Post by Breezy on Aug 9, 2020 18:48:00 GMT -5
“Mom, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s over. Just leave it alone.”
13 year old Eli Beazley pulls the covers over his shoulder and rolls to his side. Mrs. Beazley reaches out and rubs his back through the comforter.
“Eli, you know what I always say. You can never know where you’re going unless you…”
Eli finishes the sentence for her.
“Know where you came from.”
We flash to a shot of modern day Eli Beazley. It’s worth noting that this is a very dressed down version of the Eli we are used to. Gym shorts and a tee. He does however flash that smile that we are so used to seeing.
“Breeziacs, you know that Mama Beazley is a constant source of excellent advice. I owe so much of my success today to her. I know that isn’t the cool thing to say but it’s the truth. My mom’s advice in that moment is something that I think about a lot. There is no point in running from things that have happened. The highs and the lows of our past shape us into the people that we are today.”
Eli pauses for a second. It appears that we are inside Eli’s home. He follow him as he exits the kitchen and heads down a short hallway. Eli opens up a closet and reaches in. He pulls out an unmarked DVD.
“To understand my current state of Breezyness it’s time I show you this moment in the history of Breezy Nation. I’m going to take you all the way back to the year 2010. I had just turned 19 years old and inked a contract with my first wrestling company. It was a place called PWT. It was a pretty small company based out of Michigan. Most weeks we were wrestling for less than forty people.”
We watch as Breezy puts the DVD into his PS4 and then grabs the controller and sits down on the couch.
“I had been there for a few months when it was time for the PWT Awards. They gave awards for everything you can think of. Wrestler of the Year was the one that everyone wanted to win. Match of the Year always drew a lot of interest. I was hoping to win Best Newcomer. It was a big night. The awards were awarded based on votes from both the fans and the boys in the back. Breeziacs, your boy Breezy did indeed win an award that night. Here, I still have the tape.”
Our view of Beazley turns to a shot of that night. The quality isn’t the greatest but we see a small room packed with tables and tons of people. A man is approaching the podium. He has short brown hair and is pretty average looking. He gets a big reaction from the crowd and the name Christian Michaels pops up on the screen. He finally makes it to the podium with a trophy in one hand and a white envelope in the other.
“Alright, alright. It’s time to present an award that we save for those rare occasions we have when someone who is truly worthy of the award. Folks, this year we have just that person!”
Hootin and hollering breaks out from the crowd.
“It is my absolute honor to present the Suckiest Suck to Ever Suck award to… drum roll please… Eli Beazley!”
Laughs break out in the room and the cameras cut to a very young Eli Beazley who looks mortified. The guys around him are practically falling off of their chairs with fits of laughter. Eli looks around and then calmly stands up, buttons up his jacket and makes his way to the podium. He takes the trophy from the man and then moves behind the podium. The laughter slowly dies down and baby Eli looks out into the crowd.
“Thank you for this award.” Laughter. “No really, thank you. I’m going to look at this award every single day and it’s going to push me. It will fuel my fire.” More laughter “Next year, I’m winning Wrestler of the Year.” Huge laughter. “Laugh now. Because you won’t be laughing next year. I guarantee it.”
We watch as Eli picks up the trophy and heads back to his table. The footage cuts off and Eli nods his head.
“Winning that award did fuel me. I looked at this thing every single day. But I broke my promise. The next years ceremony came and I didn’t just win Wrestler of the year. I won wrestler, match and feud of the year. I also quit the next day and moved to a bigger fed.”
Eli turns off the TV and heads back to the hallway closet and pulls out the Suckiest Suck to Ever Suck trophy. He gives it a kiss, shows the camera and then haphazardly tosses it back into the closet. He moves past the camera and we follow him down the hallway through a door and into a pretty impressive home gym. We see a wall full of championship belts. Right in the middle of the wall is the APW Jr. Heavyweight Championship. Eli steps in front of the wall and turns back to the cameras.
