((What is that there...what am I looking at? Is that real hate I've invoked? Is that jealousy for a name he wants I see blooming...Is that me pushing the buttons. No, change the story...change it quickly before he turns you to the puppet. Then make him jump through another hoop there, and another here. I'll run with you as far as you want to go...hate me all you want but look at me right here. Look at me not going away...))

((The dream was just a fading memory by the time he was fully awake, but his sheets were soaked through, and his breathing was heavy. He strained in the cool darkness for several minutes trying to recall what it was that had pushed him from slumber, but it never came...just the quiet darkness and his breathing. So he'd pushed himself out of bed, and headed into the kitchen for some water...Just a short trip across the font room, boxes still littered the floor...cut open and contents spilling out of them, and he found himself on the cool tile of the kitchen. Grabbing the handle to the refrigerator he pulled it open spilling light across the kitchen...empty for the most part except a half-empty box of pizza, and bottled water. He snagged one up, and pressed it to his forehead as he let the fridge close behind him...))

((He turned from the fridge and started to move out of the kitchen...the bottle of water still pressed to his forehead...He stopped just at the edge of the counter separating the kitchen from the living room, and dropped a hand down on a black controller laying there...A punch of the small red button in the upper right hand corner, and the television came to life on the far side of the room...The light from the television shot out pushing the shadows back, and bathing the room in a comfortable blue glow...He knew before even turning it on which channel he was on...he pulled his hand away from the remote, and finally popped the top of his water...))

((...))

((A few hours later a call had been made, and a shoot set up for the next morning. Though he didn't want to sleep...didn't want to give his mind time to process the words that were carelessly tossed in his direction. He just wanted to do something different and react, and so he had pulled out the small Camcorder that he'd packed away...found a tape to record on, slapped a robe on, and moved himself out to the front porch...))

((His hair was a mess, and he could feel the bags under his eyes weighing them down...again he almost stopped himself, but he was already starting to feel more awake. He yawned as he set the Camcorder up on a nearby ledge, and pulled the lens back as far as it would go...He took a moment to look away from the camera at the evening sky. He yawned again, and finally flicked the camera to life...))

((The blur on the screen pulls back, slowly coming into focus to reveal his recognizable features...his icy blue eyes the most apparent, followed by dark hair laying matted to his head, and a strong jaw line...At this hour there's a bit of shadow hanging around that same jaw. He yawns again...))

November: -yawn- It's funny Angel...funny how you can say so much, yet not one intelligent line manages to slip through those lips. Well at least not in my general direction. No the only thing you could through in my general direction was that my Family chooses to rub its history in this communities face, and that's funny because for all the rubbing we do all of you still seem to get the story wrong.

Am I this guy's son...am I that guys son? Am I an outcast? Am I accepted? Do I love 21? Do I hate hypocrites?

Here I'll answer that last one for you because  it doesn't deal with my life outside of wrestling that you've all grown so tired of...Kind of like how you keep force feeding us your life? Your woes? Your heartbreak? Uh, oh...let me guess you've heard all this before right? Yeah, I know you have, but I also know your a smart cookie and you can see the hypocrite in you shining through now. Come on look at it right there. Your rubbing every facet of your life and your history in my face right now Angel. Come on you see it right? You're the Undisputed Champion...You're the this...the that...Hey, I'm just a wrestler trying to make a name for himself, because I haven't earned the ego you're obviously allowed to swing around...Well you and all of your friends here in the VFS...

Hypocrite. 

((His tone is dry...dead, but his eyes are awake again, and he's seemingly become more alert with each phrase...each word. He knows he should stop...knows he's letting his words get to him...letting his words dig too deep, but he can't...in fact he doesn't want to.,,))

That's a funny thing there isn't it? The corruption you speak of in every corner of the AOWF that works against you...is right here in the VFS...only this time it's in your corner...and its dropping its prestige all over your friends. That's funny now isn't it Angel? Double standards? Do double standards allow you to whine and cry because you're not praised by every wrestler on the AOWF roster? Do double standards give you the right to place yourself on that very same pedestal that your counterparts in the M.o.A have placed themselves upon? Is that it now Angel? Is this your little corner of the world now and you speak for the president now? You speak for the VFS roster now? You speak for everyone whose name doesn't rhyme with Klye Matthew Lee?

