((He took an early flight into Switzerland, having booked a room somewhat close to the event location. Though with Shawn Twilight at the helm that location could change at a moments notice...))

((He'd arranged for an LWF camera to meet him at the airport, and now as he was driven off towards his hotel in the back of a cab...he looked upon the camera with a kind of bothered expression. As if to indicate none of this is really necessary, but it must be done.))

((He popped an elbow up on the side of the door and leaned his head into a waiting hand. Behind him we gain a small glimpse of Switzerland as it passes us by. The casual tourist would find this foreign scenery to be spectacular, but for Kyle Matthew Lee it wasn't Malibu Beach, and there was no Pacific Ocean out there...))

November: A match? Sure. Next Friday? Sure. The usual rules apply? Sure. Are you still going to lose? Of course.

The problem we have here Aaron is that you really can't think on my level. You assume you can...just like you assume I don't know you have something planned this Friday. Just like you assume I couldn't crush all your hopes, goals, and plans IF I really wanted to put the effort into it.

But while you're messing around with parlor tricks taught to you by your former overlord...I'm worrying about my performance in the ring, and how to maintain the possession of this title. So please do come to the show on Friday with the thought to do your worst to us. God knows we're not prepared for it.

God knows.

((He rolls his eyes a bit...and shakes his head a little bit more. He knew the game. He knew how it went. He was there when it was being created. He was there when it was his family teaching the rest of the world how to take their first steps into a new and brighter world...He hates himself for still being here.))

So yeah hotshot...you get your title shot next week for no other reason then I'll enjoy the fact I stopped you from reaching the pinnacle of your desires...i.e. Frost. Because you won't beat me...because while others may be impressed with you, while some took pity on you, which in turn made you feel like a somebody...The truth is you've never and WILL never be anything unless I allow it. I know, you're trying to wrap your mind around that statement right now...searching for the hidden meaning. Trying to decipher all the clues. Don't fret though I'll spell it out for you real simple like.

You exist right now because I take notice of you and entertain your presence within in my house. The moment my eye wanders away from you...you, along with everyone else in this federation, start to matter very little. And why not? I am the World Champion after all aren't I? A different person now then I was almost two years ago?

And isn't that interesting Aaron? How you concur with me that we, all of us, should be dealing with the here and now, forging new memories and histories, and yet you're the very first one of us to reach back to a moment in my past and bring it into the conversation? Curious that you're so fucking stupid you don't even realize when you've talked yourself into a corner, and yet you claim to be so wondrous, and the new direction of this sport? Hey what do I know? Maybe you can wrestle...maybe there is some bit of you in there that can pull of a Hesini Face Buster with an extra half twist...maybe, but I suggest you never speak again, and especially to me. Because I'll rip your every word apart if need be, and leave you slacked jawed with a bit of drool hanging off your chin. Don't think so? Then please...speak again. Try to give me that tough guy Aaron again who thinks he's actually somebody. Try to give me that "superstar" you think you've become, and I'll show the back of my hand across your face...

((The cab jerks to the left a bit forcing him away from the door he'd been leaning against and towards the camera. The cabby says something in a dialect that wasn't English. So November chooses to ignore it as he carries on...))

As for Wally though...since you brought him up. After the verbal bitch slap I gave him, hmm wonder who coined that phrase and when? In any matter after said verbal bitch slap he went crazy and was never seen from again. So congrats to him for the win...congrats to me me for still being sane, and being here...right now. I still don't see the point though...because I did say I do plan on losing eventually. Because let's face it...we're all just human and no one's perfect. All I ever said is that I don't see me losing anytime soon. You're the one not listening and assuming. Well hey how about you assume this one for me...

What's Ransom's real name?

Don't tell me you've been calling him Ransom away from the camera? Surely you two are such buddy, buddy, right now he would have shared with you his real name, his wife's real name, and told you all about his precious daughter who just graduated from law school...Oh yeah...he always did love her better.

In any matter Aaron...tell you what I changed my mind. You only get a match against me when you can give me Ransoms real name. Shouldn't be hard since you two are so chatty. Thanks... 

((The cab slows, and then comes to a jerking stop. Kyle, didn't want to deal just then with trying to decipher how much the ride cost in his funny currency. So he floats a decent sized bill his way, and steps out of the cab with his duffle bag around his shoulder.))

((For a moment our view of the world is spun around as the camera man exits the cab, and moves now towards, Kyle. After a  few steps our view finds November again as we zoom up on him. We've only so far gained a few details about the hotel he's standing in front of...like the red carpet Kyle's currently standing on, and the bellhop waiting, impatiently, behind him.))

So Tommy...you know...everything you said was so powerful, so awe inspiring, and so dead on...if of course anything you assumed about me had been true. That's the problem with assumptions...more often then not they'll leave you looking like an idiot for making them in the first place. Unless of course it's an informed assumption we're talking about, and well then in that case you could always refer to it as a hypothesis, and in that instance I might have been a bit more forgiving and open minded of the "points" you threw into our conversation. However, the problem is that, you aren't informed. 

And here's why...I never claimed, not even once, that I was the leader of any group. I never claimed...even once that those who surround me now are there to lift my career on high. They are my friends Tommy, and even in a sense the only family I truly have left.

That's really why we're together. Because while I could call just about anyone to my banner and have them watch my back, and praise me like the wrestling rock star I am...that was never what I was after. And perhaps that's were the true problem in all of this lies...you're projecting. You see what I have, and admittedly you want it, and in a round about way you're telling me what YOU would do with what I currently have.

Newsflash Tommy...you're not me, and that train of thought you have on what I should be doing with my career, and how I should have control over my stable mates is exactly the thing that will never make you me. It's hard for people in this industry to imagine that the four of us are together because we like each other. That just because we chose, or are forced, to wrestle against one another...that problems have suddenly developed.

Hey get this...we're wrestlers...we wrestle. The more of a show we put on...the more valuable we make our names in this federation...the more money Shawn needs to shell out. What we're creating here is a dynasty that's thinking "outside the box". We're not restricted by rules or order of leadership...we just are. I follow him...he follows her, and then she follows me as I start to follow her. Confusing I know, and really you don't understand. All you know is that your World Champion is making the most noise so of course he must be the leader right? Or that because the members of Seraphim are female they can't possible be in a leadership position.

At which point I'll remind you and everyone that it was Frost who was the first to speak for us...to name us, and to let the LWF know that we had come together as one entity.

Boggles the mind doesn't it?

((He looks back over his shoulder to the waiting bellhop, shrugs, and then flips his duffle bag back to him. The kid catches it easy enough, but it was a lot heavier then he had assumed it'd be. So he drops it, but Kyle doesn't care...it's only a dead body.))

November: So while you may continue to think that I'm a bitch...I'll continue to think that you're a moron for assuming you know a God damn thing about me. Then again...you not knowing anything about me kind of makes everything you said about me irrelevant doesn't it? Regardless...the next time we meet I suggest you stick to subjects that you actually know about. Like my name...plenty of people with your level of education enjoy making fun of my name...like take your role model Donald Mega for example. His knocks on my ring name make him laugh to no end.

Listen...in any matter. Good luck tomorrow, and I'm pretty much done talking to you now.

'night.

((He turns then and starts to head for the hotels front doors...))

((black...))