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 ||The summer heat continues continues to roll through Ottawa. Daily highs of 35 degrees Celsius, which 'cool down' to the mid-twenties at night. At 10:13, temperature at 23 degrees Celsius, Weezle lies underneath his '67 Camaro SS. After a sigh of relief, Weezle slides out from underneath the massive hulk of steel, face and shirt covered in grease and sweat. Weezle gets up off the concrete floor, walks over to a sink, and washes his hands and face with cold water. After splashing his face to cool himself down, he grabs a towel to dry himself off. Then he turns to the camera Ravyn had been setting up as he finished his work on his Camaro and starts to talk, as Ravyn pushes Record and walks away.|| Well well well... Look who made a 'shocking' return! *gasp* Could it be? Look! Up in the air! It's a bird! It's a freak! IT'S EGO-MAN!! Trying to make himself look good and desperately seeking attention!! Well Gigante, you made your little impact, and you're back to siding with the boss. Well, in this case, 'a' boss. ||Weezle pauses for a second, leaning against the wall.|| Yea, you may have been able to call the Blood Brothers the 'greatest tag team' back in the OWF, but only now have I truly figured out how. All those times you fought by Bad Blood's side, doing your damndest to 'protect' the OWF, I thought you were just doing it because you really did care about the future of the OWF. Jesus, how could I have been so wrong! I mean... how could I have not seen it? I figured out who Kujo was, how could I have not figured out why the Blood Brothers were helping Bad Blood? It wasn't to help the OWF, it was to help yourselves! ||Weezle stops for a second, allowing the blood that has rushed to his face in anger to fade away.|| Just give it a little bit of thought... Rook and Ronin help the owner of the company... The man who books all the matches... The man who PAYS the wrestlers! Christ, no wonder it was you two malignant assholes that had the biggest paychecks! THAT was what YOU were after! Not honour... Not pride... No, you just wanted enough money to fuel up your helicopter and fly out to you multi-million-dollar ranch! You used Bad Blood to hold people back to keep yourself on the top. Look what you did to me. A year ago, back in the OWF, I was going places. My first time in a major federation. I won the Infamous Title after only THREE matches! I retired the Blob! I busted my ass and started to work my way up the ranks. And where did those ranks lead to? It lead to.... The International Title. That's right, I was fighting Rook. And not only that, I was making a move for World Title scene. Seeing, you know, as I WAS the World Champion. And who was also on the World Title scene? Yep... Ronin! That's right, you two both had to fight against me. But oh no, we couldn't have that! No! No REAL competition was allowed! So you... You two decided to do something about it. Even after all this time, and all the shit I went through, I can still remember Broken-Heart Broken-Bones like it was yesterday. You two attacked me all... night... long... You two BASTARDS tried to end my life! You tried to KILL me you sonofaBITCH!! You saw that your place at the top was being threatened, and you decided to try to wipe out the threat. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not some booger hanging off the end of your nose that you can wipe off and throw away. No, I came back. But you ruined MY LIFE!! You turned me into a freak! I was talking to trees, potted flowers, bottles of booze, slinkees! Ravyn couldn't stand it anymore, and ran off, going to Evan C. Michaels! ||Weezle walks around the garage for a bit, trying to regain his composure. As he starts to talk again, he keeps pacing around the garage.|| But still... Still you could not get rid of me. Keoki Yamada and I teamed up, forming Destruction. We haunted you guys, week after week, to try take you two down. You two had the upper hand, having more experience as a team, but eventually, we started to click. So again, you found me posing a threat to you. And what did you do? YOU TRIED END MY CAREER!!... AGAIN!! PCW. You beat the shit out of me with a kendo stick. What were you trying to do? Give me a concussion? Make the doctors tell me I had to retire or else face the risk of having a stroke and dying? Were you trying to knock me into a coma? Well you know what you did? You woke me up. You brought me out of my madness, and brought me back to the real world. I suppose I should thank you, but considering it was you that made me crazy in the first place, you can go f*** yourself. ||A little more calmed down, Weezle sits on a stool. After a couple deep breaths, he continues.|| What is it you call yourself? The Cerebral Warrior? Something like that... Well, I like to think that I'm pretty smart too, and I'm smart enough to know that this is the LCW, not Mensa. Titles are decided on your fight, not your SAT scores. And I'm also smart enough to understand some of you actions. Like I said before, you weren't in it for the honour, the pride, or whatever else you told yourself. When the gravy train that was the OWF stopped, you stayed out of the picture. What did the rest of us do? We tried to stay together. CWF... uWf... We tried to keep the legacy alive. And you... sat at home on your ass. Then the EWA opened. As soon as I heard, I signed up. And so did many others. Keoki, Zodiac, X, DeRose, Sniper, Brooze, and many more. And you... sat at home on your ass. Then the PCW opened! Bad Blood was back! Surely you would want to join right away to re-join your money-buddy. But no. While pretty much the entire EWA roster signed up... You sat at home on your ass. And THEN.... Then the LCW came about. While you two said 'To Hell with it all', the rest of us signed up. I was first in line when I heard about it. It didn't matter to me whether we would be in the SkyDome in front of 70.000 people or in the Liqour Dome, in front of 70 people... I was there. I signed a LIFE LONG contract! I was willing to dedicate the REST of my LIFE to the LCW!! And what about you? What about Rook and Ronin? Where were they?? Where they signing life long contracts? Were they shaking off the ring rust to help the LCW become a success? NO! They were sitting at home! The fact is, no matter what you say to yourself, you never helped 'the legacy'. YOU held it back! It was people like ME... Like Zodiac, Brooze, X, Brendan, Sovereign, and so many others that made 'the legacy' what it is today! WE were the ones that sacrificed it all... Wrestling wherever we had to, and in some cases, creating a federation to give the rest of us a place to keep the dream alive. It was you... you sickening cowards... that have been our enemy. All you care about is money. All you care about is yourself. Well, I am glad you are back. I have had a lot of time to get train, to improve myself, so I can face you man-to-pussy in the ring and enjoy the feeling of having blood and skin and hair and teeth from your body strewn all over the ring. ||Jaw clenched in anger, face flushed with blood, Weezle can longer speak, so he shuts off the camcorder.|| ||End|| |
