Post by andrew87 on Jun 25, 2022 14:49:42 GMT -5
NLW reporter Kelly Ross knocks on the door of an apartment and waits nervously for an answer. It finally opens and Jolene stands there, smirking at her.
Kelly: Hey Jo…
She’s cut off.
Jolene: Cut the shit Kelly. I didn’t like you before, I don’t like you now. You’re here to as Beau questions so let’s get it over with.
Jolene turns from a stunned Kelly and walks in the apartment. Kelly quietly follows and finds Beau Traywick sitting on his couch, PS5 controller in hand. He’s deeply invested in his shooting game when he notices Kelly.
Beau: Kelly Ross! Long time no see!
Kelly: It’s good to see you too.
Beau: I didn’t say it was good to see you, just that it’s been a while. Not really observant for a reporter are you?
Kelly: I…
Beau: Don’t answer that. Just ask the questions you got before this next game kicks off.
Kelly sits quiet for a moment, gathering her composure.
Kelly: Well, any thoughts on your loss in your first G1 match?
Beau’s demeanor sours even further.
Beau: I’m not concerning myself with ancient history. One person getting lucky doesn’t mean shit. Even a blind squirrel gets the time right twice a day.
Kelly: That’s not how the saying goes…
Jolene: Well it should be. Next question.
Kelly: How have you been preparing for your opponent this week, Cheez?
Beau smiles again and motions to the controller in his hand.
Beau: No better way to prep to kick someone’s ass than by getting in their head a little. My man fancies himself a gamer so let me play some games. I’ve been playing for almost two straight weeks. I’m sitting at a 1.5 KD right now and I’ve been drinking Code Red for four straight days.
Kelly: That sounds horrible.
Beau: Hell yeah it’s horrible. It tastes like carbonated cough medicine and my vision is fuzzy but I know exactly what I need to do to beat this little basement dweller.
Kelly: And what’s that?
Beau: Simple, I just have to bring my C game.
Kelly: Your C game?
Beau: Kelly, Kelly, I didn’t stutter. This dude is like me and ghosts.
Kelly: I don’t follow.
Beau: I don’t believe in ghosts and he doesn’t believe in himself. He knows, deep down in his bones that he’s not on my level. He also knows that he doesn’t belong in NLW and he certainly doesn’t belong in the G1. That’s where we’re different. I believe in myself. I know I belong here. One loss isn’t going to deter me. But Cheez? I am going to beat him but I’m also going to hurt him. My goal is to take him out of the G1 and out of this company so he’s not wasting a roster spot.
Beau picks his controller back up.
Beau: And that’s all, get the hell out of here.
Kelly: Hey Jo…
She’s cut off.
Jolene: Cut the shit Kelly. I didn’t like you before, I don’t like you now. You’re here to as Beau questions so let’s get it over with.
Jolene turns from a stunned Kelly and walks in the apartment. Kelly quietly follows and finds Beau Traywick sitting on his couch, PS5 controller in hand. He’s deeply invested in his shooting game when he notices Kelly.
Beau: Kelly Ross! Long time no see!
Kelly: It’s good to see you too.
Beau: I didn’t say it was good to see you, just that it’s been a while. Not really observant for a reporter are you?
Kelly: I…
Beau: Don’t answer that. Just ask the questions you got before this next game kicks off.
Kelly sits quiet for a moment, gathering her composure.
Kelly: Well, any thoughts on your loss in your first G1 match?
Beau’s demeanor sours even further.
Beau: I’m not concerning myself with ancient history. One person getting lucky doesn’t mean shit. Even a blind squirrel gets the time right twice a day.
Kelly: That’s not how the saying goes…
Jolene: Well it should be. Next question.
Kelly: How have you been preparing for your opponent this week, Cheez?
Beau smiles again and motions to the controller in his hand.
Beau: No better way to prep to kick someone’s ass than by getting in their head a little. My man fancies himself a gamer so let me play some games. I’ve been playing for almost two straight weeks. I’m sitting at a 1.5 KD right now and I’ve been drinking Code Red for four straight days.
Kelly: That sounds horrible.
Beau: Hell yeah it’s horrible. It tastes like carbonated cough medicine and my vision is fuzzy but I know exactly what I need to do to beat this little basement dweller.
Kelly: And what’s that?
Beau: Simple, I just have to bring my C game.
Kelly: Your C game?
Beau: Kelly, Kelly, I didn’t stutter. This dude is like me and ghosts.
Kelly: I don’t follow.
Beau: I don’t believe in ghosts and he doesn’t believe in himself. He knows, deep down in his bones that he’s not on my level. He also knows that he doesn’t belong in NLW and he certainly doesn’t belong in the G1. That’s where we’re different. I believe in myself. I know I belong here. One loss isn’t going to deter me. But Cheez? I am going to beat him but I’m also going to hurt him. My goal is to take him out of the G1 and out of this company so he’s not wasting a roster spot.
Beau picks his controller back up.
Beau: And that’s all, get the hell out of here.