Post by Breezy on Jun 21, 2020 21:18:50 GMT -5
(ooc excuse any typos and lack of color coding. Internet went out so I have to post from my phone.
“You know, if I'm being completely honest this
has been a problem for my entire life. it's always something that I've had to overcome. No one seems to take the ol’Breezter seriously enough. It started back in preschool when I asked Kenny Ortega if he wanted to be my best friend and he laughed at me. Then it continued through High School when Krista Smith thought my prom proposal was a joke. Like she belly laughed at how funny she thought it was. And now we’re here. Some think that Eli Beasley is a joke. Yu know Doc, I don't really understand it. I would have made a great best friend. I could have been the freakin King of the Prom. Even now, I am the longest reigning Champion in APW. I have more title defenses then the other champs combined! And I’m the joke?
Eli has been lying on a leather couch. A bearded man sits on a chair across the room from him. Eli shifts in the couch so that he is laying on his side and looking at the man.
“So I was hoping that today you can help me process all of this. Why do people consider me a joke? Do I even care? I mean I was really sad when Kenny rejected my friendship back into Pre-K. and I would have loved to go to prom with smoking hot Krista. Can you imagine how cute our babies would have been? But now... do I even care? Does it really matter to me what people think? I've been proving people wrong since the first time I stepped in the wrestling ring. I'm going to continue to do that. When I started in APW. no one pictured me being the longest reigning Junior Heavyweight Champion, and yet here I am. I am still undefeated in singles matches. I have successfully defended this title numerous times. I have legions of fans that adore me. Does it really matter someone thinks that I'm not a legitimate champion because I am ‘just’ the Junior Heavyweight Champion? Does any of it really matter? What are we even here for? What is the purpose of life?”
Eli eagerly awaits the response of the man across the room. The man clears his throat and stands up.
“I don't know about any of that bullshit. but I do know that you sound like a whiny little bitch right now.”
The man grabs a mop bucket that was against the wall and pushes it out of the room. We noticed now that he was dressed in gray coveralls it is clearly a custodian. As he walks through the door he passes a man who is dressed in a shirt and tie. this is clearly this psychiatrist did I thought he was talking to.
“Thanks, Dale.” look at the psychiatrist set to the custodian he's as he leaves the room. the man walks over to the chair and sits down agreed to you lie with a smile.
“Traffic was brutal this morning. I hope Dale wasn’t bothering you. He can be a bit chatty.”
“I think Dale just changed my life.”
“ Dale? The janitor?”
“They prefer the term custodian. But yeah. The dude is a genius. Thanks, Doc!”
Eli climbs up off of the couch and, for some reason, salutes the counselor. Eli then leaves the room. Fades to Black.
White words appear in white lettering on the screen.
“You sound like a whiny little bitch right now.” -Dale the Custodian.
The words slowly fade away and are replaced with a shot of Junior heavyweight champion Eli Beasley. he's got the belt slung over his shoulder, and an Eli Beasley t-shirt on. Eli is standing at the base of a giant statue of famous Native American chief Standing Bear. Eli is looking up and admiring the beautiful piece of art. He looks over at the camera and then back at the statue.
“You know I'm going to have a statue made of me someday. now don't get me wrong, I'm a professional wrestler. I am in no means as important as Standing Bear was. That's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is that someday, somewhere there will be a statue of Eli Beasley. Because I am going to be a wrestler who changes the landscape of this industry. There are plenty of people out there who doubted me. There are plenty of people currently who doubt me. You know I heard the comment the loud and clear from America Jackson and Zaigon Carter last week. I hear the same comment being made in the locker room. And I know that it is easy to dwell on those comments. It’s easy to get frustrated. It’s easy to start listening to those voices and get in your own end. And maybe it’s the virus or Trump but I have been feeling pretty down lately. But I didn’t get where I am today by feeling bad for myself.”
“I know what I am capable of. I know that I am far from a joke. I KNOW that I am the future of this company and I know that you know that. Breezy Nation is alive and well and none of this is coming from you guys. But I was reminded by a swell man named Dale that it’s time to shut up. The thing that I love most about this sport is that you control your own destiny. If I want an Eli Beazley statue to be erected someday it’s on me to get it there. It is on me to bring ‘it’ every time I am in the wrestling ring. It’s on me to continue to do what I have done since I walked through the APW door. It doesn’t really matter what people think. I’m Eli Freakin’ Beazley and I think my record speaks for itself. But Breeziacs, you know me, I’m not about to rest on past accomplishments. Being Jr. Heavyweight Champion forces you to be on your toes. It forces you to embrace challengers on a nearly weekly basis. And that’s why I’m pumped for the match up with L Verez this Monday night.”
