Post by Billy on Sept 29, 2015 11:58:31 GMT -5
MEEK
The next scene opens up on the closeup of Billy’s phone once more. Billy’s finger appears on the screen as he reaches up and presses the play button on the fourth voicemail in the list.Male Voice: Hey you fat piece of shit, this is your boss, Seth Lerch. Why don’t you and your 10 chins get the hell in my office RIGHT DAMN NOW! See you later, fatty!
Billy’s finger hesitates on the phone and the area around the knuckle grows white indicating a grip on the phone before it finally leaves the screen, which fades out. The next scene we are brought to is the lavish office of WCF’s owner Seth Lerch. There’s a pile of money on Seth’s desk he is staring at it with a wild eyed look on his face. He laughs maniacally as he tosses it into the air, making it rain Washingtons. Yes, Washingtons, because despite how rich he is, Seth would never take a chance at losing a hundred dollar bill in his money throwing fits. A knock on the door causes his head to snap towards the sound.
Seth Lerch: WHO THE HELL IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR!?
The door opens up and Billy slowly peeks his head through the door.
Seth Lerch: GET IN HERE!
Billy quickly hurries into the room.
Billy: Yes, sir, you asked to see me.
Seth Lerch: THAT WAS LIKE A WEEK AGO, DID IT REALLY TAKE YOUR FAT ASS THIS LONG TO GET IN HERE??
Billy looks down at the ground and shrugs.
Seth Lerch: Ok, the whole screaming at the top of my lungs bit with everything I say is getting old. Look, here.
Seth grabs a fistful of dollar bills and hands them to Billy who gives him a confused look.
Seth Lerch: That’s your paycheck this month.
Billy’s face turns white. Seth roars out laughing.
Seth Lerch: I’m kidding you fat fuck. This is actually for you to do whatever you want with it. If I didn’t give it to you, you were gonna get it anyway when your mother pulled it out of her g-string after a night at the strip club.
Billy glares at Seth who doubles over in his chair laughing.
Seth Lerch: Ok I’m done. Let’s not make fun of your mother since she’s not here. Let’s make fun of you! So you’re in this War match next Sunday. Let’s be honest here. You have no shot at winning.
Billy sits there saying nothing.
Seth Lerch: You being in the match is just a joke. Hell you being on the main roster is a joke. You know you’re not still on the jobber roster because you entertain me.
Billy has a confused look on his face but then smiles. Seth shakes his head no.
Seth Lerch: No, that’s not a good thing. Watching you take a break every 15 feet on the way to the ring amuses me. Watching you pull candy bars out of your little bag during the match is hilarious to me, Billy. Watching you waddle down to the ring and spend 10 minutes trying to climb into the ring will be hilarious. By the time you climb into the ring, the four next entrants in the match will already be in the match.
Billy’s face is turning a little red.
Seth Lerch: Then everyone is going to turn on you right away and take you out of the match. They can’t have a threat as fucking fat and big as you in the ring during this match. You’ll be so tired by the time you get in that one big move from anyone and you’ll be down on the mat and pinned right away.
Billy says the next line quietly.
Billy: You’re wrong.
Seth grins and cocks his head to the side, cupping his ear.
Seth Lerch: What was that?
Billy speaks louder.
Billy: I said you’re wrong.
Seth Lerch looks at Billy with an amused look on his face.
Seth Lerch: Oh I am wrong, am I? What do you mean? Will your heart finally fail your big body and give out, causing you to be carted back before the match even starts.
Billy: You’re wrong, because I’m going to win.
Seth Lerch laughs.
Seth Lerch: What? The fattest entrant of War ever?
Seth Lerch doubles over again laughing. Billy’s face gets a little redder. Seth finally stops laughing. He gives Billy a serious look.
Seth Lerch: How about I make you a trade?
Billy: A trade for what?
Seth Lerch: In exchange for you trying to win War, what if I promise you….
Seth Lerch claps his hands loudly. Another door in his office opens up and several trays on carts are carted in by attractive looking women. They all stop with their carts in front of Billy. They reach to the handle of the lid and each one removes it, showing all kinds of scrumptious treats and meals. Seth smirks at Billy whose mouth starts watering. Seth waves the women off and slaps one of them on the ass as she walks away, causing her to yelp and turn to Seth with a grin. She turns and walks out of the room with the other women. Seth turns back to Billy, barely peeking over the pile of money on his table.
