Post by Ben-Stev on Dec 12, 2016 21:11:16 GMT -5
We’re once again taken to Bobby Franchise’s house in Canada. Despite the fact that it’s still snowy, Benny Stevens doesn’t look as affected as before. The front of the house is our background as the AWE wrestler slowly makes his way to the entrance surroundings – the man has a large shovel in hands. After a quick neck stretch, Benny sticks the shovel into the layer of snow covering the ground and lifts up a chunk, immediately launching it out of the way.
“To be honest… I’m disappointed.”
He methodically shovels the thick snow as he speaks.
“I’ve been expecting my opponents to tear my soul apart these last days, y’know? A weird expectation if you ask me but this is wrestling. We’re all fucking weird in a way or another. Thing is we’re supposed to get into the opponents minds and break them down… I ain’t no master but let me tell you how this shit works. At first, all you’ve gotta do is set up the victory of your battles psychologically and then, you step into the ring and finish the job physically.
Sounds easier said than done. The humankind may be doomed but we’re still a stubborn bunch, aren't we? So… Pardon me but I lied.
Truth is I was mentally broken a couple of days ago. The frustration’s building up to a boiling point, lads ‘n lasses. Make no mistake, I’m talking to Carnage, Sinister and Trinity… The losers club. I mean, it’s a fact, right? We’re all losers. And we’re all destined to face each other in a fatal four-way match in Massachusetts. Now some fools might even dare to claim that this contest’s but a toilet break.
Truth is I was mentally broken a couple of days ago. The frustration’s building up to a boiling point, lads ‘n lasses. Make no mistake, I’m talking to Carnage, Sinister and Trinity… The losers club. I mean, it’s a fact, right? We’re all losers. And we’re all destined to face each other in a fatal four-way match in Massachusetts. Now some fools might even dare to claim that this contest’s but a toilet break.
Nobody wanna see losers.”
Benny’s still shoveling the snow. His moves clearly look more violent as the frustration on his face easily shows.
“This contest’s gonna be extreme because no one is willing to lose… Not this time! Oh, I’m sure Sinister Minister would never ever dream of losing to a guy like me. For your information, Sinister and I had already wrestled in the same company before; and if I’m not mistaken, we even shared the ring once or twice. There’s no doubt that Sinister is a capable wrestler. He can take care of himself when the ring bells – I witnessed so first hand. The problem is that Sinister has been living in the shadow of his former self for a looooooooooong time.
I can feel it.
Every flight that he catches, every time he has to endure having a conversation with a lil shit such as Tommy, every time he steps into a ring… I look into his eyes and I don’t see that fire anymore. And deep inside, he knows exactly what I’m talking about. I mean, no wonder why he was only successful in BFW because he had a partner to lean on, and honestly? That sucka wasn’t even good.
It was all about two has-beens tryna push each other in order to deal with the incoming storm of new talent ready to leave them behind. I even dare to say that he’s not confident for this match… Not because of Trinity or even Carnage.
Nope! He’s not confident because he’ll have to deal with me!
I look forward to facing you, Sinister! Because all those foolish gay/penis jokes and all the bullshits are about to backfire. Destiny is funny, huh? We’re back in Massachusetts, man! I want you to have in mind that the old Benny Stevens died with the old BFW arena in Boston…
… And the new Benny Stevens will have you feeling like getting back to your buddies in the Vatican ‘cause I’ll bring hell upon Earth, bitch-ass motherfucka!”
Benny lets out a quick chuckle and turns to the person whom is apparently holding the camera.
“Yo… Was that a cringeworthy analogy, Bobby?”
He sticks the shovel into the snow and turns his attention to the camera.
“Anyway, moving on… They say silence’s the best weapon you can have as it’ll show the world how strong you are on the inside. Shiiiieeeet – if we follow that one strictly, then I’m a weak fool! Recognize that one, Trinity? It’s funny given the fact that you are, indeed, a silent person. You rarely talk; however, when you do, you barely make a point. Take it from me when I say that you’re missing something, Trinity… And that something will always be the reason of your downfall in AWE.
Wanna know what it is? It’s confidence. Your little phrase is but a way to give yourself a back pat. You must tell yourself that kinda shit in order to keep moving forward ‘cause guess what? You don’t believe in yourself either! You’re just like Sinister Minister… The difference between you and him is a penis – and that’s all really because Tommy has Sinister’s ballsack in his pockets.
Ummm… Immature joke? Sorry!
I get it, though. I get the meaning of this match! I feel like the powers that be are sending ME a message. They’re telling me that I should NOT be like you or Sinister… Or perhaps even Carnage!
The thing about Carnage is his physical appearance – specifically, his teeth. I mean, he’s a good dude. I ain’t even hate him. As a matter of fact, I cannot hate him and that only means his strategy is working! Believe it or not, folks… The FUCKING dick puncher aka Colgate Carnage lacks confidence as well. It all makes sense now. The perfect teeth? The rolemodel-ish attitude no matter what? The funny speeches and that bird shit? A mask… A fucking mask!
The perfect smile is a mask hiding his frustrations and the lack of confidence. I might be tripping now but I swear to God the whole obsession with the teeth is fishy. Nevertheless, a bird is about to lose his wings ‘cause I’ll make sure to shoot that fucker down in Massachussets!
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So kill me if y'all wanna win... And this time I mean it.”
Black screen.