((It's been hours now since he turned away from the ring, and walked out on the event, out of the arena, and out into a cool North Carolina evening.))

((He wore still what he had worn earlier that night...a pair of black leather pants that hugged his legs tightly and tapered down into a boot cut...revealing a pair of plain, black, wrestling boots that were broken in just right and didn't pinch at the ankles or toes,...and upon his torso a simple black tank-top. It was maybe Hanes or Fruit of the Loom...he wasn't overly sure at this point, and couldn't even recall when he'd acquired the shirt...))

((Still...the rest of him was the same now as it was before. A body of above average shape, toned but definitely lacking detailed definition. He had strength enough for the sport and was never too concerned with pounding the iron, but what he'd always lacked was enough agility...enough limberness to find those angles and twists to his body that could push him over the top or even out of a pinning situation.))

((He hated his genetic make up...hated his size...hated the target it painted on his forehead...hated, hated, hated...))

((Sitting on the hood of his 99' blue Mustang Convertible, the moonlight overhead highlighting his dark raven hair...he looked up to us under unkempt bangs...Large hands resting on either side of his legs. Behind him a landscape of fields and wide open night sky speckled with bright and brilliant stars...))

((Butterflies.))

November: Sometimes it hurts...the blatant hate that runs through this community for my family, and when I say my family I mean blood...not some loose grouping of like minded individuals with a large chip on their shoulders...Yeah, I have a family on the west coast, and my uncle created a stable...

A stable of his brothers and a few kids with a lot to prove. He brought them all together to hunt down and destroy the man that took my uncles love away from him, forever. So they chased him for years from one place to the next...never stopping...never resting, and when my uncle had had his revenge he and his brothers retired away to the west coast.

So he let's the name continue...he lets the name Charm live on, and because Shawn and Jeff had such a honey coated tongue they now have everyone with something to prove making up assumptions of what The Charm is...and what it should be...They say the moniker the Charm should mean the best of the best...because why? Because Drake said so? Because a radio DJ agrees with him? Are all of you that gullible? You now hate my entire family because of what one man force fed you for the last couple of years.

You could have slapped his hand away...you could have. 

((Kyle tilts his head back a bit...The stars overhead reflecting in his eyes...shimmering in his blue pools of compassion. He'd like to think someone out there understood him...could understand how afraid he was to take that next step and be something more then he was, but he loved his family too much to ever leave it...Still looking up.))

I'll clue everyone in...The Charm...all it means is whoever has that name is the next leader of the Fatal Charms...There ya go. The big secret revealed. It doesn't give us any special powers...doesn't automatically drop a title around around our waists...doesn't do anything except allow us to carry on his name, and decide the direction of The Fatal Charms...Forgive me for loving my uncle...for loving my family and wanting his name to always be foremost in your minds.

So excuse me for talking about my life and what matters to me. Excuse me for feeling passionate about a name that's more of a family heirloom then anything else...and excuse me for not holding my hands to me ears when my family is insulted day in and day out...But I'll be sure my life never becomes an issue again...not to any of you.  

((His icy blue gaze falls back on the camera...a bit sullen and perturbed. A left hand finds its way through his dark hair, pushing it away from his face, and then back tot he hood of the car...The car...a college graduation gift. Something his lack of a career had always given him time for...))

There's a matter of mind reading up in the air...could be. I mean only Cicatriz can tell me how close I was to the mark...so unless everyone else can mind read I suggest you...ya know...shut up, because you don't have a clue in the world as to what I was talking about...Now do you?

((It's the hate pushing down on him...everyone and everything focusing on him and ridiculing him. Maybe he should tell them about the love in his heart that's stabbed through with pain...maybe they'd like him then...He pushes himself off the hood of his car with a little hop and stretches...))

Yeah...X-Stacy...so I'm sure the question there is why? Well honestly because I'd never help someone like you even come close to realizing your dreams of becoming a champion...that and you struck me with the deepest insult when you said I'd make a fine M.o.A member. Remind me to spit in your face the next time I see you...better yet go find Darren Ridel so he can spit in your face for not even knowing your pathetic stables own history...

That reminds me there...something about insults...Yeah Jennelle it wasn't that I said I'd let my actions speak for them self...I said me pinning any one of you would be the deepest insult I could inflict upon any one of you, and if you really think about that one you'd know just how true that is...because hey you all hate me.

((He turns to his left and moves for the drivers side door...the top is down.))

So...I crippled myself just in spite of what you represent, X-Stacy...And it's all personal, trust me on that one. And yeah...congrats to you Angela. Well played.

((He pulls his door open, and swings inside...the camera fades out before the engine is turned over...black.))