Seth Lerch: You wanted this whole free food movement and I know your weakness Billy. You’re fat. That’s your weakness and the only thing a fat person can do is eat. So eat, Billy. EAT!
Billy reaches over to the nearest tray, an overflowing plate of nachos and cheese, topped with sour cream, jalapenos, tomatoes, and salsa. He stops short. Seth stands up quickly.
Billy: No.
Seth Lerch: What do you mean? Forget War. Just eat. I’ll even get you one of those ring carts for you to ride into down to the ring and you can climb in and lay down and be pinned right away.
Billy: No.
Seth Lerch: Ok, can you say more than one or two words at a time? Oh wait, no you can’t because your cheeks are so fat that only a couple of words can escape at a time.
Billy: Stop with the fat jokes and putting me down.
Seth Lerch: I’m Seth Lerch and I’ll do and say whatever I want. Besides, John Barber isn’t here to get in my face like the other week so what are you going to do about it?
Billy: Do it one more time.
Seth Lerch: I would but I’m running out of oxygen in here because you’re taking it all up with every inhale of your fat ass fuc---
Billy stands up and shoves the desk backwards, pushing Seth with it until he has Seth pinned against the wall. Seth yells out in pain and looks at Billy with disbelief. Billy is pissed.
Billy: You’re not going to make fun of me anymore or the next time this table won’t be between us. You’re not going to stop me from entering War. I don’t need your ring cart. I don’t need your food. I’m showing up to War. I’m eliminating anyone between me and winning War. I’m done with people walking all over me.
Seth coughs and looks at Billy and says the next line weakly.
Seth Lerch: You will fail, Billy, and I will laugh. Like this.
Seth laughs but it comes out real weakly.
Seth Lerch: Well, not like that, but it will be funny to me when you lose. Now get the hell out of my office!!
Billy smirks at Seth.
Billy: Gladly.
Billy lets go of the table and turns towards the door and storms out the door the women entered and exited. A few seconds later he comes back out the door, crossing the office.
Billy: You have a closet full of hot women just standing there. I don’t get it.
Billy exits the correct door this time. Seth slowly pushes the desk off of himself. He reaches down in rage and attempts to flip the table, but he’s too weak to do it. He yells out in rage.
Seth Lerch: TABLE FLIP DOT GIF!!!
The office scene fades out and we’re back in the room with Billy in front of the laptop again. He speaks.
Billy: Meek. It’s another one of my flaws I’ve dealt with my entire life. I’ve always been meek. I’ve never really stood up for myself, but my talk with Dr. Hendrickson and looking at myself has made it clear that if I want to win War, I need to overcome all my flaws, even ones that are not the most comfortable for me to deal with. So, the next few entrants for War, they’re not necessarily meek, but they are the type of people I’ve dealt with all my life who made my flaws shine and hold me back.
Zombie McMorris has to be the prime example of the people who have verbally and mentally beaten me down. He’s nasty, crude, evil, and vile. He’s constantly putting people down and he’s overall not a nice person. I’m sure listening to this he is proud of those words, but I’m tired of people like him pushing around people like me. “ZMac” you don’t have one of them Twittin accounts to hide behind at War. No, you gotta face the people in person that you run your mouth to online. Sure, you’ve probably not run your mouth about me yet, but I know it’s coming and I know you’ve wanted to. I mean why not? I’m such an easy target for someone like you.
Looking at your career, you seem to be best when you can hide behind the computer screen and don’t have to step into the ring that much. Yeah you’ve won a couple of titles outside of your revered Internet title, but I mean anyone who has been here long enough can win some titles. I guess it’s lucky for you that you’re fighting for the Internet title. Maybe you can win that so that being eliminated from War won’t be so bad. I heard you talk about turning every division in WCF into gold by touching it, maybe you can make that claim about War when you eat the mat. You like to talk about Boot Party, well let me tell you my boot is bigger than yours…
So next is Los Tiburones, the TV champion and member of #BeachKrew. It’s odd that no one has really mentioned you that has talked about War. I would think you’re a good shot at winning the thing, but apparently the field doesn’t believe that, including your teammates such as Wade Moor. Maybe they think you’re going to eat the mat so hard during the TV title match that you won’t be able to even compete.
