To Beat Beckman. You Have to BECOME Beckman
Mar 8, 2023 6:13:52 GMT -5
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Post by Diana Watts on Mar 8, 2023 6:13:52 GMT -5
~The scene opens up on a close up of the OCW Massacre Championship plate. It zooms out further to reveal Diana and her father, Dillon Watts who are sitting in a crowded downtown cafe.. Diana's proud father withes her as she drinks her coffee.~
What's wrong dad, do I have a booger?
~Diana checks her nose. Her father laughs.~
Nah, you're find my little lady Diana. I'm just so proud of my baby girl. Heading to Japan to work shows for Miracle Galaxy Pro and now the OCW Massacre champion!
Thanks dad. It feels good. But they will all say it's a fluke. Lucky that i beat Claudius. But i'm damn happy. Next I got Ice Beckman.
Is he any good?
To be honest... He's not bad, dad. He can easily steal a victory from me. He beat Brooke Blakely on Massacre. Kind of earning his shot at my belt, I think. I just need a plan. Something to give me that edge against ICE.
Stop whining. I didn't raise you to complain. You've heard of men getting in touch with their feminine side, right? Maybe young lady you need to get in touch with your misogynist side in order to beat this ICW guy?
Wait... you know what? That's not half bad. You're saying I need to dress up as a man and see what it's like to walk in ICE's shoes...? That's SO insane it has to work... but i kind of already did that against PIC last year. It didn't help at all. I even put an itchy bush on my face and crotch. And not in that order.
T.M.I. Diana. But It's just an idea. Plus wasn't PIC was on his way to win the OCW Championship? No offense baby girl. I love you. But PIC is a different beast. A different ball game. A different sport. But maybe you need a bit of masculinity in your life, if you want you can hang with me today? AW DAMMIT!
~Dillon looks at his watch.~
What happened?
I am late for my manicure. I need to call a cab. You got the bill, right sweetie? I need to hit the shitter, I knew ordering that bran muffin would give me the dirty diarrhea. Um, I'll meet you outside, hun.
~Her father rushes to the bathroom as she signs pulling out some cash.~
OUTSIDE
~A toilet flush can be heard as her father comes out buckling up his pants.~
I don't understand why you HAVE to wash your hands. I didn't get crap on them...
It's sanitary, dad.
Here, smell...
~Her father puts his unwashed hands in his daughters face as Diana leans her head back avoiding it.~
Gross, stop!
I washed my hands don't worry, Diana...
~Her father looks down at a homeless person begging for change and mouths the words to him 'No I didn't."~
What did you decide?
I think you're right. I need to try being Beckman for a at least a day. I know women are taking over the wrestling industry. And we can do anything the guys can do. Probably better. But... I think in order to defeat Beckman to keep my belt maybe a little bit of manliness will be a good wakeup call and give me the upper advantage. Any advice?
Awesome. Well men never show their feelings. Especially around women. So you need to disguise yourself really well to see how we REALLY think. Also make sure you have the biggest cock between your legs, it adds confidence. Hell.. I'll lend you one of my rubber dildos to stuff in your pants...
~Diana sighs.~
Dad... why do you own a dildo? Several in fact? And don't worry. I will find one on my own...
~Dad winks while laughing.~
HA! My little girl has one doesn't she? And here me and your mother thought you were a lesbian. Atta girl! I bet' it's black too... my black one is HUGE!
~Diana cringes as the cab pulls up next to them. He kisses her on the cheek before entering the cab. It drives off as Diana looks on.~
Time to become the manliest man-man ever. Oh man...
~Diana in the bathroom at her apartment. "IT'S SHOWTIME!" she says in a Beetle-juice impression. A montage stars to Kenny Loggin's PLAYING WITH THE BOYS she begins putting glue. Sticks a dildo between her legs, with a hairy bush made from a wig. Put's on a pair baggy jeans. A FBI t-shirt that proudly says 'FEMALE BOOBIES INSPECTOR". After hours of transformation. She ends up just wearing the GROUCHO MARX glasses, nose and mustache face accessory. She winks into the mirror wearing the unimpressive mask.~
From this moment in my name is Beckman! Beckman Watts. Ha! This is going to be SO good. Your ass is mine funny book boy.
