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"Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins blares through a small gym. Weezle is standing in the gym, pounding on a punching bag. As you get closer, you can see the sweat dripping off Weezle. The camera comes up to Weezle, and you can hear him rambling on and grunting between punches. Marathon...(pant)...every God-Damned night is a F***ING MARATHON!! Multiple matches...fights in the back...going out to the ring to help Carter and Zane...it just never stops. And now...at Broken...I have one of the worst nights in my life to look forward to. Three fights. All for title's. I have to fight one-on-one for the FTW. A four-way for the International. And a triple-threat No DQ for the World. Well slap my ass and call me lucky! I face off against some of the best and most dangerous people the OWF has to offer, all in one night. Weezle throws a hard puch at the bag, and it starts swinging wildly as Weezle side-steps to avoid the bag. Weezle stands still for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Alright...(deep breath)...lets go over what happened at Uncensored. Kujo. After that match, there is one logical question that comes to me. Is you mask on too tight, and thus restricting the bloodflow to your brain? You choked the hell out of me because...you don't like how Weezle and Kujo sounds?! Here's an idea, USE YOUR REAL NAME!! Weezle pauses for a moment and takes a gulp from his bottle of Nestea. Am I pissed? To some extent. We could have won that battle, and taken Ronin and Rook. But, I always had an inkling in the back of my brain that someday you'd pull something like this, so it didn't come as a complete surprise. I just thought you would have at least waited until we had a title shot. And now that we're split, I COULD reveal your identity, but I won't. I've got enough things to worry about, I don't need you coming after me right now. Weezle walks over to a small duffel bag, and picks it up. He opens it up and pulls out his World Title. Kid Kaos. You...you I don't really have a problem with...until now. You're probably wondering why I jumped you. Well, it just made sense. I have to defend my FTW title at Broken, and I didn't want to lose it and waste my shot. So, I jumped you after your Elite match. Sure, it was cheap, but I got the World Title belt. Now, onto Broken. Weezle sits down and puts both his belts beside him. First match of the night, X vs me for the FTW. X, we've both got a big night ahead of us, so why don't you just take a fall? Three seconds. Just lie down, let me pin you, and we can both be on our way. Really, think about it. You've got the fight of your life against Bad Blood, and don't you want to be at full strength for that? I'll let you think about it. Weezle looks at his FTW and World belts, and starts thinking about adding a third belt. The International Title. Four men. Three of them part of LAW, and me. This is just great. I would love to have that title, and I will certainly try hard to win that match, but I have to save something for the World match. Weezle picks up his World belt, and gently rubs the gold. Ah the World Title. Everyone's dream. This is what men fight for. This is what men spill blood for. This is what men train six hours a day for. This...will be one helluva fight. No DQ. Kid Kaos, Diamond Dream, and me. I'm sure a couple toys will find their way into the fight, and I'm sure a couple pints of blood will be spilled. I wonder what Bad Blood and LAW have in store for this match. LAW pretty much hates everyone in this match, so I don't see them helping one person in particular. I'm confident in this match though. Granted, Kaos and Dream are only in one match, as opposed to my three, but with the No DQ, that opens the door. A couple chairshots to the head, and suddenly everyone is fighting at the same strength. Weezle sits silent for a moment, and a beeping sound can be heard in the distance. Woo-hoo! My Chef Boyardee is ready! Weezle grabs his belts and runs out of his gym. |
