((Memories are fleeting...))

((He watched her sleeping face in the wee hours of the morning. Studying her every feature from her full lips to the way her golden hair fell across her face tickling her small nose. He watched her chest rise and fall with each small breath.. noticing the small and singular freckle that rode upon her collar bone. He had studied her like this time and again when the morning sky was still gray and dreary. Had enjoyed these peaceful moments before the world started moving again.))

((However, these were just memories and she wasn't in his small hotel room. Nor was she even in the hotel. She was miles away, no doubt plotting his financial demise with her cackling sister. The reality of what she was doing was enough to drown away the fond memories of her beautiful face or the way her lips moved ever so softly in her sleep, but despite his best attempt to hate her, with the assistance of alcohol, he couldn't.))

((He still loved her.))

November: It needs to be said even though it doesn't matter. Shallow words meant to sum up and encompass the immense tragedy in your life. Shallow words that can't even begin to convey my deep and profound sorrow for the tragedy that struck your life so recently. But they need to be said because despite our differences we're human.

My condolences on your loss. I can't imagine what you're going through.

((Her laugh, when she chose to engage in such a thing, was infectious and he spent the majority of their time together just trying to make her smile and laugh. She'd had so little of that in her life, but she deserved so much.))

I'm sure you'll understand then why I can't do what I need to do this Friday. Why your tragedy has affected me perhaps more deeply then it should. Then again why shouldn't the loss of an innocent human not affect us all?

I just can't do what I need to do on Friday. In fact I won't do what I need to do on Friday. I'll be in that corner and any time I find myself in that ring with Boxer I'll do what I'm paid to do to the best of my ability, but I won't touch her.

I can't do that.

((His fingers laced through her small digits as their eyes met in the darkness. Lips touched and bodies moved in a lovers dance. The climax of this dance left them in each others arms slowly nodding off as they whispers their undying love to one another. His hand resting on the small of her back.))

I won't fight you Angelica, and it's as simple as that. If that means a broken jaw and bruises then I'll just have to deal with that, but I won't fight you. That was never a part of this deal. You're not even suppose to be here. You can't hate me for doing the only thing I know how to do and then return to the ring yourself.

You can't fucking do this.

I've stayed away from you. I've played by the rules and yet here you are as a painful reminder of what once was. I get it. I really do. You want to hurt me to make sure I never forget what I let go. Well don't worry hon it hurts plenty and I haven't forgotten anything.

((Curled up in her favorite recliner her eyes moved across the pages of her most recent novel, lower lip held between small teeth as she no doubt had reached a rather interesting part of the book. His shirt covering her body, but her strong legs poking out.))

I won't fight you. Not now, not ever. We've already had our fights and I never much cared for how they turned out. So you can do what you need to but it won't change my mind. Jeff is playing a game and I get that. He's scared and looking for any advantage he can. Trying his best to rattle my cage, disrupt my game, and end me forever. I don't blame him. I suppose if I were in his position I'd be looking for every advantage I could. After all when he left the last time it was more or less on his terms... I mean how hard is it really to pin a tired old cliché?

Obviously not that hard because he did just that and then left the sport with his legacy in tact.

And now he's scared because he doesn't want to lose that legacy. Lose his legendary status as the messiah of the AOWF. As the only other Charm to retire themselves instead of allowing a pussy to do so. So he uses this federation to his advantage and books a match that has nothing to do with this federation and everything to do with my state of mind.

I get it. I really do.

((He can still remembered how she smelled while he held her in his arms and they watched the sun sink behind the horizon. Could still feel her warmth upon his chest as she tilted her head back to receive his kiss.))

And I'll deal with it because it's what I'm suppose to do. It's what our family has always done. Deal with adversity and the silly mind games and over come.

So on April 8th, 2007 I'll overcome all of this when I hear you tap-tap-tap'ing a sweet tune on the canvas, and all of this will no longer mean anything. Because your legacy will have ended and what I've been saying all along will come to pass.

I am the Fatal Charm.

Now stand aside while Tommy and I put on a show.

'night.

((Fade.))