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 ||The two comrades walk into their gym. As Weezle picks up a magazine from the floor and heads over to his chair, Keoki goes into the back to change. Weezle flips through the pages of Wrestling Resource, lowers it to his lap, and shouts at Keoki who is still in the locker room.|| Hey Keoki! What?! I thought I should let you know something. What?! You have to quit! ...What?! I said you have to QUIT!! ...Why? You're washed up! ||Keoki comes charging out of the locker room, crumpled folding chair cocked over his head.|| Whoa whoa WHOA! What did you say? I said 'Whoa whoa WHOA!' ||Keoki swings the chair at Weezle, but Weezle dodges it and starts to laugh.|| You find this amusing? Actually... yes. ||Keoki takes another swing, but Weezle is unable to dodge it completely, and takes the shot on his back.|| SHIIIIiiiiiii!! Well, you deserve it! Jesus Christ! For what?! You said I should quit! ||Weezle laughs again before going on.|| Heh, it was a joke... sorta. The writers for Wrestling Resource say that you are a washed up, drunken bum. Hmph. ||Keoki sets the chair down and starts breathing heavily as vein start to pop out from his forehead.|| Drunk? Maybe after the show. Washed up? That's what they said before. A bum? I've worked my ass off my whole life to get where I am. I am no 'bum'. I am a man that sacrifices my body to inflict pain on others. And Weezle-san... sorry about the chair shot. Hey, don't worry about it. I need to get my reflexes back, 'cause I'm probably gonna face a couple shots during the match. Well in that case... ||Keoki picks the chair back up, but before he can swing it at Weezle, Weezle kicks it out of his hands.|| OOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!! Looks like Weezle caught the bum napping! ||As Weezle does a showboat dance, Keoki nails Weezle in the face with a vicious kick, sending Weezle to the floor.|| I told you... I am no bum! ||Keoki, clearly gloating, helps Weezle to his feet. Weezle rubs his jaw, and tries to punch Keoki, but Keoki deflects the punch and stops his own fist less than an inch from Weezle's nose.|| ...Uh... huh... ||Keoki chuckles and pulls his fist away.|| So, why were you late? It took a while to get here. Man, the shop is ten minutes away from here! It took you almost an hour! I had an errand to run. What?! You're picking up f***ing groceries in my Camaro?! ...Who said I picked up groceries? ||Weezle finally catches on to what Keoki was doing.|| ...There damn well better not be any stains in my car! Do not worry... Everything is good! Alright... alright. And watch the tire-squealing. The cops are up here all the time. ||With a sly grin on his face, Keoki looks away from Weezle.|| Ok. Do not worry. Now, where is the camcorder? I have some words for our match. Cripes, man! Brendan said the tapes had to be in already! Well then, I guess he'll have to put off rump-humping X's old lady for an evening. ...Whatever... ||Weezle goes over to the corner where the camcorder is kept. While Weezle takes the cover off, brings it over and sets it up, Keoki continues on about Brendan.|| If anyone is going to waste some of his time, I will be glad if it is me. After all, it is probably because of me that he is an owner now and not an active wrestler. After our match in the PCW, he is probably too afraid to wrestle anymore. And who can blame him? Would you not be afraid to fight after facing me? ||Weezle sets the tripod down for a moment, thinks to himself, chuckles, and answers.|| Mmmm... Nope! Like I'd let a 'bum' scare me! *muttering* sukofeignmi... I'm sorry... what did you say? Just turn the camcorder on. ||Weezle does as he is told, and after positioning the camcorder, gives Keoki a signal that he can start.|| As I stand before these crossroads with my brother Weezle, I see uncertainty, and doubt. And in some ways, I see fear and anger. Two times Destruction was poised for greatness, and two times was the proverbial rug yanked from us, due to front office politics. You thought that the Raging Demon and Weezle were angry before, think again. At the table, ladders, and chair match, Destruction will bring violence to a new level. Just like in the great novel "A Clock Work Orange", we shall pave a way of ultra violence. While I have slept, my ancestors came to me in my dreams. Through their infinite wisdom, I was able to "create" moves that will take my... ||Keoki pauses to look over to Weezle.