Post by Ben-Stev on Nov 15, 2016 8:12:28 GMT -5
“Honestly? The division possesses several talented wrestlers, man... But I swear most of y’all are damn stupid.”
The scene fades in to Benny Stevens laughing while he sits on the edge of his customized 1999 Civic’s hood. The man wears a tank top, beige dickies and Chuck Taylors. The bright sun's being covered by thin clouds across the sky and a highway follows up to the horizon. We catch a glimpse of his shiny blue eyes as his smile fades.
“C’mon, man… That’s coming from me. I mean, let us start with the obvious fucktard in our division: Amis Shelton. It seems that he told the whole world that I wore dresses back in the BFW days.
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DAMN!
Guys… That’s it. I got caught! Of course, lets just ignore the fact that I recorded my first-ever AWE video wearing a dress and showed a bunch of borderline homosexual pictures of my rock bottom days. Wanna know why Amis is a fucktard? He doesn’t even know what he’s getting himself into… Although he’s far below average, he’s so full of himself that he doesn’t even take the time to remove his head outta his arse. Perhaps too busy wrestling the kiddies in FSW? Motherfucka came around selling us short already… Acting as if the Resilience division’s just a starter while Paramount’s where it’s at.
Man, you fucked up.
There’s no such thing, idiot. I wonder what your excuses are gonna be when you lose ANOTHER rumble… If the Resilience division’s just a ‘start from the bottom’, then what does that make you, Amis? You couldn’t even get your ego checked before stepping into our home.
Oh, Austin Gale and Colgate Carnage… Y’know, you guys amuse me! Seriously, every single company needs motherfuckas such as yourselves. The wrestlers need a literal example of what an epic fail's meant to be. Carnage’s actually a nice guy, whereas Austin’s just another shallow rich boy that craves for attention – since he has so much money, people will pay attention to him as long as he’s showing the Dollar stacks. Wrestling’s not about money, though… So no wonder why nobody gives a single FUCK about your pathetic ass.”
Benny takes a pause to shake his head.
“How can you make fun of me showing respect to the Champ when you’re the one dressing like I used to and saying the shit that I said several months ago? At least you’ve been doing your homework. You even said my first-ever catchphrase! Now that’s cute, boy. Tell you what… Your acting skills are real. You’re a good actor. Perhaps you should hold on to that skill once shit gets rough in AWE, huh? You're gonna get your ass handed to you multiple times so you may wanna call it quits.
Hang up the Lacoste boots?
Hang up the Lacoste boots?
‘Cause lets be honest… No matter how much money you got, you cannot buy talent.
Speaking of talent, we can move on to Carmen. Dear, Carmen… I was fuckin’ with you. Of course you’re talented! See, I was tryna get into your head and it didn’t work. You’re a tough girl, I respect that. However, don’t you ever go around claiming that you’ve got the ‘smarts’ when your actions prove otherwise. Lets keep it real now, boo boo… You even wanna be the second entrant in the rumble – now, how in the fuckity fuck is that smart?
See, you people are getting it twisted. I don’t wanna take out Zack only. I wanna take out everybody. Shiiiieeeeeeet, I ain’t even wanna be one of the first entrants… I wanna be the last entrant. Call it being a coward if you want, I don’t give a fuck. Me? That’s what I call being smart. Kimitsu and I appear to share the same logic for this clusterfuck of a match – I won’t go toe-to-toe with every single one of you, man… Hell no. I’ll wait for the perfect opportunity to eliminate y’all and guess what? You won’t even see it coming.
Including you, Kimitsu.”
Benny moves to one side and another in front of his car as he speaks now.
“Then we’ve got the resident ‘gangsta’ in this company… SOB. Honestly? I love your theme song and for some damn reason I like your style. But I just don’t get why on Earth you’d go around calling us crackers 'n shit… It’s the 21st century, man! Eye for an eye, though – lemme tell you what you are.
Ready? It starts with N.
Go on… I’ll give you some seconds to think of the word.
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You’re a n…
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You’re a n…
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… Nobody.”
Benny shakes his head once again and laughs.
“What?
Did you think I’d drop to your level? I don’t need to do that. Samuel, you ain’t really a nobody – I’m just playing. You’ve been in Japan and you did your thing in PAW even though you got out-wrestled often. But I respect your strong will to keep moving… You’ve got the resilience that the division requires, SOB. ‘Cause no matter how hard the floor feels like when somebody drops yo ass, you’ll get the fuck up and keep fighting.
That’s what Rocky does… That’s what I do.
Except I don’t wanna get dropped anymore – and this ain’t a movie. But I’ll make sure to give you another opportunity to taste the floor in Philly……………………… Sucka!”
Benny stretches his arms to the side and then points at the camera.
“I’m the best in the company, folks… Y’all just don’t know it yet. But it’s all good, ‘cause while you people run your months on Twitter or your promotional videos claiming thousands of shit that people don’t even remember or care, I’ll stick to doing my thing in that ring.
Most of you don’t even deserve to lick the ground that I spit on, man!”
Benny spits on the dirt ground and laughs. The camera shows the stunning surroundings one more time before fading to black.