Eli turns away from the statue and walks over to a green metal park bench. He sits down on the bench and looks to the cameras once again.
“Now, I’m excited for the match with L. I’m excited to have another chance to prove myself inside the ring, and in my book L is a pretty big deal. Breeziacs, you know that I am much too concerned about this face to get involved in the hardcore scene, but I do admire what those competitors do. And L has been a pretty impressive champion. She beat Zombie to win the belt and then was able to keep the title against Soul Reaver and a whole lot of interference from his manager. Color me impressed.”
Eli stands up from the bench and begins to pace before looking back at the camera.
“Now, L, I was a little disappointed with your performance in our tag match last week. I can’t be too upset. After all, It’s probably my fault. I am absolutely cursed when it comes to tag matches. But L I think we could have beat those guys and I do feel like I kept up my end of the bargain. But L, that match isn’t going to come into place this week. I’m not looking for revenge or anything like that. Nah, this week is some good ol’ friendly competition. This week is about two of APW’s champions going at it. Best man wins, right?”
Eli nods and smiles as he shifts his belt to the other shoulder.
“L, I know that some people might think of you as ‘just’ the Hardcore Champion and me as ‘just’ the Jr. Heavyweight Champion, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Your resume, like minie, speaks for itself. I am expecting an all out war on Monday night because I know you winning that belt puts you in a class above the rest. You see there is only so much gold that can be worn in APW. And unless you’re Jason Ryan, you have to be pretty special to get one of these belts. There are a lot of people in this company who have never even sniffed these belts. L, I may not have my opponents coming at me with cars, chairs, pipes, and so on but I have had a slew of opponents. I've had to battle for what is mine as have you. The fact that we have these belts sets us apart. So this Monday night let's show everyone why we are different. Let's have a battle of two very legit and awesome champions."
"L, I am easily excitable. It's my personality type. Enneagram 7 wing 8 for what it's worth. But I am very excited to step in the ring with you this week. I'm excited to go against one of APW's best. And L, I'm excited to win. See you on Monday, L."
Fade to black.
“You know, if I'm being completely honest this
has been a problem for my entire life. it's always something that I've had to overcome. No one seems to take the ol’Breezter seriously enough. It started back in preschool when I asked Kenny Ortega if he wanted to be my best friend and he laughed at me. Then it continued through High School when Krista Smith thought my prom proposal was a joke. Like she belly laughed at how funny she thought it was. And now we’re here. Some think that Eli Beasley is a joke. Yu know Doc, I don't really understand it. I would have made a great best friend. I could have been the freakin King of the Prom. Even now, I am the longest reigning Champion in APW. I have more title defenses then the other champs combined! And I’m the joke?
Eli has been lying on a leather couch. A bearded man sits on a chair across the room from him. Eli shifts in the couch so that he is laying on his side and looking at the man.
“So I was hoping that today you can help me process all of this. Why do people consider me a joke? Do I even care? I mean I was really sad when Kenny rejected my friendship back into Pre-K. and I would have loved to go to prom with smoking hot Krista. Can you imagine how cute our babies would have been? But now... do I even care? Does it really matter to me what people think? I've been proving people wrong since the first time I stepped in the wrestling ring. I'm going to continue to do that. When I started in APW. no one pictured me being the longest reigning Junior Heavyweight Champion, and yet here I am. I am still undefeated in singles matches. I have successfully defended this title numerous times. I have legions of fans that adore me. Does it really matter someone thinks that I'm not a legitimate champion because I am ‘just’ the Junior Heavyweight Champion? Does any of it really matter? What are we even here for? What is the purpose of life?”
Eli eagerly awaits the response of the man across the room. The man clears his throat and stands up.
“I don't know about any of that bullshit. but I do know that you sound like a whiny little bitch right now.”
The man grabs a mop bucket that was against the wall and pushes it out of the room. We noticed now that he was dressed in gray coveralls it is clearly a custodian. As he walks through the door he passes a man who is dressed in a shirt and tie. this is clearly this psychiatrist did I thought he was talking to.
“Thanks, Dale.” look at the psychiatrist set to the custodian he's as he leaves the room. the man walks over to the chair and sits down agreed to you lie with a smile.
