Post by Venom 🕷 on Jul 26, 2023 15:42:28 GMT -5
Sam Sawyer.
You intrigue BEEF.
BEEF hasn’t dealt with a lot of non—binary people in his life. BEEF must admit, he has been a bit sheltered in his life. For BEEF life has been pretty much black-and-white. Male-or-female. Interacting with you has been a challenge for BEEF.
BEEF was never raised to lay a hand on a woman, but you’re not a woman even though you may present as one traditionally. So deep in BEEF’s core he believes he can’t lay a hand on you.
Of course, like everything, there’s a word around I suppose.
In BEEF’s old business it wasn’t just men who would get drunk and act stupid. In reality there were a lot more women who would get jealous that someone was dancin’ with their man. Then BEEF would have to grab a woman and throw her over his shoulder and escort them right out of the building.
So BEEF must tell himself this is just business. This is just a job, and my job is to drop all BEEGs opponents into the ground and pound them until they don’t get up anymore.
So BEEF is going to get over your appearance Sam. BEEF is going to ignore his upbringing and do the job. That’s bad news for you Sam, but even worse news for the rest of the group, because BEEF’s not going to struggle to destroy them, except.
Steve Awesome.
BEEF is one of your biggest fans. Size wise, BEEF might be your biggest fan.
Growing up when you first broke into the movie industry BEEF would hand out with his friends every Friday night and watch your flicks. We had a thing for bad movies. Maybe it was started with the Community episode where they get together and make fun of bad movies, but no matter how it started, Steve Awesome movies were at the top of the list.
We’d spend the night bashing your storylines. Bashing the lack of plot. Bashing your second tier acting. But we enjoyed it so much we couldn’t stop watching your flicks no matter how bad they were.
You’re BEEF’s hero for all the good old times you brought to BEEF and his friends.
That’s why it won’t be easy for BEEF to smash your face in.
BEEF worries that if he caves in your nose it’ll end your mediocre Hollywood career. If BEEF did that he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for ruining future good times.
BEEF will get over it, though.
Because just like BEEF will ignore his beliefs and look passed Sam’s appearance he will too put the good times out of his mind so he can take care of business with you.
Because in the end that’s all this is.
Just Business.
Now that they’re in New York and it’s closer to Night of Champions it seems BEEF has convinced his training partner El Rey into more traditional training. Both men are in the Night of Champions ring ahead of the event. They are running the ropes at the same time hitting one side and bouncing to the other over-and-over again. BEEF is copying El Rey’s form each time as they hit and bounce off. Finally after we see many sprints back-and-forth El Rey stops and says.
El Rey: I think your form is finally where it needs to be.
BEEF stands there, hands on his head, sweat dripping down his face catching his breath before he responds.
BEEF: Thanks Rey. No one has ever thought to work on that with BEEF. They look at me and think BEEF only needs to work on this or that, but running the ring is never what they see.
El Rey: I can see that. Looking at your physical attributes running the ropes doesn’t seem like a priority, but when you’re working on cardio running the ropes works two-fold. You get that cardio, and you get the lesson of how to properly run the ropes. They don’t see that. They just want to keep that body up with lifting.
BEEF: Speaking of lifting. We’ve been focusing on BEEF’s cardio that we haven’t got into training you up for power.
El Rey: Oh yeah. No biggie.
BEEF: What do you mean no biggie? That was the deal. You help BEEF with cardio and BEEF helps you with strength.
El Rey: Yeah that was just to trick you into letting me train you. I don’t need more power.
BEEF’s face turns stone and he swipes at El Rey, but El Rey dodges and quickly gets out of the ring. BEEF quickly followed and gives chase through where the floor seats would be and up the arena steps. El Rey yells over his shoulder.
El Rey: Ah! Steps. More cardio for you!
BEEF lets out a grunt and continues chasing his “friend” until they disappear onto the Concorde and we fade.
Dear Mags,
I meant to write you sooner but I lost my phone over the Hoover dam
You said you’re training Tom now, how far along is he?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your event that
And here's an autograph for all of Wombat’s kids
I wrote them on these New Era caps
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to rub your BEEF tattoo
I don’t even have a tattoo, dawg
C'mon! How fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Mags, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to work together again
I really think you and Tom Phillips need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat him better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you do something stupid, I think that you'll be doing just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but, Mags
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a friend
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was depressed and drove his car over the boarder
And had his friend in the trunk, and he was wearing wrestling gear
And in the car they found a audio recording, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was... it was you
Damn!
