| Weezle | Date: Sunday, 2011/08/28, 7:28 PM | Message # 1 |
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Development
Group: EWA Roster
Messages: 11
Status: Offline
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||Weezle stands in his bedroom, a half-packed duffle bag on the bed. He holds his now-familiar iron pole, balancing it upright on the palm of his hand.||
“My, my, my… how time flies. From almost getting fired, to having my precious iron pole suspended in what I’m going to claim is the first EVARRRR Iron Pole on a Pole Match! Bitches say WHAT!! That’s right I’m white and said that.”
||Weezle flips his iron pole up in the air and catches it.||
“Buck, I know you wanted to represent the title with that precious little name change and get all up in management’s shit, but unfortunately I just can’t let that happen. I don’t give a shit about who in management pissed in your cornflakes, or if the font in your contract was Arial instead of Helvetica, thereby declaring your contract null and void, but this is a goddamn wrestling company.”
“When I got pissed off about almost getting fired, I didn’t bitch and moan. I kicked some ass. Then after that? I kicked some more ass. Then, some more ass. You noticing a trend here? I thought, ‘Hey, what if I just keep beating the shit out of people, do you think I’ll get that title shot I want?’ And apparently, the answer is yes.”
||Weezle sets down the pole and goes back to packing his bag.||
“Ya know, I know it’s been a while now, but I now feel like I’m starting to get used to the EWA shiznit. Sure there’s not a lot of guys walking around, introducing themselves to me, offering advice, but maybe I was naive to expect it. And now, everyone that looked the other way at me, everyone that said I wouldn’t last when I first showed up, now they’re going to watch me fight for the Outlaw Title. I have personally ended careers in EWA, I have gone from dark matches to a title fight. So to all the doubters… To all the people that said, ‘Yeah, that kid can’t hang with us’, there’s just one thing I want to say to you all…”
||Weezle pauses.||
“Fuck you.”
||Weezle smiles and laughs a little.||
“Fuck all of you that talked shit on me. I heard it, in fact, I still hear it. I’ve never backed down from a fight, I’ve confronted every one I’ve wanted to face-to-face, and I’ve never backed down from a fight. This ain’t no gong show, I haven’t got the giant hook, and I’m here to stay. And soon… soon… that lovely hunk of gold is going to be strapped to this waist.”
“Soon Weezle is going to be YOUR EWA Outlaw Champion! Buck, I think you and I are going to have a knock-down drag out fight, and I can’t wait. I want to see what The Buck Evans Experience is all about! Give me your best shot, Buck. Let’s go out and tear down the motherfucking house. Let’s go crazy bananas out there, put some smiles and faces and make some panties wet. I’m not going to hold back for a second, and I know you won’t either, and that’s why I know this is going to be a match that will be talked about for a long time.”
“BUCK… You’re more than just a guy that makes me laugh because every time I see your name I think of Bunkhouse and then giggle like a girl a little, but at least I’ve stopped laughing so hard I pee my pants a little. You know… when you get like a drop or two, but then you really have to pee, and you have to race to the bathroom? Yeah, like that.”
“Where was I?”
“Oh right, title match. Buck! You! Me! Iron pole! ON A POLE! Let’s get T-Pain to make a song for this and sing us down to the ring.”
“Later gator. See you on the canvas clad battleground.||
||Fade out||
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