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 ||Friday, June 12, 1:14 p.m. Keoki Yamada, Weezle, and Ravyn walk into the Holliday Inn hotel in Detroit. Weezle, already hauling his own bags as well as Keoki's, takes Ravyn's bags so she can pick up the hotel keys.|| Weezle... I can take some of those bags. ||Struggling to balance himself out, Weezle grunts while trying to get his momentum going before answering Keoki.|| NO... No... Doctor said you should rest your knee. ||Just as Keoki is about to take some bags, Ravyn come back and grabs her bags from Weezle's overloaded shoulders.|| Alright... Keoki, you're in 324, and we're in 322. That way if you need any help or anything, we're right next door. ||Feeling angry and helpless, Keoki lashes out.|| I DO NOT NEED ANY HELP!! ||As everyone in the lobby looks at Keoki, Keoki ignores them and stares down Weezle.|| Look... I know how you fe-- NO! That is the thing... You do NOT know how it feels! You have never been told not to wrestle! You have never been forced to stop doing what you love! I could kill the doctor that gave those orders... ||Now by the elevator bay, Weezle and Ravyn look at each other as the elevator makes its way to the lobby.|| Keoki... What?! ...I asked the doctor to keep you out of the ring. ||Keoki, shocked, looks at Weezle with a feeling of betrayal.|| ...How... How could you? You think I wanted to?! You think I wanted to keep my best friend out of the ring?! Keoki, it hurt me to watch that match. You proved you're one tough bastard, but I don't want you to be forced into retirement because you wouldn't take a couple weeks off! Besides... It's not like you'll have to stay at home. You can act as my manager until you're all healed up. ||As the two were talking, the elevator had come. As Ravyn stands inside, holding the doors open, Weezle looks into Keoki's eyes.|| Keoki... I don't want you to get hurt. Man... I care about you... *sob* And I don't know what I'd do without you *sniffle* ||Shocked and not sure how to react, Keoki winds up and drills Weezle in the face, causing Weezle to burst out laughing.|| Sorry... sorry... That stupid chick flick on the airplane must be rotting my brain. ||Moving into the elevator, Keoki gives Weezle a shove.|| Haha. So funny. ||After their short jaunt in the elevator, the three get out, as Weezle presses all the buttons.|| Hehehe... So Mike Sinister has finally come aboard? Yep. We got to talking, and realized we both had the same problems. A) The owners have been screwing with us B) Biohazard have been royal pains, and C) Rook and Ronin needed to be knocked around a bit for what they have done. So, after a bit of chit-chat, he agreed to join Destruction. He is a true warrior. One of the few real renegades left. His addition fits in quite nicely. ||As they approach their rooms, Keoki takes his bags and hobbles into his room. Once Weezle gets all of his stuff into his room, he goes over to Keoki's room.|| So you'll be there Tuesday, right? Hmmm... Let's see... My tag team partner is in a match against two men I despise and wish great bodily harm to... MMMMmmmmaybe I'll show up. Har har. So what happened on Tuesday? Big Bad Red defeated you. Yea... My bad. I should have paid more attention to him. But everytime I saw Ronin, the back of my brain forced me to keep an eye on him. Big Red took advantage of my stupidity. It wasn't a fluke win... That guy is is tough, but I could have had it if I paid more attention. Weezle-san... How many times will it take for you to learn to keep your eye on what you are doing? First you get in a fender-bender because you were sneaking a peak into a strip club, and now you lose a match because of Ronin. Yea... well... Serenity was there! I HAD to take a look!! The best thing to do now is to forget about it and concentrate on the tag team match. Focusing in your next match is more important than groveling about your previous. *sigh* Yea... You're right. Well, I better go unpack my stuff. You need a hand or anything, just holler. Will do. ||The two do a homey-style hand shake before Weezle leaves.|| ||End|| |
