((North Dakota...great. If it were possible for any one place to be worse then Idaho...this would be the place. Kyle Matthew Lee, let out a deep breath into the chill morning air, and watched as it took form in the way of a white plume. That in turn invoked a little snort/laugh, shooting out more plumes, as he remembered that time back in junior high he and a buddy had smoked a cigarette. Well puffed and coughed were actually closer to the truth in the way of describing that day's event. They had both thought they were such bad asses at the time.))

((The grin soon dropped from his face though as he recalled where they got the cigarette from, and how his friends dad died of lung cancer a couple of summers later.))

((He'd heard North Dakota was full of eye popping landscapes. So far he hadn't seen a beach, nor her, and so was unimpressed. Scratching at his neck through his black turtle neck sweater he leaned back against the sliding glass door to his hotel room. The glass was cold, but that'd probably just help him stay awake...))

November: Oops, looks like I hurt Tommy's feelings...again. Oh my...whatever shall I do? He is such an accomplished veteran and I am nobody. If only I had fifty-titles to throw in his face...oh geez oh my. Because, we all know if I had two-billion television titles I would then be respected above all others...

((A dull look...))

Whatever.

((It was Thursday now, tomorrow he'd go into work, punch the time clock, and put in his thirty-minutes or less. Just like your typical, Joe America. He smiled then, because despite all their whining they really did have a charmed life. He smiled again at his own pun as he shifted on his right foot a bit...))

November: Ya know Riley I heard your interview back on the 23rd, the one where you directed some words in my direction, but yeah anyway I was kinda like only half-listening...ya know? Just kind of taking some small mental notes, and not really preparing a defense. So then yesterday I decided to make a few calls, and see if I couldn't get the interview next dayed to me...turns out it can't be found anywhere. Anywhere. Almost like it was erased and then replaced with an interview you cut on the 25th or there about.

((Read into that.))

November: So with that being said you'll forgive me if I really don't respond to anything you had to say, and just kind of take random pot shots at you...

One: that title you have around your waist? Means nothing to me, and if you don't understand why...then that's just further proof of how mediocre you are. And really don't worry about denying me shots at that title...I won't cry.

Two: you wanted to know what I've accomplished in my life that puts me on a higher level then say...oh...you? I've created a presence about myself. A presence, in spite of my record and titles, continues to shine through and establishes me as a serious threat in this sport. A presence, that despite my affiliations, grants me a wide berth of respect from such fellows as...Kevin Merrix. And I only bring the name up because I know in your one-dimensional world he means everything to you. A win over him, his respect...they are and would be your greatest accomplishments, and then there's me...I've never even said one word to the guy, and it's almost like we're best buddies or something. I tell someone that they're nothing...that they're mediocre, and they accept it.

That's my presence at work, Tommy. I don't need anything to make me a major part of this sport. Well that's not entirely true. I did need just the right mixture of genes to help me get my foot in the door, and now I'm pretty much handling things on my own. The communities eyes are on yours truly...anticipating my next move.

Which would bring me to my third little pot shot of the morning...well this one isn't so much a pot shot as it is a threat. If you touch Gabrielle Williams, then I touch you. And you ask yourself, "Why should I be threatened by that?" For the same reason that she should feel threatened by you, and that's pretty much it. 

((He pushed away from the sliding glass door then and moved further out onto the balcony until he could rest his hands upon the balcony's railing. It was black, and cold, and the paint was dull and cracked. In other words it was like a lot of things in his life. And he wondered then what she was doing so very far away from here. If she was just waking up or still snuggled up beneath her blankets? He didn't really know why the thought came to him, but it did and so he sighed...))

November: Ya know Mega...I don't have a problem with you per say. I mean you're just another one of those mediocre type of people that dream big and achieve little, and you can take that as an insult I guess, but it's true...just look at your track record. So I guess what I'm saying is that I really don't have a problem with you puffing your chest out and "throwing down" like you actually matter in this community. Like anyone is actually looking in your direction, and yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard what you had to say to Merrix about "fools recognizing and sitting they fool asses down in front of the tv to listen in on you busting some mad assed smack all over some bitches ass", but really bro...dude...amigo...you're nobody. 

