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Without any of the lights or pyro fanfare that his former partner would have used, Lester's theme song Anxiety starts up, as he steps out into the bright lights of the arena... A setting he hasn't seen in a month and a half since the show where he had abandoned a tag team title match.

Getting a mixed reaction from the crowd... Some cheering him for screwing over Jimmy, and some still booing him for his former affiliation... He makes his way down the ramp, clad in his wrestling gear and a Jackthreads T-shirt. He slides in under the bottom rope, gets to his feet, and looks around nervously at the thousands of eyes staring down at him from all sides. This is not going to be a comfortable subject for him. Someone from the outside tosses in a microphone to him, which he tests by coughing into it.

"Well, it's been a while since I've seen all of you. As you've heard, I've spent the last six weeks up at my family's home up on Diomede Island, and unlike all of you, they already know why I did what I did. Which means it's time I went public with this."

He pauses, trying to think of a good place to start. People actually start to boo at this, so he snaps out of it and starts talking again. "I've never been very good at talking in front of large crowds. It's one of the many things that Jimmy Monera's helped me with over the last year and a half that I've been here. So when I got screwed out of last year's Royal Rumble, and my illegal elimination wasn't even shown on TV, he was the one who encouraged me to speak out about it, and make my grievance heard. I came out here, and told the entire post-rumble audience that if I had been treated fairly, I could have won that match. And... Well, that dug us into deeper trouble, as we were almost immediately scheduled to defend our titles against the Dramone Brothers. Not only the man who'd eliminated me, but his twin, the winner of the match. In an over the top rope match.

"Now, since Jimmy had a distinct size disadvantage, he was eliminated very early on, leaving me all alone to put my money where my mouth was against two of the most physically intimidating men in this business. And for those of you who don't remember, I eliminated them both, single-handedly. I had proven to management, to myself, and to the entire world, that I hadn't just been shooting my mouth off. That what I'd said was true. I was... Honestly, I was so proud of myself that I seriously considered finding a local church and confessing my sin of pride."

He stops for a moment, realizes, that he's been gushing, and gets back on track. "Anyway, after the match, Jimmy and Nathalie returned to our hotel room, but I didn't go with them. I stayed behind, and had a long, happy phone-call with my parents. Following this, I went out to grab a few drinks with a few other wrestlers, and only then did I return to our hotel room. And when I got there..."

He pauses, taking a deep breath. "When I got there, I saw my team mates just lying there in the middle of the floor, half-naked. Jimmy was sitting against a bed, and Nathalie had her head resting in his lap. Before I could ask what was going on, I noticed that there was a belt wrapped tightly around Jimmy's right arm, and a needle in his left hand. He looked up at me with glassy, reddened eyes, and told me that if I joined in, then I'd be able to see the angels like they could. I didn't answer. I left the room, came back here, and spent the rest of the night hanging out with some of my friends from the sound crew. I just wanted to forget what I'd seen. And since neither of them have brought it up again, I'm guessing my team mates DID forget about it."

He pauses again, but this time, there's no other noise to fill in the gap. The crowd has fallen mostly silent over what they've just heard.

"I've never caught them in the act since then, but I've seen signs. I know they haven't stopped, but for an entire year, I just ignored it. I didn't want their personal habits to get in the way of our mission, to spread christianity and god's love to the WWF universe. I thought that it didn't matter, as long as our cause was still noble, and our message was still pure. But over the last few months, I've come to realize that it isn't. Jimmy monera doesn't give a s**t about spreading God's love, or saving the lost souls that exist here. He wants you to hate us. He wants you to villify Christianity. That's why he made us dress as offensive stereotypes for Halloween. That's why he made insensitive remarks about that school shooting. It took me a while to figure out why he would do this, but the reason is actually pretty simple."

He holds out his hand, and begins to count off the steps on his fingers. "The more controversy he creates, the more ratings he brings in. The more ratings he brings in, the more he can get payed. The more he gets payed, the better he can afford his alimony payments, and his child support payments, so that he can have money left over for drugs. And there you have it... That's the truth about Jimmy Monera. And it makes me so sick thinking about it, I can't even coexist on the same show as him."

He turns, and faces the nearest camera-man directly. "Jimmy, I gave away our tag titles to give you a wake-up call. And if you don't come out here right now, own up to the truth, and swear to turn your life around, then you'll get an even bigger wake-up call when I go through with our match at the Royal Rumble. Because you know you can't beat me... And when you're tossed out of this company, then maybe, just maybe, it'll put you in a position where you'll HAVE to give up your addiction and take God seriously."

Lester lowers his microphone, and waits for a response.

The eceiver end of the microphone crashes into Lester's head, the sound of the impact echoing across the speaker system of the arena. Caught off guard, Lester grabs at his head, and stumbles back into the ropes behind him.

Lester's eyes are focused on Jimmy as Nathalie Monera climbs up onto the apron, and wraps her arms tightly around his neck. With the ropes between them, he clutches at her forearms, but is unable to move as Jimmy starts to wail on him with his knuckledusters.

After a few shots, Lester's finally able to squeeze Nathlie's arm hard enough to make her let go. He drops down, narrowly avoiding one final punch, and rolls out under the bottom rope.

Just as he's about to go over and check on Nathalie, Lester feels a large object land directly on his back. It slams him forward, gut-first into the barrier, as he comes to the realization that Jimmy Monera has just jumped him. The sudden offensive may have caught him by surprise, but Lester has known Jimmy for a year and a half now. As the smaller man lets go of him, Lester knows one of two things are about to happen... A roundhouse kick, or another shot with the knuckles.

Forcing himself to recover as quickly as possible, Lester turns in time to see Jimmy reeling his ar back, going for another punch. He ducks down, and attempts to shove him away.

Lester lets Jimmy go ahead of him, as he stops by Nathalie's side. He kneels down and places a hand on her shoulder, but before he can ask if she's all right, she glares at him and slaps his hand away.

He stares at her for a moment, and then shakes his head, disappointed. He gets back up, and starts to go after jimmy again.

Lester catches the chair by the sides, grunting a bit from the force his new adversary had been using. Locking eyes with him, he rips the chair out of his hands, quickly adjusts his grip on it, and raises it up in his head to strike...

Until he sees Nathalie Monera jump between them, holding up her arms in a defensive pose, yelling for him to stop. He looks at Jimmy behind her, smirking, as if daring him to strike her down.

Clenching his teeth, Lester turns away, earning himself a chorus of boos from the crowd. He tosses the chair away, and just keeps walking.