((He'd been driving all night, and this morning he'd been awakened by the screams of a small child in the next hotel room over. He tried to fall the front desk and complain, but she wasn't answering...so he spent the rest of the night flipping through the channels...trying to drown out the sound. At maybe 6:30 in the am the kid finally went to sleep, and so too did he.))

((He made his mind up that night that he'd never be a father...ever.))

((And none of that matters really unless you can look into the deeper meaning of it all, and then perhaps you might chuckle a bit, but still...none of it matters. Not your missing kid, not what you're drinking, not what kind of car you drive. Because really in the end you're judged most heavily on the words you speak. Especially if those words contradict one another left and right and reveal you to have the grammar skills of an eighth-grader...Still none of that matters...nor do the bags hanging under his eyes, or the stubble that has been hanging out on his chin for the last couple of days.))

((Just for the sake of argument though he's in San Diego just off of Mission Bay...not as impressive as Malibu, but he's not here for the scenery. In fact he'd rather not be here at all...))

November: You know Joe, if I had as much trouble as you did getting out a coherent thought...I'd never speak again.

"I know who I’m dealing with." That's something you said Joe. Right there you just made the claim that you know me. And normally I'd be fine with that because well there are those out there who really do know me, but if we back track a bit we find that you also said, "You might be a Charm, or whatever you are.", and "That makes you, a fake Charm?" 

((A sigh escapes his lips as he drops his head to his chest and shakes it solemnly...Sometimes he pitied his opponent.))

So obviously you don't know a God damn thing about me, Joe. All you know is that you really want the JWA TV title, and so in a lame attempt to get under my skin you tried to use the "Charm Attack" against me...which so far has failed for everyone else who's tried to use it. So really the only reason you went that route is because you don't have an original thought in your entire head, and you seem more then content to follow popular thought...which doesn't mean the thought is true...it just means that it's popular.

You do realize that your entire professional career has been spent trying to mold yourself into the next Notch or the next Thunderwolf, right? Have you ever for one second just tried to be you? What am I saying? Of course you've never tried to do that. Dustin's kid is supposedly abducted and low and behold you're running around, beating up guys in bars, having one-dimensional conversations that seem scripted, might I add poorly scripted as if written by a Freshman in highschool, and looking for your abducted child. Coincidence? No just a lack of originality or coherent thought on your part. Because if you would have been coherent, at any time in your entire life while making a thought, you wouldn't be the "in joke" of this entire community right now.

Try digging a little deeper Joe and finding the real you...the real emotion and the real thoughts. I don't want to see the cliché machine that you ripped off of The Notch...nor do I want to see the "reality TV" life that you're ripping off Thunderwolf...or the "I beat up an entire gang" promo that you ripped off from just about everyone who conforms to your train of thought. I just want to see something real...can you do that for me Joe? Can you step away from trying to be what you see on TV, and try to be real?

So you know...go out and destroy the M.o.A, I don't care. Win every title out there, I don't care. Continue in your search to find your missing family, I don't care. But don't confuse me for just another one of your little playmates, and respond to me with the same rhetorical bullshit that you dropped in my lap a few days ago. So if you can't take your mental game up to a new level then don't bother speaking to me ever again. I have a busy life and the ten-minutes I spend watching your "cookie cutter" interviews could have easily been spent balancing my check book. Or something like that.

((He hadn't smoked in over three-years, but right now he was craving a cigarette. He settled for a stick of gum as he popped his shoulder and fixed the camera with a sideways glance...he should stop now, but he's not sure when he'll be in front of a camera again.))

So I showed up Twenty-One, and though I was there because of a deal I made with Mirage...it just so happened that you wanted me there, and I have to ask why? So yeah you beat, Mirage? Yeah? Am I supposed to be impressed that you almost know how to wrestle like Jeffery now? Or was the visual of you defeating one of my allies suppose to show me the error of my ways? Hey, Twenty-One, I know you wanted me by your side, but let it go already. The alliance I formed with Mirage and Chronos was and is strictly business...if they fail in a match I could really care less...It doesn't effect me. In fact you know the only thing I really do care about right now?

My career.

So you can wave off my title victory last Tuesday as anything that's significant, but you know in the entire five-years that I spent as a Fatal Charm I didn't wrestle a single match. A single damn match. I blame my old agent for that a little, but not completely. So you tell me where I'm going wrong. You tell me how and where my career hasn't improved since breaking away. Hell, just interviewing is a major achievement compared to where I was in 97, 98, and 99. You know...all those yesterdays?

((His father...the man that brought life to him should be happy. Should be ecstatic that he's becoming something more then just a name, but he has the feeling that it'll take something more to really make him notice.))

By the way thanks for explaining the differences between a circle and a line to me...because up until then I was really afraid you didn't agree with me that you were just repeating the same steps as all those before you. They may be traditional, but I'll never accuse them of being original. 

((So let's wrap this up now, huh? With the number one ranked wrestler in our little community. His minds exhausted, but his tongue's still sharp...))

You know Angelus, you could have saved yourself oh five-minutes or so and just told me that you changed your mind and that it's now ok to judge people. It wouldn't have meant you were right, but at least it would have saved you some time in your explanation. See what I think what you failed to comprehend here is that I never argued weather it was right or wrong to judge...All I pointed out was that you use...USE...to be the spokes person for acceptance of all people regardless of lifestyle, race, creed, color, sex, or any other type of social label we as a society place on others, and that you did label me as another Drake because of my last name...that's all. So if you want to change your opinion around, and judge people now...then go ahead, knock yourself out. I mean I know with how messed up my head's been in the last year, that my story's been changing daily...it happens...humans are fickle creatures. 

Just don't fucking try to preach to me and convince me that it's alright for you to judge...because I don't care that much to debate it. At this point I would have never even brought it up if I knew you were going to make this big of a deal out of it. You judge, we judge, they judge...yeah I get the fucking picture already, and it would have been one hell of an argument if it actually mattered.

See the whole point I made in my last interview was lost on you because you focused in on the wrong thing and beat it to death. So I have an idea...why don't you show me just how enlightened you are, call up the JWA's Archive Division, and get them to send you the interview I cut on the 25th of last month. Then watch it as many times as need be until you finally understand what it is I was telling both you and Twenty-One. Of course that's only if you care enough to investigate, and if not...well then ok...I just judged you.

((He almost went philosophical on Angelus for a moment...almost, but then that would have been just as pointless as what he'd been listening to these last ten-days. So he'd let it end there, and worry about the camera again on Monday...))

((black...))