Post by Breezy on Mar 27, 2020 8:08:31 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a shot of Eli Beazley. He greets us with a big smile.
“Breeziacs, as I prepare for Battlecade and my first Jr. Heavyweight title defense I am going to take you on a journey. This is one of the biggest nights in my entire life and I need to make sure that I am as prepared as I can possibly be. So I thought back on some of the people that meant the most to me. My mentors if you will. And I wondered what they would say. So I went and asked them... and took you along for the ride. Let’s go meet my tribe of mentors!”
The screen fades away.
We find ourselves sitting across from a woman in her 50s. Pretty typical looking. Slightly overweight, short hair, and a warm smile. Eli sits next to her with his belt slung over his shoulder.
“Breeziacs, this is Mama Beazley! Barb Beazley of San Diego, California! Mom, thanks for taking the time to do this.”
“Anything for my little sweetums!”
“Ma, you know that I am preparing for this triple threat match at Battlecade against John Blade and Alex Scott. Do you have any sage advice for me that will help me retain this title?”
“Advice? You don’t need any advice, sugar. You're the best wrestler in the whole wide world!”
*Embarrassed* “Thanks, mom. But seriously, I need your advice. What can I do?”
Barb thinks for a few seconds. “Well, Eli. nutrition is important. It's key really. So I say, eat your veggies. And drink one glass of apple cider vinegar a day. That should do wonders for your wrestlin’. It did wonders for your father’s irritable bowel syndrome.”
“Alright, so I didn’t think Dad’s IBS would come up in this. But I will eat my veggies and drink some apple juice.”
“Apple cider vinegar, dear.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing that. That sounds disgusting.”
Your screen comes back to life. This time we find ourselves in the gymnasium of T.O. Smith Jr. High. Eli is now standing next to what is clearly a gym teacher. He wears a purple and white tracksuit. The silver whistle around his neck matches his fading hair. He has on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and is holding a basketball under his arm.
“Breeziacs, this is Mr. Terry Hansen. He was the gym teacher at my Jr. High. Coach, I know I wasn’t on the basketball team.”
“Or the football team… or the baseball team.”
“Yeah, I remember. Anyways, I wasn’t on the team but I need you to give me some advice like I was one of your players. Can you help me?
“Measley Beazley, you always were weird. But, sure. I can pretend like this is a normal request. What do you need advice on? Girls? Baking? Basket weaving?”
“Pro wrestling. I've got a big match at APW's Battlecade”
“You’re a pro wrestler? No shit? I guess you have bulked up since Jr. High. I don’t watch pro wrestling. But I can help?”
“Thanks, Coach! I have an opponent that I wrestled just a few days ago. His name is Alex Scott. He is a fierce competitor. Any advice on facing Alex?”
“I don’t know this Alex cat. But here goes.” *Clears throat.* “Beazley get in the ring and KNOCK HIS DICK OFF!”
“Knock his dick off? Like a low blow?”
“Stop being dumb, Measley! Knock his dick off means kick his ass.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?”
“Hey, who's giving advice? Beazley. If you want to beat this Alex guy, I advise that you rebound the ball, play defense and KNOCK HIS DICK OFF!!!”
“There isn’t a ball but your point is taken. Defense and dick knocking.”
“Not dick knocking. That’s gay stuff. Knock his dick off.”
“Alright, this has been… helpful. Thanks, Coach.”
Next we open up with a shot of Eli in a cemetery. He is standing in front of a tombstone.
“Breeziacs, this is Grandpa Beazley. He is my hero. I wish he was alive to give me some advice. I know that some people come to these places to talk with their loved ones. So I thought let’s give it a try!”
Eli clears his throat.
“Grandpa, I’ve got a big match this week at Battlecade. I don’t know if this will work but if you could give me any advice that would be great.”
Eli waits for any answer and is about to give up when…
“Watch our for John Blade’s finisher. The Razor Blade. If he hits it, he wins.
Eli is shocked.
“Grandpa? Is that really you? Any advice on Alex Scott?”
“You beat him last week. You know what it takes.”
“Wow, you saw that? You’re right. I DO know what it takes. I’ll do it Grandpa. I’ll give him a Breezy Bomb for you! Anything else, Grandpa?”
A long pause.
“Wear those cute pink shorts. You’re butt always looks fantastic…”
Eli spins around and the camera pans over. There is a man standing partially behind a tombstone.
“CARL!!! What in the hell?!”
The man known as Carl comes out and tries to give Eli a hug but is nudged backward by Breezy.
"Breeziacs, this is my stalker, Carl.”
“I prefer the term number one fan!”
“Nope. Stalker. How did you even know where I was.”
“I always know, Eli.”