“Traffic was brutal this morning. I hope Dale wasn’t bothering you. He can be a bit chatty.”
“I think Dale just changed my life.”
“ Dale? The janitor?”
“They prefer the term custodian. But yeah. The dude is a genius. Thanks, Doc!”
Eli climbs up off of the couch and, for some reason, salutes the counselor. Eli then leaves the room. Fades to Black.
White words appear in white lettering on the screen.
“You sound like a whiny little bitch right now.” -Dale the Custodian.
The words slowly fade away and are replaced with a shot of Junior heavyweight champion Eli Beasley. he's got the belt slung over his shoulder, and an Eli Beasley t-shirt on. Eli is standing at the base of a giant statue of famous Native American chief Standing Bear. Eli is looking up and admiring the beautiful piece of art. He looks over at the camera and then back at the statue.
“You know I'm going to have a statue made of me someday. now don't get me wrong, I'm a professional wrestler. I am in no means as important as Standing Bear was. That's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is that someday, somewhere there will be a statue of Eli Beasley. Because I am going to be a wrestler who changes the landscape of this industry. There are plenty of people out there who doubted me. There are plenty of people currently who doubt me. You know I heard the comment the loud and clear from America Jackson and Zaigon Carter last week. I hear the same comment being made in the locker room. And I know that it is easy to dwell on those comments. It’s easy to get frustrated. It’s easy to start listening to those voices and get in your own end. And maybe it’s the virus or Trump but I have been feeling pretty down lately. But I didn’t get where I am today by feeling bad for myself.”
“I know what I am capable of. I know that I am far from a joke. I KNOW that I am the future of this company and I know that you know that. Breezy Nation is alive and well and none of this is coming from you guys. But I was reminded by a swell man named Dale that it’s time to shut up. The thing that I love most about this sport is that you control your own destiny. If I want an Eli Beazley statue to be erected someday it’s on me to get it there. It is on me to bring ‘it’ every time I am in the wrestling ring. It’s on me to continue to do what I have done since I walked through the APW door. It doesn’t really matter what people think. I’m Eli Freakin’ Beazley and I think my record speaks for itself. But Breeziacs, you know me, I’m not about to rest on past accomplishments. Being Jr. Heavyweight Champion forces you to be on your toes. It forces you to embrace challengers on a nearly weekly basis. And that’s why I’m pumped for the match up with L Verez this Monday night.”
Eli turns away from the statue and walks over to a green metal park bench. He sits down on the bench and looks to the cameras once again.
“Now, I’m excited for the match with L. I’m excited to have another chance to prove myself inside the ring, and in my book L is a pretty big deal. Breeziacs, you know that I am much too concerned about this face to get involved in the hardcore scene, but I do admire what those competitors do. And L has been a pretty impressive champion. She beat Zombie to win the belt and then was able to keep the title against Soul Reaver and a whole lot of interference from his manager. Color me impressed.”
Eli stands up from the bench and begins to pace before looking back at the camera.
“Now, L, I was a little disappointed with your performance in our tag match last week. I can’t be too upset. After all, It’s probably my fault. I am absolutely cursed when it comes to tag matches. But L I think we could have beat those guys and I do feel like I kept up my end of the bargain. But L, that match isn’t going to come into place this week. I’m not looking for revenge or anything like that. Nah, this week is some good ol’ friendly competition. This week is about two of APW’s champions going at it. Best man wins, right?”
Eli nods and smiles as he shifts his belt to the other shoulder.
“L, I know that some people might think of you as ‘just’ the Hardcore Champion and me as ‘just’ the Jr. Heavyweight Champion, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Your resume, like minie, speaks for itself. I am expecting an all out war on Monday night because I know you winning that belt puts you in a class above the rest. You see there is only so much gold that can be worn in APW. And unless you’re Jason Ryan, you have to be pretty special to get one of these belts. There are a lot of people in this company who have never even sniffed these belts. L, I may not have my opponents coming at me with cars, chairs, pipes, and so on but I have had a slew of opponents. I've had to battle for what is mine as have you. The fact that we have these belts sets us apart. So this Monday night let's show everyone why we are different. Let's have a battle of two very legit and awesome champions."
"L, I am easily excitable. It's my personality type. Enneagram 7 wing 8 for what it's worth. But I am very excited to step in the ring with you this week. I'm excited to go against one of APW's best. And L, I'm excited to win. See you on Monday, L."
Fade to black.
