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 ||Weezle sits in his rec room, watching a Y2Krj promo on tape.|| At SoD, we, BioHaZard will become the LCW Tag eXtreme Champions. Sure, it'll be a TLC match. In my mind, the letters T, L, and C stand for TOTALLY LACKING CREATIVITY!!! C'mon Destruction, surely you could have come up with a better match than a TLC match. ||Rewind|| In my mind, the letters T, L, and C stand for TOTALLY LACKING CREATIVITY!!! ||Rewind|| T, L, and C ||Rewind|| T, L, and C ||Rewind|| TOTALLY LACKING CREATIVITY!!! ||Fast forward|| Yeah, P&A could have been great. But since the match has already been booked as a TOTALLY LAME & CRAPPY match, I guess that BioHaZard will have to take it. That's all I have to say. ||Rewind|| P&A could have been great. ||Rewind|| P&A ||Rewind|| already been booked as a TOTALLY LAME & CRAPPY match ||Rewind|| TOTALLY LAME & CRAPPY ||Fast forward|| BioHaZard will have to take it. ||Stop|| ||Power off|| ||Screen goes to blue.|| ||Weezle sits on the couch, staring at the blue screen, resting his chin on his hands, which are closed around the VCR remote.|| ||Suddenly, Weezle stands up, holding the VCR remote in his right hand.|| FFFFFFFFffffff...!! ||Weezle stops himself from shouting out a string of obscenities, and instead raises his right hand, preparing to throw the remote at the wall.|| ||Realizing that the remote is his, and he will gain nothing from smashing it, he calmy tosses the remote onto the couch and starts to walk out of the room. Weezle walks down the hall, passing the kitchen, where Ravyn is eating.|| Hey Mike, what are you doing? Mike? Mike?!... ||Weezle continues to walk down the hallway, not even stopping to listen to Ravyn.|| ||Around a corner and down a flight of stairs, and Weezle now finds himself in his personal gym. He calmly walks over to the punching bag that is suspended from the ceiling, picks up a pair of gloves from the floor, and straps them on. Once they are secure, Weezle lets loose on the bag in a flurry of punches. As he attacks the bag, he starts to talk out loud to himself.|| Stupid dumbass! Lacking Creativity? LACKING CREATIVITY?!? Okay, maybe if we booked it! Jackass!! LCW booked it! That little fart-goblin is... is... GODAMNIT!! ||Weezle stops punching the bag, breathing heavily as he watches it sway back and forth. After a few more punches, he unstraps the gloves and tosses them back to the floor. Weezle walks around, trying to think of some excercise that will let him release some steam, and finds himself back at the punching bag.|| ...GODAMNIT!! ||Weezle walks away from the bag, storms up the stairs, and walks briskly back to his rec room.|| ||Once Weezle gets to the rec room, he picks up a copy of the Summer of Destruction card that was sent out by the LCW head office. After scanning through, he finds what he was looking for and reads it out loud.|| "Dream Master versus Julius DeRose... The winner of this match will face the winner of the submissions match at Breakdown in a Pain and Agony match on LIVE television for the first time for the TV title!" "In a Pain and Agony match." "Pain and Agony." ||Confused as to Weezle's ranting, Ravyn comes into the room.|| Mike, what the hell are you doing? Trying to prove that Y2Krj is a dumbass. ||Ravyn looks at Weezle with a puzzled look.|| What? He said that the TLC match was not very creative, then suggested a stipulation that is already booked on the Breakdown following Summer of Destruction. Now THAT is not very creative! Ok... so why all the talking to yourself? ...Damnit! Leave me alone! ||Puzzled, Ravyn walks away slowly, keeping her eyes on Weezle.|| ||Weezle then picks up the VCR remote, turns the VCR on, and hits play.|| ||Rewind|| LAME & CRAPPY ||Pause|| Lame and crappy? Ask the fans if they thought the TLC match at the first ever Breakdown was 'lame and crappy.' Ask Diamond Dream if it was 'lame and crappy.' Ask Brooze if it was 'lame and crappy.' I'm sure the answer from all of those will be 'NO!' So while you keep dreaming up stipulations and beating up on reporters trying to *in a mocking voice* 'Send us a message' *normal voice* I'll just sit here and laugh off your complete stupidity. Do you think that Destruction is all scared of Biohazard because you beat up on a reporter?! For Christ's sake, the guy is half your size! You want to send us a message? You want to earn our respect?? Best us. Beat us in the most dangerous, unforgettable TLC match ever. Until then, think twice about what you're going to say before you start flapping that stupid mouth of yours. ||Weezle settles down, sits himself down on the couch, and turns on the StarChoice receiver. After a bit of channel surfing, Weezle leaves the tv on an episode of "The Ripping Friends."|| ||End|| |