Yeah, that's it right there...and I suppose most men would run away...scared of a federation where they're the outcast...scared of the corruption that will always hold them down...

But then most men are idiots...because once I'm in the ring...I'm the only person that can hold me down. Go back and listen to Dead Air Dave again Angel...because you still think this is some game. That by getting down on my knees I can magically win a match...that by having a history I can move the heavens and the Earth...Do you not understand that none of that matters? Your history? My history? Sirus' history...none of it matters because it's what we do in that ring that decides who and what we'll be. 

In the ring.

It's an easy concept to understand Angel...we're paid to fight, and then paid even more when we win. But you know come to think of it....If corruption and deceit is so rampant in the AOWF outside of the VFS, and everyone hates you so much...how in the hell did you end up with that AOWF Undisputed Title? A title that you placed very little worth on until you had it, and then suddenly it became some major achievement...For no other reason then Drake didn't win it...

Fucking great...you pretend as if I'm best buds with Drake...you pretend as if I spend my days bumming around town with Joshua Roe...Have you ever listened to me? Or is that the new thing? Just make up what you need to fit the situation? I'm trying to be more then either of them, and I'm doing it my own way, but you wouldn't see that way because all you see from me is an apparent ego and an association with the Lee family. And all I see in you is a bitter kid that hasn't lived life long enough to get over himself.  

((I could go on forever I think...I think I could speak until the tape ran out because I have that much to say...that much to rant about. That much to confess. After tonight they won't be able to stand me...won't be able to stomach me in their presence...because I'm starting to hate all of them now.))

You know...I'm not looking for a single one of you to like me. I'm not looking for a single one of you to extend the olive branch of peace. In fact I'm not even looking for a single one of you to respect me. Sure I came out here, and tried to be the good guy...tried to respect everyone. Tried to learn from those who'd been in this sport far longer then I have, and have done far more for this community then I guess I ever will.

I tried.

Looks like I failed miserably. And that's fine. It works out best when I don't have to worry about hurting someone's feelings. When I can make them feel an inch tall, and not regret the insults I was tossing around...because now all I'm looking for is a ring to wrestle in until this place goes belly up. Because so far everything I've seen of your life has been a miserable failure. Love, stables, friends, and business ventures...all of it has crumbled down around you.

Yet, here I am, and here I'll be to the bitter end. Because I signed a contract...because I can live with not being the center of the world...because I work best when I am hated. It gives me a little motivation, gives me that extra edge I need to be awake at this time of the night in front of this camera responding to your bull shit. 

((He pushes up off his hind quarters and we're left with only a shot of his knees...His voice sweeps down to us from above and it's grown bitter...So tired of playing this part. So tired of worrying about their opinions. I was them five-years ago...))

That's you Angel...bull shit. Your whole life is bullshit...from one month to the next you're someone else...someone different. New last name...new flavor of the week on your right arm. Two-years ago you were bumming around in goth federations where promos were showered with special effects, glitz, and glamour...You know what I'm talking about slick. Yet, there you are playing the part of concerned citizen because of what you saw in the UW...I've seen far worse in some of the places you've stumbled through. It's amazing what I know isn't it? 

I'm ready to play now Angel...I'm ready to shoot this puck back and forth until you crack. I have my camera...I have a voice, and I'm not ashamed to waste every breathe I have on you. Hell, I'm not even ashamed to admit that you got to me...congrats you did what you set out to do.

This is just about you and I now Angel...don't even worry about me asking for a title shot...don't even worry about me asking for a match. When you want it...you got it...that's your call he-man. I'd never begin to even try and hinder the direction of your career by forcing you to step down and face me in the ring...I know I'm not at your level, but hey...I'll make sure I'll always have something to say to you hypocrite...

Now...lets see if you can really hurt my feelings again, and this time make it so bad that I want to ignore you...

Baby. 

((A brief pause...the camera view jiggles a bit...black.))