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 ||3:45 pm. Downtown Ottawa. A local, independant blues band plays at the Ottawa Bluesfest. A few hundred people are watching. Friends and family of the band. Record executives checking their watch to see when the next mediocre band comes one that might be able to score them a commission. Drunks that can't walk far enough to leave. Nearby is the Liqour Dome (OOC - Yes, it's a real place!). Inside, patrons can hear the strained music from the open doors. Weezle sits at the bar, finishing off a pint. He gets a message that someone is at the door, so he throws back the rest of his beer and heads out.|| ||Upon leaving the Liqour Dome, Weezle spots an LCW cameraman. Weezle knows what he wants. Afterall, cameramen don't just show up with a camera for a pint, do they? After getting the signal to start, Weezle walks and talks. As he does so, children jump in the background, trying to get a moment of glory, while middle-aged women shy away, not wanting to be seen on television with messed up hair or without perfect make-up. Weezle just walks and talks, though, only paying attention to the cameraman and his own thoughts... And traffic. Weezle doesn't want to get run over crossing the street without looking, for the purpose of a promo.|| So... It seems that I have not talked too much about the 'issue' at hand. That issue is, of course, Big Red. My opponent at Breakdown for the number one contender for the Canadian Title. Well Baby Ronin, I have not forgotten about you, but yes... I have not paid as much attention to you as I probably should have. No, I'm not underestimating you. Geez... After what has gone down these last couple of weeks, there is no way I could underestimate you. Yea, at first I might have underestimated you. But as I started to taste my own blood, I thought to myself, 'Oh shit! This guy is for real!' So now I know what to expect. Not to say I know all of your moves and have been studying your tapes... Because I don't... And I haven't. My mind has been... a little preoccupied. You're probably still a little hung up on that 'Baby Ronin' comment. Just a little similarity I picked up. Ronin wanted to 'send me a message' by blowing up my rental car. The message, I guess, was don't mess with me or I'll take out my anger and impotence on someone else. You, and the rest of Biohazard, wanted to 'send me a message' by attacking some of LCW's announcers. The message, my best guess was, was that Destruction should not mess with Biohazard, or else you will beat up on scrawny, untrained men. Both 'messages' involve me laughing my ass off as you guys make asses out of yourselves. ||Weezle chuckles to himself, and as he waits at an intersection for the light to turn, thinks of what next to say.|| Oh Ronin... How I enjoyed your *rolls eyes* 'thrilling' history lesson. Jefferson... yes... didn't he rape his slave? Leaving her knocked up with his bastard? Yea... I'm sure he's the one. Great prez. At least Billy-Bob didn't impregnate Monica. I'd probably think of something witty to say about the rest of your lesson, but all I could think of when I was watching it was, 'BOOOORiiiiing! YAWN-yawn!' I'm done with high school, and you don't appear to have the necessary qualifications to give an unbiased opinion. Pro-America 101 does not appeal to me. Not to say he wasn't a good guy, afterall the Declaration of Independance was good and all, but the guy had his faults... Don't cover those up for the sake of making a special coin or statue. So I flipped the channel to find Ricki Lake holding a contest for overweight models. Now THAT was interesting! If I was the talent-guy, I would have definitely given the contract to Ricki. For a plus-size girl, she got it goin' on! ||Weezle stops himself and tries to get back on track.|| Anyway... I did happen to catch Ronin call Biohazard... What was it?... Oh yea! "Team Mid-Card." Will someone please flip that record? Side A has a scratch and keeps repeating. Let's see... Rick Carter, Zane, and myself formed... 'Team Extreme' I believe, and were dubbed 'Team Mid-Card.' Then Destruction was dubbed 'Team Mid-Card.' Now Biohazard is about to be dubbed... wait for it... wait for it... 'TEAM ROCK-ON!!' Wait... that doesn't sound right... Oh yea! They're about to be dubbed... 'Team Mid-Card!' Why is it that every group that tries to take on Ronin is immediately threatened with never moving above the mid-card level? Oh yea... Ronin gets down on his knees for the owner. Almost forgot about that. ||Weezle walks quietly for a couple minutes -- don't worry, this will be edited out for tv.|| But I digress... Back to Big Red. I am going to beat you, go to Edge of Apocalypse, win the Canadian Title, and do my country blah blah blah... I know it. You know it. EEEEEveryone knows it. Ronin is going to beat me down. Let's accept it, people. I shot my mouth off, and he's going to get all pissy about it. Hey, it's what I do. I don't try to walk around and not step on anyone's toes. I say what I want to say, and if that means someone is going to get a smidgen upset... so be it. So Ronin, don't try to get all uppity thinking you will 'suprise' me. Or that you'll try to trick me with Rook... or one of your new running-buddies in Dream, X, Soveriegn, or Arn and Sly. I'm not going to be wondering 'if', just when and how bad. Of course, my attention will still be on winning, but seeing as I only have one man to guard my back, and there is the possibilty of the seven of you along with the one-slash-two other members of Biohazard, I am expecting as much interference as those scrambly porn channels on cable. ||As Weezle spots a Second Cup up ahead, he starts to wrap things up.|| So to Red, Ronin, and your little troops... Come Tuesday, I'll be waiting for you. I am not stupid enough to believe that Keoki and I can hold off ten people, but I am certainly going to go down fighting. ||Weezle pauses and smiles into the camera.|| I wouldn't have it any other way. ||Weezle walks into the Second Cup as the screen fades out.|| ||End|| |
