((It's just after dawn and the morning sun comes streaming in from the east to touch down upon usually pristine sands. Though on this morning footprints have already disrupted the quietness of the sands. The prints in question brush the edge of the high tide marker, and are spread out in great strides indicating a run. And then a voice over comes in...))

You're right Jeff. I'm not the Fatal Charm... hell I'm not even a Charm. In fact I haven't wanted to be for some time now, but did you see all the attention it got me? It got us? Did you see how me throwing that name around got me that spotlight? Mostly did you notice how I made you jump?

((The camera doesn't waiver in it's pursuit of the footprints. Foot by foot we pas them by only to discover more. For a moment we duck into a long shadow sprawling out across the beach, and just as suddenly we find the sun...))

It was a bet really. A bet to see how long it'd take you to finally break your promise to her and step back into the ring. Or hell maybe there never was a promise. Maybe Elisabeth doesn't even exist. I don't know... and I really don't care either. What I do care about though is the way this little crew I'm a part of tugged and pulled on your strings until you finally took part in our dance. It's kind of a gratifying feeling, and I'm sure if I would have kept tugging we would have seen every one of your family members rise up from the grave and crusade against us. But none of them matter, not really. After all you're the only one with any real stroke in that little Family.

So yeah... I got what I wanted, and now with that we've become nothing more then a group of four wrestlers who enjoy each others company, and aren't too shabby in the ring. No name, no special prestige. Nothing. We're just here to wrestle. The little games we played, the deceit, and the illusions? We're done with them now.

And sadly that leaves a lost of unhappy people. It really does. Because we, our little group, just took the wind out of a lot of people's sails. So many people gunning for the quote/unquote Fatal Charms, and low and behold. We're not them. I refuse to carry on that legacy... that out dated tradition. So now what we're going to do is wrestle. Plain and simple we're going to wrestle and live our lives. And if along the way we build some dynasty for ourselves? Well then I suppose we'll be able to pat ourselves on the back for that accomplishment some time down the road.

Because then at least we would have created something that was ours. That was original.

((Our view finally catches up with a pair of bare feet, neither in frame at the same time, as they spray up sand with each stride. The footage is slowed to three-quarters speed, and gives us an excellent view of well formed calf muscles...))

Of course the word originality is lost on so many people. So is the word subtle. And then some people have such an insane ego they assume every word spoken by me, my crew, and those loosely connected to me are directed at them. Like right now... there are at least three people trying to read into my words and find hidden messages.

Here's a clue.

There is none. 

((The view starts to move further up as it pans back a bit. Powerful arms pump back and forth, a bare back tenses up with every long stride. How many times has he run this beach? How many more times will he? Right now the man in that footage is wishing he'd never picked up the bottle, is wishing he had a better grasp of his emotions, is wishing he'd trained at least a little over the last month and a half...))

So whatever, I'm happy with myself. I'm with someone now that I love... that maybe I can spend the rest of my life with. I have a good friend in Marcus, and I have a feeling if I play my cards right he'd let me call him my best friend, and best man. Or maybe that's going to far?

What's it matter? I don't care. I got what I wanted. You jumped Drake, and in your jump you took Bryce right along with you. Though at least he had a real reason to jump... to hate me. I mean I did kind of hang the guy out to dry. Then again he was kind of a part of that whole abduction and attack on Gabrielle who, if you're keeping track, is my girlfriends half-sister. So you know that little union was never gonna work out. Made my skin crawl just being around the guy.

Talk about pathetic? He's like me from two-years ago only without all the hype. Save the hype and spotlight he shared with me. Because really... who else besides myself and those I stand beside are even the least bit significant? Are "stirring the pot" at all? I'll give you time to think about that one, but really in the end all roads lead back to me.

The thing to look at here is how many people at one point or another have needed us to make themselves worthwhile? Hell... we're just hear wrestling. Never once did we declare a war on anyone. Not once. Oh sure there were the friendly jabs in the direction of the left coast, but really have we needed anyone to make things happen? I mean hell the biggest match this joint has seen was between myself and Marcus Collins.

Again all roads leading back to us.

((Slowly the camera starts to move from behind Kyle, to his profile, and then right in his face. There's a certain amount of intensity there in his dark eyes as he pushes himself harder in his run. It's all slo-mo. Almost hypnotic.))

You Bryce... you I almost feel sorry for because you have no idea what you've just aligned yourself with. Just keep in mind the term "heel turn" and then apply that to everything you know about your new best friends. If that doesn't send you running for the hills... Well then... it'd maybe be a good idea then if you never produced any offspring.

Still... sorry about breaking your heart, but that gave you no right to try and break my arm, and because of that. I'm gonna have to break your fucking neck. Or maybe I'm just kidding and we're really in cahoots. Wink, wink.

Whatever. I'm done. I'm out. 

((He hold for a bit longer on the footage of Kyle Lee moving towards us in long rhythmic strides. He doesn't know it now, but in a little under a year he'll really miss the feel of sand beneath his feet.))

((black...))