Eli takes a deep breath and then heads for his car.
We finally end up with a shot of Eli. He is in the middle of the APW ring in an empty arena.
“Breeziacs, my Tribe of Mentors was NOT helpful! I thought they would give me some great advice. I was wrong. But at the end of the day, I don’t need advice from anyone. This is a huge match coming up. I want to walk out of Battlecade with the Jr. Heavyweight Championship over my shoulder. I want it more than anything. But the advice of my old gym teacher won’t help me achieve that. It comes down to one person and one person only! Me. At Battlecade win or lose it’s on me.”
“BreezyNation I don’t need to tell you, or my mom, that I am the best wrestler in this match. But I do need to remind two people of that little fact. John Blade and Alex Scott, you two are fine wrestlers. You both have had some success in APW. But neither of you are on the same level as freaking ‘Breezy’ Eli Beazley!”
Eli shakes his head
“Alex, you and I wrestled four days ago and I walked away victorious. You brought your best on Monday night. I could feel it. You wanted to prove that you deserved a shot at this belt. We tore the house down. I did Breezy things and you you went full speed ahead at the Breezy Barge. But Alex it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough on Monday night and it won’t be enough at Battlecade. As I said last week, you’re a very good wrestler. Beating you wasn’t easy, but I did do it. And at Battlecade it won’t be easy, but I’m gonna do it again!”
“Alex, If it makes you feel any better you’re the second-best wrestler in this match. I believe that! But second-best doesn’t win you this title. Second-best won’t cut it at Battlecade.”
Eli takes a big breath as he pivots around.
“And you, John Blade. You’ve had a few impressive showings in APW. You beat Road Dawg and Flop in a match. You did okay in the battle royale at Liberty or Death. I’ve familiar with the John Blade product. I like it. Any other week I would be rooting for the Bladester. But this week… you’ve got your work cut out for you. You’re not on Alex’s level and you’re certainly not on mine! But John, I am sure you’re going to bring it like you do every week. And I look forward to stepping in the ring with you. I just hope you know that it will be me walking out of Battlecade with my belt! So try not to get your hopes up!”
Eli prepares for his final remarks.
“Boys, Battlecade is going to be fun. I know we’re going to put on a match that the Breeziacs, Scott-ers, and Bladeamaniacs are going to love. But like I said before, it comes down to me. If I get in that ring and do my Eli Beazley thing then it’s over. When I get in that ring and do my thing, I will walk out of Battlecade STILL the Jr. Heavyweight Champ! Fellas, I’ll see ya at Battlecade!”
Fade to black.
“Breeziacs, as I prepare for Battlecade and my first Jr. Heavyweight title defense I am going to take you on a journey. This is one of the biggest nights in my entire life and I need to make sure that I am as prepared as I can possibly be. So I thought back on some of the people that meant the most to me. My mentors if you will. And I wondered what they would say. So I went and asked them... and took you along for the ride. Let’s go meet my tribe of mentors!”
The screen fades away.
We find ourselves sitting across from a woman in her 50s. Pretty typical looking. Slightly overweight, short hair, and a warm smile. Eli sits next to her with his belt slung over his shoulder.
“Breeziacs, this is Mama Beazley! Barb Beazley of San Diego, California! Mom, thanks for taking the time to do this.”
“Anything for my little sweetums!”
“Ma, you know that I am preparing for this triple threat match at Battlecade against John Blade and Alex Scott. Do you have any sage advice for me that will help me retain this title?”
“Advice? You don’t need any advice, sugar. You're the best wrestler in the whole wide world!”
*Embarrassed* “Thanks, mom. But seriously, I need your advice. What can I do?”
Barb thinks for a few seconds. “Well, Eli. nutrition is important. It's key really. So I say, eat your veggies. And drink one glass of apple cider vinegar a day. That should do wonders for your wrestlin’. It did wonders for your father’s irritable bowel syndrome.”
“Alright, so I didn’t think Dad’s IBS would come up in this. But I will eat my veggies and drink some apple juice.”
“Apple cider vinegar, dear.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing that. That sounds disgusting.”
Your screen comes back to life. This time we find ourselves in the gymnasium of T.O. Smith Jr. High. Eli is now standing next to what is clearly a gym teacher. He wears a purple and white tracksuit. The silver whistle around his neck matches his fading hair. He has on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and is holding a basketball under his arm.
“Or the football team… or the baseball team.”
“Yeah, I remember. Anyways, I wasn’t on the team but I need you to give me some advice like I was one of your players. Can you help me?
“Measley Beazley, you always were weird. But, sure. I can pretend like this is a normal request. What do you need advice on? Girls? Baking? Basket weaving?”
