((One-night...that's all it took, and suddenly the community was a very different place. Who would have thought a tired, old, mans actions would have thrown so many people into disarray? I did...that's who.))

((It's noon...maybe a little after, but not by much. He's spent the last week hiding from the camera. The decisions he made leading up to October 31st, 2002 were all tough. Almost impossible. In the end desperate men will do what they must to reach their goals. No...he hasn't reached it yet, but he's taken a giant step in the right direction...))

((The scene is peaceful...the ocean rolling in to touch down on the beach...it's sound hypnotic...we find an absence of Kyle, but his voice is there...))

November: Yeah...look at you waiting for me. Suddenly I'm the big shot and you can't get enough of throwing my name around. I make a couple of interesting career moves, and whoa...all of the sudden I have everyone in an uproar. Big mistake this, stupid move that, and somewhere in there there's something about making us regret what we've done, and here's the kicker...just about all of that is directed towards my new and retired employer, Styx.

All of you should hang your head in shame...because I happen to know that he hasn't heard a single one of you. All of your bitching, whining, and idle threats have fallen on deaf ears, but hey...here I am. Still a champion, still in control of my life, and still trying to figure out why beating Mirage is a milestone in anyone's career. The guy was a loser.

All of these former Masters of Armageddon...so bitter...so hateful...so weak. Just look at my good friend Jackson, so afraid of a life without his security blanket that he's given up. He's conceded defeat and is ready to drift away into deaths sweet embrace. And yet he wonders why Styx turned him out...turned them all out. Check your history you "true" M.o.Aites, and that'll clue you into why you never really were part of his vision.

((Still noon...maybe a little after, but not by much. A brief interlude of of his vocabulary...and still the waves crash into the shore. Listen to the roar of the sea. Close your eyes for a moment and don't think...just listen.))

Sure...you, Thunderwolf. What deeper insult can I throw your way then...you lost to The Machine? Hmm? I know, I know...you had this going on in your life, and you had that going on in your life, and the sun got in your eyes, and you had to pee, and you couldn't breathe, and the excuses are always there...always there...always on the tip of your tongue for why you lost, and why the other guy was able to win...why, why, why.

You ever wonder why you stumble and fall so much, Wolf? Why you can never seem to reach that next level you're after? You know the level I'm talking about...the one where guys like Sirus, Angel, and Styx reside? It's because you don't focus on your career. You focus on everything but your career...with you it's the soap opera of the week. Who's been molested this week? What injury did I sustain in that match? Who's been kidnapped in this episode? For fucks sake step away from it all already!

Stand on your own two feet, and keep your family life behind a curtain...believe me it's the best thing for them, and for what some would call your career. Not that I would, but some do. Of course those that do are also those who have yet to make any relevant mark on this community because they're too busy trying to involve themselves in your life, and you know what? If you didn't give them access to your life they wouldn't exist.

It's kind of like all of those stables that pop up to destroy the M.o.A...their only reason for being is the M.o.A's destruction, and so right from the start the M.o.A is already holding all the cards. You have all the fucking cards Wolf...stand up, walk away from the table, and end the game...Last year this time you were main eventing the final night of AOWF 3...this year? Lucky that you were able to sneak by Virus and retain that IC title...

Now look at ya...fighting for the TV title. I bet if you wouldn't have been dicking around with The Machine and losing...you could have been a world champion by now, but hey what do I know, right? This is the first title I've ever held...

((He lets out a long sigh...and finally the camera swings around to find his profile. His eyes are squinted against the sun, but he looks relaxed...like all of the stress that he was carrying around leading up to October 31st, 2002...just went away, and maybe it did...))

Look at you Twenty-One...playing fortune teller after the fact. Come on now...you were just as lost as the rest of them. Seconds away form putting in a call to a female friend, and then whoops...there goes that perfectly constructed house of cards that now consist of you, and you...

Yeah I know...I know...there's that other guy that wants me to notice him, but really why should I? I have a future...I have a direction...he's just waiting for you to hand him his next line, and a pat on the head for following your lead to the T. Stir the pot he said? And he said that to me? And he was there on the 31st? And he needs me to help him stir the pot?...and you're really going to stand behind him as your ace in the hole choice of a stable mate?

You're talking a big game now Twenty-One...got your back to the wall and you're hurling whatever you can lay your hands on, but let's be realistic shall we? You don't have a fucking clue what this M.o.A has in store...in fact no one does. Here's a hint... just for you though because we're family... Styx isn't listening, and refuses to listen. We needed him to make sure there was no confusion about the validity of any of this. We didn't want another M.o.A versus M.o.A bunch of bullshit that seems to happen every time he's not around, and so now you're presented with something all together new and different.

And there you are throwing out the same old tired lines that Shawn was tossing around five-years ago. Fall in love with a new band, read a book, watch a couple of classic movies...just give me something else that I can be impressed with. Because no one on my side of the fence is going to break out with a "we are the way of the future" line...that's not what we are. Same name...different philosophy. But you've grown so accustomed to what the M.o.A had become...that you never stopped to consider what we have become. And what's that you ask? Why a group of individuals, with common goals, employed by Styx, with his best interests in mind, and the ability to reach those interests. Which oddly enough is kind of like your situation...the Fatal Charms gave you a life and a career because you were willing to forget who you were to accept the cookie cutter role they laid out before you...simply marvelous.

So I'll live with this mistake, and I'll sleep well at night, and though I may feel a bit of heart ache around Christmas...I'll be ok...because I have my career, and really what more could I need? 

((black...))