((And so he remembers...))

((He can remember growing up in Malibu Beach, California. He can recall all of the birthdays, Thanksgiving's, Christmas', and Sunday mornings on hard, wooden, benches...He can recall a day when he was only five-years old and Uncle Matthew  had rough housed with him on the living room floor...))

((Though truth be told he couldn't remember whose living room floor it was, but he could remember the love he had for his Uncle at that exact moment when he was spun around the room, and then brought down safely back to the carpet. It was an innocent love that a child has for its older relations. A love that doesn't judge, or measure, or care...it just simply exists, and seems at that time boundless and forever...))

((But it all fades...in the end.))

((And so he remembers life as he lost his innocence. He can recall now, looking back, how fast the years tumbled away, but seemed, looking into the future, to stretch on into infinity. He can remember all of the little phrases his family used growing up. Simple phrases used over, and over, and over again until they became a part of his every day dialect. They were community property...))

((But then he remembers he's no longer a part of that community...))

November: You're right about one thing Joshua...I'm using words and a form of dialect that doesn't belong to me anymore. I was still holding on to what I use to be, and I need to let that die now. Thank you for pointing that out.

((It's quiet tonight and warm. The sweat running down the side of his face pays testament to that...))

((A pair of black jogging shorts ride on his lower body, and maybe you'd see that if the camera panned down just a bit, but currently it holds steady on his face...))

Now allow me to inform you of something, Joshua, that I don't think you quiet understand. I'm not looking for acceptance among the Fatal Charms anymore, I'm not looking to become the next Charm anymore, and if my father and uncles stand with you now...then they're dead to me. You're all dead to me. So you might be confused now. How could I hate you so much for being the next Charm, for being in control of what use to be my family, when I'm standing here right now telling all of you that I don't care? Because my uncle was the original, and I loved him, and his memory deserves better then what you can give him now or ever. Maybe that's all really one in the same and I'm fooling myself, but then again all I felt was hate when I looked upon your last little family portrait.

I don't belong there anymore, and so of course the next logic step I have to take is to outshine you. So that when people think of the name Lee, when connected to Misery, they'll think of the prestige I bring to the name, and not the disgrace you're piling upon it. Maybe it's all falling together for you now...The whining? Crying? I'll be honest...I was trying to catch the ear of my real family and remind them of where we came from, but that's so over now. Now it's just about out pacing, and out distancing you. Standing my ground when you run.

((His eyes move away from us to look at something off camera. They hold there for a moment as his mind replays Roe's last words to him...trying to pick those words and phrases with the most significance, and respond to them...There's only one thing that lingers on his thoughts as his eyes find their way back to the camera...))

Because that mishap of a win over you isn't the highlight of my young career. Nor is being invited to attend your little function next, Thursday. Because let's be honest with ourselves here Joshua...the majority of the community doesn't even know we exist, and especially doesn't recognize a win over you as any kind of major accomplishment. So let's put a stop to that line of thought right now.

And instead let's start counting my achievements with that which you could not accomplish and I could. Let's look at it that way instead Joshua, because while I could drive your face into the canvas a thousand times over...I think holding the AOWF World title before you would be even more significant...and even more painful for you to lay witness to.

And I'm still waiting on Wallace to use his vocabulary...

((The camera starts to fade out as interest is lost along with a train of thought...It happens to him a lot, but you should see him fly...))

I'm done.

((black...))