Post by Ben-Stev on Feb 28, 2017 22:15:59 GMT -5
The high beam headlights of a vehicle shine brightly towards the camera, making it difficult for us to see anything between them but a male figure and shadows. Momentarily, the left headlight's covered by the person as he walks to the back of the car. The trunk is popped – thirty seconds later, the man stands in front of the vehicle, this time carrying two large gym bags. Once he carelessly drops them on the dirt ground, we can tell that they seem heavy.
“See, I’ve been travelling a lot by myself lately… I just hop into this classic bad-boy over here and drive – from hotel to hotel, highways and cities. It’s tiresome, and sometimes I feel homesick; however, I get to meet different people – lifestyles, landscapes and food.”
The person walks toward the driver’s door as he speaks.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already said that, though. I swear we’re a bunch of crazy motherfuckas, man.”
He reaches into the interior and the headlights are finally switched to low beam; therefore, allowing us to see the scene with precision. Benny Stevens stands nearby his 1976 Cadillac Coupe DeVille. He takes off his jacket, sporting a wife-beater shirt tucked into cargo camouflage pants.
“Do you people agree with me? I mean, take a look at what we do for a living. We’re wrestlers – individuals that get paid to cut videos and beat the hell outta each other. For what? Fame? Money? Championships? It doesn’t really matter. The fact of the matter is we’re all crazy… Well, I am crazy. I don’t know about y’all, but I feel like we’re doing the same shit over and over again. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining whatsoever. Wrestling has been my life's motivation since 2016 – thing is no matter whether I win or lose, I’ll still do the same shit.”
He goes to one of his knees and taps the bags.
“I ended a vicious cycle at Executive Action and that was beautiful… But, once again, I find myself trapped into another goddamn cycle. The reason that I mentioned my constant travels is I finally figured out what the biggest enemy of mankind is. It’s like… I opened my eyes. They made me realize how much of a crazy masochist I am – because no matter how much fucking FUCKED my situation is, I’ll keep hustling. I’ve been saying that I’ll be the Resilience Champion since day one, but here I am… One of the worst records in AWE.
Do I care?
Fuck yeah! If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be worth of being part of AWE. I wouldn’t be worth of being one of the Resilience’s big four. Damn right, motherfuckers. Worst record on the roster, yet still claiming to be the elite… Now that’s crazy, huh?”
He finally picks up one of the bags and begins to drop its content on the ground. The objects are a bunch of medals and trophies.
“I’m not a delusional fool. I’ve just realized that the more I remain stuck in the past, the more chance I stand to fail. Ya feel me? So, basically, I just told y’all what the biggest enemy of mankind is…
… The past.”
Benny speaks as he puts the objects together into a mount with his feet.
“The past holds us all back, man… Regrets and traumatic experiences. Most of us are way too attached to the past in a way, and the opponents in this inter-divisional match are no different. Most of us have something to prove – most of us need to bounce off of losses and prove to our own selves that we can still keep going.”
A brief pause is taken as he's piling up all the trophies and medals.
“Some of us will have to fight friends… Do I want to fight Hubert? Nah. Hubert’s a great guy. He treats me with respect so, obviously, he gets nothing but respect from me. I also like Caroline – we haven’t spoken much, but I just feel a different vibe from her. Maybe it’s her whole queen bravado. I mean, what can I say? I love women that can handle themselves.”
Benny walks toward the trunk again.
“There are also ‘neutral’ competitors. I don’t really hate y’all… Yet. Pace and Roberts? Both of them failed to win the Alpha Cup, just like me. Tornado? Good guy, it seems – good sport. Guy wished us good luck and shit, so hey, not bad. I mean, he even managed to defeat Jack Huggs! Fuckin’ A+ impressive, right!? He’s gotten himself the old man’s title but that ain’t worth jackshit in the AWE, so… Congratulations, I guess?”
He walks over to the pile with two gas canisters and a title belt over the shoulder. Then, he pours the liquid over the mount.
“Lawson’s been silent ever since I beat his bitch-ass at Executive Action… He tried to talk some shit, but Dare humbled him like a pro. Jones? A dumbshit that clearly didn’t know what the fuck he was getting into when he signed above the dotted line.”
Benny throws the empty canisters away and ignites a lighter. He launches it at the mount, setting the objects ablaze. Next, drops the title belt into the fire.
“This is the growth of Benny Stevens. They say you learn a lot from losses, but I disagree. We’ve gotta learn from the past – but never get attached to it. My progress in the AWE hasn’t been fortunate yet. But y’know what? That won't matter when I step into the ring. I simply learn from it and move on – which means I get the fuck up and keep fighting. I’ll simply outlast every single one of you… And it all starts in the Royale.
So go ahead and trash me all you want; make fun of the bad decisions that I made in the past – remind me of my losses. Fuel the fire that will never die within me and be the reason of your own demise.”
He chuckles.
“Light up my day, friendos!”
Black screen.