Post by Zack Fantana on Oct 30, 2016 23:57:33 GMT -5
Zack Fantana steps into the apartment building's corridor and heads toward the mail boxes. He unlocks his locker, removing a stack of envelopes and soon finds himself rifling through it.
"Junk... junk... junk... ugh!"
The mail flies over Fantana's shoulder and flutters to the floor in disarray as Zack slams the door shut and removes his key. A few of the apartment dwellers eye him up with disdain as he makes his way over to the elevator.
"Benjamin, I'm worried about you. You don't write. You don't call. I don't mean to sound like a helicopter parent, because honestly I don't care about your well-being whatsoever, but I'm looking for my just deserts. If you ask a man to do you a favor and he obliges you, it's only to polite to send a thank you note in return, no?"
The camera man nods if that counts for anything.
"Kids just have no respect these days."
The elevator doors open and Fantana stomps inside, hitting the number corresponding to his floor before leaning against the rail along the back of the elevator.
"I don't get it. Did my letter not reach you? I used the self-addressed stamped envelope you sent me. Are you simply choosing to ignore me now that we've been booked against one another?
That's no way to treat a pen pal, Stevens. I know you're not used to having someone reply to you, whether it be in response to your late night booty calls or the numerous letters you've addressed to any one of the men in the Washington State Penitentiary who might be your father, but it's simply not polite to leave someone hanging like that."
The door closes just after the camera man makes his way inside the elevator. The elevator chimes as it begins its ascent.
"Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. It seems that you've made a habit of chasing away everyone who ever cared about you out of your life. Hell, the only reason Bobby Franchise is still around is because he's a man of his word and also happens to be the most stubborn human being alive.
But I took several minutes out of my day to reply to your letters. Let's not forget that. I tried to be there for you, Benjamin. I responded to your letters when anyone else would have changed their address and fled the state. All I required in return was a simple 'thank you' for my time. But you just couldn't do it, could you?
Have you noticed the correlation? It's this kind of blatant disregard for your fellow man that leads to people walking out of your life. But if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. In all honestly, I never planned on being in your life very long. See, I've got plans to make quick work of you and Carmen Cambridge and then be on my way to the Resilience Title.
To think I almost considered taking you under my wing."
With a scoff, Zack stares at the numbers changing as the elevator goes upward.
"But you snubbed me entirely, just like Carmen of late. While Carmen may have ridiculed you for not being able to multi-task, she's fallen into the very same trap. Her latest video had nary a mention of me.
You two are so focused on arguing over who's more generic that you've begun to overlook the biggest threat either of you have in the match. If I must spell it out for you, it's me. After your latest back-and-forth, I had to check to make sure I was still listed on the card. Maybe I missed something but all you two seem to do is climb up one another's asses without addressing the elephant in the room. As much as I'd love to see you two continue to squabble like school children over who fills out a dress better, there are a few things I feel compelled to address."
The elevator doors open but Fantana does not move.
"Carmen, if your plan of attack is to wait around for an opportunity to catch me in a submission, well, I'll take that as a challenge. Let's see just how fast we can dye that hair red. See, you don't get second chances with me, Cambridge. Don't understand yet? I'm sure you'll figure out what I'm talking about after the bell when you come to. I just hope you don't have a history with concussions or neck injuries... Oh, you do, don't you? Awkward. Well, at least you'll get the chance to flesh out your definition of the word resilience in two or three months time.
See, resilience is a little more than working a 300 person crowd in Mexico for 20 dollars. That's part of the business. Resilience is more than suffering a concussion and continuing the match. It's a combat sport. Get used to it. And resilience is more than making it the entire way through a Benny Stevens promo, although I have to admit it takes a cast-iron stomach to digest those sometimes. Your story of working for 20 dollars a night is not unique. Every wrestler has that story and more just like it. Truth be told, you don't know a thing about resilience. You started five years ago and think you know the score. Hell no. I've seen kids stick it out in high school longer than that. Do you think anyone in high school knows a damn thing about anything? I thought not. And the same applies to you. You're in your early twenties; you don't get to define resilience because you've yet to truly face it. Look at you - 23 years old and making more money than me and everyone else on this roster for that matter. Get the fuck out of here with that resilient bullshit.
