What if I dont float?
Becky Serra looks on confused at The Beards words. A worry comes upon her face as she approaches Beard who is seated atop a desk.
Are you telling me you are beginning to doubt yourself?
Beard takes a deep breath before standing up and putting his hand on Beckys shoulder
The fact that you believe I doubt myself shows that maybe it is you who doubts me?
Becky goes to talk, but Beard places his finger to her mouth wishing her to say not another word.
That phrase, what if I dont float, belongs to one of the few memories of my father that I remember. We were sitting in the back yard, I a small child and he sipping on a homemade lemon and reading the paper. I was sitting on his lap and we were having a pool installed. He asked me when I was gonna learn how to swim and I replied with what if I dont float?. My father laughed it, like he did with my responses.
I was unaware you were so close to your father.
Thats the thing though Becky, I wasnt. You see a building point for my whole career came a few days after that conversation. I was sitting on the edge of the pool on a hot summers day. My father was swimming laps before coming over to see me. He began to tell this story of how he one day wanted to be an Olympic swimmer, that was his dream. He asked me what were my dreams.
Becky intently listens as Beard continues on with his story, a somber tone in his voice.
My response put a look in my fathers eyes that I never saw after that day, a look of failure. I told him I had no dreams, my dreams were nightmares. About fifteen years later I had a dream. It was amazing Becky. Bright, vivid colors. It felt so real. I stood there on a stage staring out at the sea of humanity. A smirk on my face, a rare moment of happiness. And do you know where I was headed Becky?
Becky nods her head no, as she hangs on Beards every word.
I was headed to that ring. When I woke up, I couldnt believe it Becky. It felt like a no soul had succumb my body. I felt like a free man. I immediately jumped out of bed and made the drive to the hospital to see my father. The days were dark for him, he wasnt doing so well, but in that moment I knew it would cheer him up. Knowing that I had a dream, but it was too late. I had arrived and saw my mother with her hands in her head as the doctor gently put his hand on her shoulder and the nurses began to clean up the room. My father didnt make it, my dream until now would go unheard.
But now is your chance Beard, you are living your dream. You are going to Kingdom Come and you are going to reclaim what is already yours.
I am not living my dream Becky. I tried to live my dream once, but it was nothing more than heartbreak after heartbreak. I was a laughing stock, I was a failure.
Beards voice fills with rage as he points over towards the door as he continues his rant.
Matt Tastic is living my dream Becky Serra. He goes out there and he is the portrayed hero. He is the good guy, the handsome face of the company. That was my dream. My dream has become my nightmare Becky. It has become everything I didnt want. Matt Tastic is a false idol with his corporate sponsors and his ridiculous nonsense each week. For someone who is a worlds champion, he doesnt want to be taken seriously. For someone who is living the dream, he sure as hell isnt doing a good job of keeping it a reality.
Beard begins pacing the room as Becky leans back to avoid any potential confrontation.
They think this is all fun and games Becky. The diet Pepsi, the Live Mas, all of it is a game to them. All of it is an act of childish behavior. Thats what they want. I once was a goofball just like them and it got me nowhere. It got me to the laughing stock of professional wrestling. My best friend at one point was a guy who hid from his family and claimed to be from wherever we wrestled just for a cheap pop. I played those games. I feuded with a kung fu action star, an insane masked man, a robot, I even wrestled a God damn bear and ate bowls of ice cream just to become the manliest man in this business. It was those people who thought Beard was a nice little cuddly teddy bear. Those people thought I was nothing more than a good hand who could move some merch and make their people look good. I thought it would get me somewhere, but it didnt. It molded me into the man I have become today. Matt Tastic needs to realize that they will pull that carpet from under him, they will turn on him fast. His fifteen minutes of fame clock is ticking and it is about up.
Becky Serra begins to back up, but Beard corner her against the wall. His breaths heavy, her eyes closed with fear. Sweat drips from Beard's brow as he slams his hand through the wall as his eyes dont move off Becky Serra.
Im going to end Matt Tastic. My dream is over and soon his dream will become my nightmare. Tastic had his chance to run, but he stands tall to be the false idol these people believe they need when a true hero is standing right here.
Beard moves away from Serra as she slides to the ground, trying to catch her breath.
At Kingdom Come I take what is mine and they will have no choice to bow down to their ruler. Matt Tastic, WZCW, the world will live in my shadow, they will bask in my glory, they will worship the hero that they think the need, but they will always fear the beard.