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The scene opens to a calm Pearson International Airport in Ottawa. Weezle is waiting at the luggage terminal for his bags, and after a few minutes, they come out. He grabs his bags and heads to a Tim Horton's, to get a coffee. It's almost 3:00 am, and Weezle looks spent. He walks up to the Tim Horton's, and as the lady comes out to serve him, he tries not to gag. The lady is old, and quite saggy. She looks she really hates her job, and instead of a 'Hi, can I take your order?', she looks at Weezle and says 'What the hell do you want?' I'll have a medium Cafe Mocha, and a sugar twist. The grumpy lady takes her time, but eventually Weezle gets his coffee and donut. Weezle walks over to a bench and takes out his laptop. He turns it on and starts to type, when his cell phone rings. Hello? Hey, this is Matt. I wanted to ask you some more questions. Okay, fire away. What do you think about what Kujo said about you? Are you going to take any action against him? What, I'm supposed to be angry? The guy's pretty smart, he described me perfectly. Okay, did you want to add anything to what you said about your Infamous match? Yes. AAB, Landers, pack your bags. Ronin, I'm gonna do my damndest to make sure you don't win this title. You see, I bring a certain distinction, a little class to this title. If you wore it, it would lower the Title to the depths of the Bad Blood Title we had a few weeks ago. Weezle, there's been some talk of a new stable emerging, one that is going to try to take some of the power from the Cartel/LAW, and give it back to the wrestlers. What are your thoughts on this? Hmm...that sounds like a very interesting development. Now, I'm sorry, but I've got to pick up my rental car. I'll call you when I get some more free time. Alright, thanks for your time. Weezle turns off his phone and computer, and heads over to the Budget Car Rental outlet. Some drone hands him a key, and mutters 'Silver Grand-Am, somewhere outback.' The guy sticks his hand out for a tip, but Weezle just walks away. |
