((Yeah, yep, yup...yeah. Just a little break you know? Like a bi-week in the NFL...only there's no end to the season in sight when you come back. Especially if you're the guy holding that JWA Television Title...that always seems to mean so much to his opponents until he beats them, and then suddenly it's just a "worthless" title. Yeah, yep, yup...yeah, but it's his "worthless" title isn't it? He'll probably have to challenge Twenty-One in a title for title match because...because well he doesn't feel like losing any time soon, and he does want that World title.))

((Surprise, surprise, he's already in San Diego. The AOWF's really gone all out this year...hotel room, rented car, free meal ticket from the hotel kitchen. He's been enjoying himself...why shouldn't he? A win at this little event may just put him into the next tax bracket...He can almost taste what he's after...almost.))

((A balcony looking out towards the west. The sun's still climbing in the east and so he's covered in mornings shadow. Slightly chilly...75-degrees. Just enough to force a west coast boy into a sweater, and put a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. Yeah, yep, yup...yeah...))

November: I pity Joseph, and anyone paying attention will know why, but I'll move on because I can do that, and he can't.

((Simple little comments like that cut deeper then two-hours of explanation. Endless, pointless, rambling...he'll hear more of it from his opponent at the Night...because they're all breed from the same stock.))

So let me help you out with your speech of defeat after the 31st, Diablo.

"I never really wanted that title...it's beneath me. I only challenged for it because I was looking for an easy win, but then I realized a win wasn't worth putting my name on the worthless JWA TV title...so I let November pin me. I did him a favor because I don't see his career lasting much longer. I was also sick that day, and the sun was shinning through the dome into my eyes, and someone hit me with a chair after I was pinned...so that's the only reason he won...even though I wanted him to because I didn't want the title."

Just record that sound byte there Diablo and replay it on the first of, November. I promise you I won't get upset that some of my material was ripped of. That's yours...I made it up for you.

((There's no humor in his eyes or voice...he really doesn't want to be there in front of the camera. He'd rather be watching all the pre-game coverage.))

I know Diablo, I know...That isn't what you'll say to me at all because, "you won't lose to me" right? No, not you...because you'll hit me with some scary wicked "you fake Charm you" insults that will leave me a quivering bowl of Jello unable to apply even a simple arm bar. Or hey you'll threaten to consume my immortal soul in your flames of something or other, and I'll probably mess myself...because hey that's some scary stuff there, and sounds nothing like the garbage that that Fallen Angel guy spews. Nah not you, your an original dude you are. You with your scarred face and groovy mask...I don't even know what I'm doing in this match.

Shock, gasp, exclamation mark.

((A look off towards the west...there are so many innuendos in that simple glance. So many. A deep breath escapes his lips and his attention is back on the camera. ))

When you do chose to speak Diablo don't try to go the "evil" guy route with me...It's pointless and damn silly. Your a grown man pretending to be an evil super villain. Just stop the silliness and be a man...get some reconstructive surgery and move on with your life...you goth you.

((black...))