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Date Posted: 04:32:08 10/22/02 Tue
Author: "Weasel" Tim Conners
Subject: Xstatic better not worry about the Good Rev, Better worry about ME and Tetra....

{{The scene opens to "Weasel" Tim Conners sitting on a bench inside one of the nastiest gyms in the whole Mid-West. He's smoking another cheap cigar, and has his hands taped up. He snickers a bit watching some of the younger thugs trying be badasses in the gym, pumping iron. Conners is sitting there thinking, and thinking, and thinking until finally he sits up ready to collect his thoughts into sentences.....}}

"Weasel" Tim Conners - I've been siting here for the past two hours, seemingly transfixed on The Reverand. You see, MCW's favorite preacher tried to stick a cord with me. And in fact...he did. At first I shrugged and chalked it up to the tuxedo and larger than life persona, but after seeing how he handled his sinners...I realized, I have more in common with Rev. E. Vill, then I do against him. I love what you have offered the world. You see Rev, I too am ridding the world of sinners. But not for the lord...But for the real bible....THE BOOK OF THE WEASEL!

[Upon shouting, one of the punk thug kids notices Tim Conners. He walks up, sporting sagging sweats, a red bandana, and a few thick gold chains. He walks up to Weasel with a snot nosed look on his face.]

Thug - Yo freak, why don't you quiet it down. Dis ain't no church, and I ain't be no preacher. You keep that shit down or you be six foot deepa!

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Oh my my, what a mouth on you...BITCH!

Thug - What you say?

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Nothing, nothing. My apologies. But let me ask you, isn't that your girlfriend over there?

[Weasel points to a young girl, cute, but ruined by a society of wanna bes and rap music. None the less the cute brunette dressed only in high heels and a summer dress, was entering the bathroom of the gym.]

Thug - Yea, what of it?

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Nothing....Nothing. And your name?

Thug - James bitch, but you can call me boss...

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Funny, I was thinking your girlfriend could call me master.

Thug - Why yo....PERERRRRRR!

[With that Weasel pushed a sharp metal spike into the kneecap of the thug James. Conners had pulled it out of his taped up hands. As the thug went for his weapon, probably a gun, Conner's sweep kicked him, then picked him up and hit a Weasel Stunner. After a few stomps, Weasel takes the boys chains and bandanna. Weasel slowly heads to the bathroom, Conner's puts the bandanna over his face and wears the chains. As the brunette exits the bathroom, Weasel grabs her and slams her up against the wall.]

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Hey baby....Ready for some hardcore pounding.

Girl - James, I told you we'd fuck when we got back to the car.

"Weasel" Tim Conners - James? Who is this James?

[The hand pulled her closer, the sinewy arms wrapping her up in an unearthly embrace.]

Girl - James, this isn’t funny anymore. (Tears began to form in her eyes.)

"Weasel" Tim Conners - I told you, I am not James.

[Her breathing became shallow, raspy. Every breath was filled with decay, the damp stench of rotting flesh. His hands stroked her hair, for she was powerless against the cold strength of his embrace.]

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Now its time to show your boyfriend, the price one must pay for corssing the path of righteousness....THE PATH of the Weasel. Come on girl....

[Weasel pulls the thugs girlfriend out of the gym, and heads towards a beatup brown Chevy car. He stops outside it, inside the young Tammy can be seen sitting nestled in the backseat asleep.]

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Here get in the car!

Girl - Wha?

[With that Conners pushes the girl into his trunk and shuts it closed.]

"Weasel" Tim Conners - Gotta be quiet now, I don't want the misses to hear...HAHAHA

[The sadistic Hardcore Rodent laughs, as if Tammy saying any sort of protest had ever stopped him from doing anything before. Weasel remembers Tetra and Xstatic, and turns to speak on them for a moment.]

"Weasel" Tim Conners - So you see, Reverand maybe you and I would be better a team of greatness, then a battle of horror. However whatever be the case, Xstatic ignored my threats on his life and his wife. Well what I do to this punk's young girlfriend will pale in comparison to what I plan on doing to Tetra after I destroy you inside the ring Xstatic. I plan on humiliating you outside the ring, and humilating Tetra too....OH YES YES I WILL!!!! NOW THATS A SHOCKER!

{{Scene closes as "Weasel" Tim Conners gets inside the car. Tammy is fastly asleep in the back seat, as the young girl from the gym is kicking and screaming against the trunk of the car. Conners slowly pulls off, as he does the thung from the gym hobbles outside screaming for him to come back. Little does he know Tim Conners has his girlfriend, and thats a scary, sick place to be.}}

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