Post by Venom 🕷 on Jul 25, 2023 13:47:14 GMT -5
Florida. Man.
Our paths just keep on crossing lately, don’t they?
First you end up taking Marty Donovan’s place in the XHF Phoenix Championship match against BEEF and now we find ourselves squaring off again.
BEEF has known a lot of people like you. Living in Georgia we would get a lot of Floridians who would come up to our beautiful state. They know their state is a shithole that only old people want to move to so they can die. They want to go somewhere beautiful where people actually like to live there. They would come to my place of business and act a fool, just like you because they think they can do whatever they like.
BEEF would take great pleasure in escorting the creeps like you the fuck out of his place of business.
All you Floridians are the same. You talk loud. You act a fool. You think the news about how crazy people from Florida are will make people afraid of you. You live up to the stereotypes thinking people will let their guard down, but not BEEF.
BEEF sees right through you.
BEEF has had a lifetime of dealing with Florida crazies like you, and at Night of Champions it will be just another day at the office for BEEF.
It’s time for BEEF to take out the trash, and you, Mr. Florida Man, are the biggest pile of trash in BEEF’s way.
BEEF’s never been rush, but this feels illegal.
We hear BEEF before we see him. When the scene does cut in he’s in a weird place. He’s climbing up a green wall with El Rey strapped to his back.
El Rey: Nothings illegal when you’re as rich as I am. Everything has a price.
BEEF: BEEF feels like he’s heard someone say something like that before.
El Rey: Sounds like something Mongo would say.
BEEF grunts as he reaches up and continues to climb struggling to carry his body weight and El Rey’s.
BEEF: You say nothing is illegal, but BEEF doesn’t…present…like you do.
El Rey: Hey. I’m brown too!
BEEF: Yeah, but BEEF is more brown if you know what I mean.
El Rey: Fine. This might be slightly illegal, but Zoran taught me that the best ways to train are the unconventional ones, and what’s more unconventional than this?
BEEF struggles and reaches a ledge and pulls himself up and over the ledge and we cut out to see they have just climbed up to the torch of the Statue of Liberty.
BEEF: There’s a lot more things we could do that’s unconventional that is legal. Hell, we could’ve even stayed in Vegas and climbed that Statue of Liberty. It would’ve been much easier for BEEF to climb that one.
El Rey: You’re the one who didn’t like the training I was coming up with and the NoC venue is in the Big Apple.
BEEF: BEEF thinks you have a weird way of training, but it is affective.
El Rey: Glad you’re finally on board. Now let’s get out of here before they realize how we got up here.
El Rey unstraps himself from BEEF’s back and heads for the stairs. BEEF doubles over with the weight of El Rey off his back and we fade.
Dear Mister I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Friends,
This'll be the last message I ever send your ass
It's been six weeks and still no word. I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two emails;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my voice message I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now heading to Mexico, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey BEEF, I drank a fifth of protein shake, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air Tonight"
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me
Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand antidepressants and I’m cryin’
And all I wanted was a lousy email or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, BEEF, we could've been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See, BEEF,—shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey, BEEF, that's Tom Phillips screaming in the trunk,
But I didn't beat him, I just tied him up. See, I ain't like you
'Cause I’m going to make him to wrestle in Mexico to replace you, and then he’ll be big, too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the boarder now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
Our paths just keep on crossing lately, don’t they?
First you end up taking Marty Donovan’s place in the XHF Phoenix Championship match against BEEF and now we find ourselves squaring off again.
BEEF has known a lot of people like you. Living in Georgia we would get a lot of Floridians who would come up to our beautiful state. They know their state is a shithole that only old people want to move to so they can die. They want to go somewhere beautiful where people actually like to live there. They would come to my place of business and act a fool, just like you because they think they can do whatever they like.
BEEF would take great pleasure in escorting the creeps like you the fuck out of his place of business.
All you Floridians are the same. You talk loud. You act a fool. You think the news about how crazy people from Florida are will make people afraid of you. You live up to the stereotypes thinking people will let their guard down, but not BEEF.
BEEF sees right through you.
BEEF has had a lifetime of dealing with Florida crazies like you, and at Night of Champions it will be just another day at the office for BEEF.
It’s time for BEEF to take out the trash, and you, Mr. Florida Man, are the biggest pile of trash in BEEF’s way.
BEEF’s never been rush, but this feels illegal.
We hear BEEF before we see him. When the scene does cut in he’s in a weird place. He’s climbing up a green wall with El Rey strapped to his back.
El Rey: Nothings illegal when you’re as rich as I am. Everything has a price.
BEEF: BEEF feels like he’s heard someone say something like that before.
El Rey: Sounds like something Mongo would say.
BEEF grunts as he reaches up and continues to climb struggling to carry his body weight and El Rey’s.
BEEF: You say nothing is illegal, but BEEF doesn’t…present…like you do.
El Rey: Hey. I’m brown too!
BEEF: Yeah, but BEEF is more brown if you know what I mean.
El Rey: Fine. This might be slightly illegal, but Zoran taught me that the best ways to train are the unconventional ones, and what’s more unconventional than this?
BEEF struggles and reaches a ledge and pulls himself up and over the ledge and we cut out to see they have just climbed up to the torch of the Statue of Liberty.
BEEF: There’s a lot more things we could do that’s unconventional that is legal. Hell, we could’ve even stayed in Vegas and climbed that Statue of Liberty. It would’ve been much easier for BEEF to climb that one.
El Rey: You’re the one who didn’t like the training I was coming up with and the NoC venue is in the Big Apple.
BEEF: BEEF thinks you have a weird way of training, but it is affective.
El Rey: Glad you’re finally on board. Now let’s get out of here before they realize how we got up here.
El Rey unstraps himself from BEEF’s back and heads for the stairs. BEEF doubles over with the weight of El Rey off his back and we fade.
Dear Mister I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Friends,
This'll be the last message I ever send your ass
It's been six weeks and still no word. I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two emails;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my voice message I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now heading to Mexico, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey BEEF, I drank a fifth of protein shake, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air Tonight"
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me
Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand antidepressants and I’m cryin’
And all I wanted was a lousy email or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, BEEF, we could've been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See, BEEF,—shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey, BEEF, that's Tom Phillips screaming in the trunk,
But I didn't beat him, I just tied him up. See, I ain't like you
'Cause I’m going to make him to wrestle in Mexico to replace you, and then he’ll be big, too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the boarder now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
