((Still England...still sucks to be you...))

((The sweet nothings she whispered in his ear were for another. The sweet lies she told him, and this entire time he believed them like a fool. His fist pounded against the wall as he moved down a hotel corridor sporting a pair of swim trunsk, damp hair, a towel over his shoulder, and flip flops...))

((There was a mini-bar waiting for him in his room. Fuck her...he didn't need to do anything for her anymore. Not a God damn thing. The camera follows behind in his wake...))

November: Yeah, like I said...they don't matter. How's that so hard for you to understand? 

((Turning another corner he finds himself in front of a pair of elevator doors. Pushing the button he folds his hands in front of him as he waits. The camera still hanging back over his right shoulder...))

Or how can you not see the difference between you splitting your attention between her and myself? And me sharing a few words with another, and then allowing that subject to drop as I moved on to you? Are you really that fucking dense that you can't see the difference? That you haven't noticed your inability to go ten-seconds without dropping a name? Or bringing up a certain aspect of your past?

Hello? Hello?

Do you realize there are people out there actually paying attention? Nodding right along with me? Watching you as you try and dodge every issue that you can't counter? Applauding the way I make you squirm like a worm on a hook, but hey...at least you're trying harder now. Trying to find the bite and presence that I inherited, and you want.

((With a chime the doors slide open, an overweight European in a pair of Speedos steps out and starts to head in the direction that Kyle just came. He felt like saying something, but decided to shake his head instead as he moved it not he unoccupied lift. The camera followed along behind him as Kyle hit a button on his way in, and then finally turned to face the camera...leaning his back against the wall...))

It's that bite and presence that brought me to that first World Championship title match, Aaron. So even before I had the actual title...I've always been recognized as someone to whom it belongs. There wasn't a tournament...there wasn't a lottery...there wasn't a drawing...it was in fact our esteemed owner who made the decision all those months ago that I belonged in that match. Because despite what I may or may not have done in my career I suffocate this place in my presence. Even without that World title...I still decide the ebb and flow of this place.

Think about it for just the briefest of seconds Aaron...it was I that turned my attention to you. It was I that set out the challenge, and dropped your name at the same time. Don't you get it? I wanted a match with you. I knew you would jump at it. Again a demonstration of the control I dictate over this place. It just so happens that what I want...our owner also wants. So he did take from me the ability to make you squirm for a bit longer? But really...he didn't throw a wrench into my plans. He didn't block me from reaching my short term goal. Humiliating you in the ring. And all I need to do to accomplish that is drop you for a three-count.

But why humiliate you I suppose you'll ask? Why do you matter so much to me? Because it's something to do. You do realize that unless I had opened my mouth and said something I would have spent the majority of this tour on the sidelines? Hell, perhaps if we were back in the States I wouldn't feel so compelled to make so much noise, but I'm so God damn bored.

((The camera view bobs a little as we hear a ding followed by the sounds of doors sliding open. Kyle, pushes past the camera into another corridor as he begins to move again. The camera follows just a few feet behind him.))

Before I forget...something you said, and you think we didn't all catch, not an exact quote mind you : "I'm going to beat the Charms one by one, and THEN I'll take you out Frost." So while it is true you could NOT beat me this week and still get your match with her...didn't you, with those words, create a rule for yourself? You don't fight her until you beat us? Or have you already forgotten all about the promises to yourself? Does it not matter anymore Aaron? Your quest to beat us one at a time in the ring? To hell with it right?

So yeah...maybe losing to me won't matter to you as much as it should. But I'll remind you and everyone who's listening...that you made the rule...I just reminded you of it. 

((He rounds a corner to his left, and a moment later the camera man takes the same corner and we're greeted by a rather large hall with windows to our right...sunlight streaming through them...))

And really the last thing here that I want to point out is that while you you don't see me as anything special or original...generic. You've admitted freely, quite recently in fact, that the person you are today is nothing more then a collection of what you feel are the best qualities of those you idolize. You could say...

OOF!

((Rounding the next corner November runs right into another body. He stumbles back a few steps...hitting the camera in the process, before he finally steadies himself and realizes who he's just met up with...))

November: Marcus...

((Kyle, gives a slight nod of his head to his stable mate...his eyes wandering down towards a book laying on the ground at Marcus Collins feet...The tension is thick.))

