Post by Beno on Jul 4, 2017 0:42:21 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a dimly lit bar. Strands of cigarette smoke hang in the air. A variety of people linger around. A woman who appears to be in her early fifties sits at the bar chatting up a man in a rumpled suit. By the heavy cosmetics she has op, it appears she's trying to combat father time. Her red slip of a dress doesn't hug her features well and does nothing to flatter her. The man runs his hand over his balding head, his tie loosened as he gives her a cheeky smile. She leans in and whispers something into his ear. He places an old twenty dollar bill on the bar as they get up to leave. He remove his wedding ring and slips it into his pocket.
A little ways a way, two burly men and a kid that looks barely old enough to be in the bar stand around the pool table. The kid knocks one ball in after another. The two men, obviously intoxicated and red in the face look angrier by the second. Sitting at a table in the corner of the bar is none other than Beno himself. In front of him is an untouched glass of whiskey. He leans back into his chair, surveying everything.
Years ago I consider myself above grimy little places like this. I thought only filth congregated at these establishments. But to be honest, I was wrong. In a bar like this, you see the reality of someones every day life. You saw that man sitting at the bar with grandma over there. His home life can't be that great if he's here picking her up. Maybe his wife treats him like shit and he had a horrid day at work. Over there that kid is obviously hustling those two goons. Not the smartest choice but hey, who am I to judge? The kid is good. He's just trying to make some extra cash. This is the reality we live in. There are no fairy tale endings in the real world. The real world is a hard and ugly place. Television and the media paint false images and scenarios. You've been led to believe that anything is possible if you try hard enough. That a high school drop out can get anywhere in life other than flipping burgers at the local burger joint. That is a lie. Executives don't look at someone who couldn't even finish high school. They want someone who with a degree and capable of completing the tasks given to him or her. That's what any employer should expect. Nothing but the very best from their future and current employees.
Yet it seems that isn't the case when it comes to Thy WWE. Since the company first came to be, they've hired so many men and women that haven't been able to do anything. There's been guys here that couldn't perform a simple drop kick. Guys that were green and a danger to themselves and their opponents. Women hired because they're appealing to the eye. I could sit here and name them off all night. But what would that accomplish? If you've ever been a fan of Thy WWE, then you know all too well who I'm talking about.
Yet none of that truly matters at the moment. Because I'm not competing against some slob who can't wrestle. I'm competing against someone who hasn't done anything for this company in years. In just a few short days, Bob Cena and I step into the ring together for perhaps the final time. The stakes have never been higher for this contest will determine who walks out as the Thy WWE InterNational champion. And it may be the final time the two of us step into the ring together. For our history together goes back years. From the moment I entered Thy WWE, Bob and I have always been on opposite sides. I won my first Tag Team championship from Bob in a handicap match that also featured my old partner, Crisis. When I led the New Knights, Bob Cena joined The Resistance. And when I joined Team Thy WWE, Bob was a member of The New Age. And every time, I was the one that came out on top. Bob may have been talented, but he was never at my level. I've proved that time and time again. But that didn't mean that i wasn't pushed. Every time we squared off, he pushed me. We both came out stronger in the end.
People have compared the two of us on occasion. Both Former World and Tag Team champions. Two of the original members of Thy WWE. Both future hall of famers. But it's time for the comparisons to end. Only one of us can be truly great. Only one of us can walk out as champion. And once this is all settled and done, I'll achieve something I've always dreamt about. Becoming a Triple Crown champion.
It's time to finish this Bob.
One last time.
The scene fades to black.
A little ways a way, two burly men and a kid that looks barely old enough to be in the bar stand around the pool table. The kid knocks one ball in after another. The two men, obviously intoxicated and red in the face look angrier by the second. Sitting at a table in the corner of the bar is none other than Beno himself. In front of him is an untouched glass of whiskey. He leans back into his chair, surveying everything.
Years ago I consider myself above grimy little places like this. I thought only filth congregated at these establishments. But to be honest, I was wrong. In a bar like this, you see the reality of someones every day life. You saw that man sitting at the bar with grandma over there. His home life can't be that great if he's here picking her up. Maybe his wife treats him like shit and he had a horrid day at work. Over there that kid is obviously hustling those two goons. Not the smartest choice but hey, who am I to judge? The kid is good. He's just trying to make some extra cash. This is the reality we live in. There are no fairy tale endings in the real world. The real world is a hard and ugly place. Television and the media paint false images and scenarios. You've been led to believe that anything is possible if you try hard enough. That a high school drop out can get anywhere in life other than flipping burgers at the local burger joint. That is a lie. Executives don't look at someone who couldn't even finish high school. They want someone who with a degree and capable of completing the tasks given to him or her. That's what any employer should expect. Nothing but the very best from their future and current employees.
Yet it seems that isn't the case when it comes to Thy WWE. Since the company first came to be, they've hired so many men and women that haven't been able to do anything. There's been guys here that couldn't perform a simple drop kick. Guys that were green and a danger to themselves and their opponents. Women hired because they're appealing to the eye. I could sit here and name them off all night. But what would that accomplish? If you've ever been a fan of Thy WWE, then you know all too well who I'm talking about.
Yet none of that truly matters at the moment. Because I'm not competing against some slob who can't wrestle. I'm competing against someone who hasn't done anything for this company in years. In just a few short days, Bob Cena and I step into the ring together for perhaps the final time. The stakes have never been higher for this contest will determine who walks out as the Thy WWE InterNational champion. And it may be the final time the two of us step into the ring together. For our history together goes back years. From the moment I entered Thy WWE, Bob and I have always been on opposite sides. I won my first Tag Team championship from Bob in a handicap match that also featured my old partner, Crisis. When I led the New Knights, Bob Cena joined The Resistance. And when I joined Team Thy WWE, Bob was a member of The New Age. And every time, I was the one that came out on top. Bob may have been talented, but he was never at my level. I've proved that time and time again. But that didn't mean that i wasn't pushed. Every time we squared off, he pushed me. We both came out stronger in the end.
People have compared the two of us on occasion. Both Former World and Tag Team champions. Two of the original members of Thy WWE. Both future hall of famers. But it's time for the comparisons to end. Only one of us can be truly great. Only one of us can walk out as champion. And once this is all settled and done, I'll achieve something I've always dreamt about. Becoming a Triple Crown champion.
It's time to finish this Bob.
One last time.
The scene fades to black.