~Staying Alive by the BEE GEES is played as Diana in her male attire struts down the road in slow motion. She keeps adjusting and scratching her crotch as she walks. Some women even look to check out her ass saying 'Damn!' and waving their hands in their faces. 'Beckman' Watts was a stud. She stops at a hotdog vender.~
Can I get a hotdog with light chunky-mustard, sir?
Light chunky-mustard? For a manly man like you? Isn't that kind of... girly?
~He looks at her suspiciously. She looks nervous and begins to chuckle a scratchy laugh.~
That's my VAGINA joke for the day. Of course, me, being a MANLY man will have a deluxe hotdog please. Pack it with hot sauce too. A man like ME, Beckman Watts, doesn't mind a severe painful, likely bloody diarrhea later.
Ha! Coming right up, mister! And here I thought you were one of those fruits or a cross-dressing lesbo... A manly man like you! And to drink...?
A Diet... I MEAN! A LARGE SYRUPY ROOT BEER!
Damn you wild, mister. Enjoy!
~He hands her the full dog and can of soda as she walks to the center of the sidewalk. Stuffing the dog in her mouth more women pass Diana checking out her crotch area. Diana winks at them nodding her head. They giggle muttering words of encouragement like 'OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE HIS BULGE!?" Diana finishes the hotdog seeing the words 'MEN'S GYM!'~
PERFECT! In order to beat that Natural Ice as a man, what better way than to work out with some dumb beef cakes? Idea this good they should give me the award for smartest 'person' IN THE WORLD!
~She sucks back her root-beer. Belching before entering the GYM.~
~Inside, Diana comes out to the gym still in her Groucho mask, still in her FBI t-shirt, socks stretched up to her thin ankles wearing tight gym shorts showing off the large dildo in the front. She struts over to a bunch of guys in the back of the gym doing squats.~
WATTS Up, Doodes!? Mind if I work out with you?
~She stands there pushing her pelvis out to show off her crotch. They all look at it and nod in approval.~
Sure thing, buddy! Nice large dong you got there. This is a manly men's gym. So WOMEN free. So we can be ourselves. And don't need a tampon suspensor or some stupid plants. We can fart and talk as much trash as we want. Cool, huh?
~He raises his hand for a high-five while farting. Diana gives it to him before going back to roughly scratching her crotch.~
Totally, my man! Names Beckman.
I am Jeremy. That's Henry. Arnold. John and that big guy we just call Brutus.
~The all wave and grunt at Diana while they squat. Diana joins them looking a lot smaller next their giant physiques.~
Nice to meet you, dudes. Do you guys follow the WRESTLING WORLD? Man I 'HATE' watching it for wrestlers in speedos! I mean, Yeeee-YUCK! I like them big breasted women in their revealing outfits. Those 'BABES' always gives me an erect penis, right dudes?
TOTALLY, MAN! You watch OCW? It's great! The babes there give me a rock-hard boner, Beckman. The fellas' like some of the more typical babes. Like Vhodka Black and Brooke Blakely. Even Brutus over there likes the elderly like Alice Knight.
Get me alone with the Owl. I'll give her something to HOOT about.
~They all laugh with Brutus. Diana fakes a large belly laugh sounding like a menacing villain.~
But me? I have a thing for that Diana Watts. Sure she isn't stunningly beautiful in the traditional standards. But, Beckman, she gets me all hot and heavy. When she wrestles it's like I need to clean my hands or need a new pair of drawers.
Gross... I MEAN! YEAH! ROCK ON! I also like to 'jerk my gerkin' to Diana Watts! She will be OCW Champion some day, right fellas'?
~Everyone breaks-out into laughter! Diana frowns.~
Hilarious, Beckman! Good one! But seriously. She's a babe. She is the 'Massacre' Champion though. She is SO smart, sexy and talented. Sure NEVER OCW Champion material. But she has something... if only I could tell her that.
~Diana smiles.~
Maybe she now knows...
