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||Weezle is walking down a street near his Ottawa residence at dusk, wearing some well-worn dirty denim overalls, a dark sweatshirt underneath, some well-worn work boots, a pair of work gloves, and an OWF hat. Weezle is carrying a metal trash can in his right hand, Tree in his left hand, and he has Slinkee wrapped around his neck.|| ||As Weezle walks down the street, pausing to pick up litter and put it in his garbage can, he is stopped by Arn Dickerson.|| Hey Arn! How's your eye doin'? ||Arn rubs the Band-Aid just below his left eye and nervously answers.|| It's pretty good... can't complain. Good... good. Sorry bout that. Hey, don't be! It was probably my fault anyway! I know. I tried telling Slink that, but he would listen. Th-th-th-the n-n-n-name is S-s-s-s-slinkee! Oh, sorry S-s-s-s-s-slinkee. Sh-sh-shut up. Anywho, what brings you 'round, Arn? We'll, I went to the airport to try to catch you, but they said you hadn't shown up yet. No shit Sherlock! Why the heck would I be at the airport?! Ummm... maybe because you are supposed to be at a press conference in Washington tomorrow at noon. At noon? At noon. ||Weezle stares at Arn for a moment, trying to piece together what he said.|| Blimey. So... do you want a ride to the airport? We can get you there in time for the next flight. Okie-dokie! ||Weezle grabs all his junk and jumps into the OWF van, and they head off to the airport. On the drive over, Arn takes the opportunity to ask OWF's resident schizo a few questions.|| So Weezle, what do you have to say about Sniper's latest comments? Nothing. ||Arn looks at Weezle, a little puzzled by his response.|| Nothing? Nope. Nothing. Didn't get a chance to see 'em. Tree hogged the remote all day, and we watched a Gundam Wing marathon all day. What'd he say, anyway? He said there was no way you could win, and laughed at the thought of you winning. Aw crap. What? Well, if I can't win... then Keoki won't want me as his partner! NOOOOOOO!!!! ||Weezle, delirious with rage, swings Tree around in the tight confines of the van, and smashes some of the equipment.|| ||The driver looks back to see what all the commotion is, and when he sees what Weezle is doing, swerves the van, sending Weezle to the floor of the van.|| HEY! Quit smashing the equipment asshole! Blood has us on a very tight budget, and we can't afford to lose anything. ||Weezle sheepishly gets up and sits down beside Arn.|| Sorry. That's... that's alright. I'm sure everything will be fine. Getting back to the OWF, what do you think of OWF's new talent? Heh, not much! Look at these lil' pumpkins! Ooh, I was the County Champion of Craptastico Wrestling! I was the three time Nipple Twister Champion of France! Well, Tree says NAY NAY!! Take your gold-covered chocolate medals, eat 'em up, then bring you ass to the curb and get ready to be taken out! So, I'm guessing you don't much like the new wrestlers? Dunno. Haven't met them yet. Oooookay... So what about Chris Drebbin being added to the match? Ok. Sounds good. Make it happen! Ummm... it already has happened. It was announced a few days ago. Ah. Well then... 'Well then' what? Shut up! I'm trying to remember if I fought him before. ||Weezle puts his head down and starts thinking hard.|| Damnit! I can't remember this Drebbin guy! ||To try to help remembering, Weezle picks up Tree and whacks himself in the head to try to remember something about Chris Drebbin>|| AHHH! ||**WHACK**|| ||**WHACK**|| Damnit! Come out you stupid memory!! ||**WHACK**|| ||**WHACK**|| Whoa... Arnie... What? ...Quit making the van spin... Ummmm... we're stopped at a red light. ...Sounds good... make it happen... ||Weezle, feeling the effects of his self-induced blows to the head, passes out onto the floor of the van.|| Ohhh crap... ||About half an hour later, the van arrives at Ottawa International Airport, and Weezle starts to come to.|| ...Ok Ravyn... make me some Pop Tarts please... Weezle? ||Weezle opens his eyes, and sees Arn's face about three inches from his own.|| AHHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!! WHAT?! You're not Ravyn! No, I'm Arn Dickerson. Oh, hello Arn. Nice to meet you. Uh-huh... Anyway, we're at the airport, and you're booked for a flight to Washington that leaves in about forty minutes, so you better go check in. Here's your ticket. ||Arn hands Weezle the ticket as Weezle grabs his crap and heads inside.|| Bye now Ravyn. Arn. I'm Arn. Whatever... ||Weezle heads inside to the airport lobby as Arn closes the van door and leaves.||  |