I’m not taking my chances though. I don’t like this whole #BeachKrew group. You do nothing more than remind me of those jerks in high school who picked on everyone they didn’t like. You’re at the forefront of this group and define it. I look at you, Los Tiburones, and see the kids that picked on me and gave me a hard time in high school and I have a good feeling that anyone who watches me these two weeks before War is going to see that those are exactly the types of people that I hate the most right now. They’re the types that I plan to rid WCF of. So you are just shy of reaching the top of my list at War. I’m large enough that I will crush you and your whole #Krew.
I’ve seen you bully people online, but just like I said to ZMac, you won’t have your precious computer with you in the ring at War. You’re going to have your mask and your friends beside you. The bullying stops at War. You better hope that Teo takes you out, because if he doesn’t, I will finish you off.
Wade Moor. Another of WCF’s bullies. Another internet badass. Another guy in the Internet title match. Another member of #BeachKrew. I think WCF would like nothing more than to watch your entire #Krew drown in the center of the ring. My cannonball is deadly Wade Moor and if you’re in my way at War, you will feel it first-hand.
You’re another person who would be better off just being taken out in your earlier match. I guess it’s a blessing in disguise though. It would be easier to beat some other Internet bullies and use that as an excuse when you fall at War, right?
So David Sanchez has got to be one of the most dangerous individuals in this match and in WCF as a whole. Everyone’s worried about Dune and Flash in the world title match, but even a rookie, a noobie like me, can see David Sanchez just sitting up top watching the two of them, ready to strike and take the world title for himself. I don’t even hear anyone talking about Sanchez in their promos and it’s clear why: they’re scared of the guy.
David Sanchez has to be one of the most likely to win War and that’s why I won’t be taking him lightly. I’m not stupid though, I won’t seek him out in the middle of the match, but I will definitely not back down from him if we go face-to-face. He’s thrown his opponents and decimated them for months, but I’m not thrown around, I’m not decimated. A human genetic monster like Ultimate Destroyer couldn’t take me out. Yeah, Ultimate Destroyer isn’t the best wrestler in the business, but if he’s not able to overpower me, what makes you think you are, Sanchez?
So I’ve talked about how great Sanchez is in this company, but I don’t admire the guy. I know he’s not a nice guy and has to be one of the most evil on the roster. Evil will not always prosper and neither will you, Sanchez.
You can’t talk about David Sanchez lately without talking about Alex Richards. One of the cornerstones of the newer Pantheon from the last year. Pantheon is spoken of highly in WCF by a lot of people. It has seen some of the greatest wrasslers WCF has ever seen, but it seems that not everyone benefits from the group. Not everyone rises to the top of the fed with the group’s help. Chelsea Armstrong is a recent example. Where is she? Jay Omega? He just returned after disappearing for a while. Alex Richards hasn’t really benefitted from being in the group again. I said earlier that Purse just can’t move on, but if you ask me, it’s Pantheon as a whole that can’t move on.
People like Alex Richards probably think that the Trios title will breathe new life into his faction, but it’s clear that it’s doing nothing more than putting them on borrowed time.
The scene fades out.
GULLIBLE
The scene opens up again to Billy’s cell phone and he presses the play button on the fifth and final voicemail in the list.
Male Voice: Yo, Big Willy Styles, what’s up, man? It’s Robbie. We need to catch up, bro. It’s been a while! Hit me back!
The scene opens back up to the coast somewhere in the Miami area. The focus of the scene is one of those open air tiki bars on the sand. There are people gathered around some of the tables, laughing and drinking and having a good time. The bar is packed out and people are cheering on some kind of sporting event. It appears to be some sort of MMA contest, likely UFC.
There’s a lone table with a guy wearing shorts and a blue button down shirt, untucked. He sips at his drink as he occasionally glances at the TV screens. He takes one more sip and puts it down with a grin as he looks off screen. He holds his hands up in the air.
Man: BILLY!!! You son of a bitch!
The camera zooms out some and then some more….and then some more until it finally can fit Billy into the shot. He awkwardly hurries through the sand over to the man and they clasp hands and pound a fist on each other’s backs.
Billy: Hey Robbie. How you doing?
Robbie gestures to the table and both of them climb up onto their stools, Billy’s attempt at doing so being rather shaky with his large frame. Robbie turns and gestures towards a waitress to get Billy the same drink Robbie is having. Robbie turns back to Billy.
Robbie: Dude, I’m doing awesome. Just working that 9-to-5 grind. What about you, how you doing?
Billy shrugs.
Billy: Just a professional wrestler.
Robbie acts surprised.
