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"Eye of the Tiger" blares from a stereo as Weezle works out all alone in a gym. Nearby is Ravyn, talking on a cell phone. As Weezle does some leg curls, he tries to singalong with the music. It's the, eye of the tiger it's the...mumma...of the fight. It's the...nanennanEYEEEEEE!!!.....Of the tiiigerrrr... Would you please stop that? What? The singing. Can't you hear yourself? Maybe. Well...I'm trying to talk here, can you keep it down? Yo, sure thing Adrian. *Sigh* For the last time...I am NOT Adrian! Sorry Apollo. Ay, when we gonna hook back up in da ring? That's it...I'm outta here. Ay...come back Apollo...Ay! As Ravyn leaves she flips Weezle the bird. Ay...there's no need fo that Apollo, no need. Alone now, and having no one to talk to, Weezle talks to himself as he moves over to the free-weights. Huminah huminah...I'm tingly with excitement! ...Or is that jock itch... Ah well, either way, it gonna be great on Tuesday! Zane, well, we tight...we tight. I know he treat me good. Evan, he...ehmm...he...he good. He can handle himself--IN THE RING! AH! I hope he didn't take that the wrong way. TSK. Well, he has his own title, so he must be good. Wait a second! It isn't in honour of him, he just decided to change name of it cause he holds it! BWAH!! ...But on other hand...I could get shot at his title...Maybe he not so bad after all. Zodiac. rrrrRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrr!!! She can put me in a choke-hold! Weezle looks around to make sure no women heard that. Phew. I gotsa reputation to keep. Can't have it look like me stupid. And, I don't want her to hurt me. I gotsta make sure we can all get along on Tuesday. Can't beat the enemy if you tryin' to fight you friend! So, last and least, Anti-Xtreme. Are they some sorta antacid? "Working hard to stop indigestion." Me finds it ironic, seeing as watching them GIVES me indigestion! Ah pish-posh...unless Cartel turn on us, Anit-Xtreme will be...ummm...Anti-Living! HA! *BEEP* *BEEP* Weezle's watch-alarm goes off. Uh-oh...better run. Today big one-hour special of Donkey Kong!! Weezle shoves the stereo into his duffel bag and runs out of the gym, drawing many people's attention as he runs down the street in his workout clothes. |