What? A JWA Trans-Atlantic title back in '99 maybe? Maybe a hardcore title in the same year, and then you vanish for the next three or four years and you expect us to believe your somebody with absolutely no credit to your name save the bio that you produced for the community? Come on...give me a break. You came into this community as a nobody, you'll exist as a nobody, and when you leave this community again...guess what...you'll still be a nobody, and ain't no one going to shed a tear homie.

So go ahead and do your "thang", but just don't expect me or anybody else to swallow that load of jizz that you're trying to fire down our throats. Was that gay? Someone ask, Twenty-One.

((There's not a smile or a laugh at his own joke. Instead he just looks out across "fabulous" North Dakota. So fabulous in fact that he doesn't even know the state capitol...doesn't care to know the state capitol. Although that's funny when you think about it...how if you know your state capitols your somehow a genius. Yeah, Tom the stock boy down at Smitty's knows all his state capitols. Yes indeed...Tom the stock boy knows all the state capitols. Kyle, just views it as not caring to know. If he wanted to know a state capitol he'd check the internet...hey that's what it's there for.))

November: I realize that last comment had absolutely no place in this conversation, but I know Twenty-One got a little chuckle out of it. I don't know maybe you did too Kevbo Merrix, The Irony of Justice, and so much more. Ya know Kev, I'm not an overly bright guy so I was looking at that Irony of Justice thing the other day, and I was like "what gives?" what's this Irony of Justice all about and how does it pertain to Kevin Merrix? I don't understand how you're the Irony of Justice. So maybe you can just clear that up for me...maybe you have in the past, and I just wasn't listening. Because there was that period of three-years there where I just tuned everything out and went surfing. And maybe that's an insult or maybe that's a quest for knowledge, but only your response can dictate which one it truly is.

I won't linger on that though because well it's a lame point to linger on. Hmm...there's that word again, lame. You know Merrix it is true that I was associated with the Charms for well, pretty much all of my life, and it is true that all of the Charms do hate you for being there to knock the golden boy from his high horse, or in Charm speak...because you just happened to be the one wrestling Shawn f'n Twilight when he decided to let his heart dictate his actions. Charms, can't handle romance...it puts too much strain on the image they try to present on AOWF TV. So like I was saying, yes the Charms do hate you, and I suppose in my own way I hated you too because well everyone else was doing it why can't I?  

((He looks back over his shoulder then to the camera and gives a little shrug. Not too long and he's once again looking out at a gray sky heavy with rain...or snow...or any number of elements that he's not use to. He now has sweaters in his wardrobe.))

November: But I've grown, matured, and developed my own thoughts and opinions. So no Merrix...I don't hate you with a passion like Jeffery Drake does, quitter, I just have a dislike for you. And where would this dislike stem from you question? Well I'm glad you asked Kev...I'm really glad you asked. Because it stems from this: 

((Sound byte.))

"You still seem to be something special to our owner though ... it's really a blessing for you I guess."

((He releases the railing and slowly turns back around towards the camera, folding his arms across his chest, and letting his rear come to rest on that same railing. Doing all of this slowly, making sure the sound bytes have time to play through when they edit them in later. Sometimes he does do some producing...))

November: I know Kev, I know...I left a few words out, and maybe that was all taken in the wrong context, but from my side of the fence I heard, "You'll get all the breaks in this match because Shawn likes you." And just as you implied earlier, no you really don't know a whole lot about me if you're even going to bring that line of thought into this conversation. His whole line about still waiting for me to do something...was a fucking insult. A reminder of how little, in his eyes, I have thus far achieved. He'd like for nothing more then for me to tuck tale and leave this community. Because for every second that I'm here, and their chosen successor Twenty-One isn't, they're reminded of the mistake they made.

I know...none of this matters to you, and it shouldn't, but I really resent anyone trying to form connections between myself and those guys out on the west coast. Did I mention that I haven't talked to my father in like two-years now? He's always stood one-hundred percent behind, Twilight. I resent the man. Not my father, I pity him, but Shawn. Matthew Lee, left him with something, and from what I can tell...it's going to shit. Speaking of which...

