Post by Ben-Stev on Jan 28, 2017 22:05:58 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a different Benny Stevens – three days after his incident with fans and jail time. He looks horrible: sunken eyes, dark 5 O’clock shadow and a hair that looks like it hasn’t been taken care of for several days. The room is a mess. It hasn’t been cleaned for years judging by the dust resting on protective covers. Benny hits the switch and light bulbs hanging on the walls illuminate the area.
Benny takes off his shirt and grabs a shovel.
“Life is a mystery. No matter how many times you attempt to run away from a situation, you will always end up getting back to it – like a vicious cycle.
Well, here I am.”
He throws the shovel on the floor.
“Lots of shit happened to me in the past... And hey, I’m fully aware that most of you are too busy sniffing your own shits and wondering whether they stink or not. But those who actually care about my story don’t have the opportunity to understand its protagonist.”
He stretches out his arms and looks around.
“Welcome to my basement.
For your information, I haven’t been in this room since my mom passed – about two years ago. Now don’t make stupid assumptions, this is not me playing the victim role.
I just feel like you people aren’t fully aware of whom you are actually dealing with and that’s plausible. Sometimes even I struggle to deal with myself. But y’know what? I’m fucking tired of denying my true self. That shit ends right here and I want you all to witness.
I want you people to feel what it’s like to be a true daredevil.”
Benny takes a minute to remove the protective covers off the furniture. He silently looks at the steel tables methodically positioned nearby each other – on top of them rest a great number of trophies and medals, and unlike the whole place, those objects look as new as ever.
“I’ve been denying what my mom left me all these years. These trophies, the stories... I’ve been denying me. Remember when I told Austin that he cannot accept who he’s become? Well, maybe I was projecting my own frustrations.
I have been denying who I am since my mother died. Go ahead and laugh at me – I don’t give a shit. I had it all but I still had nothing, y’know? I just had my mom.”
Benny finally turns to the camera; his eyes are a bit teary.
“Do you actually think that I don’t know what desperation is, Dom? FUCK YOU!
YOU DON’T KNOW ME! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’VE BEEN THROUGH!”
YOU DON’T KNOW ME! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’VE BEEN THROUGH!”
His voice volume suddenly lowers.
“I don’t blame you. I can’t blame anyone but myself, Dom… It’s my fault. My mom tried her best to raise a man but I ended up just like… My fucking father. I swear to God, Dominic, you have no idea how much I hate my father for never being there when we needed him.
He’s a coward… And I’m just like him. I can’t even help myself.”
He lowers his head.
“The motherfucker only left me one goddamn thing in this world.”
Benny picks up the shovel; next, he violently hits the wooden floor. It doesn’t take too long until a hole is opened – there’s a thick mount of dirt which Benny begins to dig right away.
“Believe it… or not…… I used to… be a… pussy………. just like most…………. of you.”
He said those words while digging.
“But I must end this vicious cycle.”
The shovel touches a solid object, which makes Benny throw it away. He continues to dig with his bare hands. Finally, he takes the mysterious object out of the hole.
It’s a box.
Benny shoves trophies away and places the box on the table. He opens it and there’s a suspenseful pause.
The silence is interrupted by a chuckle.
Benny pulls an object out of the box – it’s a Magnum 500. He shows the revolver to the camera.
“I never knew my father and he had the nerve to leave me a gun… Can y’all even imagine how I felt about this? I always thought he just wanted me to kill myself – sorta like his coup de grâce.”
Benny actually shows dexterity while checking out the gun’s parts.
“You people wanna get to know the daredevil?”
He taps the revolver’s cylinder and pushes the hammer.
“Daredevils don’t fear death… We live to dare.”
Benny places the revolver’s barrel in his mouth. His eyes are popped out and the veins are starting to show on his face and neck. Suddenly, he takes it out of his mouth and laughs. Finally, he spins the cylinder multiple times.
“And you motherfuckers think your bullshit works on me. Trust me, you'll never have as much disregard for my being as much as I do.”
Benny places the barrel in his mouth. His fingers are on the trigger. He breathes heavily. His head and arms shake, his pupils are dilated and we feel his adrenaline rush.
Click.
No bullet.
Benny, in total ecstasy, just flexes his muscles tightly and screams as loud as he can – it’s a disturbing vision.
“Fuck Dominic and Storms.
Matter fact, fuck Thirteen!
Fuck Francis!
Fuck T.S. Elliot!
Fuck Kassandrah!
Fuck Hal 10.000!
Matter fact, fuck Thirteen!
Fuck Francis!
Fuck T.S. Elliot!
Fuck Kassandrah!
Fuck Hal 10.000!
FUCK YOU ALL!!!
He laughs as he pulls out the cylinder and shows it to the camera.
It has two cartridges.
It has two cartridges.
“I embrace chaos… I welcome death. You wanna fuck with me? Give me more than your best! And if you still miss me, the daredevil will have his turn.
Dominic, you fucked with me... Now it’s my turn.
Dominic, you fucked with me... Now it’s my turn.
You wanna see desperation? I’ll show you how real desperation feels like.”
Benny loads up the revolver again and shoots a clock hanging on the wall with accuracy.
“It’s time to finish what both of you pussies started. Storms fucked Dom over and Dom fucked me over.
Now I end the vicious cycle by fucking both of you up.”
Now I end the vicious cycle by fucking both of you up.”
Black screen.