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As the scene fades in, you can hear the clang of an aluminum bat against a baseball, screams of parents, and the screams of children. Before the camera comes in full focus, you have already realized you are at a little league game. The camera pans across the bleachers. On the bleachers at the far end, at the top, away from all the parents yapping about work, the weather, and how there son is going to sign a $250 million contract someday, is Weezle. The cameraman gets to the bleachers, and starts to walk up to the top. Ya know...this is great. These kids play cause they love it. Look at them. Eight..nine years old, unaware of what could happen to them. See that kid in left field? Someday, he could become the highest paid athlete in history. See that kid on second base? He could become a junkie, getting by on welfare checks and halfway houses. No one knows. On that last note about poor and dirty, lets have a little chat about Kid Kaos. Now, where should I start? First, I'll go back to the comments you made right before the tag match last week. You said you gave up drinking and smoking. Good for you. I mean, not every guy could by held on such a tight leash as your bitch Charisma has you on. Some of the parents look over at Weezle, and he realizes that he is talking loud enough to be heard by everyone. So, he gets up and leaves. As he walks away from the bleachers and heads to the parking lot, some of the kids shout 'Get 'em Weezle', 'Kick his ass!'. Weezle keeps walking. He walks past all of the cars, and as he gets to a secluded part of the parking lot, you see a very shiny, very unfamiliar car. Like it? Took quite a bit of begging to get this car. It's a Buick Blackhawk. Over four-hundred horses under that beautifully curved hood. But that's not why we're here. Weezle and the cameraman get in the burgundy car, and Weezle turns the key. Weezle roars out of the parking lot and starts driving down the quiet back road. Now, back to Kaos. You remind me of another pompously arrogant bastard-child, X. You know I could've sworn they were just repeating his little spot when you were talking about how it's a "God Given Fact" that you'll be me. Hmph. I believe X thought that, and I proceeded to pound his ass into the ring until Blood saved him. Which begs the question; who's gonna save your ass? You also said I'm on a power trip, and how I can't be beat with my title wrapped around my waist, or somethin' like that. I wasn't really paying attention. Your voice is kinda nasaly, so I left to grab a beer. Anyway, I know I can be beat. I have been beaten, and I will be beaten in the future, but I will use every last bit of strength in my body to prevent you from beating me. I will use every ounce of energy, focus it on you, and let all Hell break loose. I'm going to rip into you like your woman rips through a buffet. No strategy? I suggest you find one, and I don't think you can get them in Kinder Surprise. I've got a strategy, and I'm going to manipulate it and modify it to whatever half-assed attempt you bring to the ring. Weezle stops the car at the side of the road, only a few metres away from his house. Well, I'm done for know. Hmm, I guess your car is still at the ball park. Well, ummmmm....see ya. Weezle forces the cameraman out of the car pulls into his laneway. He motions to the cameraman which way he should go to get back to the ball park, and heads into his house. The cameraman turns around, starts walking, and starts shutting off his camera, which captures some of his comments. Stupid punk, thinks he's all that, I aughta.... |