November: Didn't realize you'd checked in here. What a surprise.

Marcus: "A coincidence to be sure....Interview?"

((Marcus indicates the camera with a nod of his head, and the pointing of his finger at it. November looks back over his shoulder at the camera, as if he forgotten all about it and wasn't reminded until right now that it was there, and then turns back to Collins.))

November: Yeah...well...I mean it was. It isn't anymore.

((Kyle looks more directly at the book down by Marcus' feet.))

November: Interesting reading?

Marcus: "It's my homework."

((He says rather matter of factly as he suddenly grew very quiet and started to smile. He gives Kyle one of those "and now this is where you come in and laugh" looks, but Kyle only crinkles his brow.))

Marcus: "My...home-work...for...next...."

((Collins trails off then dropping into quiet once again. The smile fading from his face. When November speaks next his tone is humorless...))

November: So long as it helps you to do your job correctly...that's all that matters.

((There was a lot of emphasis  on "your". Kyle, wanted to make sure Collins had his priority's straight with this match. He had planned to talk to him later on in the week, but now was as good a time as any. He offered Marcus a half-hearted smile. There was a lot of tension.))

((Collins, replies first with a slight shake of his head, but his eyes never move away from Kyle Lee. Instead his gaze intensifies. November, isn't sure what to make of it...his next words were either going to be laced with anger or importance.))

Marcus: "MY job, is clear on the matter Kyle. Very clear. You, Twilight, and Faith are going to have to understand that. Although I can't for the life of me understand why you don't."

((Kyle, nods his head and offers Marcus a quick wink. The camera behind Kyle wouldn't pick it up, but the camera behind Marcus does.))

November: Oh no I understand. Trust me...I gotcha loud and clear.

((Kyle, presents Marcus with a thumbs up and a knowing grin. He's assuming the wrong thing. He doesn't understand Marcus at all. Doesn't understand that honor runs a little bit deeper in some families.))

((Collins' eyes grow wider, and still Kyle can't read his expression. But he's beginning to understand that they're not on the same page.))

Marcus: "Do you? I'm not going to help you. There's no round about way to say it. I like you. And you don't need me to annoy Faith. Just fucking beat him."

((Kyle's jaw just about drops open at Marcus' comments. He actually straightens a bit as the weight of all Marcus has said to him sinks in. Then finally with a blink he looks back to Collins.))

November: Your priorities are fucked.

((It comes out in that same tone he uses with everyone he considers an enemy. The same tone he'd just been using during his interview.))

((Collins closes his eyes, and bows his head. Kyle, smiles. He'd shown Marcus the error of his ways...or so he thought...the kid has teeth...))

Marcus: "They're all I have...so I tend to keep them."

((Kyle, is taken aback once again, but this time he shows it in a much different way...as a scowl drops across his face, and he takes a step or two until he's right in Collin's face.))

November: Fuck you boy scout. I'm the guy watching your back and you make this call? Fuck you.

((We see Marcus' eyes shoot open just around the side of November's head. There's no give in that gaze. Kyle's hands ball up. He's ready for the worst...))

Marcus: "Fuck me? Watching my back? More like snuck around behind my back with..."

((He let's the sentence die as his eyes flicker up tot he camera over Kyle's shoulder for a second and then back to Kyle.))

Marcus: "As I for you, you've not been touched since I got here. We all watch each other's backs. And we protect eachother. But a match? Well, I make that call because I believe you can win. That and it's a match. If you can't win...then you don't even deserve that. In which case, you're just plain fucked. So, which is it?"

((Kyle just starts to shake his head, and begins to chuckle to himself as he brushes by Collins...bumping shoulders with him. The laugh itself has a mocking undertone. November, speaks to Collins back over his shoulder as he continues on down the hallway...))

November: You're un-fucking-believable hero. Fine then...fine...live by your daddies rule book, and everything will be just fine...OH!

((He stops suddenly a does a slow turn back to Collins.))

November: You're wrong about no one touching me...because you've done a wonderful job of doing that yourself... 

((He begins to shake his head again as he turns and moves further down the hallway. We catch a mutter...))

November: Un-fucking-believable...

((A response doesn't come from Marcus as November continues to move down the hall...still shaking his head. A few more feet down the hall he remembers the camera, and sighs...))

Fuck...turn it off.

((black...))