Post by Venom š· on Jul 9, 2023 0:06:20 GMT -5
Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump
We hear the sounds of a loud Las Vegas night club and soon we see the people dancing happily on the dance floor. Men and women alike get their dance on holding their drinks up high in the air. We donāt stay on the dancing people long, though. We slowly cut to the VIP lounge sitting high above the dance floor looking down at the bustling night club. In the lounge sits the XHF Phoenix Champion BEEF. He looks down on the crowd. He seems especially interested in the bouncer as he removes a man who was getting a little too handsy with a female dancer. BEEF watches intently, not breaking his focus, until a waitress walks in with a bottle of Dom on ice. BEEF acknowledges the waitress, but waves her off. He turns back as the man is being dragged out by the bouncer.
BEEF: It wasnāt long ago that that guy down there was BEEF. Lifting up guys who had one too many drinks and couldnāt keep their hands to themselves. Dragging out guys who got a little liquid courage and thought they could take on anyone in the club. It wasnāt the greatest job in the world, but BEEF was good at at.
BEEF rubs his chin reminiscing as he continues to watch as the bouncer gets the man out the front door.
BEEF: The place BEEF worked at in Downtown Atlanta was a lot like this. People of all types in one place for just one purpose, to enjoy a night out. It was a night a lot like this that was BEEFās last night as a bouncer and first night as a bodyguard.
BEEF turns his attention from the fray down below and for the first time looks directly at the camera.
BEEF: BEEF was at work and there was a commotion coming from the VIP room. As he does, BEEF parted the dance floor like it was the Red Sea and made his way to the VIP room to find a man trying to push passed the doorman because his girl decided sheād rather be with a VIP than him.
BEEF laughs remembering the moment like it was yesterday.
BEEF: BEEF picked the man up by the back of his shirt like BEEF was the daddy dog picking up his child by the gruff of its neck. I looked him in the eye and asked him if he wanted to walk out or be dragged. He calmed down in a hurry and mumbled that āshe wasnāt worth itā and disappeared into the dance floor. Another day on the job for BEEF, until I got called into the VIP room.
BEEF pauses for effect.
BEEF: Inside was a man of vaguely heard of back in the day when all my friends were into pro-wrestling, James Mueller. He was the one who the guys girl chose, but he sent her packing once he saw BEEF. I thought it was a little weird, but he was new in town and starting a new business with his friend. He asked if BEEF ever wanted to be a wrestler. After a hearty laugh BEEF realized he was serious.
BEAT
BEEF: BEEF declined, but agreed to be his bodyguard. The way he was with women, he needed one. But as soon as GUNS got started, BEEF got the itch. BEEF volunteered to beat up some guys with a mask of the owner on and that held BEEF over, but eventually BEEF couldnāt fight it anymore. BEEF had to compete. BEEF had to learn the art form heād been watching all the time. Then BEEF had the urge to do more and more. Grabbing people by the neck and tossing them out of the club couldnāt cut it anymore, but BEEF still misses his old life. This, though, doesnāt compare to tossing men around in the ring. Nothing does.
BEEF turns back to the crowd and watches as another man is being drug out by the bouncer. BEEF smiles as we fade.
Doo do Doo Doo
The sound of a FaceTime call rings. The screen stays black for a moment and then after a huff the screen lights up.
BEEF: Yo.
El Rey: BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF!
BEEF: āSup.
El Rey: Whats up bestie?
BEEF letās out a humph.
El Rey: I mean howās training going for the match?
BEEF: Itās goinā fine. BEEFās got this.
El Rey: Of course you do. I know this guy. I faced him twice last year. Heās a push over. Heās some super villain cosplay dork. He doesnāt stand a chance against you. Honestly, not even sure heāll actually show up when he sees itās you heās facing.
BEEF: Yup.
El Rey: I mean, if he couldnāt beat me to take the X*Crown in a multi-man, and then couldnāt beat me in a dance contest one-on-one then he doesnāt stand a chance against you in the ring.
BEEF: Didnāt you punch him in the dick?
El Rey: I donāt know, Iāve punched a lot of people in the dick. If I did, he deserved it, but back to you big man, you wonāt even have to train to beat this guy.
BEEF: Probably not, but I still will.
El Rey: Of course you will. Youāre a well oiled machine. Gotta feed that body the fuel it needs to keep going, but really you donāt need to. Heās a push over. Youāve got an easy ride to Night of Champions. Should be a way easier journey than Iāve got.
BEEF: Arenāt you already at Night of Champions as champ?
El Rey: Iāve had to win for months to get here. All you had to do was win one Iron Man match and not beat this masked idiot. So much easier.
BEEF: Sure.
El Rey: Anyway, I just canāt wait to watch you bench press this fool and toss him into the front row. Send him back to Comic-Con.
BEEF: You mean CAR.
El Rey: Exactly. Back with his stupid skeleton crew. Literally!
El Rey begins laughing historically at his own joke and BEEF jabs his massive index finger on the end call button.]
BEEF stands alone in the quiet Diamond Training Facility. Everyone is long gone, but BEEF remains. Sweat covers his tank top as he stands next to the weight bench. He smirks as he sees the camera light flick on. He wipes sweat from his forehead and speaks.
BEEF: People keep telling BEEF that heās made for the main event. They say BEEFās body is a gift from god. They say that how quickly BEEF has picked is something out of a comic book. They donāt see what BEEF puts into this, though.
Beat.
BEEF: BEEF doesnāt look like this because whatever god you believe in blessed BEEF more than your god has blessed you. No. BEEF looks like this because he worked all his life to look like this. BEEF has been a gym rat his entire life to look like this. The way I have taken to this art form isnāt because I was bit by a radioactive wrestler. No. I have taken to this because before I seriously hit the ring I learned from everyone I could. James Mueller. Magnus. El Rey. Jack Diamond. I have taken in everything each one of them has taught me and turned it into my repertoire. What BEEF has become is because of the work BEEF has put in.
Beat.
BEEF: Lord Dominicus on the other hand no only isnāt blessed, but he also doesnāt work hard. He hides away in CAR and avoids real competition until it benefits him. Heās a grease monkey who dabbles in wrestling. He doesnāt put the work in like BEEF does. He hasnāt trained with the legends like BEEF has. Sure, heās had a long career. Heās had some accomplishments, but he is not BEEF.
Beat.
BEEF: BEEF is built like a comic book villain while Lord Dominicus just acts like one. BEEF can squash the heroes of this business like a comic book villain while Lord Dominicus canāt even squash the Disney themed car in a race. This is BEEFās match to win. Not because everyone thinks BEEF is far superior. Not because Lord Dominicus is clearly far inferior. Because BEEF will show up, work hard, and squash anyone thatās put in his way.
Fade.
