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 ||The screen is pitch black as you hear Weezle talking.|| Do you ever sit back and think? That maybe you forgot something? Or that maybe you changed something that you should have left alone? Maybe you forgot to put on your favourite pair of pants, and thus did not have the courage to go ask out the girl you have had a crush on for the past year. Then you had to watch as some other guy asks her out and she says yes. Or maybe you sold an old cd to someone, only to have the song stuck in your head and no way to get it out of your head anymore. Yea. We've all done something like that in our life. But what happens when what you did or did not do is very important? What happens when what you did or did not do could affect your career or your life? I know what you do. You hope and you pray that there is still time left to correct your mistake. You hope and you pray that you can make some changes whatever happened. Right now... I hope... and I pray. Every second of the day. ||The scene fades in to the Toronto apartment co-rented by Keoki Yamada and Weezle. The curtains are drawn and there are no lights on, but the mid-afternoon sun lets enough sunlight in to see Weezle sitting on a wooden chair in near-empty room. In the room, to Weezle's left, there is a television, turned off, on a tv stand, with a mini-dish receiver, and PS2 hooked up in the background, and a couch and love seat set to the right of Weezle. No one else occupies the room. Weezle is staring right into a camera that has been set up in front of him.|| You see... I made a bit of a mistake. ||Weezle looks down at his feet, slightly nodding his head and rubbing his chin. As he speaks he continues to look at the floor.|| I forgot about what was a part of me... What made me 'me'. ||Weezle lifts his head up. On his face is a look of slight embarassment, and Weezle seems to have a hard time getting out his next set of words.|| I had to realize that without Tree... I might not be where I am. I would most likely be locked up in some sort of government-run institution. Call me crazy... heh, oh wait, everyone including myself already does, but had I not talked to that branch, I might have died in some gutter. ||Looking off to the side for a second to think about what he just said, Weezle continues to talk, but now without the slight embarassment in his voice.|| Then I made another realization. I've pissed a lot of people off. ||Now looking straight into the camera, Weezle looks a little disgusted, but not at all with himself.|| Hell, I could probably pick out over ten people on the roster that would like to see my name in the obituaries. But no longer am I the class clown... so F**K THEM!! There are two types of people in this world that you come across. Enemies and confidants. And if you say that I forgot about strangers... well, strangers are just enemies whose face you haven't seen yet. ||Weezle pauses for a second before continuing.|| Confidants are like Keoki and Ravyn... I know what they are up to, and that I can trust them. Enemies... I know what they are up to as well, and can trust them to do their best to follow out what they intend to do. Much like Ronin. I must have pissed that big guy off more than a zit on his ass since he first joined the OWF. The same can probably be said for Rook, although I have known him... or he has known me... for a less amount of time. There are countless others as well... Zodiac, Anita, Joey the Cripple whose scooter I tip over, the Cat Lady whose cats I run over and shoot at, the Pizza Boy that I always stiff... and so on and so on... Any way, the point is, I realized that I need a little more back up. Keoki is great, and so is LAW... but I need something at my disposal twenty-four/seven. And seeing as I apparently had a fair bit of succes with "Tree"... I found it only fitting to keep up my connection with wood. ||Weezle chuckles a bit as he pulls out a bag from beneath his chair.|| Of course, I also had to keep some connections to my native Canada... So... ||Weezle reaches into the bag and pulls out a black maple Sam Bat, the kind made famous by Barry Bonds.|| Produced in Ottawa, made famous by Barry Bonds, entered into the Baseball Hall of Fame... and coming soon to a PCW Superstar's skull... It's the all-maple Sam Bat. Stronger than ash, this bat sure whips ass! ||Weezle chuckles a bit again and stands up.|| But don't worry folks, I'm not gonna go around talking to this bat and giving it little pet names. No, this is just going to be used to help Destruction uphold its name. ||With that, Weezle shuts off the camera, ending his promo.|| ||As Weezle puts his bat back into the bag, there is a knocking at the door.|| Keoki? Yes... are you finished in there? Yea. ||Keoki opens the door and walks in, flicking the lightswitch on as he enters.|| Hey, thanks again for the lil' training lesson. ||Keoki slaps Weezle's shoulder.|| You do not need to thank me... I am just glad I could help instill in you some of the same passion and flame that flows within me. Ritey-o... Anyway, thanks again. So, what happened with the little Ravyn? I noticed she was quite insistent that you leave with her, and I thought it would be wise if I made myself busy for quite some time. Heh, well, let's just say that was quite a good decision. ||Grinning, Keoki laughs a bit as he holds back his first question.|| So... where is the little vixen now? Well, she was in the shower... But she should be just about finished soon. ||Keoki nods and the two men sit down on the couch and turn the television on. After a bit of channel surfing, Weezle finds an episode of Seinfeld that he has not seen in the past week and leaves the tv on that channel. After a couple minutes, Ravyn walks into the room wearing only a bathrobe, her damp hair dangling down to her shoulders.|| Hey guys... you want a little snack before supper? ||Weezle chuckles, holding back what he wants to say, and Keoki speaks up.|| Do we have any more Shrimp Chips? Goddamnit Keoki... what is it with you and that Japanese crap? That stuff is horrible! Hey! You have your salty fried potatoes, popcorn, and pork rinds... I have my shrimp! Yea, I guess so... Ravyn, do we have any more of that crap? Ummm... I think I picked up a bag yesterday... Yeah, there's one bag. Alright then... get his shrimppits... Shrimp CHIPS!! ...Whatever... I'll just get Lays. Pardon? Lays... the chips? You know... Salt & Vinegar? ||As Ravyn goes off to the kitchen to get the snacks, Keoki turns over to Weezle.|| Heh... I bet you can't eat just one... ||A little smirk shows itself over Weezle's face.|| A few moments later Ravyn returns with two bowls. She hands one bowl to Keoki and keeps the other for herself as she sits on the loveseat, forcing Weezle to move to get to his chips.|| So, what's the schedule for tonight, boys? ||Weezle looks over at Keoki, staring right into his eyes.|| I don't know, Keoki, what is going on?... Hmmm?? ||Keoki sees the little message Weezle is trying to give him and replies.|| Uhh... actually... I think I have something to do tonight. Yes... I have something to do tonight where I will have to leave for at least ten mi-- umm, two hours. ||Weezle grins at Keoki.|| You know... I think I need something to drink... Anyone else? ||The other two people in the room give their orders to Weezle, and he runs off to the kitchen to fulfill them.|| ||End.|| |