You intrigue BEEF.
BEEF hasn’t dealt with a lot of non—binary people in his life. BEEF must admit, he has been a bit sheltered in his life. For BEEF life has been pretty much black-and-white. Male-or-female. Interacting with you has been a challenge for BEEF.
BEEF was never raised to lay a hand on a woman, but you’re not a woman even though you may present as one traditionally. So deep in BEEF’s core he believes he can’t lay a hand on you.
Of course, like everything, there’s a word around I suppose.
In BEEF’s old business it wasn’t just men who would get drunk and act stupid. In reality there were a lot more women who would get jealous that someone was dancin’ with their man. Then BEEF would have to grab a woman and throw her over his shoulder and escort them right out of the building.
So BEEF must tell himself this is just business. This is just a job, and my job is to drop all BEEGs opponents into the ground and pound them until they don’t get up anymore.
So BEEF is going to get over your appearance Sam. BEEF is going to ignore his upbringing and do the job. That’s bad news for you Sam, but even worse news for the rest of the group, because BEEF’s not going to struggle to destroy them, except.
Steve Awesome.
BEEF is one of your biggest fans. Size wise, BEEF might be your biggest fan.
Growing up when you first broke into the movie industry BEEF would hand out with his friends every Friday night and watch your flicks. We had a thing for bad movies. Maybe it was started with the Community episode where they get together and make fun of bad movies, but no matter how it started, Steve Awesome movies were at the top of the list.
We’d spend the night bashing your storylines. Bashing the lack of plot. Bashing your second tier acting. But we enjoyed it so much we couldn’t stop watching your flicks no matter how bad they were.
You’re BEEF’s hero for all the good old times you brought to BEEF and his friends.
That’s why it won’t be easy for BEEF to smash your face in.
BEEF worries that if he caves in your nose it’ll end your mediocre Hollywood career. If BEEF did that he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for ruining future good times.
BEEF will get over it, though.
Because just like BEEF will ignore his beliefs and look passed Sam’s appearance he will too put the good times out of his mind so he can take care of business with you.
Because in the end that’s all this is.
Just Business.
Now that they’re in New York and it’s closer to Night of Champions it seems BEEF has convinced his training partner El Rey into more traditional training. Both men are in the Night of Champions ring ahead of the event. They are running the ropes at the same time hitting one side and bouncing to the other over-and-over again. BEEF is copying El Rey’s form each time as they hit and bounce off. Finally after we see many sprints back-and-forth El Rey stops and says.
El Rey: I think your form is finally where it needs to be.
BEEF stands there, hands on his head, sweat dripping down his face catching his breath before he responds.
BEEF: Thanks Rey. No one has ever thought to work on that with BEEF. They look at me and think BEEF only needs to work on this or that, but running the ring is never what they see.
El Rey: I can see that. Looking at your physical attributes running the ropes doesn’t seem like a priority, but when you’re working on cardio running the ropes works two-fold. You get that cardio, and you get the lesson of how to properly run the ropes. They don’t see that. They just want to keep that body up with lifting.
BEEF: Speaking of lifting. We’ve been focusing on BEEF’s cardio that we haven’t got into training you up for power.
El Rey: Oh yeah. No biggie.
BEEF: What do you mean no biggie? That was the deal. You help BEEF with cardio and BEEF helps you with strength.
El Rey: Yeah that was just to trick you into letting me train you. I don’t need more power.
BEEF’s face turns stone and he swipes at El Rey, but El Rey dodges and quickly gets out of the ring. BEEF quickly followed and gives chase through where the floor seats would be and up the arena steps. El Rey yells over his shoulder.
El Rey: Ah! Steps. More cardio for you!
BEEF lets out a grunt and continues chasing his “friend” until they disappear onto the Concorde and we fade.
Dear Mags,
I meant to write you sooner but I lost my phone over the Hoover dam
You said you’re training Tom now, how far along is he?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your event that
And here's an autograph for all of Wombat’s kids
I wrote them on these New Era caps
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to rub your BEEF tattoo
I don’t even have a tattoo, dawg
C'mon! How fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Mags, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to work together again
I really think you and Tom Phillips need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat him better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you do something stupid, I think that you'll be doing just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but, Mags
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a friend
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was depressed and drove his car over the boarder
And had his friend in the trunk, and he was wearing wrestling gear
And in the car they found a audio recording, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was... it was you
Damn!
