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 ||Having finished his workout, and showered directly afterwards, Weezle now finds himself back in his den, sitting on the couch, watching "Family Guy" reruns and drinking iced tea.|| ||After a couple minutes, Ravyn comes in with a small tray. As Ravyn gives Weezle his lunch, a bowl of chicken soup with crackers and a slice of cherry pie. Weezle sets the tray on his coffee table instead of eating it right away, causing Ravyn to look at him and wonder what he is doing.|| ||Weezle walks over to the television and opens up a draw from the tv cabinet. Weezle then pulls out a tape from a neatly cataloqued collection. The tape is labelled "LCW Breakdown #2 18/06/02". Weezle pops the tape in and starts to fast forward. As Weezle sits back down and picks up his tray, he grabs the VCR remote and sits still, not even acknowledging Ravyn's pressence, and finally hits the play button. As the tape plays at a normal speed, Sniper can be seen walking down the aisle. Weezle watches the match with a fixed stare, seemingly forgetting about his food.|| Aren't you going to eat that? ||Ravyn's question falls on deaf ears, as Weezle is following Sniper around the ring with his eyes, trying to pick up on his movements. While some wrestlers watch the same tape over and over, making observations and writing them on paper, Weezle just watches the tape very carefully, watching only the parts he wants to study, and makes meticoulus mental notes. Afterall, you cannot stop a match to pull out a Cheat Sheet.|| ...Well? ||Weezle smiles a bit as he watches Sniper deliver a "text book dropkick" on Mike Sinister.|| Do you know how much time I spent on that? ||Weezle still does not even give the slightest motion that he has heard anything Ravyn has said. Instead he watches, and winces, as Sniper nails Sinister with a reverse DDT from the top rope.|| I mean really... I had to empty the can... Add water... Stir!... You don't appreciate all the hard work I do around here! ||Shaking his head, Weezle finally recognizes Ravyn's pressence. He pauses the tape, turning his head to face Ravyn.|| I'm sorry... were you saying something? ||Ravyn stares back at Weezle, then gets up and storms out of the room.|| What?! Was it something I said?!? ||Ravyn keeps walking, but puts her hand behind her back to give Weezle the finger.|| pshh... Women... ||Weezle goes back to his video, unpausing it and laughing as Sniper slams Sinister's face into the announce table.|| ||As the match ends, Weezle shakes his head, feeling sorry for Sniper's loss.|| Damnit... it would have been nice to fight for the Canadian Title. ||Weezle continues to watch some more of the tape, and starts to eat his soup.|| Damnit! It's not hot! Stupid Ravyn can't even cook soup... ||Eventually, just as Weezle finishes eating, the tape gets to the Destruction v Jack Brooze match. Weezle watches the screen like he is in some sort of trance, mesmerized by his movements. Then, as Biohazard comes down to the ring, and angry scowl falls over Weezle's face, at the same time turning it a deep shade of red. With nostrils flaring, Weezle watches Big Red, Y2Krj, and Judas Priest beat down on him and take off, before Destruction had a chance to fight back. Weezle shuts the VCR off as Brooze makes the cover, and has to restrain himself from hurling the VCR remote against the wall.|| GOD....DAMN......PUSSIES!!! ||Weezle gets up, paces around the room a bit, then walks over to the telephone. Weezle picks up the phone and presses "1" on the speed-dial.|| What the hell is going on?! ||A suprised Keoki Yamada answers the phone.|| Ummm... what are you doing at my mother's house? Your mother? I have not even seen her. Why would I be at her house? ...Because I just called her... ||Keoki, after a few moments of trying to figure out what is going on, realizes what has happened.|| Ah, I see what is going on. I called you, but you picked the phone up just before it rang, and hit the speed-dial. Ah... I see... Anyway, why are you calling me? Because I am almost there. I am at Tim Horton's. Really?! Yes. Why? ||Keoki has obviously not picked up on Weezle's sarcasm, causing Weezle to laugh.|| Well, Keoki, there are 2,000 Tim Horton's across Canada... So you will have to be more specific than that. I see... Ok, well, there is a big clock... A lot of Ford trucks... and a lot of Focuses. How about that? Keoki... Yes? Shut the f*** up and get over here, alright? *grumbling* Ok. I will hit the road as soon as I get my Sugar Twist and tea, okay Weezle-san? Ok. See you in a bit. Hopefully. Hopefully? What do y-- oh... Ok. Bye. ||Keoki hangs up as Weezle shakes his head.|| ||End|| |
