((His thoughts drift back to five-years ago. To the day he spoke his first words to the whole of the WCIWA, and he laughs because for the life of him he can't recall what they meant. At the time they had some deeper meaning, but the years have driven that meaning from his mind now and all he was left with are the words.))

((He realized then, as he stepped away from the ring covered in sweat, that most of what was said in front of this camera was empty, and would soon be forgotten in under a week...maybe even a day. These words were nothing...with no real emotion backing them. They tended to trickle out in the guise of insults and threats, but didn't command the same presence in his memory as say that conversation  he had that one  Sunday morning...))

((And as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a white, cotton, towel, he couldn't stop himself from pulling the conversation back up in his mind...))

November: Ya know Jackson...if you had a ounce of self-respect you wouldn't have tried to explain the term "generic" to me like it really mattered. It was an insult. Not the basis for a debate. In fact you spent more time comparing yourself to a Cheerio then you did saying anything relevant.

In fact you said nothing relevant at all.

All you did was regurgitate the words I spoke to you, might I add poorly, and then added a little cackle at the end of all of that. 

((The sun was just starting to creep through the kitchen window...He was standing in the doorway, yawning, and the other was there at the table sipping on some coffee. Though it wasn't to their liking. There was only one sugar. "Why don't you just stay in college...get that degree?"))

((Kyle's answer came as a question as he scratched at the back of his head, "Because everyone in my family is wrestling?" His eyes were wide with surprise as if that answer should have been obvious. The other turned to regard him. "Yeah - that's a great answer."))

But hey let me just knock your legs out from beneath you because...well because I can. You weren't William's last student. His son was. So you now have the distinct privilege of being William's second to last student. Doesn't quiet have the same ring to it, but then again...it's original ring wasn't all that impressive either. It was kinda like with your last interview...where you said, "Thought you knew who I was eh?", and then laughed like an idiot as if you'd made some bold and major statement.  

Excuse me, but when did I ever say I knew you? I know things about you, sure, because I've been around this sport since that one year and have the ability to pay attention, but I never claimed to be an Encyclopedia on everything that is, Jackson Santee. I mean just because I know you changed your "ring" name in order to drop your old image, and that your bios use to read along these lines...

"Was found as a young child by an Indian tribe and raised in there ways..." Doesn't mean I think I know anything about you. I was just stating the obvious, and the obvious just so happened to make you look really bad.

(("What do you mean by that?" Kyle asked as he raised an eyebrow and started to make his way to the small kitchen table. The other took a sip of coffee before finally responding. "I mean you have a future with college. I've seen your GPA it's great."))

("And what I don't have a future in wrestling?" Kyle, said with a laugh, "I mean come on I'm a Lee for Christ sakes." The others eyes moved away from Kyle...examining the oak table top a little too carefully. Kyle's smile started to fade. The other finally spoke, "Yeah I know you're a, Lee."))

And you Twenty-One...

((His memories are interrupted as his eyes grow cold...))

You can keep dancing around the real issue for as long as you want...and I'll stand here and wait. Because I told you to name a time and place, and you decided to ignore that and instead hovered over that issue of jealously you're battling with. Here's the thing Twenty-One...if jealously was such a none issue then why even bother with trying to prove me wrong. You should have just breezed over it like your kind always does, and instead focused on my hair...

Twenty-One it's real easy...just face me in the ring, and this whole merry go round can stop. In fact pay attention to these next few words because this is the only thing that matters.

Name a time and place.

(("Yeah, I'm a Lee...so I'll finish this semester and then sign that contract." Kyle was saying as he started to rise from the table, tapping it gently with his knuckles. And it maybe could have ended there, but the other wasn't done. "You're a Lee alright, but that doesn't mean your a Charm."))

((He felt his jaw literally drop as he turned quickly to face the other. "What?"))

((The other continued to look at the table. "I'm telling you now Kyle...you don't have what it takes to be a Charm, and because of your last name...you won't be anything without us." The other finally looked up to Kyle, and could see the pain there in the young mans eyes, "I'm sorry Kyle, but that's just the way it is. That's the way I see it."))

(("But...but...my dad, and..." The other raised a hand to stop Kyle's stammering. "I'm sorry, Kyle. You have a great mind, and you should use it to make something of yourself, but you're not a Charm. You'll always be welcomed I'm sure, but you'll never really belong." Kyle could remember feeling his stomach drop out as the other finished off the coffee, and slowly rose from the table, and turned to face Kyle...))

(("Don't take any of this personally...it's just how I see it. Maybe I'm wrong, but I know I'm not." The other paused a moment as a hand found it's way to Kyle's shoulder. "I'll see ya around."))

No...no you won't.

((black...))