((Malibu Beach, California. Where the legends are. Today he has an appointment...))

((Sometimes rumors are just rumors, and sometimes the whispers are too inaudible to be heard correctly. Kyle, is starting to believe he's made a grave mistake. With a sno-cone in hand he looks out across the Pacific in a comfortable pair of shorts and t-shirt. The gentle breeze coming off the coast teases his hair and raises his spirits. Why he let them talk him into moving up north is beyond him. Because this here is what truly represents California.))

((If only he hadn't jumped the gun, if only he hadn't tried to quiet someone who obviously didn't need to be quieted, if only he'd ignored Knight...))

November: I apologize...

((The God damn whispers...))

Obviously my information was wrong. Obviously you haven't been trying to get me back in the ring. Obviously what happened back in the LWF isn't on your mind like it isn't on mine. Obviously neither of us have a reason to show up for this match. Obviously you wouldn't want a nobody, never was, wanna-be, to be your final match...

Because then that'd just make you a very sad and pathetic person.

Obviously you hold more resentment for your brother and Darren then you do for me.

Obviously.

((He tips his melting sno-cone to the camera. Good damn Trevor...))

What you have to understand here Bryce is that I've been hearing whispers. Mostly about you and how you've been saying this, that, and the other thing and that you wanted me in the ring. Well to make a long story short I was hearing all of this on pretty much a daily basis and I was starting to get tired of it. I mean there I was, in the suburbs of San Francisco nonetheless, enjoying my early retirement with the ol collar and leash, and day after day I was hearing about all these negative comments coming out of your camp. Well it finally pissed me off enough that I decided to do something about it.

In hindsight I suppose I never should have left my couch.

((He gives the camera a meek smile and then discards the sno-cone. Wasting away like so many careers...))

So... I guess we don't have any business then do we? You seem to have moved right on with your life, and um involving me in the last match of your career? I don't see the point. Now on the other hand if I just kind of caught you off guard, and everything you said in your previous interview was a bunch of bullshit, and you would now like to take this time to share to share with us what I like to call the truth. Then maybe... just maybe you and I really do have a reason to crawl into that ring in a couple of weeks.

Because I'm sure as hell not going to fight your brother's battles for him. I mean if everything you've said is true then Trevor played me like a fiddle and I really should, and will, walk away from all of this with my tail tucked between my legs. Oh, I'll give Ridel his match, but it won't be this one Bryce. Because it doesn't mean anything to either of us, and all it's doing is giving you a send off, and not even a decent send off at that. I mean me? November? Kyle Matthew Lee? As your final match in the ring? Why not Ridel? Why not Trevor? Why not someone who's actually done something with their career? Or in the very least someone who means something to you?

((He pushes hair back away from his face as he turns to look off in the distance. A smile finds its place on hips lips again and he waves.))

I really am sorry about all of this Bryce. I mean really. Here I was all hot and bothered thinking about the opportunity I was about to receive at the PPV when we stepped into that ring together and I got to beat all that hate and hostility you'd been directing my way right out of you. Only to find out I wasn't even on your radar.

Damn.

Well... you got me Bryce and you got me good. Good luck though in finding someone more worthier then I to take that last match against. I hear Silverback's been creeping around, but that's just a rumor and if I've learned nothing else from this experiment it's that rumors can make you look like a real horses ass.

((He shrugs and looks back to the camera.))

I was mislead... and now I'm done. Enjoy retirement. It's a blast.

((black))