Hey guys! Time to hit the showers! Last one in there is a rotten smelly egg!
~They all giggle and slap each other's butts with towels hopping (and farting) to the shower.~
You coming, Beckman?
Nah, gonna get a few more squats in...
I'll hang around a bit longer with ya. Us very manly man hate to squat alone.
~Diana fixes her hair and checks out Jeremy's ass as he begins squatting. Biting her lip she joins in.~
A FEW HOURS LATER
~Cuts to Diana and Jeremy laying on the GYMS floor. Heads on towels looking at each other in the eyes.~
It's like women don't understand me. Women can be so wicked, cruel and insensitive. When I am having sex I want them to know how I am feeling in my heart. Am right, Beckman?
I know. I know. Us women... i mean, THOSE yucky girls can be horrible.
My ex, Angie. sShe couldn't even remember my birthday. How hard is it to remember my birthday?
Yeah. My ex Peter...
Peter?
Oh, um. Peter-ia.
Oh! Pretty name...
Yeah... Peter would always leave the toilet seat up. And some nights I'd go to pee and SPLASH! Right in the bowl!
What a bitch! I hate when that happens.
~Diana and Jeremy share a laugh as their hands touch.~
Wow, Beckman. I feel so comfortable around you. It's like I can say anything and won't be judged.
Ya this whole experience has opened my eyes. Manly men have feelings too. Just like that damn Natural ICE! It makes sense now... he has feelings too. Feelings iImust destroy to beat his doodling ass. But feelings no less.
We sure do...
~They share a giggle as they lean in closer. Noses touching now.~
It's like... women don't get me.
Women are the worst. Some of society frown men on maternity leave. And what next? A women are running for office? Manly men rule, girly-girls drool.
Well, said Beckman. Well... said.
Thanks... I like you Jeremy.
I like you, Beckman...
...
~Suddenly they begin making out passionately. Rubbing their hands over their bodies. Diana pushes Jeremy down hard and begins straddling his pelvis. Moaning is heard throughout the empty gymnasium. Diana tears off his shirt showing off his six-pack physique. Jeremy manages to take off Diana's top miraculously without knocking off the mask revealing her white bra.~
Nice undershirt! I have one just like it at home...
Stop talking, Jeremy...
~Diana begins kissing his chest moving downwards but by doing so knocks off the Groucho mask. Jeremy holds it up with a frightened look.~
WHAT THE FUCK!!? Beckman? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!?
~Diana looks up grabbing her face in shame.~
I am sorry, Jeremy. I can explain...
Dude? Chick? What the hell? I am not into this GAY ass shit. You trying to TRICK ME at the Men's Gym!?! How dare you? How fucking dare you!!!! I bet your dick isn't real either, huh?
No... it's a rubber dildo.
You little bitch. Get out of here. I'm not into this homosexual stuff, Beckman. If that is your real name! OHHHHH!! It isn't is it!??!?
No. Please let me explain.
Get out. Before I call the police...
~Jeremy doesn't make eye contact as Diana wipes away a tear and slowly gets to her feet picking up her mask and shirt. Quietly she leaves the MEN'S GYM.~
CUT TO
~A dressed Diana is in the back of a cab on her phone. She calls her father.~
Hey dad. How did it go? Well... not great. But it made me think... I mean... i learned a lot to understand what a man feels. They're hearts aren't unbreakable like women's are. While they look sexy, strong and beefy. Deep inside they are soft and weak. Just like ICE Beckman. I tried to be him today but it made me realize. I can defeat him. I can keep the Massacre. And come Massacre I will show the comic book boy just how tough I can be.
~She smiles.~
We've both been on losing streaks, dad. And we got our biggest wins last week. So a lot of momentum going into this match. Natural Ice is good. But he isn't going to be good enough to beat me. Not anytime soon. The OCW Massacre Championship is now the Diana Watts belt. For as long as I want to keep it. And, dad... that's going to be for awhile. I had a slow start of the year. But the Massacre championship is right where I need to be at the moment. And losing to Natural ICE Beckman beating me and capturing my belt isn't apart that moment in my eyes. Huh...? Yeah... I am feeling good, dad. Feeling real good. And that's... yes. You nailed it. That's WATTS up! Have a good night dad, talk tomorrow...
