((Alone this time.))

((His Chicago hotel room is quiet and a bit stuffy. Through the windows, positioned directly behind the focus of this segment, dim sunlight streams in through vertical blinds and dirty windows. Still Kyle Lee's form and the room itself are illuminated well enough, despite the poor lighting, which gives us the rest of the story.))

((A Motel 6 room rented at the last minute, a suitcase on the bed to the left of Lee's position shows both his and hers apparel, and the expression on his face reads boredom most likely due to the absence of the previously mentioned "her". Being alone has started to lose its appeal he realized, but she had something to do, and he didn't much feel like leaving the room. Pre-match jitters... he always gets 'em.))

((Straddling a chair, his arms draped across the back of the seat, and his chin resting upon them he sighs heavily to himself. Starting is always the hardest thing to do... because it always sounds so God damn ridiculous...))

November: Ya know Bryce I just don't know where to begin with you. I mean you tried... you really did try to keep up with me. So you know... thank God you have some skill in the ring because this whole interviewing thing is way beyond you.

For instance when I pointed out that you've taken some time away from the ring... it was to illustrate how God damn stupid you sounded digging into me in regards to my own absence from the ring? So what do you do then? Well the worst thing possible of course.

You try to defend your absences from the ring, and make yourself look worse in the process. Who in the fuck doesn't have a flexible contract in the wide world of wrestling? Who in the fuck can't come and go as they chose? Jesus Christ Bryce... here's a lesson for you. Sometimes it's ok just to drop subjects when you know you can't win the argument. Sure at the time you look bad, but you move on, and people forget the subject was even up for discussion, but to fucking dwell on it? When you knew you were in the wrong?

((He groans and shakes his head... finally dropping his face down to his forearms.))

November: Christ... why do I have to deal with this? Why do I have to be here in front of this camera and point out what everyone in the free world should already pick up on? Why?

((His face comes back up and his eyes blink open. For a moment he just stares at the camera, and then... ))

November: Yeah Bryce... rehab. Otherwise known as rehabilitation. For my arm. My fucking arm that you nearly shattered. Remember sweetheart? Because I guess unlike everyone else in the world of wrestling I'm not a superhero and I do break and bleed. So excuse me for being a human being you stupid sonuvabitch.

And oh yeah...

Just drop the whole God damn Charm thing. I'm so very sorry I ever brought it up because there you go biting down on it like a pit bull and not letting up. It's a moot point, an observation, a warning, and not the basis from which to build your case against me. Try this in the future Bryce... try actually bringing a topic to the table that I didn't begin and that actually holds some relevance to all this. Because from the beginning it was you coming after me, and yet despite that here I am dictating what direction we'll be taking.

So take your torrid history, and all the fond memories it might bring you, and shove it straight up your ass. None of it belongs in this conversation, and so you'll notice how I respectively keep my past neatly tucked away where no one's going to trip over it.

Try again.

((A deep sigh escapes him as he pushes up out of his chair, and starts to head for the window. And hand reaches up to the blinds and carefully pushes them aside. Chicago sucks you know...))

November: So Joshua Roe hails from, Chicago. I beat Joshua Roe, and because others put a certain kind of value on a win over Roe that means I'm God or something right?

((He drops his hand away from the blinds, and they start to sway back and forth gently as he leans into the wall beside the window... his arms crossing his chest.))

November: Well, using Riley logic that all adds up. Because he's the guy who's toting Kevbo's name around like it actually matters, he's the guy that's reminding us that he beat ol Kevbo like a billion times, and he's the guy who's expecting all of us to swallow that bullshit.

Right.

Let me remind you of a simple little fact here T Riley, this is the LWF and so far I've accomplished here what you haven't. If you want to talk about the past and drop names then go see my friend Marcus or speak to Aaron. Those two enjoy that stuff. I don't. I don't see it's significance. Which brings us back to that original topic you so conveniently tried to brush away. Me being dominate in the LWF and acting as its center piece. But of course you, who measures dominance and importance in titles and victories, can't possibly understand how a title less man can be something more then the current World Champion.

It's called a sparkling personality and wit.

You can maybe beat me a thousand times in that ring Riley, but you'll never matter as much as I do. You'll never be as interesting as I am. You'll never have the control over the LWF that I do. And all because you're about as personable as a rock. So you know go ahead and win your titles, beat everyone you can, and in the end my name will still hold more significance and value.

((He frowns a bit and shakes his head. A small snort of humor follows...))

And I do all this without throwing names around, without leaning on some bit of history I have, and without all the success in the ring. I don't need it. All I need is one mic, and for stupid mother fuckers like you to speak so as to illustrate my brilliance. For example...

I had my chance to be The Charm?

Dude, I haven't wanted that for at least two-years now. Or has that bit of trivia slipped your mind, oh encyclopedia of wrestling knowledge? These last several months I've been spouting lie after lie to get the reaction I wanted from Jeff and the Family. And why would I do that you ask? Because it makes life interesting, it makes me interesting, and it keeps me in the spotlight. That's right there is what makes me superior to you Riley. I have the ability to create, and all you can do is get in that ring and wrestle.

Well bravo to you and everyone else on the LWF roster. You'd almost think they're all wrestlers. That they're not all striving for the same thing you are: titles and wins. Oh how fucking original you are. And what a sure fire way to become the dominate entity in this federation.

((A deep breath followed by the roll of his eyes.))

It's your primitive thinking that will forever leave you upstaged by the likes of me and those I associate myself with. We lead... you follow. You "work hard" to get what you want. We place ourselves into whatever scenario suits us. Though to be fair... none of us have asked for anything. It's what we create through our brilliance and genius that gets us to those titles, that gets us in that main event, and still has everyone watching us to see what our next trick might be.

Who's watching you Riley? Who cares what you do? Who's coming after you to knock you down off your high horse? Anyone? No one? 

Nah, you don't have what it takes to be a leader, to give direction and a pulse to this federation, and admittedly I was never looking for that either. But it just kind of fell into my lap one day when I started to look around and notice that everything I do is being watched by others. And that's what those guys you're trying to emulate could do.

And there you are still thinking everyone will be impressed with how many matches and titles you won, and how hard you worked to get there. When in fact I can guarantee you can't recall for me Kevin Merrix's record. Nor how many titles he won. Or how about Shawn Twilight? He's on your list of "one's" isn't he? How bout you tell me his record and how many titles he held? Because that's significant right? 

No, I'll tell you what's significant, the way he conducted himself, and the way he came through when it mattered. Not a fucking title. That WCIWA World Heavyweight Championship never dictated his importance it was him your fucking moron. Just like how I'm telling you right now I control the ebb and flow of this place, and will continue to do so until I step away because I;'m the only one with progressive thought.

((A long sigh...))

November: Roll that around in your empty head for a bit T Riley, and see what kind of new epiphanies you come up with.

((black...))