Post by Ben-Stev on Oct 26, 2016 8:19:36 GMT -5
Black screen.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time. Sit back and relax because, deep inside, you know damn well that this is the moment that you’ve been waiting for… Lets roll, baby.”
The voice’s easy to recognize – it’s Benny Stevens. The opening statement, which was pronounced confidently, is followed by a rather ironic laugh. Finally, he wraps it up by letting out a loud sigh.
“You’re gonna make me do this, aren’t you, Carmen?
The scene fades to a picture of the man himself wearing one of his infamous dresses. Benny laughs.
“Oh, shit… Did you see that? I mean… Wow! What in the fuckity fuck, right?”
Another one!
“Nah, not again, man! Are you really exposing me like that!? Oh noooooo! Maybe I should just retire or else people are gonna make fun of me and call me a homo – waaaaah waaaaaaah, right?”
One more picture pops up.
“SIKE!”
The scene finally fades into a house, in Seattle. Once we’re taken inside, we see Benny sitting on a white comfy chair and, surprisingly, he’s wearing a multi-colored dress. He has a lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He smokes said object and slowly exhales the smoke up. Then, he smashes the cigarette on the ashtray. He looks to the camera and gets up to his feet – adjusting the tight dress along his thick-muscular body.
“Carmen, let me make something clear… It’s not an insult when the individual taking such doesn’t give a fuck. Me? I don’t give a fuck. Nevertheless, I decided to dedicate this little video to you, baby! And, of course, I had to show the whole world that I’m still the same motherfucka that people seek to be… I mean, sure, go ahead and claim that I’m playing dumb because guess what? You’re goddamn right. Playing dumb is what I do… But notice that the key word is play.
That doesn’t equal being dumb, right? See, that’s the main difference between me and you, Carmen. The thing is, while I’m playing a role just to fuck around, you’re being dumb because it’s natural for you… Look at the way you act. Listen to yourself! Who the fuck do you think you’re fooling? Never go full retard, Tugg. Like I said, you’re making a fool of yourself and it’s too damn soon to do that.”
Benny slides his right hand over his well-trimmed goatee and then stretches his arms to the side. A chuckle is interrupted by the upcoming speech.
“It’s funny because you wanna talk about past accomplishments and even nicknames as if shits like that matter when we’re scrapping. That actually had me rolling, I mean, how fuckin’ hypocrite and arrogant you are… Making fun of my nicknames while you call yourself the ‘Gucci Girl’… C’moooooon! How can you even call yourself some cringe bullshit like that when you don’t even wear Gucci clothes? Looks don’t really mean anything, but if you wanna talk about it, then lemme talk about it as well – does your arrogant ass really think that I’d desire a woman that’s five out of ten? Yeah, that’s what you are: a mere five outta ten. You look like a cheap-ass whore that dyes her hair with Kool-Aid and charges twenty dollars to suck some dick in a dark alley.
Summarizing… You speak, act and look like a cheap whore. So what does that make you?
Nothing… This is wrestling after all so who cares, right? Still, that makes you nothing – which fits your current status. You are, indeed, nothing. You’re former this, former that, former blah blah… Dear Lord, we have another dipshit that loves bragging about titles of DEAD federations.
WWA is dead.
Redefine is dead.
DARC is dead.
Therefore, so is your legacy… You won’t see me bragging about being the last UWA Pride Champion because guess what? It’s over.
It’s in the past.
I don’t live in the fuckin’ past.
This isn’t about thousands of titles that you conquered back in the days. It’s about now! What can you do today? What can you do in about two weeks? Let me tell you what you can do… NOTHING.
It’s in the past.
I don’t live in the fuckin’ past.
This isn’t about thousands of titles that you conquered back in the days. It’s about now! What can you do today? What can you do in about two weeks? Let me tell you what you can do… NOTHING.
You’re coming back from an injury. How do you think you’re gonna handle hungry wolves such as myself and Fantana? Carmen, we don’t play. We wrestle five-star matches or die trying. That’s how we roll. We won’t sugar coat anything when we step into that ring… Whatever your injury was, I’ll make sure to aim for that spot and I’ll break you… I’ll put you down and I’ll stomp you ‘til you beg for mercy.
But like I said, I don’t give a fuck.”
Benny walks to one side and another as he speaks, motioning with his hands.
“You got me thinking that we’re on some Yogi Bear shit. Trust me, that ‘boo boo’ thing’s making you look bad, baby… And that’s coming from a guy that’s recording a video while wearing a dress. Not only I guarantee that I’m better than you when it comes to wrestling, but I also look better than you in a dress. Awkward, isn’t it? Yeah, go ahead, reply to this video and make fun of me wearing this shit… Go to the social media and post pictures even though the whole world had already seen me doing it before.
By the way, did you know that I was training with a broken arm? Some fool broke my arm back in the BFW days and I had to wear a cast for a couple of months… Do you think that I’d stop training because of a fuckin’ cast? Hell no! I kept doing it every single day because I love wrestling. This is what I do. I’m not here to act like a wannabe gangsta, or a model, or whatever… I’m here to fight.
I’m here to chew bubblegum and kick ass… Wait, that’s generic – still not as generic as your whole attitude, Carmen.
You’re a phony.
I just wonder… What happens to you when you lose the match after all that braggadocio? See ya in Washington D.C., Carmen. Rest assured because this is the only time that I’ll talk to ya. And if you don’t believe it…”
Benny turns around and pulls the back of his dress up to his waist. Fortunately, the scene’s blurred, still, we see his bare ass cheeks as the camera fades to black.