~Diana turns off her phone and lays her head back. She looks out the cab backseat window smirking.~
What's wrong dad, do I have a booger?
~Diana checks her nose. Her father laughs.~
Nah, you're find my little lady Diana. I'm just so proud of my baby girl. Heading to Japan to work shows for Miracle Galaxy Pro and now the OCW Massacre champion!
Thanks dad. It feels good. But they will all say it's a fluke. Lucky that i beat Claudius. But i'm damn happy. Next I got Ice Beckman.
Is he any good?
To be honest... He's not bad, dad. He can easily steal a victory from me. He beat Brooke Blakely on Massacre. Kind of earning his shot at my belt, I think. I just need a plan. Something to give me that edge against ICE.
Stop whining. I didn't raise you to complain. You've heard of men getting in touch with their feminine side, right? Maybe young lady you need to get in touch with your misogynist side in order to beat this ICW guy?
Wait... you know what? That's not half bad. You're saying I need to dress up as a man and see what it's like to walk in ICE's shoes...? That's SO insane it has to work... but i kind of already did that against PIC last year. It didn't help at all. I even put an itchy bush on my face and crotch. And not in that order.
T.M.I. Diana. But It's just an idea. Plus wasn't PIC was on his way to win the OCW Championship? No offense baby girl. I love you. But PIC is a different beast. A different ball game. A different sport. But maybe you need a bit of masculinity in your life, if you want you can hang with me today? AW DAMMIT!
~Dillon looks at his watch.~
What happened?
I am late for my manicure. I need to call a cab. You got the bill, right sweetie? I need to hit the shitter, I knew ordering that bran muffin would give me the dirty diarrhea. Um, I'll meet you outside, hun.
~Her father rushes to the bathroom as she signs pulling out some cash.~
OUTSIDE
~A toilet flush can be heard as her father comes out buckling up his pants.~
I don't understand why you HAVE to wash your hands. I didn't get crap on them...
It's sanitary, dad.
Here, smell...
~Her father puts his unwashed hands in his daughters face as Diana leans her head back avoiding it.~
Gross, stop!
I washed my hands don't worry, Diana...
~Her father looks down at a homeless person begging for change and mouths the words to him 'No I didn't."~
What did you decide?
I think you're right. I need to try being Beckman for a at least a day. I know women are taking over the wrestling industry. And we can do anything the guys can do. Probably better. But... I think in order to defeat Beckman to keep my belt maybe a little bit of manliness will be a good wakeup call and give me the upper advantage. Any advice?
Awesome. Well men never show their feelings. Especially around women. So you need to disguise yourself really well to see how we REALLY think. Also make sure you have the biggest cock between your legs, it adds confidence. Hell.. I'll lend you one of my rubber dildos to stuff in your pants...
~Diana sighs.~
Dad... why do you own a dildo? Several in fact? And don't worry. I will find one on my own...
~Dad winks while laughing.~
HA! My little girl has one doesn't she? And here me and your mother thought you were a lesbian. Atta girl! I bet' it's black too... my black one is HUGE!
~Diana cringes as the cab pulls up next to them. He kisses her on the cheek before entering the cab. It drives off as Diana looks on.~
Time to become the manliest man-man ever. Oh man...
~Diana in the bathroom at her apartment. "IT'S SHOWTIME!" she says in a Beetle-juice impression. A montage stars to Kenny Loggin's PLAYING WITH THE BOYS she begins putting glue. Sticks a dildo between her legs, with a hairy bush made from a wig. Put's on a pair baggy jeans. A FBI t-shirt that proudly says 'FEMALE BOOBIES INSPECTOR". After hours of transformation. She ends up just wearing the GROUCHO MARX glasses, nose and mustache face accessory. She winks into the mirror wearing the unimpressive mask.~
From this moment in my name is Beckman! Beckman Watts. Ha! This is going to be SO good. Your ass is mine funny book boy.
