***Scene opens at the Greco Wyld School of Wrestling main gym, where the recently returned Factor is doing some lat presses with a spotter***
FACTOR: "So, after weeks of rehab and constantly checking in with the PWA medical staff, I get a surprise phone call. 'All tests came back negative, rehab looking good. If you're not in any pain, we can clear you to compete. How does that sound?' Quick Fact: that sounds amazing. So bam, booked in to Battery. Matched up against Arthur Solomon, who I believe was the Captain of the S.S. Minnow."
FACTOR: "It's a good match, a back and forth contest. We're feeling each other out, I'm trying a few things... but I keep getting distracted. By this gadfly. This preening popinjay in purple. Hopping up on the apron like he's going for a six star. Winging and moaning at Bill White. 'The count is too slow! The count is too fast! He's cheating somehow! He's hurting my poor friend!' Once again, Bawler Beckett lives up to the name. Bawler Beckett, who bought a vacant laneway lot in Scotland, printed out a certificate and calls himself a Lord. Bawler Beckett, who never saw a woman over fifty he didn't want to seduce. Bawler Beckett, who0se SAT scores probably fell somewhere between Nakamura Yamasaki and Mangas the Tank Engine."
FACTOR: "I can't believe my good friend and associate Scotland aka MacRob hasn't already called for a piece. Fact Check, Beckett: you wanna keep that shiny gold belt, you might wanna go pay some homage, and you definitely want to think twice before trying to interfere in The Factor's matches.
Because, you know.... Only One Question Remains."
***Now fired up, The Factor continues to do reps at an increased pace as the scene fades to blackStatistics: Posted by TheFactor — Wed May 05, 2021 11:12 pm
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