Want something to come back from? I'll give it to you on Massacre. The offer stands for you as well, Stevens. Because I'm all-inclusive. Reply all."
"Junk... junk... junk... ugh!"
The mail flies over Fantana's shoulder and flutters to the floor in disarray as Zack slams the door shut and removes his key. A few of the apartment dwellers eye him up with disdain as he makes his way over to the elevator.
"Benjamin, I'm worried about you. You don't write. You don't call. I don't mean to sound like a helicopter parent, because honestly I don't care about your well-being whatsoever, but I'm looking for my just deserts. If you ask a man to do you a favor and he obliges you, it's only to polite to send a thank you note in return, no?"
The camera man nods if that counts for anything.
"Kids just have no respect these days."
The elevator doors open and Fantana stomps inside, hitting the number corresponding to his floor before leaning against the rail along the back of the elevator.
"I don't get it. Did my letter not reach you? I used the self-addressed stamped envelope you sent me. Are you simply choosing to ignore me now that we've been booked against one another?
That's no way to treat a pen pal, Stevens. I know you're not used to having someone reply to you, whether it be in response to your late night booty calls or the numerous letters you've addressed to any one of the men in the Washington State Penitentiary who might be your father, but it's simply not polite to leave someone hanging like that."
The door closes just after the camera man makes his way inside the elevator. The elevator chimes as it begins its ascent.
"Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. It seems that you've made a habit of chasing away everyone who ever cared about you out of your life. Hell, the only reason Bobby Franchise is still around is because he's a man of his word and also happens to be the most stubborn human being alive.
But I took several minutes out of my day to reply to your letters. Let's not forget that. I tried to be there for you, Benjamin. I responded to your letters when anyone else would have changed their address and fled the state. All I required in return was a simple 'thank you' for my time. But you just couldn't do it, could you?
Have you noticed the correlation? It's this kind of blatant disregard for your fellow man that leads to people walking out of your life. But if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. In all honestly, I never planned on being in your life very long. See, I've got plans to make quick work of you and Carmen Cambridge and then be on my way to the Resilience Title.
To think I almost considered taking you under my wing."
With a scoff, Zack stares at the numbers changing as the elevator goes upward.
"But you snubbed me entirely, just like Carmen of late. While Carmen may have ridiculed you for not being able to multi-task, she's fallen into the very same trap. Her latest video had nary a mention of me.
You two are so focused on arguing over who's more generic that you've begun to overlook the biggest threat either of you have in the match. If I must spell it out for you, it's me. After your latest back-and-forth, I had to check to make sure I was still listed on the card. Maybe I missed something but all you two seem to do is climb up one another's asses without addressing the elephant in the room. As much as I'd love to see you two continue to squabble like school children over who fills out a dress better, there are a few things I feel compelled to address."
The elevator doors open but Fantana does not move.
"Carmen, if your plan of attack is to wait around for an opportunity to catch me in a submission, well, I'll take that as a challenge. Let's see just how fast we can dye that hair red. See, you don't get second chances with me, Cambridge. Don't understand yet? I'm sure you'll figure out what I'm talking about after the bell when you come to. I just hope you don't have a history with concussions or neck injuries... Oh, you do, don't you? Awkward. Well, at least you'll get the chance to flesh out your definition of the word resilience in two or three months time.
See, resilience is a little more than working a 300 person crowd in Mexico for 20 dollars. That's part of the business. Resilience is more than suffering a concussion and continuing the match. It's a combat sport. Get used to it. And resilience is more than making it the entire way through a Benny Stevens promo, although I have to admit it takes a cast-iron stomach to digest those sometimes. Your story of working for 20 dollars a night is not unique. Every wrestler has that story and more just like it. Truth be told, you don't know a thing about resilience. You started five years ago and think you know the score. Hell no. I've seen kids stick it out in high school longer than that. Do you think anyone in high school knows a damn thing about anything? I thought not. And the same applies to you. You're in your early twenties; you don't get to define resilience because you've yet to truly face it. Look at you - 23 years old and making more money than me and everyone else on this roster for that matter. Get the fuck out of here with that resilient bullshit.
Want something to come back from? I'll give it to you on Massacre. The offer stands for you as well, Stevens. Because I'm all-inclusive. Reply all."