((Monaco today and Switzerland tomorrow....))

((His hair's been neatly trimmed, the weeks worth of stubble is gone, and his breath no longer reeks of alcohol. He almost lost her because of what he was letting himself become, but one weekend changed all of that. One weekend and he was going to try harder for her. It's amazing the things you'll do for love. Though he doubted she felt what he did as deeply as he did. It was one of the reasons he wasn't with her now...because she needed her space.))

((But he would have been happy just to look upon her. To secretly guess about her thoughts, and admire the way her face formed dimples when she smiled. God when she smiled.))

((He was in his hotel room now having just returned from a few laps in the pool and a shower. Sitting upon the edge of the bed he looked into the camera lens with a bored sort of expression on his face.))

((He shook his head and ran a hand back through his damp hair...resting it at the back of his head for a moment before letting out a deep sigh and dropping the hand down to his lap. He was thinking about calling her now...just a quick hello and I love you, but he'd save that for later. he had something to do first.))

November: As I understand it...Synskin doesn't like me very much. Has something to do with my ability to entertain the masses while at the same time making the rest of this federations roster look really, really, bad.

((He shrugs, and tilts his head a bit to one side. He use to try and make people like him. He use to care about the opinion of others, and to an extent he still did, and even then he only cared if you were her.))

What can I say? I have that certain "it" factor, and while the false prophets out there may try to convince you that soon enough they'll be at the top of the heap...the truth of the matter is I'm here now, and have yet to be dethroned, and it's not even as if I'm hiding.

In fact here I am offering myself up to anyone who actually thinks they have a chance in hell of putting me away at this point in time. Nightstryker? Machine? It won't happen...it can't happen. Everything is so perfect right now...everything is so the way I want it to be. I'm pulling all the strings, and the rest of you are still trying to catch up with me. Don't see it that way? Then I'll politely remind you to look at where you are right now, and where I currently am. Hurts the back of your neck to look up that high doesn't it?

((His expression is grim. Although his mood doesn't seem to match it. Or in the very least he seems in a better mood then he has been this past month. Then again this is only a satellite signal we're watching right now, and as such we couldn't possibly guess his demeanor...could we?))

Of course I realize that I'm bound to lose at some point...it happens, but just not anytime soon. It just doesn't work that way in my mind because I don't see anyone as a threat. Oh, you may have the belief that you've accomplished something great in your careers, but since when have your opinions and beliefs actually produced a damn thing? I on the other hand? I have yet to be stopped from reaching any of my goals, and now at this time I could drop a billion names that'd make you're head spin in order to prove that point, but hell why does anyone need me to explain anything to them? Especially about the past that I lived through while they only observed it, and read about it? We're all experts here right? Right, yeah, of course you are... All of you too caught up in the news and history that others have created to even worry about the mark that you'll leave on this place when you're gone.

Me? I've already left the mark that I want them to see, and in doing so have taken the book away from them and have started to pen my own story. A story that doesn't end in the ruin of a dream and an institution, but rather with the return to a tradition they should have never forgotten about.

I'm sorry...was that bitter? Yeah, that was bitter wasn't it? I'll try to remain on subjects that the rest of you can understand...instead of subjects you think you understand. 

((She's always there. Right at the forefront of every thought. He smiles then thinking about a conversation they had that only their eyes shared. He could almost understand now why they both did what they did. Love was so powerful. Or maybe it was too soon to think like that.))

Namely events transpiring in the LWF...because really that's what matters doesn't it? The here and now? because we've all agreed that our past don't matter, and yet can't refrain ourselves from brining then up at every chance we get. So I'll again bring everyone back up to speed.

I'm the LWF World Champion...everyone who's not doesn't have any room to speak to me as if they're on my level. Because no one's on my level. No you, or him, or her, or they. I'm at the mountain top, and when you finally do reach don't be overly surprised when the confidence you hold in yourself doesn't match up with what you're actually capable of doing. Tommy for example is fairly confident in his ability to wrestle. After all he's been an LWF Hardcore champion and just recently captured that IC title. I'd say that's a pretty good track record, but the truth of the matter is he knows, like many of us do, that he doesn't have the ability to properly handle himself in an actual "wrestling match".

Oh yeah...he can swing that chair around with the best of them, and might even know a couple of holds that he picked up on during his "extensive" career as a "hardcore icon"...in some places he's mentioned and that I don't care to recognize. However, that in no way indicates that he can last five-minutes in the ring with me...the LWF World Champion.

I'll say that again: me...the LWF World Champion.

You don't belong in any match against me Tommy...you're just not of my caliber, but at least, for a few brief moments anyway, you'll share the spotlight with your Champion. And perhaps even gain further insight into what it takes to be me.

The LWF World Champion. 

((There's a loud knock on the door to our right, and even before he can answer we hear the door click open and a familiar (feminine) voice introduce itself into the setting.))

Gabrielle: Hey Kyle! You ready or what?

((Kyle, looks down to the towel wrapped around his waist as we hear the door shut and Gabrielle walk into the scene...taking a seat beside Kyle on the bed.))

November: Um, no.

Gabrielle: Well hurry I'm hungry.

((He looks up to her, back to his towel, and then up to her again.))

November: Well I have to get dressed.

Gabrielle: Ok, I can wait...I don't mind.

((She leans back on her elbows eyeing over, Kyle. He in turn shakes his head, and rising from the bed moves towards the camera.))

November: Sure...where's your twin anyway?

((There's another knock on the door...the screen goes black.))

((black...))