Robbie: No shit, dude? That mean you’re on TV?
Billy nods.
Billy: Yeah I am.
Robbie: Yeah, I did hear the other day about what happened with Val.
Billy stops and looks at Robbie.
Billy: You did?
Robbie laughs lightly.
Robbie: Yeah man, she was talking about it on her Facebook, bro.
Billy tenses and stares at Robbie for a few seconds. Robbie leans back and holds his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.
Robbie: Hey, easy, Billy. That’s not why I’m here. Yeah, I dated Val back in the day and we were close, but me and you were close, too, man. That’s all water under the bridge.
Billy relaxes.
Billy: Not really. What happened with her isn’t water under the bridge. I put her in her place and I’m done with that. I haven’t forgotten what happened.
Robbie: Well hey look, I wasn’t bringing that up to make you mad. I brought you out here to catch up.
Robbie glances back at the screens again. The crowd cheers loudly as one of the competitors is taking a beating. Robbie glares at the TV, but turns back to Billy.
Billy: So what do you actually do now?
Robbie: You could call me an investment manager. I take people’s money, turn it into major gains, and make them rich. Of course, I get a cut as well though.
Billy: Oh yeah? You gotta be well off then, right?
Robbie: Yeah I do ok. Some investments don’t work out, others explode into big money. That’s kinda why I asked you out here.
Billy: For what?
Robbie: I wanted to spread the wealth. We were such great friends back in school and I wanted to become great friends again. That’s awesome though that you’re in the big leagues now. I figured you were playing ball somewhere like we did back in high school or a business man somewhere, but hell a professional wrestler with the most popular wrestling company??
Billy gives Robbie a confused look and shrugs.
Billy: Yeah, they pay us pretty good. I’m not high up in the company yet to be getting the bigger checks like some of them guys.
Robbie swallows as he stares at the screen and the contest is over. His knuckles turn a little while as he makes a fist.
Robbie: So, you gotta checkbook here with you? We could go to an ATM if you need to.
Billy leans back.
Billy: I didn’t say yes to investing with you or anything.
Robbie: Whaaat? Come on, Billy, what’s up, bro? You gonna hold out on me like that? We can make big gains, buddy.
Billy: I’m not sure I feel comfortable with giving my money out like that.
Robbie gets an annoyed look on his face.
Robbie: Billy, dude, I thought we were friends, man? Why are you holding out? I know you got that big War check coming to you soon, you got the cash!
Billy grins.
Billy: I knew it. You said something earlier about me being with the most popular wrasslin company and you just mentioned War.
Robbie: Yeah? So what? You’re in WCF.
Billy: I never mentioned what company I was in and you didn’t even know I was a wrassler when we first sat down.
Robbie: What are you accusing me of, Billy?
Billy: You’re lying and trying to pull one over on me. You think I’m still as gullible as I’ve been in the past. See, a couple of weeks ago if you had tried to pull one over on me, it probably would have worked.
Robbie: What? Come on? Ok, so I told a little white lie. We’re friends though, ma---
Billy cuts him off.
Billy: No, see, that’s another thing. We were never friends.
Robbie looks taken aback.
Billy: How stupid do you think I am? We weren’t friends in school. You picked on me every day. Wedgies, noogies, purple nurples. You were one of the people who laughed at me at the prom as well. No, my eyes have been opened up these past couple of weeks.
Robbie laughs.
Robbie: Yeah, you’re right. I never liked you.
Billy glares at Robbie. Robbie leans in.
Robbie: You were always such an easy target. A fat piece of shit who tried to be friends with everyone. You were so annoying. You know, here’s something you don’t know. Val’s little deception, the little prank, it was all my idea. I orchestrated it all and I was the one who was banging her.
Billy sees red as he launches up from the table with the agility of a tiger. The crowd at the bar quickly turns from the post-fight interviews on TV as Billy grabs Robbie and plants him hard on the sand and starts wailing on him. The bouncers run over and it takes a few of them but they pull Billy off of Robbie. The bouncers wrestle Billy out of the vicinity and tell him to leave. He turns around with a pissed off look on his face, catching the eye of Robbie across the bar, who has a trickle of blood trailing from his right eyebrow.
Billy turns and walks away as the scene fades out. The scene fades in one last time to the room with the laptop, Billy’s eyes staring at the camera.
