Post by Ben-Stev on Dec 8, 2016 20:22:33 GMT -5
“Yo… What the fuck?”
The scene fades in the snowy backyard of Bobby Franchise’s house which is located in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Although it’s hard to tell with precision, one can notice that it’s fairly early in the morning. We see Benny Stevens standing on top of the stairs that lead to the back door. The cold weather is evident when we look at Benny’s clothing: a heavy coat, a scarf, a polar hat, gloves, ski pants and over-sized boots – an amusing view given the fact that he can barely climb down each step. The camera man turns around to show the surroundings mostly covered by a thick layer of snow.
“What the fuck, Bobby? How am I supposed to train here?”
Benny shakes his head again; however, he shrugs it off and moves on with his monologue.
“Anyway, back to the drawing board, right? No beating around the bush at this point. Listen, I’m not in the mood for bullshit. I get it. I’m a loser. Most people would claim that my current state in AWE ain’t that good… And y’know what? You’re wrong. Go ahead and claim whatever you want; however, let me tell ya something…
… I’m one of the hardest working wrestlers in the company. Day in and out putting work like a Champion, hitting like a Champion and even taking beatings like a Champion – aka common sense. That's what we’re supposed to do, right? Some do it with mastery while others fail to succeed and end up with broken egos and bodies.
Guess what? You can’t break me. There’s no such thing as breaking my ego or body. No matter how many times I have to deal with a loss, I won’t stop until I get what it’s mine. And if you’ve got what it’s mine, then motherfucka you better sleep with your eyes peeled. Thing is this ain’t a message to a specific individual… Nah. This is for the whole division.
I’m putting all you motherfuckers on notice. No more playing games with y’all, man… Wanna know what’s my biggest mistake? I don’t give a fuck about what you people claim about me; however, I give a fuck about you people’s feelings. You wanna talk shit about me? Go ahead and hey, I might even laugh at myself. Big mistake… I mean, this is how life works, right?
You allow a person to finger you in the ass for a moment but they end up sticking up the whole arm right away.
You allow a person to finger you in the ass for a moment but they end up sticking up the whole arm right away.
Ummm… No homo.”
Benny takes a moment to breathe. He looks angry.
“That's what you cunts are doing to me, though. I see you people ganging up on me… It must be a cool thing to do, right? You’re having fun! It’s all fun and games! Benny ain’t gonna do anything about it. So lets make him relevant!
Wrong... Fuck you.
FUCK!
YOU!
YOU!
I’m not a joke, assholes. I’m as serious as any wrestler can be… I’m the eleven-month experienced motherfucka fighting veteran juggernauts of athletes every single show and wrestling the best matches of the night. And I ain’t even talking about AWE only; I’m talking about my whole career. No matter who or where I’m fighting, I WILL steal the show and there’s NOTHING you can do about it – whether it’s my charisma, my in-ring work, my looks or even my stupid antics. The spotlight’s still on me!
Maybe that’s why some of you assholes talk shit about me… Deep inside, you people hate the fact that a mere rookie's way more talented than you. You hate the fact that said rookie have what it takes to roll with veterans, lose and still be proud of himself.
I’ll tell you why I’m proud of myself… See, Hayden may be the MVP of the company. I respect that. She’s good.
But me? I’m the measuring stick.
Do you wanna find out whether you’ve got what it takes to be great? Then you must fight ME and survive. I’ve been observing all these people acting as if Zack and Erron are doing great and hey, they’re right… But don’t forget what they did to deserve such honor.
They beat me.
They beat Benny Stevens.”
Benny looks to the camera in an intense manner.
“Do you have what it takes to beat me, Trinity? Do you, Colgate? What about you, Minister?
Spoiler alert! Neither of you have what it takes to defeat me. You don’t get in a ring with a hungry stuntman that's willing to do anything to succeed... That's suicide!
Lets state facts! You've been wrestling for yeeeears, Colgate. And where did that take you? Ten years plus and you’re wrestling a washed-up fool, a delusional chick… And the measuring stick of AWE. I’m making your day after all. There’s no concern regarding crowd attendance even though the match is the opener of the night because I’m in it. I’m going to ride that match like a pro and show y'all that I’m not a fuckin’ joke.
You’re the joke, Sinister. You’re the joke because you allow a deranged kid to speak for you. Honestly? I feel like you’re lost, man… It’s been a long time since BFW and things have changed. You’re gonna get your ass kicked by the guy that wore the gay dresses. Remember the gay jokes? It’s a mainstream thing now. They’re all claiming that I’m gay so it must be true, right? Oh, Sinister… Karma’s a bitch!
Trinity, I somehow relate to you because you’re close to a victory, yet, always one step behind. I know it sucks… But lets face it, you ain’t half the talent that I am. So don’t you lie to yourself!
The question y’all must ask yourselves is… Do you have what it takes to be great? If so, then prove it.
Give ME a fight.
Survive.
And be great.
Or join the bottom alongside Amis Shelton.”
Black screen.