[I attempt to get out of bed. I roll out of it and pull myself to my feet. I grab my pants and slip them on. I’m all about low maintenance. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen where my wife sits at the table.]

[She looks up at me as I sit down next to her.]

“Did you sleep good, babe?”

[I stretch out and yawn.]

“Yeah, for the most part.”

“That’s good.”

“Babe, what time is it?”

[She looks down at her watch then looks back up at me.]

“About ten thirty.”

“Oh, okay.”

[I stretch myself out.]

[She stands up and rubs her hand on the back of my neck.]

“Babe, you seem so tense.”

“I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of always being the punching bag. I get a couple of wins here and there but most of the time I’m the proverbial lamb to the slaughter.”

“You’ve been on a winning streak, you should be happy.”

“I’m never happy with anything that I do. Because everyone in this place believes that I’m just a big joke. And you know what, I’m starting to believe them.”

“Don’t believe them, Kyle. Those douche bags don’t know what in the hell they’re talking about.”

“That moron that runs PWA Radio seems to think his shit don’t stink. Maybe I ought to go on that show and give him a piece of my mind. Although, I’m kind of flattered that he’s a fan of me. Even if he’s being sarcastic about the whole situation.”

“It is pretty funny, huh?”

[I start to smile as a laugh escapes my lips.]

“Yeah, I guess it is now that I think about it.”

“Babe, I’ve got to head towards the club for April’s show tonight. I’ll see you there, ok.”

“Ok, love ya.”

“I love you too.”

[She walks away and a few moments later I hear the door close. I raise my head up and look around. I get up and walk back up the stairs to my bedroom. I’m going back to sleep.]

[I plop back down on my bed and fade away into my dream world.]

[A few hours later I wake up to the sound of nothingness. Not that unusual in my case. I get up out of the bed and walk to my bathroom. I grab a hair tie and use it to tie back my hair.]

[I leave the bathroom. I put on my pants and black tank top. I then walk back into the bathroom.]

[I stare into the mirror.]

“This is something I have to do. Not for anybody else, just me.”

[I kneel down in front of the cabinet. I pull out my face paint that I used to wear in the early days of my career. I apply the white base as smooth as I can do it. Then the black to accentuate the white. I look at myself and realize that it’s still like I remember it.]

[I walk out of the bathroom and grab my trench coat. Then I grab my Singapore cane and write a name on it in black magic marker. I then put my coat on and let my hair down.]

[Then I turn on my camera. I stand with my back facing it.]

“You’re not seeing things, it’s really me. I’ve decided to change things up a bit. Is that so wrong.”

[I turn to face the camera cutting the light on in the process.]

“Don’t adjust your TV sets, this is really me. I’m a changed man, and the reason I changed…ha, wouldn’t you love to know.”

[I grin slightly.]

“I know what you people are thinking, ooh the paint’s not that scary. But what you don’t realize is that it’s not about the paint. It’s about the change inside me. The man formerly known as Kyle Stevenson is gone. The only thing that’s the same about me is my name. I exist to my need to self oblige. And this week is that time.”

[I show the cane to the camera.]

“See that name on there. It’s the first name on my list. The current PWA Television Champion, Fire. Now this girl has proven to the world that she can throw down in the ring. But what she’s done outside of the ring, really is none of my business. So I’ll shut up about that.”

[I take the cane away from the lens. I set it down leaning it up against the wall.]

“Fire, despite what you’re going to tell everyone, I pretty much have you covered. Bring up my shitty record, and my lack of being able to win a title match. Please bring all that up. I want you to. Because that’s enough motivation for me to beat the ever loving hell out of you.”

“I know that you think that I’m going to take it easy on you just because you’re a female. Well, you’re dead wrong. Just ask Circa if I took easy on her. I know she beat me but I took her to the outer limits and she barely bested me. Which for you isn’t saying much seeing as you beat some jackass such as Helix. A man who got extremely lucky by beating Oddysey. Then you beat Jacob Collins, a man who when he showed up, bested me. Maybe it’s because I was battling the flu that week, I’m not sure. But Fire, despite the fact that you’re Chamelion’s fuck slave, that won’t save you from losing that piece of gold you’ll have around your waist on Friday. After the match, I may show what a real man can do, if you know what I mean.”

[I smile widely at the camera.]

“Until next time, America.”

[I turn my back to the camera then in one move I cut off the camera sending it to static.]