((He was making good time. He'd left that little dive of a hotel a little before noon, heading for Idaho, and now found himself in a booth at a pit stop diner. Currently it was a quarter to two, his eye lids were heavy with drowsiness, and he sipped at a cup of coffee as he gazed out the window to his left. There was nothing to the view...a large parking lot with some pumps and a variety of vehicles. Though really he didn't see any of that...he was too caught up in the snow falling from dull, overcast, gray skies.))

((The back of his head is towards us, and though he knows the camera is there...he'll let it wait a little longer. After all they didn't have anywhere to go. The crew had been tailing him since his visit to, Dellanuite. He frowned a bit then, his reflection coming back to us in the window, and took a sip from his mug.))

((Letting the mug drop back down onto the table with a dull "click", he frees his hand from the handle and raises it to his chin. Shaven finally and looking a bit healthier then the last time we saw him. Though he's nothing like he use to be...not when he actually thought he had a chance to be...))

November: I see why you're a nobody now. You're stupid.

((The statement is simple and rather vague, but he'll build on it as he always does. He just needs to make his mind work again like it did back then. When he could have been...))

November: I say this...you hear that. Who's trying to impress anyone? I just said that if I were trying to impress someone it'd take more then a couple of Television titles, and a victory over what's his name to do so. I exist on a higher level then most others...I can't just be average and thrive. I can't beat you and impress anyone. But if we flip that around, and you beat me? Suddenly you've done something.

It's all about name value and who I am...that's also why ambiguity, like you have now, would be welcomed. Your in control of your career while mine is mired in a tradition and history that I spit upon.

((He sighs heavily, and finally rolls his head around towards the camera.))

November: Every time one of them falls and another rises...the stakes are raised. Each one must find a way to out do the previous. And though I'm no longer a part of that lineage...it's reached the point where I'll need to kill people in my matches to reach that status level,...but then again that's really not what I was after. I just wanted the name, and now? I just want a normal career.

But even through self exile I'm still associated with them...go figure. Must be the last name.

((A left index finger loops through the handle of his cup, and he brings it up for another sip while he continues to watch the camera. His eyes never moving away from the lens...even as he places the cup back down on the table. He's been in a lot of road side diners like this and the coffee always taste like dirt. This batch happens to taste like old dirt...))

November: So lucky you I say...Lucky you that can sign a contract and decide the course of his career. Lucky you from the bottom looking up. The community is you oyster and the best you can do is "I have a bone to pick with the world?" Well who the fuck doesn't? As if that annoyance, I like to call life, is enough to give you that extra edge you need to drop me for the three-count. Here's the story as it breaks down junior...we all live, go through a bunch of bullshit, and then we all die. And that's the end of it. If I were intimidated by everyone who had a chip on their shoulder then I'd never go outside. I probably would have already put a gun to my head, and ended the fucking misery by now.

Have a bone to pick with the world? Trying to hurt people? And you chose wrestling as the platform from which to pick that bone and to hurt those people? How fucking lame. Get yourself a rifle, find a clock tower, and I bet you anything people will finally start paying attention to you, Brandon. We're wrestlers...we're paid to wrestle, and if we get hurt it's all part of the fucking game. Do you think I'll take anything that happens in that ring personally? Do you actually think you hurting me is going to make things all better? That anyone will care about your fucking grudge?

Grow up little man because no one's impressed. 

((Dipping into the front pocket of his leather jacket he pulls out a couple of bills and flips them down onto the table. His mom waitresses for awhile before the family made it big. So he leaves more then he really should for a cup of bad coffee...He starts to stand, stops, and drops back down into his seat...))

November: And this is more on a personal note now, but when you do speak...you are allowed to say more then one sentence at a time. In fact stringing a couple of thoughts together might just raise my opinion of you. Because as of right now...you're "emulating" the wrong people. I'll let you figure out who the right people are. 

((Finally he pushes up to his feet, but the camera remains stationary at waist level as he moves from the scene. Some moments later a bell rings, and before too long we watch Kyle walk past the window...))

((black...))