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 ||Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Home --sort of-- to the Corel Center, the building that will play host to the LCW this coming Tuesday. Ottawa is also the location of Weezle's house. While other LCW Stars are spending a fortune at Ottawa's arrogant hotels, Weezle relaxes at home, watching a replay of the Germany-USA World Cup quarterfinal game and drinking Crown Royal on the rocks. As Weezle watches Michael Ballack head the ball into the American net, he tips his glass to the German squad before taking a sip.|| Hmph... I don't know what that crazy Rook is on about... Canadian whiskey seems pretty damn good to me... Bah... A well... everyone is entilted to their own opinion... Afterall, American beer is still popular, dispite its sucktitude, and Rook likes Guiness... the only beer you can eat. ||After a few more minutes of watching soccer, Weezle looks down at his empty glass, then at his watch.|| Hmm... guess I should probably get a little training in. Already know who wins... Hell, everyone knew who was going to win before the match even started... Heh, kinda like my match... ||Weezle turns off the television, picks himself up off the couch, and starts walking through his house towards his personal gym.|| It'll be kinda weird... fighting Sniper... seeing as we used to fight together in LAW... Ah well... A match is a match, and I'll fight him like I'd fight anyone else. Right now it's time hit the gym. ||Just as Weezle sits down on one of his weight machines and sets the weight, the cordless phone in the gym starts to ring. Of course, Weezle picks up the phone and answers it.|| Hello? Weezle! Where the hell are you?! ||Weezle quickly identifies the voice as that of Keoki Yamada, fellow member of the tag team "Destruction".|| I'm... at home... Where the heck are you? I'M AT HOME!! ||Weezle starts to laugh, much to the aggravation of Keoki.|| Keoki... buddy... I said I was going back home... MY home!! What do you mean, 'your home'? I thought you lived here, in Toronto! I do, but I kept my house in Ottawa, remember? You know, Ottawa, the place where Breakdown is on Tuesday? ||Keoki mutters something that cannot be picked up by the telephone, but most likely it was Japanese curse words.|| Well... NOW what?! I got tired of waiting for you, so I am at the gym. Keoki, seeing as I am in Ottawa, I really couldn't give a rat's ass as to what part of Toronto you are in. It's all your fault. Really? Because I am quite sure that I said I was going back to MY house in Ottawa. Jesus, am I gonna have to make you take a recorder everywhere like Dougal so I can prove to you when you are wrong?! ... I thought so... So why don't you get your butt up here, okay? Do you have your car? Yes. Good. I'll see you in a couple hours. You do remember how to get to my house, don't you? Yes, yes... Don't worry Weezle-san. Alright then... See you later. Bye. ||Weezle turns the phone off and goes back to his workout machine. He sits down on the little chair and, after getting his feet firmly in place, pushes againts the metal platform, extending his legs almost until they lock before pulling them back in. After about thirty minutes, Weezle eases himself out of the machine.|| Gotta improve my stamina. You never know when you might find yourself fighting all night. I can't allow myself to lose all my energy in the middle of a fight. If I get involved in a fight, I want to be able to go until it's over. All these little lay-offs have really screwed that up. ||The next stop in the gym is the butterfly machine. Weezle sets the tension, takes a sip of water, and sits down to start the next part of his workout.|| And now, with these little pricks in Biohazard a rap-rap-rapping on my chamber door, I need to be ready for an all-out assault... bastards. Man... where is Ravyn? I'm hungry. ||End|| |