Hey Shawn where's that fall from grace match that's the highlight of every ffg since the dawn of time? Shouldn't Twenty-One be there? Across from someone he's developed some big climatic feud with? Or is he not living up to people's expectations? Hey I have an idea...why don't you have Jeff come out during "half-time" and once again put his full faith and support behind Twenty-One like he did at AOWF 4. Hear that silence prick? That's what Paris, France will be listening to on March 14th when your little group presents them with the biggest bomb since anything the BEW ever put out. Which reminds me...

((There's no humor in his tone...just bitter, bitter, hatred. He can't say that he doesn't care anymore, but by that same token he can't say that he really wants back in either. He's...happy...more or less with his current situation. Still, he wonders if these days aren't numbered. Look what happened to Thunderwolf. Putz.))

November: ...I was talking to you wasn't I, Merrix? My apologies I'm easily sidetracked. Which tends to throw me out of my grove, and that's a big problem on my end because I really hate doing this and without that groove you just feel like calling it a day. Kind of like I do right now, but I really can't because I still have to share some words with, Attict. Well I guess I don't really need to share any words with Attict, I mean it's not like me speaking to him will help me win, right? Right? That's what I thought, but I will anyway because...because the fans must want it. The fans must be on the edge of their seats "with the telephone chords pulled out of the walls" eagerly awaiting "da smack fest" that I have awaiting him. Oh boy what fun we will have...

Oh, oh, oh, but before I move on I have two messages fro you from two very close associates of mine. The first being: "Yes, please help me contact him." and the other being, "You're a lame mother fucker." I'm sure you can figure out who said what. Good talking to you KM. "I'll see you around."

((He does actually smile at that because he finds his rips on Don Mega to be humorous. Even when they're not. Again he's taking a long pause to let another sound byte play out...))

"I’m really listless when it comes to you, even with the entire m.o.a. situation unresolved at this point.  You might strike a stance and say that I care.  Or that I should care that I was so betrayed by you and whoever else came out with the guy in the dirty sunglasses"

((He has to wait in silence a lot longer then last time, and when he does finally start to speak his words get mixed in with the end of the sound byte...))

November: Ah man...you have me there o' great one. So what now do I say to that? What could I possible say that will counter your uncaring nature to this whole unresolved M.o.A situation? And just like that I have it. Bonehead...I have never implied...nor will I ever imply that me joining the M.o.A has anything to do with you. In fact...who the fuck are you? I believe in our entire time together in this community we were scheduled to square off in exactly one match that I no showed for. Could that have been from fear? Intimidation? Who knows? But what I do know is that it had nothing to do with the M.o.A and especially, Styx. And yeah it is ok to say his name...he won't come out from under your bed and beat you with his hair. Oh look at that...over played Charm humor that they stopped using, and you have yet to realize how done it is.

Progression...try some, Matt. I think you could use it in your day to day life. You're still stuck in 99, when your career actually mattered, while the rest of us have moved on to 2003, where you barely raise an eyebrow anymore. Lucky for me your opinion on this matter doesn't well...matter, and those that do are nodding their heads right along with me. Because we're tired of the one line, pause, one line, pause, one line, oh my gawd a valid point, pause approach you take in ALL of your promos. Dude, Twilight's shelved...Drake's making babies...Styx is dying in a desert somewhere, and your mimicking dinosaurs, and it's starting to get ugly. Painful even.

So yeah maybe ol Styx had some hatred for you when he restructured this "little" group, but he's since then been kicked out, Dellanuite's in control now, and we're not even interested in what you have to say on the matter. And well hell as long as I'm here I'll just remind you why this restructuring of the M.o.A should have never bothered you. Ever. You left the M.o.A and joined up with the Charms WAY before NoA 4. See that? I'm even helping you build a better defense around yourself...just because I'm a swell guy, and I'm that confident in my abilities to shred anything you have to say to pieces. Well there's that, and the fact that you're stupid kinda helps me out there too. But hey I've got a message for you too...way back from '98.

"Stop trying to be me." 

Trust me Attict...everyone's nodding along.

((black...))