| Weezle | Date: Friday, 2011/06/03, 1:35 AM | Message # 1 |
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Development
Group: EWA Roster
Messages: 11
Status: Offline
| “Here we go again…”
||Soundtrack: “The Day I Tried to Live” – Soundgarden||
||Fade in… A shaky Weezle sits on a bench on a sunny Ottawa day, holding a letter in his hands. He clutches the paper so hard it’s crinkled where his sweaty hands clasp it.||
“Pack your bags strap yourself in buddy, we just punched our ticket back to the big time.”
||Weezle reads the opening paragraph aloud, hoping the words sill sink in easier.||
“Congratulations on being offered a contract by the Empire Wrestling Association.”
…sigh…
“Here we go. It’s been… God, years now… jumping from Legion Hall to Armoury to high school gym, fighting God-Knows-Who in God-Knows-Where, waiting… waiting… WAITING for the chance to come back. WAITING for the chance… to step into a ring against someone that’s been wrestling longer than I’ve had the zit on my back that I just can’t reach. And now…”
||Weezle folds the letter up, slides it back into its envelope, and runs his hand through his hair as he takes a long, deep breath.||
“I’ve been watching Buzzsaw, a man –no, a fucking legend- that I had the LUCK to be in the same promotion with years ago. As I bounced around, milking whatever fucking value my name carried to cover gas and hotel money, hoping somewhere along the road someone would see me and give me a chance. Let me do more than be biggest draw in sad-sack run-and-gun promotion lead by some kid with a mouth bigger than his chequebook.”
“And now, by the grace of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I have pestered and begged and pleaded. I have no shame in saying that I’ve done every fucking thing I could to keep myself alive, to prove that no matter how dim that flame still burns… And I honestly believe that karma has finally caught up to me. That every bounced cheque or envelope that was too thin would some day be worth it. That I wouldn’t turn in to another has-been that goes to more Autograph Sessions than Main Events…”
||Weezle stands, clutching his envelope in his hand.||
“And here is the proof! I’ve been busting my ass, watching these self-absorbed assholes tell the world their shit doesn’t stink, wanting to throw my hotel mug through the shitty hotel TV, and now I get the chance! And while so many of my peers would stomp in, demanding top-tier treatment, I will gladly pay my dues.”
||Weezle pulls out an old wrestling program with a photograph of himself flying through the air on the cover.||
“Fighting in the main event… Winning title belts from legends… All that means nothing. Which means… this is the wiping the slate clean on my life. I get the rare chance to start fresh and God DAMN does it feel good! The air feels better, the ring ropes feel bouncier, and this sounds fucking retarded but the canvas of the ring never smelt better.”
“I am going to walk into Shattering Point fighting for my life! Fighting for my career! Fighting… for my livelihood.”
||Weezle rips up the well-worn program and lets the pieces fall to the ground.||
“Now, on to my debut match. Mountain Man and Crimson Blaze… Two guys that from what I’ve heard are taking as seriously as a midget with Down’s Syndrome. Good! Just the way I like it. There’s nothing I love more than seeing some Jagoff with a team of fucking ‘boyz’ to hide behind come out and call himself tough. That’s right you fucking turds, I’m a bum. A loser. A pushover piece of shit that isn’t worth the royalty rights for his theme song.”
“I am the biggest loser this federation has, right? Right you twats?! So tell Mr. Geographical Landform, and Mr… fucking… umm, Blaze, how is it going to feel when you get beat by a piece of shit?! How’s it going to feel to see my arm raised in victory after Weezle picks up his first EWA victory.”
“YOU WANT TO BE TOUGH… YOU WANT TO PROVE YOU BELONG…BE A FUCKING MAN!! Yeah, real easy to sound tough when you have ten guys with more guts than you watching your back. Blaze, before you set your bloodshot little eyes on that Heavyweight Championship, you better focus on Shattering Point this week first. I don’t need a brood of mopers to be a big boy. I don’t need anyone except myself.”
“Crimson Blaze... Mountain Man… Shattering Point. May the best man win.”
||Fade out||
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