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Weezle and Ravyn are seen walking up the steps of a bar in Ottawa. When they get inside, Patrick Atkinson is there to greet them. Patrick guides Weezle and Ravyn to a corner of the bar that is setup for an interview, and away from the speakers playing 'Flashdance II' by MGB. Pat and Ravyn sit down as Weezle orders a round of Sleeman's. Patrick: So Weezle...are you feeling ok? Weezle: My head's still a little sore from a night of pounding, and I got a couple of lumps and bruises, but I'll be ready for Uncensored. Patrick: So, umm, *snicker* where's 'Tree'? Weezle: What? Ravyn: (whispering to Patrick) He doesn't remember much from the last couple of days. I think it's from what happened at Broken. Patrick: (whispering to Ravyn) Oh, ok. Patrick: So Weezle, what do you think of this Tracker guy? Weezle: I think it's good to see someone around who can push Blood around. Maybe X can finally get a break. Patrick: Bad Blood seems to still be in control. He booked almost all of Uncensord's matches, including a four-way dance for the International Title with you in it. Weezle: I can't wait for that match. I don't know what the stip is, if it's elimination, no DQ, or anything else, but I gotta wonder what Rook and Ronin will do. Will one of them take a dive? Or will they fight each other to the end for the title. I hope they beat the shit out of each other, so I can just worry about Peligro. Weezle: Peligro, you've proven you can fight, and that you deserve a shot at this title. If it is elimination, what say we dispose of R&R, and settle it between ourselves? I respect you, and...what the? Weezle stops talking as a man comes up to him and taps him on the shoulder. Man: Hey...where's Tree? Weezle: What the f**k is Tree? Man: You know...Tree! The man starts chanting 'TREE! TREE! TREE!', and soon the whole bar is chanting with him. Weezle gets up and grabs the Man by the collar. Weezle: Listen buddy, you better shut the f**k up about this stupid Tree, aight? Man: Ok, chill out. I wouldn't want you to hit me and give me a sliver! Weezle lets go of the man's collar, and grabs his nearly-empty Sleeman's bottle. Weezle looks back at the man, and slams the bottle over his head, shattering the bottle and sending the man to the floor. Weezle points the remainder of his bottle at the Man's friends. Weezle: Now, you guys better get your friend, make like a tree, and GET THE F**K OUT!! The Man's friends grab his limp body and carry him out of the bar. Weezle: Pat, I'm sorry to cut this short, but I don't really feel like finishing this interview now. I'll try to set something up later. Ravyn, let's go. Weezle and Ravyn leave the bar as Patrick looks down at the mess on the floor, and his empty beer. Patrick: Barkeep! Another Sleeman's! |
