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 ||Wednesday, July 17, 2002. 2:30 pm. In one of the private rooms in the Queensway-Carleton Hospital in Ottawa, Ontario, Keoki Yamada lies in his bed. His leg is elevated and heavily bandaged following surgery on his knee, and he is still feeling the effects of the drugs used to put him under from his surgery earlier that morning.|| ||As Keoki surfs through the basic-cable channels, giggling at an ad AB-Pulse belt and Ricki Lake's show, his good friend and tag-team partner Weezle walks into the room. As Keoki sees Weezle come in, he does his best morphine-influenced Ed McMahon impersonation.|| HEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAhahahaha... ||Weezle stands at the foot of Keoki's bed, staring at Keoki.|| Still hopped up on morphine? Hehehe... A little... But I'm good, really, I am fine. Alright. Wish I could say the same for you. You look like shit. ||Weezle has some stubble that hasn't been shaved, the bags under his eyes are partially hidden by his glasses, and his unwashed hair is hidden under his BC Eagles hat.|| Hey! I look like shit because I rushed over here. After the show --which you ran out of-- I flew to Toronto, then jumped on a bus to Ottawa, trying to sleep on the bus, then went home, collapsed in exhaustion, woke up, ate, and ran here ||Keoki looks at the ranting Weezle and blinks a few times.|| The magical midget says that buses are evil. EEEEEEEEEEVIL!! ...BWAH! Heh, sorry. I am just messing with you. I am ok. You sure? Yes. And I saw what happened. Had I known what was to happen, I would have stuck around. No, it's better that you left. I wouldn't want those four bastards to pound on your knee and make things worse. ||Keoki glares at Weezle, feeling that his masculinity is being threatened.|| Look... I know you want to help, but the best way you can do that is to focus on getting your knee back in shape so you can kick the Commando-Boys teeth out. ||Keoki think about what Weezle said before he speaks.|| But would the gummy feeling not increase the pleasure they give to one another? ...Keoki... I did NOT need to hear that. Well I'm just saying, now that they've 'tied the knot'... Hehe... Yea, that was pretty good. So what happened with Sinister? In the span of three weeks, he went from an opponent, to a partner, to an enemy? I'll tell you what happened, Rook and Ronin finally realized just how mind-boggling sucky they are. They can never beat us unless they have a small army --and not the private, super-high-tech-armed one that Ronin houses in the special Army Cellar underneath his Wine Cellar-- behind him. Before he either had LAW or Bad Blood to back him up. But in LCW, who did he have? Did he have LAW? NoooOOOOOooo!! Did he have Bad Blood? NoooooOOOOooooo!! All they had was the Gyrostrato 2000, double A's not included, to give them that extra 'Ooomph!' going into battle. So now, seeing that not only did they not have an army, but that WE were starting to build one, they decided to go out and construct one. And with all the money Ronin has been throwing around, he must have sold off a few of his 347 Hydro-Electric dams he has scattered across the planet to pay for the 'services' of Jake Wylde and Mike Sinister. But I doubt that they will join Rook and Ronin on the ground for a little fun, hehe... ||As Weezle finishes, Keoki turns off the television and turns to Weezle.|| Which brings us to the business with Brendan. ||Weezle, not liking where this is going, lowers his head and looks down at his feet as he talks.|| Yea... about that... What do you mean... 'about that'? What is there to discuss? We-- or should I say, YOU, need to put him in his place. Preferrably with a kick to the teeth. Well... It's just... Just what? Just that it is fun watching him ruin our lives? Fun to watch him laugh about it with his slatern? Fun t-- Come on, lay off him! ||Keoki, stunned, sits in silence. He does not even blink. He just sits perfectly frozen in time, staring down Weezle, until he finally mutters a response, barely moving his lips.|| Are... you... defending him? ||Weezle looks out the window... Looks at the framed prints on the wall... Looks at the fan spinning at the foot of Keoki's bed... Then looks straight into Keoki's eyes.|| Yes. Yes! I am defending him. I think Brendan is not evil, and that maybe, JUST maybe, we were being a little too para-- STOP IT!! ||Following a long, uncomfortable silence, Keoki continues.|| I have not worked as hard as I have to come this far... And watch as a philandering piece of filth constructs the finish to my professional and personal life. I will not allow Brendan to orchestrate my end. Well hold on... How do we even know it was Brendan behind most of this? What if it was Sovereign? What if it was Sovereign that signed that match between you and Ronin? And besides... You wanted a match with Ronin. ||Keoki thinks long and hard before he answers.|| Yes. It is possible that Sovereign signed that match. However, I think we can safely say that it was Brendan that signed the tag-team match last Tuesday. And look what happened there. You canNOT blame Brendan for what happened. There were only four people that knew what was going down, and not one of those apes has the pull to influence Brendan! ||After another awkward stare-down, Keoki throws his arms up in the air and stares out the window.|| I think it would be best if you left. ...Fine. ||Weezle turns around and walks out, as Keoki continues to look out the window. Then, Weezle stops, and walks back to the foot of the bed.|| Here's your f***ing get-well card. ||Weezle tosses an envelope onto Keoki, who stares down at the yellow package but does not open it.|| ||Weezle turns and walks out, this time he does not stop.|| ||End|| |