~Staying Alive by the BEE GEES is played as Diana in her male attire struts down the road in slow motion. She keeps adjusting and scratching her crotch as she walks. Some women even look to check out her ass saying 'Damn!' and waving their hands in their faces. 'Beckman' Watts was a stud. She stops at a hotdog vender.~
Can I get a hotdog with light chunky-mustard, sir?
Light chunky-mustard? For a manly man like you? Isn't that kind of... girly?
~He looks at her suspiciously. She looks nervous and begins to chuckle a scratchy laugh.~
That's my VAGINA joke for the day. Of course, me, being a MANLY man will have a deluxe hotdog please. Pack it with hot sauce too. A man like ME, Beckman Watts, doesn't mind a severe painful, likely bloody diarrhea later.
Ha! Coming right up, mister! And here I thought you were one of those fruits or a cross-dressing lesbo... A manly man like you! And to drink...?
A Diet... I MEAN! A LARGE SYRUPY ROOT BEER!
Damn you wild, mister. Enjoy!
~He hands her the full dog and can of soda as she walks to the center of the sidewalk. Stuffing the dog in her mouth more women pass Diana checking out her crotch area. Diana winks at them nodding her head. They giggle muttering words of encouragement like 'OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE HIS BULGE!?" Diana finishes the hotdog seeing the words 'MEN'S GYM!'~
PERFECT! In order to beat that Natural Ice as a man, what better way than to work out with some dumb beef cakes? Idea this good they should give me the award for smartest 'person' IN THE WORLD!
~She sucks back her root-beer. Belching before entering the GYM.~
~Inside, Diana comes out to the gym still in her Groucho mask, still in her FBI t-shirt, socks stretched up to her thin ankles wearing tight gym shorts showing off the large dildo in the front. She struts over to a bunch of guys in the back of the gym doing squats.~
WATTS Up, Doodes!? Mind if I work out with you?
~She stands there pushing her pelvis out to show off her crotch. They all look at it and nod in approval.~
Sure thing, buddy! Nice large dong you got there. This is a manly men's gym. So WOMEN free. So we can be ourselves. And don't need a tampon suspensor or some stupid plants. We can fart and talk as much trash as we want. Cool, huh?
~He raises his hand for a high-five while farting. Diana gives it to him before going back to roughly scratching her crotch.~
Totally, my man! Names Beckman.
I am Jeremy. That's Henry. Arnold. John and that big guy we just call Brutus.
~The all wave and grunt at Diana while they squat. Diana joins them looking a lot smaller next their giant physiques.~
Nice to meet you, dudes. Do you guys follow the WRESTLING WORLD? Man I 'HATE' watching it for wrestlers in speedos! I mean, Yeeee-YUCK! I like them big breasted women in their revealing outfits. Those 'BABES' always gives me an erect penis, right dudes?
TOTALLY, MAN! You watch OCW? It's great! The babes there give me a rock-hard boner, Beckman. The fellas' like some of the more typical babes. Like Vhodka Black and Brooke Blakely. Even Brutus over there likes the elderly like Alice Knight.
Get me alone with the Owl. I'll give her something to HOOT about.
~They all laugh with Brutus. Diana fakes a large belly laugh sounding like a menacing villain.~
But me? I have a thing for that Diana Watts. Sure she isn't stunningly beautiful in the traditional standards. But, Beckman, she gets me all hot and heavy. When she wrestles it's like I need to clean my hands or need a new pair of drawers.
Gross... I MEAN! YEAH! ROCK ON! I also like to 'jerk my gerkin' to Diana Watts! She will be OCW Champion some day, right fellas'?
~Everyone breaks-out into laughter! Diana frowns.~
Hilarious, Beckman! Good one! But seriously. She's a babe. She is the 'Massacre' Champion though. She is SO smart, sexy and talented. Sure NEVER OCW Champion material. But she has something... if only I could tell her that.
~Diana smiles.~
Maybe she now knows...
Hey guys! Time to hit the showers! Last one in there is a rotten smelly egg!
~They all giggle and slap each other's butts with towels hopping (and farting) to the shower.~
You coming, Beckman?
Nah, gonna get a few more squats in...
