Post by Ben-Stev on Nov 1, 2016 19:26:02 GMT -5
We are taken to the Lake View Cemetery – in Seattle. The slow-motion video shows beautiful lands which hosted the interments of well-known individuals such as Bruce Lee and his son. Amongst those people, several unknown citizens lay beneath the greeny lands. Benny Stevens’ mother’s one of them. The Nisei War Memorial monument’s briefly focused before the screen fades to black.
Finally, the scene fades into Benny Stevens resting his back on his deceased mother’s tombstone. Regardless of the outstanding sunny day, the surrounding’s atmosphere is quite depressing. Benny has a folded paper in his right hand while the left hand rests above his forehead, the fingers scratch between the blond hair locks. He looks to the camera and points at it with the folded paper, and then speaks calmly.
“They say you don’t have a second chance to make a good first impression… Now, if we actually start off that sentence, then I’m screwed. I mean, lets be honest now, ok? Ain’t none of y’all have ever seen a guy recording a promo while wearing a dress. Some of y’all have been in this business for years, yet, that was the first time that you witnessed a male wrestler claiming to be proud of wearing a dress.
Does that make me special? Nah… That just makes me one crazy motherfucker.
Oops… Sorry, mom.
Thing is, we’re all crazy. That’s why I’m not special… We’ve had our shares of ass kicking during our careers. Whether it’s a short or long career, we had already had our asses kicked at least once. Does it hurt? Definitely… We live week after week dealing with our aching bodies. But we do what we’re supposed to do anyway – we don’t stop. That just proves how insane we are because we get paid to receive & give ass beatings.
Sure, some of us have our reasons besides the good ol’ ass kicking. Whether those reasons are noble or not, they define who we are in this business and how far we succeed – IF we succeed at all. That’s for you, Carmen: It’s not about the past, dumb-dumb… It’s about who you are nowadays. The past cannot define us because people change…
… Things change.”
Benny unfolds the paper and takes a look at it. He nods and lets out a quick chuckle – this time; however, he didn’t sound happy.
“Mom always told me that there are no heroes in this world… We live in this massive globe called Earth in which several cultures involve mythologies that surround Gods and the supposed unknown. Well, some of us actually look up to mere human beings. I mean, if I had to count on God, I’d still be injecting hazardous substances into my veins… God took the coolest woman in the world away from me.
So, yeah, there are no heroes.
As much as I wanted y’all to see it for yourselves – there’s one specific person that I must address this time. See, he used to be a hero… Maybe he still is, after all, he kinda brought me back to Earth – again. It’s all awesome and fun as long as we don’t take it to the personal level, right? Well, I guarantee that I don’t really give a f… Rat’s arse about most things said about me.
It’s the truth. It’s like I’m just numb.
It’s the truth. It’s like I’m just numb.
Go ahead and trash me.
I don’t care… But it all changes when you make it personal.
Oh, I’m talking to you, Zack Fantana… Mr. Fantanasy. Don’t worry, buddy – I got your letter. I got your message quite clearly.”
Benny reads out loud a few words which he appears to written on the paper.
“Here’s my advice, Benjamin. Be true to yourself.”
Benny takes a deep breath and nods. He looks up to the horizon and then gets back to his feet, patting the dirt off his purple slacks.
“You even mentioned my government name. Now that’s cute, Zack. I might be jumping to conclusions but seems like you’re tryna make this personal… Are you? Because if so, then lets roll, man. I don’t mind taking this shit to a whole new level. If you think that I’m being fake to myself, then you don’t really know anything about me at all… Which is a shame, y’know? Because I thought that you could relate to me, Zack. You and I, we had our family issues. You know exactly how I feel and I know how you feel. Whether you like it or not, we share a sort of a… Bond.
Yeah. A bond.
Erm, no homo, though.
We’ve been through some rough times, friendo. Here we are, stronger than ever. Or at least appearing to be so… See, if I claimed that you didn’t get into my head, I’d be lying. I hate liars. I don’t lie, Zack.
I’m not a… Fuckin’ con!”
Benny looks to the tombstone and shakes his head because of the swearing.
“Why do you even want me to reply to this goddamn letter? I mean, you don’t care about me anyway, right? Nah, y’know what? I think you do. You want to hate a fool like myself; however, you cannot – you simply cannot do it. Maybe that’s why you don’t want to be associated with me at all. You refuse to accept the fact that I’m the only one in this motherfucka that understands you… And you understand me. Haha, that’s it!
You. Understand. Me!
It’s a shame this is becoming personal. Summon Benjamin and he’ll give you one hell of a ride, friendo. And that shall happen in Washington. You got into my head, and that was your mistake – you don’t motivate me like that. You simply poured fuel into a small blaze… And that blaze grew to a damn wild fire.”
Benny moves towards the camera and crumples the letter sent by Zack.
“This ain't about a match or even a title anymore... You better be ready for a fuckin’ fight, Zachary.”
Benny throws the paper at the camera and turns to look down to his mother’s tombstone. He lowers his head and does the cross sign with his hands as the scene slowly fades to black.