Post by Ben-Stev on Jan 11, 2017 21:04:58 GMT -5
The figure of Benny Stevens gradually appears on the screen. The man, now sporting a buzzcut hairstyle, sits on a cheap armchair located at the corner of the room. Although his salary has grown decently, his clothing and surroundings remain modest. Benny has a Budweiser in his right hand which he takes a sip of. Finally, he rests it on the carpet floor and looks to the camera.
“Austin Gale.”
Benny takes a quick pause to laugh.
“Bet you just creamed your pants, bud… You finally got me to mention your name. First, let me ask you something. Why the fuck can’t you keep my name outta your mouth, Austin? Are you aware that you’ve been talking about me since Massacre two? Every single show since Massacre two. It’s been nearly two months and you’re still shouting my name. Damn, I’ve never thought that my dick game was so strong. I have exes doing the same but I don’t reply to their messages anymore, y’know?
Consider yourself lucky because you’re finally getting my reply!”
Benny shakes his head and laughs.
“No homo, though… Seriously, don’t get me wrong! I’m not complaining. You know what they say: talk smack about me but just talk about me. Or how Benny Stevens likes to say it…
… Keep making me famous, bitch!
This other day I was chilling at the hotel and I was caught by surprise when your stupid brother called me a sex offender on Twitter. So besides being a compulsive liar, he shows another pattern: his obsession with me. Surprise surprise, right? So I logged out for a moment and I started to think to myself… What did I do? What did I do to trigger their obsession with Benny Stevens?”
He takes another sip of the beer.
“And then I realized that there’s but one answer… Believe it or not, Austin, but I'm your rolemodel. You’ve had everything in your life – cars, money and power. You have an empire built by your family, and somehow you still feel… Empty. You look into the mirror and you cannot accept who you are.
You cannot accept who you’ve become.
I know the feels, Austin. I was a millionaire years ago. I won a reality show and a bunch of motocross Championships – nothing big. However, my arrogance was growing massively… The ass-kissers made me feel like I was a goddamn king amongst commoners. But then, I lost all that money. Shit went downhill just like your credibility when you lost to S-O-B… I lost my ground, man. You lost your ground when S-O-B took you down, didn’t ya?
Anyway, I just wanted people to notice me and I wasn’t prepared for that shit. So I resorted to drugs and alcohol. I thought that losing all those “friends” was the reason of my depression but I was wrong… Truth is I just wanted people to respect me for who I am – not for who I became.
That’s why you look up to me, Austin… Because no matter how fucking FUCKED my career is, you try and chat with the AWE talent and the majority will claim that they respect me and my effort.
Nobody respects you, Austin.
No matter how hard you try to scream that you’re a big boy that can handle himself… No one's buying it. Personally, I love the fact that you’re even bringing Wolfe in order to ride on his coattail because you can’t do anything by your own merit. You had so many people telling you that you’re great that you built this whole persona of what you’re supposed to portray. Truth is the lavish persona is but a shell that hides an insecure lil bitch that needs to grow the fuck up and evolve!
Seriously, you and your brother have me feeling like we’re back in high-school. I can’t even tweet at women and y’all will claim that I’m tryna fuck them. Breaking news, Austin… Being friendly to women doesn’t equal trying to sleep with them. They’re not servants that are meant to suck us off and then tell us how great we are. You lack personality, Gale. You’re shallow… Dumb and shallow – if it wasn't for your heritage; you'd be just another white-collar slave looking up to daredevils such as myself.
You believe that you’re great but the truth, Austin? The truth is right here, talking to you. You’re nowhere as handsome as I am. You have some talent but you’re nowhere as talented as I am. You’re nowhere as INTERESTING as I am.
Notice the pattern?”
Benny turns his head slightly to the side.
“All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I'm smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you’re not.”
Silence.
“Recognize that one, Austin? I’m the Tyler Durden of your twisted reality… You’re a poor man’s Benny Stevens.. You wish you were as charismatic and loved as I am – and that’s because I don’t need money to achieve that. I don’t need to buy people’s respect.
Sure, popularity won’t get you victories… But you aren’t a winner anyway, are you? You beat Hunter Storms and Erron Wilder. Hunter is a great tag team artist; however, beating him one-on-one is no accomplishment – the guy can’t wrestle his way outta a paper bag by himself.
But Erron?”
Benny smirks.
“You’re faaaaaar inferior compared to Erron. I broke him for you… So you’re welcome! Erron barely gave you a fight – he didn’t even seem to bother. He’s been quiet ever since our grueling match. That’s because I pushed him to the limits and he couldn’t hang because RESILIENCE isn’t his forte. The true stuntman was me all along.
Luckily, this ain’t no fuckin' movie -- Tyler Durden's just imagination. Reality is Benny Stevens and I’m bringing AWE something that the fans truly deserve....”
Benny lifts up the Budweiser bottle.
“…Great times are coming, friendos!”
Black screen.