Billy: So another of my flaws apparently is that I’m a very gullible, really trusting person. As you can see, I’m quickly gaining a bit of a chip on my shoulder these last two weeks over how I’ve noticed people in my life have treated me. So let’s round out the field of entrants with these last few guys.
Kyle Kemp, the People’s champ. We were in a match together my second week on the main roster. My popularity with the people and with the higher-ups had increased so much so quickly that I was specifically placed in that match and you barely overcame that. At the risk of making myself look bad, how does it feel for a super obese rookie who barely has any wrasslin experience to walk in and nearly take your precious belt away?
I should have been an easy conquest for you and yet anyone in the back saw you sweating profusely over the thought of facing me. Just know that I’m eventually coming back for that belt, because it belongs to a real champion of the people not some scum like you. Seeing you in #BeachKrew is kinda odd. You’re one of the more out of place members and I can say that as someone who was a huge WCF fan just recently and was not a wrassler yet. You’re someone who brags about being better than other people and above everyone so you join the group who makes that as a whole. Some people would think that makes sense, but to the rest of us with half a brain, it’s a bit confusing. Someone who is better than everybody wouldn’t join such a childish group and they wouldn’t join a group at all actually.
I guess maybe you think they’re a group on the rise and wanted to attach your star to them, but sadly they are slowly drowning and none of them can see it.
Teo Del Sol. Even though you don’t have the TV title right now, your star has already risen tremendously here in WCF. You got a win over the legendary Jonny Fly and even though he hasn’t been as dominant this year compared to previous years, a win over Fly is a win over Fly. I like you. You’re fighting against people like Los Tiburones and the more hated people in the company have their eye on you and don’t like you, so obviously you’re doing your job. People consider you a huge underdog and you were even called the Ultimate Underdog, but that title is going to switch hands quicker than your TV title after War. Speaking of War and the TV title, I wish you luck and hope that you beat Los Tiburones. The less #BeachKrew has to brag about, the better for us all.
So then there’s Jay Omega. Congratulations on becoming a champion right after you returned when you won the Trios title with Alex Richards and Jeff Purse. I may give you some congrats on that, but I have to shake my head at the way your team won. You’re the guy who took Bates out and down and instead of Purse quickly tagging you in and letting you get the pin, you’re pushed to the background. When people like you, Alex Richards, and Chelsea Armstrong were brought into Pantheon, it opened eyes. Not that wide for you because back then you were a pretty big talent.
That’s changed and Pantheon seems to have been the hand behind that. Let’s be honest here, Pantheon has always been looked at as a group full of talent, but the reality is that they grab up the top talent so that they can better decide who is the best in the company. They take people and use them as pawns to try and rule the company. Pantheon does not make people great. Look at Alex Richards and Chelsea. They’ve gone nowhere while in Pantheon. Hell, one of the members of the group died in Scarecrow. Jay Price was kicked out because he didn’t stay in his place in the shadows behind people like Corey Black and Jonny Fly.
Then there’s you. The former US champion, the former hardcore champion. It’s clear that you and Alex Richards were brought into Pantheon just to cover their bases of titles. They didn’t want you to improve, they wanted you to stay in the hardcore division and it was obvious before your recent departure that you don’t want to go anywhere else. Is it because going for the US title took so much out of you? Maybe. Well, have fun chasing Torture around ringside and going for a lower tier title. It’s perfect for a man that has become a lower tier wrassler.
So finally, let’s talk about Vic Venable. Vic, you’re such a joke. I hate to be mean here, but I just have to point out the obvious here. Unlike nearly the rest of the roster, I’m still going from being a fan to being one of the wrasslers in the back. I still look at these shows as a fan, not just one of the boys. Not just a student of the game and there’s one thing I’ve noticed that no one else has mentioned.
You’re a complete ripoff of your brother Franky. Now don’t get me wrong, I liked your brother. I was a fan of FPV. I was one of those fans yelling out BOOM! HEADSHOT! along with him when he hit his big move. I loved it. I cheered when he beat Jonny Fly for the world title, even if the reign was short-lived, but you’re not Franky. Why are you doing the same exact moves as him? Why are you doing everything just like him? Is it because when you were in WCF before that you had little success? Do you think you can match what he did? Watching your old footage and watching lately, I can say with confidence that you don’t.
