((Midday...Greenville, North Carolina...South Haven apartment complex...Another warm day with a comfortable breeze coming out the south...))

((He'd been up since four this morning...and had went out for a little jog when it was still cool out and the night sky was just barely staring to show a hint of sunlight off to the east. He'd found a comfortable rhythm to run with and just let his feet carry him...He kept his breathing shallow as he cut away from the main road and headed across an open field that just seemed to go on forever and ever...))

((Later on, if you asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell you when he finally turned around and made his way back to his complex. Maybe it was when he realized that no matter how far he ran it'd always be different. He wasn't use to it yet...usually these early morning hours meant an empty beach and a quick dip into the Pacific, but now...))

((Now he found himself back in his complex moving through the skeleton of an apartment still to be. His body still covered in a thin sheet of sweat...he raised the bottom of his black muscle shirt to wipe it from his face...a peek of his almost six-pack as he allows his shirt to fall back to his waist, and leans back heavily on a beam... ))

November: I like how you know me better then I know myself, Cicatriz...or was I suppose to resort to that stereotypical stuff there and insult you on some third-grade level...

((He lets out a deep breath through his nose as he tilts his head back a bit to rest upon the same beam as his spine...His arms, strong but un-defined hang loose at his sides...A pair of shorts reveal strong legs. Maybe the only thing on his body that seems a bit more defined...))

They crucify me before they know me...fine that's the way this sport is played out...or so I heard. And I can even accept this dislike of me just because I was born into a family that has factually dominated the AOWF for yeah that many-years. I can accept all of that and a little of this too, but don't even try to pretend like you know me...or that you can second guess what I'm thinking of or what I'm about to say. I'd never pretend that I knew you, him, or her...I'm just here to compete and win...yeah I think I'd like to win...I think that'd help my career just a little bit, don't you?

Yeah well whatever...you can take their opinions and pretend like they're mine, but then you'd just be lying to yourself. Just like I'd be lying to myself if I told you that that title my families been throwing around for the last five-years, doesn't mean anything to me...It means everything to me, and so I have to show them they made a mistake...you won't care about that...no one should care about that. because it's my battle...something I have to do on my own, but yeah...twenty-one cents short, and that's why I'm here now in Greenville... 

((Sometimes if he closes his eyes, and drains his mind enough he can still hear the waves rolling into the shore...It's odd how the beaches in North Carolina have a completely different smell and sound to them...He knows it'll all feel right eventually, but it's just so odd...))

But you're all still waiting for me to turn my head slightly at an angle, grin a wide grin, and proclaim myself the perfect something or other...Or maybe even threaten to break your fucking neck? Yeah that one there seems to disturb people the most, but I've only ever threatened one guy with that action, and lucky him for retreating to his hiding place again...Real lucky him.

So I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm more of a throw back then any of you know. There's something a bit more tangible to who and what I am then you'll find in a thousand catch phrases or s simple arm bar disguised in a name...Like how the color red sends a thousand memories jolting through my mind...or that I can still remember her face on Christmas morning when we were all gathered around the tree...

((He pushes up off the post and takes a few steps to his left, looking down to his feet, and then brushes a hand through his dark almost raven hair...From a side profile he raises his eyes back up to the camera...))

Maybe what bothers me the most is that most people out there just make assumptions about the history that surrounds me and my extended family. How they can't find a significance in my name or Twenty-Ones...yet seem to be experts on who and what we are because they shared a few words with Jeff...yeah, yeah...

I won't waste the breath on Jennelle...because she's just an angry person, and there's no reasoning with her, but you know on the 30th my actions will speak louder then any words I could ever scream...and then the plot and sub-plot she's created in her mind will be shattered into a hundred-pieces. And they'll all wonder why I did what I did, but hell you're all the experts on Charmology right? So I don't imagine the answer will take too long coming to you...

But I'll be sure to let my partner, and apparently the only person I can trust, X-Stacy know what I mean...because she deserves at least that much.   

((Slowly he drops down to his haunches, and picking up a bent nail tosses it off camera...his gaze follows it, and then remains somewhere out there as he continues...))

Tommy...do me a favor, and maybe pay attention to the visuals around you...Or hey just go so far as to pick up my bio...I'm sure it's laying about in the VFS offices somewhere, and well...take note of my hair color. But you know aside from an inability to pay attention to detail I'm sure you'll do fine here...or even there. I mean you have experience on your side, and all I have is a name. Isn't an even playing field at all...

But then again there'd be no point to any of this if I wasn't going out there to be something...as opposed to already being something. Yeah it's all a little confusing right now, but just hold my image up to the mirror and I'm sure it'll all come out right in the end...

Sure.

((He remains in that position, just looking off screen at nothing in particular, as we fade...black.))