Scene opens where the last one cut off. The Beazt is still jogging down the street, but now it is about an hour later. His thoughts have been wandering over just about every subject imaginable. For a while he thinks about the ten man battle royal for the US championship belt, then he thinks about Ramona and how she might be the only reason he is staying, but then he starts to think about his opponents and everything they have been saying this week. Ever since the match was first announced, all the wrestlers have came out and publicly tried to humiliate the others. All save one.
The Beazt: (In his thoughts) I bet they are still wondering where I am. I have yet to come out and put them down, like they have all done to me. Nicky Mills, Enrique Perez, JVD, Giri Futai, Johnny Rotten, Hova, Mirror, Ten Minute Major, and good ol' Mikey Hell. Each one has come out and lambasted the others. What was it that Mills said about me?
About this time The Beazt looks over and notices a donut shop. He stops in and orders a few to go, then starts jogging back to his hotel.
The Beazt: The saddest thing I've heard from my opponents, is their ability to make up lies. They do anything to get screen time. Mirror fights "supposedly" the top fighters in the world. The Futai Himself still thinks video games will make him stronger. Hova still thinks "The Mob" is actually helping his career. I mean, what the hell is going through their minds. Can't they see that everyone is laughing at them? Can't they understand that what they are doing makes absolutely no sense at all? People like Hova, JVD, Nicky Mills, Ten Minute Major, and Mirror spend more time fighting nobodies outside the ring trying to scare their opponents before the match, than actually getting ready for their match. What all these wrestlers need is a quick kick right between the eyes. Seeing as how stupid they really are, it couldn't hurt them any.
At this time, The Beazt has returned to his hotel. He walks in and goes over to a vending machine. Popping in a few dollars he get's two bottles of water and a bottle of Orange Juice. When he gets back up to his room, he opens the door and notices Ramona is still sleeping. For a minute he can just stand there looking at how beautifully she lies while sleeping. He coughs slightly waking her up, and walks over towards her.
The Beazt: Hey, I brought you breakfast.
Ramona smiles as he hands her the orange juice and the bag of donuts.
Ramona: Thanks sweetie. How was your jog?
The Beazt: It went well, I had alot to think about.
Ramona: Are you feeling better about your chances now?
The Beazt: Actually yes I am. I feel like I have the advantage going into this battle. I don't have the feeling that I need to WIN. I just have to do my best, and see how far it gets me.
Ramona: Good.
Ramona shuffles around in the bed, until she is sitting next to The Beazt. She lays her head on his shoulder and takes a drink of her OJ. He has already finished one bottle of water and is now working on the second.
Ramona: I had a dream last night.
The Beazt: Oh yeah? Tell me about it.
Ramona: You won the US title.
The Beazt: So it was a good dream then.
Ramona: Very good. You were so happy, and I was so excited for you. It was what you have always wanted.
The Beazt: Then I guess the only thing left for me to do is make that dream into a reality.
