((He surfed today...just him, the waves, and his board. He hit the water at about eight or so, it was only cold until that first wave came rushing in, and then he was somewhere else. Someplace where his individual skill and ability dictated the outcome of his ride. Someplace where a chair shot wouldn't decide his fate.))

((He wiped out more often then he made it back to shore, after all it had been awhile since he'd been out on the waves, but he had to get back to something pure after Tuesday night.))

((At noon he finally packed it in and let his body dry out on the warm sand. That's where he is now. Eighty-degrees or so today...perfect weather for anything...))

I hold the back of my head, and say ouch...because that's what I'm suppose to do. I mean I was attacked after all by two dudes and a chick. I'm suppose to go ouch, and then something like "Blah, blah, blah...fuck you!" Only I should probably be yelling and snarling and stuff. Of course I would do that if it really mattered, but it doesn't. I was hit with a chair. I'm actually more concerned with Thunderwolf beating me. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah...forget the chair shot that took him down...but in re-watching that match he would have beat me regardless of chair shots and kitchen sinks. Wow! I mean this is the guy that couldn't understand the significance of a day-five main event at AOWF Four, and a day-three main event. It's like apples and oranges Thunderwolf...because without looking I can tell you every single person that's ever main evented on the final night of an AOWF spectacle, but go to night one, two, or three? Well fuck I'm at a loss, and so are you, and you know you are, but I'm sure you'll go check out that little handy dandy AOWF Homepage that the AOWF execs have provided for us, and you'll come back at me with a full list of all the main events. But come on lets be honest for a change here...nights one through four now really don't mean a damn thing, and that's why you should be embarrassed that you've fallen so far from the spotlight.

((A gentle wind from the east tosses his hair in his eyes...from time to time he brushes his dark lochs away from his face, but only when it starts to tickle his nose...))

Uh-huh, yeah, whatever...so I lost to Thunderwolf, and yeah I did lose to Thunderwolf. Because a loss, is a loss, is a loss. Though Dustin there would have you believe otherwise if the outcome was reversed...but I've already covered that ground right? And he already laid out his excuses ahead of time right? He'll lose if he gets bored? Win if he wants a little nothing title? Not an exact quote mind you, but close enough to his train of thought I think. Well ok, alright, I'll stop running over the same ground, but I'm not looking forward to having this guy in my corner...I don't have a fucking clue which JWA genius thought this match was a good idea. I mean on one side we have Twenty-One and his shadow, and on the other we have me, and someone I don't respect. I mean come on chances are I'll just walk away from this match after tagging him in...because well in a few days here he'll tell the world how he doesn't need anyone to help him win anyway...so yeah, uh-huh, good whatever...I'll deal with it... 

((His throats parched...just a couple of more names though and he can grab a drink. Something with electrolytes...))

A close friend once told me that I can't lose in November... 

((He glares at the camera with humorless eyes.))

Right, and turning away from my friends advice I'm met with some Twenty-One logic who holds that number-one contender ship to the AOWF World title out there like it matters...yeah and you notice how The Eternally Damned isn't the number one contender and is still getting a shot at the World title same as you? How about you hold up that award you won for winning the writing contest in the fifth-grade as well...I'm sure that will stab me through with jealousy.

You really want to know what I'm jealous of Twenty-One? It's not your JWA World title, because I could have that in a second. More so it's the way the AOWF World title glints in the light on Angel's shoulder. You remember him right? Angel? The AOWF World Champion? Thus making him better then you? I heard a rumor through the grape vine that the main event on night five is a scaffold match.

((Shrugs))

But hey we all know what Dead Air Dave says about rumors, right? So there's you, whose idea of stirring the pot is shaking hands with what's his name, and having a mute Gabrielle pop up in your interviews from time to time and hit us with a wave of subtle gestures, and there's your partner...who stirred the pot by taking a page from the book of the M.o.A and hitting myself and Dustin with a chair or something. To tell you the truth I'm not too sure about what happened there I was too busy looking at the back of my eye lids...

((He finally pushes up to his feet...his bare feet digging into the sand...))

Still there you are, and there he is, and if I didn't want to end up like Pete Rose I'd make a bet that you and he walk away with a W that night. Unless of course the two of you get the same idea and do a quick turn on your heels and stab the other in the back. I've seen it happen before, but you know...I don't think you have to worry about him. He's so enamored with the thought of being in the same spotlight with you...that he's not about to fuck that up. Unlike Gabrielle, Frost, and myself did...I mean the nerve of us spreading our wings and going in a direction other then yours.

Sigh...Is Jackson dead yet?

Hmm...the two of you and the both of us. We and they...can't say it'll be any fun, but I'll be there and I'll wrestle, and whatever. This is all just a little warm up to what the majority of anyone following along really wants. God, knows I want it. I need to shut you the fuck up before February. 

((black...))