Post by Beno on Mar 28, 2016 22:32:28 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a dingy little bar. We see Beno dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white sleeveless undershirt, tan steel toe boots and a leather jacket. His ever present jewelry sits upon his wrist, fingers and neck. A tall glass of whiskey sits in front of him.
It's been nearly a year since I last competed in a ring. For so long I was obsessed with the idea of retirement. After suffering defeat at the hands of Troy Motors, I honestly thought it was the end. That my time was up and a new era was on the rise. Yet after watching Raw and the pay per view events that followed my departure, I could see that it was all in my head. That this so called new era was nothing more than an illusion. Because as I watched week after week, I saw the same thing. The same faces. The same angles. Blade LaVigne was still champion. The New Age were still trying to take control of the company. That's when Thy WWE opened their doors to new competitors. Me nadn women that they thought would become something big. As we all can see, that's nothing more than a joke. Guys like Seth Rollins, Latoya and Robert Saints. Nothing more than mere curtain jerkers.
Beno brings the glass of whiskey up to his lips and takes a sip.
Competitors like these are suppose to be the future of Thy WWE? That's the biggest joke of them all. It's even more laughable that Joseph booked me against all three of them. Did you even try to give me a challenge Joseph? You of all people know just how capable I am of dealing with peasants. Or have you forgotten all of the lashings in Camelot? Have you forgotten what happened to your little buddy Troy in the dungeons? No, you're just thankful it wasn't you. I have a lot more to say about you and your little rag tag group of misfits but that's for another time.
Allow me to give the three of you some advice. Don't bite off more than you can chew. I'm not entirely sure what any of you can claim you have done, but it seems to me that the list of accomplishments are none existent. The very fact that you said that the three of you are the future shows just how warped your mind truly is. Let's talk about your team for a moment. We have Latoya. A woman that constantly plagues Burris with her presence. She claims that she'll one day become the Thy WWE champion. She has as much chance as Kufi Stonking returning to the company. She's deluded herself with self importance. Yet she's nothing more than a waste of breathe. I'm starting to seriously question how the executives are hiring these days. Back when I first showed up, you needed an edge. You actually had to have talent to be in this business something that all three of you severely lack.
Then we have Seth Rollins. Honestly, what can i say about this guy? He's a talent-less hack who should have never been given a contract. Guy can't even lace up his own boots without help. He's even more of a waste of space. Seth, you haven't done anything in this business worth mentioning. You haven't even had the respect to say anything this week. You sit at home, waiting for your match only to be roughly trounced week in and week out. If anyone should heed my advice, it's certainly you. You don't have the talent to be here kid. After our match, you may finally realize that. In fact, I'm going to do to you what I should have to so many. I'm going to make my point very clearly on you. I'm going to end your career Seth.
Robert Saints. The man on a mission to make his family recognizable. No one has heard of your family's so called legacy. Maybe that's why you're here. You're embarrassed by the Saints name. Your only claim to fame will be this match against one of the, if not the greatest superstar to ever grace a Thy WWE squared circle. But I'm not without reason. I was once like you. I too come from a family of professional wrestlers and fighters. Quite a few of them never amounted to anything. Then I came around and shook the very foundation of professional wrestling.I put my family's name on the map. I lead the way for my nephews to make their marks. My children will one day make their mark in the squared circle. But that's where our similarities end. Unlike you, I made something out of nothing. And unlike you, I can back up my words in and outside of the ring. You say I'm the past. I'm telling you that I'm just getting started. You may have put on a good show if you were paired with anyone else past and present in the company. But unfortunately for you, that just isn't the case. When the dust settles and the bell rings, you'll see exactly why I am who I am.
The Hero.
The Villain.......The King of Camelot.......The King of Thy WWE.........The One and Only.
Beno drains the remainder of his glass of whiskey and slams it on the counter.
Beno.
Beno rises from the stoll and looks around. He smirks, places a $50 bill on the counter and walks towards the exit. The scene fades to black.
It's been nearly a year since I last competed in a ring. For so long I was obsessed with the idea of retirement. After suffering defeat at the hands of Troy Motors, I honestly thought it was the end. That my time was up and a new era was on the rise. Yet after watching Raw and the pay per view events that followed my departure, I could see that it was all in my head. That this so called new era was nothing more than an illusion. Because as I watched week after week, I saw the same thing. The same faces. The same angles. Blade LaVigne was still champion. The New Age were still trying to take control of the company. That's when Thy WWE opened their doors to new competitors. Me nadn women that they thought would become something big. As we all can see, that's nothing more than a joke. Guys like Seth Rollins, Latoya and Robert Saints. Nothing more than mere curtain jerkers.
Beno brings the glass of whiskey up to his lips and takes a sip.
Competitors like these are suppose to be the future of Thy WWE? That's the biggest joke of them all. It's even more laughable that Joseph booked me against all three of them. Did you even try to give me a challenge Joseph? You of all people know just how capable I am of dealing with peasants. Or have you forgotten all of the lashings in Camelot? Have you forgotten what happened to your little buddy Troy in the dungeons? No, you're just thankful it wasn't you. I have a lot more to say about you and your little rag tag group of misfits but that's for another time.
Allow me to give the three of you some advice. Don't bite off more than you can chew. I'm not entirely sure what any of you can claim you have done, but it seems to me that the list of accomplishments are none existent. The very fact that you said that the three of you are the future shows just how warped your mind truly is. Let's talk about your team for a moment. We have Latoya. A woman that constantly plagues Burris with her presence. She claims that she'll one day become the Thy WWE champion. She has as much chance as Kufi Stonking returning to the company. She's deluded herself with self importance. Yet she's nothing more than a waste of breathe. I'm starting to seriously question how the executives are hiring these days. Back when I first showed up, you needed an edge. You actually had to have talent to be in this business something that all three of you severely lack.
Then we have Seth Rollins. Honestly, what can i say about this guy? He's a talent-less hack who should have never been given a contract. Guy can't even lace up his own boots without help. He's even more of a waste of space. Seth, you haven't done anything in this business worth mentioning. You haven't even had the respect to say anything this week. You sit at home, waiting for your match only to be roughly trounced week in and week out. If anyone should heed my advice, it's certainly you. You don't have the talent to be here kid. After our match, you may finally realize that. In fact, I'm going to do to you what I should have to so many. I'm going to make my point very clearly on you. I'm going to end your career Seth.
Robert Saints. The man on a mission to make his family recognizable. No one has heard of your family's so called legacy. Maybe that's why you're here. You're embarrassed by the Saints name. Your only claim to fame will be this match against one of the, if not the greatest superstar to ever grace a Thy WWE squared circle. But I'm not without reason. I was once like you. I too come from a family of professional wrestlers and fighters. Quite a few of them never amounted to anything. Then I came around and shook the very foundation of professional wrestling.I put my family's name on the map. I lead the way for my nephews to make their marks. My children will one day make their mark in the squared circle. But that's where our similarities end. Unlike you, I made something out of nothing. And unlike you, I can back up my words in and outside of the ring. You say I'm the past. I'm telling you that I'm just getting started. You may have put on a good show if you were paired with anyone else past and present in the company. But unfortunately for you, that just isn't the case. When the dust settles and the bell rings, you'll see exactly why I am who I am.
The Hero.
The Villain.......The King of Camelot.......The King of Thy WWE.........The One and Only.
Beno drains the remainder of his glass of whiskey and slams it on the counter.
Beno.
Beno rises from the stoll and looks around. He smirks, places a $50 bill on the counter and walks towards the exit. The scene fades to black.