“Pro wrestling. I've got a big match at APW's Battlecade”
“You’re a pro wrestler? No shit? I guess you have bulked up since Jr. High. I don’t watch pro wrestling. But I can help?”
“Thanks, Coach! I have an opponent that I wrestled just a few days ago. His name is Alex Scott. He is a fierce competitor. Any advice on facing Alex?”
“I don’t know this Alex cat. But here goes.” *Clears throat.* “Beazley get in the ring and KNOCK HIS DICK OFF!”
“Knock his dick off? Like a low blow?”
“Stop being dumb, Measley! Knock his dick off means kick his ass.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?”
“Hey, who's giving advice? Beazley. If you want to beat this Alex guy, I advise that you rebound the ball, play defense and KNOCK HIS DICK OFF!!!”
“There isn’t a ball but your point is taken. Defense and dick knocking.”
“Not dick knocking. That’s gay stuff. Knock his dick off.”
“Alright, this has been… helpful. Thanks, Coach.”
Next we open up with a shot of Eli in a cemetery. He is standing in front of a tombstone.
Eli clears his throat.
“Grandpa, I’ve got a big match this week at Battlecade. I don’t know if this will work but if you could give me any advice that would be great.”
Eli waits for any answer and is about to give up when…
“Watch our for John Blade’s finisher. The Razor Blade. If he hits it, he wins.
Eli is shocked.
“Grandpa? Is that really you? Any advice on Alex Scott?”
“You beat him last week. You know what it takes.”
“Wow, you saw that? You’re right. I DO know what it takes. I’ll do it Grandpa. I’ll give him a Breezy Bomb for you! Anything else, Grandpa?”
A long pause.
“Wear those cute pink shorts. You’re butt always looks fantastic…”
Eli spins around and the camera pans over. There is a man standing partially behind a tombstone.
“CARL!!! What in the hell?!”
The man known as Carl comes out and tries to give Eli a hug but is nudged backward by Breezy.
"Breeziacs, this is my stalker, Carl.”
“I prefer the term number one fan!”
“Nope. Stalker. How did you even know where I was.”
“I always know, Eli.”
Eli takes a deep breath and then heads for his car.
We finally end up with a shot of Eli. He is in the middle of the APW ring in an empty arena.
“Breeziacs, my Tribe of Mentors was NOT helpful! I thought they would give me some great advice. I was wrong. But at the end of the day, I don’t need advice from anyone. This is a huge match coming up. I want to walk out of Battlecade with the Jr. Heavyweight Championship over my shoulder. I want it more than anything. But the advice of my old gym teacher won’t help me achieve that. It comes down to one person and one person only! Me. At Battlecade win or lose it’s on me.”
“BreezyNation I don’t need to tell you, or my mom, that I am the best wrestler in this match. But I do need to remind two people of that little fact. John Blade and Alex Scott, you two are fine wrestlers. You both have had some success in APW. But neither of you are on the same level as freaking ‘Breezy’ Eli Beazley!”
Eli shakes his head
“Alex, you and I wrestled four days ago and I walked away victorious. You brought your best on Monday night. I could feel it. You wanted to prove that you deserved a shot at this belt. We tore the house down. I did Breezy things and you you went full speed ahead at the Breezy Barge. But Alex it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough on Monday night and it won’t be enough at Battlecade. As I said last week, you’re a very good wrestler. Beating you wasn’t easy, but I did do it. And at Battlecade it won’t be easy, but I’m gonna do it again!”
“Alex, If it makes you feel any better you’re the second-best wrestler in this match. I believe that! But second-best doesn’t win you this title. Second-best won’t cut it at Battlecade.”
Eli takes a big breath as he pivots around.
“And you, John Blade. You’ve had a few impressive showings in APW. You beat Road Dawg and Flop in a match. You did okay in the battle royale at Liberty or Death. I’ve familiar with the John Blade product. I like it. Any other week I would be rooting for the Bladester. But this week… you’ve got your work cut out for you. You’re not on Alex’s level and you’re certainly not on mine! But John, I am sure you’re going to bring it like you do every week. And I look forward to stepping in the ring with you. I just hope you know that it will be me walking out of Battlecade with my belt! So try not to get your hopes up!”
Eli prepares for his final remarks.
“Boys, Battlecade is going to be fun. I know we’re going to put on a match that the Breeziacs, Scott-ers, and Bladeamaniacs are going to love. But like I said before, it comes down to me. If I get in that ring and do my Eli Beazley thing then it’s over. When I get in that ring and do my thing, I will walk out of Battlecade STILL the Jr. Heavyweight Champ! Fellas, I’ll see ya at Battlecade!”
Fade to black.
