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Date Posted: 12:36:28 12/30/02 Mon
Author: Flabulas
Subject: Slightly Tiffed Part II
In reply to: Flabulas 's message, "Slightly tiffed (SHORT)" on 13:28:28 12/29/02 Sun

*The scene opens in front of the Kiddak residence, later on the same day. Gad knocks on the door. He only waits a few moments before Flabulas opens the door and steps out. Flabulas is wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with his name on it. Under it are the words, "If you're hungry, slap this" and an arrow pointing towards Flabulas's belly.*

Flabulas - Come on Gad, you can drive.

*Flabulas walks past Gad and around the house to the Garage. He opens it and reveals the Benz. He tosses the keys to Gad who goes around to the driver side, gets in. He backs out of the Garage and stops, waiting for Flabulas to get in. Flabulas opens the door and slowly manages to get his wide girth into the car. Gad has moved his camera around and positioned it so that he gets Flabulas's face, we switch to that camera.*

Gad - That's a nice shirt you're wearing, is that new?

Flabulas - Yeah, the CWF had it made for me. I think it was a hint for me to start wearing a shirt in the ring, but I like it. Is captures me perfectly.

Gad - So where are we going?

Flabulas - It's a surprise, just follow those directions.

Gad - Sorry about your match. That dumbass Bastista.

Flabulas - Yeah, well... I did start it when I interfered in his tag team match against Trent Rudiger but I figured it was finished when he cost me my own match later that night. I guess he just forgot all about that. This week though, this week nothing had better happen or I'm not going to be nearly as forgiving as I am now. I've had all the revenge I need, more than I want.

Gad - Wow, I'd just go and kick his ass, but hey, if you want to be the better man... Umm... What about your match this Wednesday with J.B. Shooter.

Flabulas - What about it?

Gad - Well what do you think about Shooter? Last time you two met in the ring he walked out victorious.

Flabulas - If you remember back to our match he only won after a certain someone interfered. This time, hopefully that same man won't bother me again. If he does, I'll have no choice but to declare war on the Son of a Bitch and make sure that he never even thinks about screwing with me again. I think Shooter had better say his prayers and take his vitamans, because I'm going to do my best to get into that tournament.

Gad - What about Trent Rudiger. You two seemed to have gotten pretty friendly pretty quick. You both worked pretty well in your tag team match at Rock Bottom. What do you think about him.

Flabulas - I wish Trent all the luck in the world. We do make a pretty good team and I hope we work together more in the future. He's got a huge heart and loads of tallent. He just needs to concentrate on not getting smashed by the big guys and he'll be main eventing pay-per-views in no time.

Gad - What about you? You've been in the CWF longer than he has, do you think you'll be getting there sooner?

Flabulas - No, actually. I'm too fat and slow to really make it. I'm really just in this for the fun anyway. If I never get any higher than I am now it won't matter to me.

Gad - So you mean you don't have any ambition of becoming a main eventer?

Flabulas - No, I never said that. I'm just saying I'm not so sure of my chances, besides, why would I? It'd be great but really, who do I get for it? Maybe some gold hanging around my waist, though I'd probably have to carry it everywhere since they'd have to add about a foot of leather to get it to fit me. The danger of some nutcase in a mask to try to kill me? The money probably wouldn't be worth it, with my skills I could me making more in... oh, wait, I never got any real skills. Well, I guess main eventing is the way to go then.

Gad - Okay... hey, we're here... um... Flabulas, are you sure this is the place you meant to be going?

Flabulas - Yep, this is it.

Gad - It's a gym. What the hell are we doing at a gym?

Flabulas - I gained a little weight over the holidays and I figured I'd work some of it off.

Gad - It's a gym.

Flabulas - I know it's a gym, find us a place to park.

*We cut to an external view of the car. Gad finds a parking place and pulls in. He gets out of the car, runs around and opens the door for Flabulas. The fat man slowly gets out of the car. He goes around to the trunk, opens it, and pulls out a bag. He slings it over his shoulder and walks into the gym. Gad follows him in with the camera. The scene fades out on the closing gym doors.*

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