I'll hang around a bit longer with ya. Us very manly man hate to squat alone.
~Diana fixes her hair and checks out Jeremy's ass as he begins squatting. Biting her lip she joins in.~
A FEW HOURS LATER
~Cuts to Diana and Jeremy laying on the GYMS floor. Heads on towels looking at each other in the eyes.~
It's like women don't understand me. Women can be so wicked, cruel and insensitive. When I am having sex I want them to know how I am feeling in my heart. Am right, Beckman?
I know. I know. Us women... i mean, THOSE yucky girls can be horrible.
My ex, Angie. sShe couldn't even remember my birthday. How hard is it to remember my birthday?
Yeah. My ex Peter...
Peter?
Oh, um. Peter-ia.
Oh! Pretty name...
Yeah... Peter would always leave the toilet seat up. And some nights I'd go to pee and SPLASH! Right in the bowl!
What a bitch! I hate when that happens.
~Diana and Jeremy share a laugh as their hands touch.~
Wow, Beckman. I feel so comfortable around you. It's like I can say anything and won't be judged.
Ya this whole experience has opened my eyes. Manly men have feelings too. Just like that damn Natural ICE! It makes sense now... he has feelings too. Feelings iImust destroy to beat his doodling ass. But feelings no less.
We sure do...
~They share a giggle as they lean in closer. Noses touching now.~
It's like... women don't get me.
Women are the worst. Some of society frown men on maternity leave. And what next? A women are running for office? Manly men rule, girly-girls drool.
Well, said Beckman. Well... said.
Thanks... I like you Jeremy.
I like you, Beckman...
...
~Suddenly they begin making out passionately. Rubbing their hands over their bodies. Diana pushes Jeremy down hard and begins straddling his pelvis. Moaning is heard throughout the empty gymnasium. Diana tears off his shirt showing off his six-pack physique. Jeremy manages to take off Diana's top miraculously without knocking off the mask revealing her white bra.~
Nice undershirt! I have one just like it at home...
Stop talking, Jeremy...
~Diana begins kissing his chest moving downwards but by doing so knocks off the Groucho mask. Jeremy holds it up with a frightened look.~
WHAT THE FUCK!!? Beckman? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!?
~Diana looks up grabbing her face in shame.~
I am sorry, Jeremy. I can explain...
Dude? Chick? What the hell? I am not into this GAY ass shit. You trying to TRICK ME at the Men's Gym!?! How dare you? How fucking dare you!!!! I bet your dick isn't real either, huh?
No... it's a rubber dildo.
You little bitch. Get out of here. I'm not into this homosexual stuff, Beckman. If that is your real name! OHHHHH!! It isn't is it!??!?
No. Please let me explain.
Get out. Before I call the police...
~Jeremy doesn't make eye contact as Diana wipes away a tear and slowly gets to her feet picking up her mask and shirt. Quietly she leaves the MEN'S GYM.~
CUT TO
~A dressed Diana is in the back of a cab on her phone. She calls her father.~
Hey dad. How did it go? Well... not great. But it made me think... I mean... i learned a lot to understand what a man feels. They're hearts aren't unbreakable like women's are. While they look sexy, strong and beefy. Deep inside they are soft and weak. Just like ICE Beckman. I tried to be him today but it made me realize. I can defeat him. I can keep the Massacre. And come Massacre I will show the comic book boy just how tough I can be.
~She smiles.~
We've both been on losing streaks, dad. And we got our biggest wins last week. So a lot of momentum going into this match. Natural Ice is good. But he isn't going to be good enough to beat me. Not anytime soon. The OCW Massacre Championship is now the Diana Watts belt. For as long as I want to keep it. And, dad... that's going to be for awhile. I had a slow start of the year. But the Massacre championship is right where I need to be at the moment. And losing to Natural ICE Beckman beating me and capturing my belt isn't apart that moment in my eyes. Huh...? Yeah... I am feeling good, dad. Feeling real good. And that's... yes. You nailed it. That's WATTS up! Have a good night dad, talk tomorrow...
~Diana turns off her phone and lays her head back. She looks out the cab backseat window smirking.~