|| ...our team to new heights. Like the great Kamikazes that raged through the skies during World War II, so shall Yamada. With the pleasantries aside, there is a few things I would like to address. Brooze-san, although it is pleasant to see that old age and alcoholism has not dulled your senses, I am dismayed at the fact that you still attempt to annoy me. I have beaten in a "fair" manner, yet you still whine about it, like a boy losing his puppy. Damn!!! I can not wait to feel your body as it crashes through wood, I can not wait to revel when I hear the smack of metal as it means your pain racked body. And what would be complete without giving my thoughts about Diamond Dream? Traitors live a dangerous life, and Dream-san, yours is about to end. During the the PCW shakedown, we needed to remain strong, to remain unified, and what did you do? You abandoned LAW. Now, you chose to fight your comrades, the ones that stood by you offering their help. Well, soon you will find that the hand that offered assistance, offered a congratulatory pat on the back, will be the same hand that will split your face open, or will swing a steel chair crashing on to your body. No longer will Destruction be f***ed around with like the cheap whores battling in the LCW. No, finally Destruction will have the opportunity it deserves to set its mark on the world. Finally Destruction will breed through the streets. Finally... Destruction will be able to cause the destruction it has set out to do. ||Keoki holds a still pause for a few seconds.|| Done. Okey-doke. ||Weezle turns the camcorder off, puts the lens cap back on, and packs it back up.|| You ready to do some trainging now? I think I have proved that I am more than ready for battle... if you are any means of measurement for the competition we will face. HaHA! Funny man. Ok, seriously. I am itching to get some ring action. I need to prepare myself to be in the finest physical form. And I have some moves I want to show you. Well then, let's get at 'er! ||Weezle and Keoki climb into the ring, do some light stretching, and then Keoki starts talking to Weezle.|| Weezle-san... Yea? Would you like to freshen up your wrestling artillery? ...Yea, new fed, new beginnings. I was hoping you would say that. First, The Mole. While it is an effective move, a fresh start deserves a fresh move. AwwwwwWWWW!!! But I love that name! Okay... okay... you can keep the name. But a new move. Okay? Ritey-o. Alright. Here it is. Pay attention. ||Keoki walks up to Weezle and lifts up Weezle's right arm Keoki puts his right arm over Weezle's left shoulder. Next Keoki lifts Weezle up, twirls him around 360 degrees, and plants Weezle onto the canvas.|| There. Did you get that? Owww! That hella hurt! Good! Now do it to me! ||Weezle gets up, follows the same steps Keoki just went through, and firmly plants Keoki into the ring.|| *rubbing head* Very good... very good... Well, I have an excellent instructor. Enough chit-chat. On to the next move. The Weezleplex is just not cutting it. You need something more ferocious! Let me show you. ||Keoki again walks up to Weezle. This time Keoki sets Weezle up for a pumphandle-slam, but halfway through drifts into a t-bone tazplex. Weezle's body bounces off the mat, and after a quick breather, Weezle uses the ropes to get himself up.|| Get up, bum! Bastard... Good move, is it not? My turn now, bitch. Heh, give it your best. ||Keoki holds his arms open, inviting Weezle to attempt the move. Weezle again follows Keoki's lead, suplexing Keoki with a thunderous force. Keoki rolls onto his hands and knees, and then proceeds to stand up.|| I never realized you could learn so quickly. I've picked up some of your habbits. Yes, that is something I am happy to see. Weezle-san, you are now ready to fully destroy anyone in your way. Do not let size or shape get in your way. I see in you a great warrior... and I will help bring that fighting spirit out, and make you the next Genghis Khan. I'd like that. Yes, so would I. Now that you have learned some new moves, I think it only appropriate to 'scrimmage', to make sure you really know what you are doing. There are some more tricks up my sleeve which I would also like to show you. ||Weezle looks at Keoki, then raises his left hand up in the air and rings a make-believe bell.|| Ding-Ding. ||The two men tie up, with Keoki getting a the advantage and throwing down Weezle. Keoki hops up to the top rope, and nails Weezle with a moonsault before he can get up. Keoki and Weezle both get to their feet.....|| |