“Winning that award was one of the worst moments of my life. As it was happening I was devastated. Everything in my body was telling me to run out of that room, go back to San Diego and never wrestle again. To this day, I don’t know why I went up there and accepted the award the way I did. Something just flipped inside of me. I knew right then and there that I wasn’t going to give up and in fact that I was going to give this wrestling thing everything I had. I was determined to prove each and everyone of those guys wrong. I was determined to be more successful than anyone in that room. For years it was the thing that fueled me. I have worked so hard since that day to get right here to this moment in APW. I don’t often show you guys how hard I train. I don’t talk about the hours of tape that I watch. I like to keep things light and Breezy. But there would be no Breezy if it weren’t for that kid back then.”
Eli stops talking as he looks back over his shoulder at the belts.
“I have gone on to be more successful than every wrestler in PWT. Mission accomplished. But by no means am I done. I don’t think about those dudes anymore. I have bigger aspirations. But winning that award changed my life. I didn’t run from it. I didn’t pretend that it didn’t happen. I used it to push myself. And that fire has grown inside of me. Today it’s a raging inferno. I know I can come off as easy going, but I promise you that I am working harder today than I have ever worked before. I’m at a level now that I could have dreamed of when I was 19. And now I have an opportunity to take another step in the right direction. I’m one win away from a shot at the North American championship. All I have to do is find a way to beat a damn good wrestler, a big bastard and an even bigger bastard. But I don’t want to talk about it like this. BREEZY NATION ASSEMBLE!!!”
Eli snaps his finger and through some fun editing we see a poof of smoke, some lightning and then Breezy is decked out in his finest pink wrestling robe. Feather boas are draped over his shoulders and he is wearing a pair of sunglasses.
“Breezy Nation, The Breezy One is back. Things were getting a little too serious for my liking. It’s time to lighten the mood. So let’s talk about Metal shall we. If I can win this match I get a shot at America Jackson and the North American Championship, but Breeziacs it is not going to be easy. Not at all. A one on one match with any of my opponents would be an absolute challenge. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. If I ever want to be known as anything other than a former Jr. Heavyweight Champion then I have to be able to hold my own with APW’s best. I want to start with Andrew Barnes.”
Eli smiles at the camera and waves.
“Andrew, I was pretty pumped when you signed with APW. I’ve seen some of your stuff that has been posted on social media. I was aware of your dad. And Andrew from what I have seen you are absolutely the real deal. You’ve held your own against Soul Reaver and Oblivion. There aren’t many people on the planet that can say that. I know that Reaver has the size and Oblivion… well he is Oblivion, but in my eyes you’re the guy to beat. I don’t say that lightly.”
“Maybe I will get lucky and Soul Reaver will take you out and I won’t have to worry about you. But I think this match comes down to Beazley or Barnes. And only time will tell if I have enough to beat you. I think it will come down to which one of us wants it more. Which is me of course.”
Eli laughs and then takes a deep breath.
“Oblivion. There is a dude in the match that is 7 and half feet tall and weighs over five hundred pounds and yet you are the scariest dude in the match. Obi, I’ve been in the ring with some real crazies, but I think you take the cake. Your size alone makes beating a challenge, but your also impossible to prepare for. You never know which version of Oblivion is going to show up to a match. With a shot at the belt on the line I am expecting intensity. And Oblivion the only reason that I think I can beat you is the reason that a lot of people overlook me. It’s my Breezyness. I am a go with the flow type of dude. I thrive in chaotic situations. I can adapt to anything. So you switch personalities mid match then I’ll be ready for it and able to adapt my strategy in response. The Breezy One will beat the psycho one on Monday Night.”
Another big breath from Eli and a smirk replaces the smile on his face.
“One left. Soul Reaver.”
Eli shakes his head and then looks at the camera.
“Soul Reaver this won’t be our first time in the match. We battled it out when you first arrived in APW. I still remember the beating you gave me. But what I remember most was wondering how someone like you could take orders from Jason Ryan. A real man would never follow someone like that. And Reaver now you’ve got Johnny Class barking orders at you. I don’t get it. You shouldn’t need anyone to help get you to the top. You’re the biggest dude in this place. You hit the hardest. But Reaver no one is scared of you because you are no monster. You’re a puppet. You’re a follower. Until you figure out how to do it on your own you’ll never win the big match. And from what I have seen Reaver, you’re not close to figuring that out. You’re so busy trying to appease Johnny Class that you’re going to end up fading into the background while the rest of us take APW to the top. Breezy out.”
Fade to Black.