How about instead of trying to copy your brother, you try and actually become your own person? I mean even though I cheered the guy and liked him, he was still mediocre at best. He was one of those world champions that people mention in hushed whispers. All you’re doing is further dragging down the Venable name when you lose to everybody and his brother each week. You talk about me being fat and winded and Waylon taking advantage of me, but you just sat there while he did so. If you’re so great that you can break the eliminations record and win War, then why couldn’t you so easily pin a fat, winded guy like myself? It’s because you don’t have the talent to do it. The fact that you have to copy your brother almost exactly shows you never will either.
Billy closes the laptop and clasps his hands on top of it.
Billy: So there we have it WCF. I covered the majority of the entrants for War. You’ve watched the past couple of weeks as I have slowly been going through a transformation. The comedic fat guy who was a complete and total joke, preaching about free food in the arenas has been pushed to the background. I may still be fat and a little humorous, but I am slowly becoming a changed man. I’m no longer getting ridiculed and pushed around like I have spent most of my life dealing with.
Nobody is expecting me to win. Underdog doesn’t even begin to describe me because before my first aired promo for War, I wasn’t even on most people’s radar. The only ones who were even talking about me did so to make fun of me or just to be safe and cover their bases, but WCF I am here. I hope that people’s outlook on me has completely changed and I hope that many of you in this match now have your pants filled to the brim with feces in fright of Billy.
You should fear me because an angry fat man is not someone you want to mess with. I’m as angry as I’d be if I walked into a buffet 5 minutes after it closes and have to order from the regular menu. I look at WCF and notice one thing that really stands out to me. It’s that this company is dominated by bad people. Not only in number, but in the title scene as well. Dune arguably being the only face champion in the whole company. Someone needs to put a stop to that. Pantheon seems to think they will be doing something along those lines but let’s all be honest. They always act like they’re the good guys but have a history of being assholes.
Dune himself doesn’t have the time to fight the evils of WCF unless they come right at him for his world title. So aside from the random good guys around here, there’s really no force to stand up to them. Until now. I have spent my entire life being bullied and pushed around. What I see here in WCF is nothing more than sophmorish bullying, especially by guys like #BeachKrew who haven’t even changed since high school. I am the change that WCF needs. I am the one that’s going to be responsible for righting the ship.
Yeah, me winning War could possibly make that confusing if Dune retains his belt, me going up against the biggest good guy in the company, but hey I’ll take what I can get. If Dune somehow manages to lose, the biggest asshole and meanest guy in this company will be holding that world title and that’s something I can’t let happen.
I know people are going to hop on camera and run their mouth about how I’m whining about all the bullying here, but you need to pay attention if that’s what you think. I’m not whining. I’m pointing out the landscape and putting all the assholes in WCF on alert. I’m coming for you. This ain’t high school where there’s rules and you can get suspended or expelled. No, even if Seth Lerch doesn’t like me, he has not a single issue with me stepping into the ring and destroying anyone in this company. Well, maybe not Joey Flash, but if it comes to that and Seth gets in my way, I’ll crush him faster than a Jayson Price world title reign.
I was once talked about along with people like Petrov and Bubba Jones. I was on the same roster as Betty Adams and Mountain Dew Bob. Those days are over. I’m about to be talked along with the likes of David Sanchez, Los Tiburones, Thomas Bates, and maybe even Jeff Purse? Former War winner? Yeah but continue not taking me seriously. Let the fat guy roll under the radar, into the ring so that I can sneak attack you like I do the turkey each Thanksgiving.
One thing people have kept repeating about me is how I’m such a big target. They think because of my size that I’m going to be such a big target that I don’t stand a chance in this match. See, the thing those people don’t understand is that I’ve been a target my whole life. Like I’ve been saying, I have been bullied since childhood. While I’ve been a target my whole life, I’ve learned how to also be invisible which has got to be a huge accomplishment for a fat guy to be invisible, right?
So please, fellow War competitors, target me. I know how to handle being a target. I know how to survive the bullying, the threats, the attacks, both mental and physical and yet here I sit in front of the camera still stan---I mean still sitting. Sunday at War…I, Billy, go to war. These last two weeks I’ve fought a war from within. Now it’s time to take the strength and determination that won me that war by winning another one.
Fat, stupid, loser, nobody, say all the little insults you want to me between now and then, but at War, I shut the mouths of everyone who stands in front of me on my way to winning War. Sunday I will become the immovable object and not just because I’m really overweight. If you see me in the War match, come try me so I can send you packing. On Sunday look out when you see me coming because I will RELEASE THE OBEAST!
The scene fades to black.
