Bawler Beckett

[TheFactor]

***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 black

[Stu]

LORD BARTHOLOMEW “BRAWLER” BECKETT: “One thing that all champions must bear is jealousy. Oh, not just the jealousy of others who, however unworthy, crave what one such as I hold. There will always be those who want what is not theirs, and who will blame those who HAVE for what they have NOT. This is not entirely a bad thing, either, for it drives those who want to reach for their goals, to strive beyond their station, to excel, to compete. And that, in turn, spurs champions like me to remain the best.

“No, the jealousy of which I speak is that of the champion himself, who will jealously guard what is his. The champion who will do everything necessary to maintain what is rightly his, the champion who will bring with him the same hunger and drive that got him his title to keep said title. That kind of jealousy also drives a man to rise to the occasion, every time … and to stop at nothing.

“So let it be known, there is a line of challengers who want what is mine, and few of them are even worthy of being in that cue. But understand, it needs more than prying one’s self out of a medical facility rehabilitation center and talking courageously to make your way to me. There are competitors through which to go, first, and until a man does that … he simply does not factor into the championship equation.”