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The scene opens to the outside of a bar. It is night. The only light you see comes from a street light about ten feet away. It is suprisingly quiet. All you can hear is the hum of the street light and the dulled sounds emmanating from the bar. Suddenly, the door to the bar flies open, and an obviously drunk man stumbles down the steps and starts walking down the street. The camera follows the drunk, and he starts talking. Not into the camera, or to anyone in particular. He just starts talking. Heeeyyy....YEAH!! Wow, that was one kick-ass match! WOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!!! As the drunk gets closer to the street light, another man emerges from an alleyway on the other side of the light. Heeyy...I know you! The other man gets closer to the drunk, but his hat blocks the light from his face. Hey..hey...you...man...you SUCK!! As the other man reaches for the drunk, he shows his face. It's Weezle! In a fit of rage, Weezle slams the drunk against the brick wall of the bar, and holds him there by his throat. I suck, eh? I loose a match and suddenly I'm at the same depths as you?! I don't think so. Weezle punches the drunk, sending him to the ground. He starts to kick him, but as he is about to bring his foot down on the drunk's cowering face, he stops. What the hell am I doing? Fighting a drunk?? Weezle backs away from the drunk. I'm outta here. The drunk clumsily rises to his feet, and sensing that Weezle will not attack him again, shouts at him. KAOS KICKED YOU ASS!!! YOU'RE GONNA GET SHIT KICKED AT LORDS OF THE RING!!! Weezle continues walking, and flips the bird at the drunk. As Weezle turns a down an alley, the cameraman runs to catch up to him. After about a minute, the cameraman stops to find Weezle sitting on the lid of a dumpster. Ya hear that sound? That's my ego being knocked down to size. Weezle pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. I knew it would be a tough match, but I thought it would've been a bit easier, with the win coming to me. I'm not gonna make an excuse. I just...lost. You beat me. You were the better man. Then, I was so pissed I stormed off before our drag race. I didn't chicken out, I just had to get out before I broke something. Some day, we'll race. And that some day, I'll even our series to 1-1 as I take the keys to your Camaro. Weezle hops off the dumpster and walks back out into the street. Now, at Lords of the Ring, it looks like I could be quite busy. Up to four matches, which would include a title defense and fighting to become the Lord of the Ring. First, the Infamous Title. Weezle walks into a 7-11 store and heads to the beverage section. Atrius, I always knew you'd be back for your title. I've been watching you in the Underground, and I knew you were just biding your time until an opportunity came to come back up the OWF, and that I'd probably be the first one on your hit list. Weezle grabs a bottle of Nestea and heads to the cash. But, as I have said again, and again, and again, I'm ready. You've just had your head busted open, so I'll just have to see if I can use that. Weezle pays for his drink, and the old man at the counter glares at Weezle and the cameraman. *whispering* I don't think he likes me. HEY! If you're buddy ain't buying anything, get the hell out!! Weezle looks at the old man for a second, and heads for the door. He opens his Nestea bottle, and throws his bottle cap at the garbage can, intentionally missing. Now, it looks like I will also be fighting the seven-foot monkey-spank Bloodlust. Geez, Bad Blood must have been drunk when he signed you. Loose, suck, loose, suck, it's the vivious cycle of your life. Loose your match, and suck in the process, not suck blood. If you did suck blood, you might have enough strentgh to impress people, rather than impersonate the large Everlast bag the hangs from the ceiling of my training room. Weezle looks down at his watch. Well, it's getting late...or early, depending on which way you look at it, so I'm gonna head on home. Weezle starts walking down the road, and hails a cab. |
