly you're an expert on the charms. Sure Shawn and Jeffery can tutor you day in and day out on the history, but you'll never have that distinct flavor of what it was to actually be there. To watch Bane snap her, to watch my uncle grow into something so dark, and then to see him smile again...right there at the end.

That's really what it's all about...or, excuse me, what it should be about. Now it's just a name that gives you immediate recognition...I just...

just...

((The towel drops from his fingers as he lets out a heavy sigh...his shoulders sag...))

I just want to smash your face in, Joshua. You're so fucking arrogant, and you don't even know why...they just told you to be so, and so you are. Every time I think about it...think about what you're doing to my family's name...I get physically ill. I can feel the bile at the back of my throat and it gags me...

I don't suppose you'd understand any of this though...I mean how could you possibly understand my hatred for someone stepping all over my families name...when it appears you don't have a family of your own.

I hate you. 

((He scratches at his shoulder...a powerful shoulder coiled with muscle. It wasn't always like that though...back when he use to have a life outside of these four walls his body wasn't his focal point...))

And I suppose...you'll just have to do some stand in work for Roe until I can get a hold of him, Wally. I know...I know...How amazingly obtuse of me to write you off as nothing more then a stand in. A punching bag of sorts for my aggressions. Try not to take any of that too personally though...because frankly...that's how I see everyone.

I'm confident enough to know that I could be this federations world champion in under a month. While you...can't say the same thing and you know it. In fact very few could. Sure I'll eventually want that title...because I'll need it as an illustration for Joshua, but I can find contentment in drowning nobodies like you in your own drool before you even get a chance to get both feet in the door.

No? Maybe I'm wrong?

Well then how bout we put our careers up on the line for this one huh? I mean...if you're really all that scary talented...then you should have nothing to fear...right?

((The view remains in place, but he pushes off the bench and moves out of the frame...His voice still comes to us...))

Never mind...I'm expecting too much...from too little. 

'night. 

((black.))