((It's kind of like being the last kid up to bat. Everyone before you has either made it onto base or knocked someone in, and now it's your turn. You're sweating already and this is only the top of the first inning at eight in the morning. Stomach churning, head spinning, palms sweating...dear God just let me hit the ball. Let me hit the God damn ball and I'll stop stealing candy from the Circle K. Please let me hit the ball...please.))

((And so maybe you hit it, and maybe you don't, but what comes after isn't nearly as bad as the waiting. The anticipation. That's probably why Kyle Matthew Lee never participated in any team sports during his high school years...he didn't like others to be dependent on him. He didn't like for the hopes of an entire team to weigh down on his shoulders, and so he'd stuck to track and field. A sport that was more dedicated to the individual then it was to the team. So he found it ironic it a not so funny kind of way that he'd once again found himself in a tag-team situation, and not just any normal tag-team situation.))

((Oh, no...that'd be too easy. He was paired up with two others now, in the main event. He really didn't like to be dependent upon because he tended to let others down all the time. It was always his fault.))

((Dear God just let me hit the ball.))

November: I'm so fuckin' ecstatic that Kevbo Merrix decided not to ref that match...it would have become an even bigger debacle then what it actually turned out to be. Me hitting him, he hitting me, and Matt Attict, just kinda...there. I mean for someone who's whole career is based on an ego and a couple of phrases repeated over and over and over again...you'd think the guy would have been just a tad bit more vocal then he was. Again not that it mattered. Because well there was no match...yeah.

So...yeah the subjects dead and moot at this point I suppose, but Shawn knows had that been anyone else but me there in that ring...he wouldn't have heard the end of it. But I'm ending it here. Now. 

End.  

((Please, please, please...don't let me screw up. Please.))

Although you know I do still have to touch on it briefly as what happened at the end of that...thing...does have quite a bit to do with what'll be taking place here within the next couple of weeks and does involve me. I.E. the whole Merrix, November, match...thing. Oh, and did I mention it's for the LWF World HEAVYWEIGHT Championship? No? Odd that I didn't. In any matter Shawn might as well just hand the title over to me now or find me a new opponent, and not because I'm so confident in my abilities to beat Kevin Merrix either. No, quite to the contrary the last time he and I were in the ring during an actual match he kicked m'ah ass something fierce. So obviously that's not why the title should come to me...no instead it should come to me because...Merrix, is done.

The pattern's worked itself out, and as usual he's burnt himself out and is once again making that long walk into the sunset. Not to be seen again for at least another ten-months when talk of fall from grace eight starts up. 

Like...I highly doubt he even plans on showing up this week to help his pardners, SynSkinny and Stanford out. Because after all why should this match matter to him? He's not a hero...he doesn't owe anyone anything. He's just Kevbo Merrix and he comes and goes as he pleases, and that's all fine until he makes his great big return and promises us all again that he's back for the long haul and he won't let his fans down again. That he's ready to step into the name that the people have given him and give us a show to remember. I remember alright...we all remember.

((Just keep your eye on the ball. Don't be the one to screw everything up. Don't disappoint them.))

((I just want to hit the ball...that's all.))

Although...I am hoping I'm wrong and Merrix is just really, really, busy with something that he can't get away from...because lord knows I don't need my first World title reign to be soiled by a no-show. I can already hear the chants of paper champion accompanying me to the ring now. Though if I were Synskin and Ray I wouldn't be overly optimistic in him being there to help you guys out, and trust me you'll need his help because we'll see more bickering and fighting between the two of you that night then we've seen from either of you your entire tenure here in the LWF. And that's both sad and pathetic.

That you put more energy into each other then you do into your own careers. Come on boys impress me with something a little more then Stanford ranting on and on about the great injustice that is Shawn Twilight, and Synskin chiming in at the last minute to remind us that he's still alive and breathing. Be...be something a little bit more then either of you have up to this point.

Although combined both of you are greater then the sum of your individual selves, and well in truth you both make a hell of a lot more sense then does Donny Mega...well that's not fair to Mega. You both make "a little" more sense then does, Don. I mean Ray did openly admit that he was a waste of everyone's time...so he gets major points for that, but he continues to participate in this sport...so he quickly loses those points.

Because that doesn't make any sense and it hurts my head just thinking about it.  

((Just this time don't let me screw up...just this one time. Let me get through at least this. Because he'll be watching. Dear God he'll be watching.))

Still even with Mega as our handicap, and K. Merrix with the two of you as his handicaps I'm still looking good because well the gimp Collins can wrestle. No, really he can. He pinned ol Drake there one, two, three. Although at our Christmas gathering he swore to God that he got his shoulder up and that Collins was pulling his tights. Regardless of the truth or lie in that statement the fact that Collins got Jeff down on his back, without promise of dinner and a phone call tomorrow, use to put him in and around a level of semi-greatness I guess. Though that knee of his worries me. I'm concerned that I might break it by mistake when I tag him in.

Don't ask me how that's possible I'm just concerned.

But so ok...all kidding aside there will be at least two credited athletes on my side of the ring...one on yours if Kevbo does decide to follow through with all of his promises and meet up with us that night. Again I'm not putting too much bank behind that, but stranger things have happened. Like Wally Attict pinning me. Now that was humiliation...because the guy doesn't even exist anymore. Swallowed up by the original Attict's ego.

Yeah...yeah. I don't think much more can be said other then um I'll have some words for dad this Friday, and uh he won't be able to ignore this.   

((Please God...let me do this.))

((black...))