Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2006 17:19:45 GMT -5
The lights dimmed as Benjamin Banks watched the traffic pass by. Car after car he depicted the name brand of each car like he was in battle with only himself. His mind set was securely on Non Compos Mentis, and the North American Championship. It has been days since his last workout, the rest remained on his mental strategy. The day was new, and yet the day grew longer and longer as each car passed by. The roads were wet from all the rain and each passing a car made the water from the ground would splash up into the window where Benjamin was sitting. As time passed Benjamin just sat at his window, curled up on the couch with his body lying vertically along the cushion. His head was prompt up against the window sill and his arms crossed around his neck and shoulders.
It was now 3 o’clock PM, the rain had stopped as the sun came out which flooded the fields with beautiful shades of spring. Benjamin sat up from the couch and let his back crack few times before getting out of his sedentary position. He walked leisurely to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and drank it back while he walked into the living room and sat back down on the couch. Benjamin got back on the couch, but this time he looked through the T.V trying to find something to watch on the television before he left to go pick up his wife. While flipping through the channels he spotted a few news broadcast weather teams warning Miami of a weather warning in affect, Benjamin immediately looked outside and just thought about the weather to himself then flicked through the channels again. He stopped where his intentions were, the sports channel. It was the preview for PCW Hostile Takeover event. Benjamin leaned over towards the television and watched as his match was being discussed.
“Finally, the North American championship will find itself a new owner as it has been vacant for more than a few weeks now. NCM, who has proved himself worthy of the title; will be fighting for his title back as one man Benjamin Banks stands in his way.”
The preview continued to play back through the past meetings between Benjamin and NCM, Benjamin just played them over and over again through his mind. He then felt his hands clench tightly together. His mind began to tremble as all he could hear was the on going remarks of the wrestling fans saying that Benjamin has no chance defeating NCM. They are saying that Benjamin Banks doesn’t know what it’s like to lose something and having to wait so long to have the opportunity to get it back. Now Benjamin was really angry, he sat up from his couch and turned off the television. He rushed upstairs and into his bedroom where he located his clothes and headed outside to his car.
Benjamin got into his car and slammed the door shut; once the car was turned on he heard the same thing coming from the radio. He immediately turned the radio off and pulled out of the driveway going full force. As he lined the car up onto his side of the road he soared off leaving tread wear behind. The sun was scorching into the car; Benjamin pulled down the flap above the steering column and adjusted his seat. His body was pressed up against the steering wheel as he was furious about what had been said. He was taking each turn way to fast, he cut every corner and was lucky it was Sunday otherwise there would be cars and people everywhere. When Benjamin arrived in town his furious temper had calmed down, and his posture went back to normal. He continued driving as people waved and he waved them back. Some of the people were sending him signals of hatred and anger but he acted like it never happened and continued down the road.
It was 4:12pm, his wife walked out of the Miami Day Care center dressed in a lovely pink dress with light yellow shoes and small handbag held by her hip. She climbed into the car as she tried to manage her way around the garbage that had been left in the front seat of the car. Benjamin aided her as he kicked away some of the rubbish giving her just enough room to get into the car. The moment Benjamin pulled out of the parking lot he looked at Julie with a shy grin on his face and said.
Benjamin- People are saying I won’t win this match. They are saying that NCM has far too much of an edge because he’s had the title before and he wants it back more than anything else in the world. There are even people in the city who are giving me looks and showing me there middle finger. What am I do say to that huh? The hometown hero isn’t much of a hero, more like a zero for lack of a better word.
Julie cuts in before Benjamin can say no more, she places her hand down on his thigh and says.
Julie- Benjamin listen to yourself, this never bothered you before. These people are just saying what PCW wants them to say and besides what makes the peoples perspective of the outcome of the match have to do with your views on the match? You think you can beat him; then you beat him. Nothing more should be said,
Benjamin puts his arm on the hood of his car as he continues down the road. His face begins to brighten up as the minutes pass something else comes to his mind.
Benjamin- So, if your saying that I shouldn’t think that what the people are saying shouldn’t affect me, then why in the hell am I thinking this way?
Julie- Bengy, listen it’s like I said. This is what PCW wants them to think, and this is what NCM wants you to feel. He probably thinks that this will make you weaker for the match. I don’t know much about wrestling, but if he can find a way to make his chances better why shouldn’t he.
Benjamin nods and keeps driving, he pulls off onto the highway and keeps driving. Eventually he locates his house. He pulls in and helps Julie out of the car while trying to make like nothing was bothering him. Normally he wouldn’t mind to let Julie know that something was troubling him but, this time he wanted to figure this one out of his own. So once he got inside he told Julie he had some work that needed to be done back in town. He did have work to be done in town, but it wasn’t the same kind of work he had been implying to Julie. Benjamin planned on going down to the mall and set up a microphone where he could speak his mind about his thoughts on the match the following day.
So Benjamin made his way into the city, down to the mall found himself a microphone stand. The stand was position right in the middle of the mall so everyone could see him. The manager didn’t mind because Benjamin was of his biggest fans and this could possibly create a good sales opportunity for the mall marketing system. Benjamin prepared himself as the manager of the mall introduced Benjamin as the PCW’s next North American champion. Benjamin knew that the manager was just sending his own word to the people standing below him so Benjamin thought this was no better time than to take the floor himself. The moment Benjamin stepped out cheers were canceled out by the booing of the crowd. Benjamin thanked the manager and said he would take it from here.
Benjamin silently cleared his throat and tested the microphone with a small breath. Without a moment to waste, he began to introduce himself.
Benjamin- My name is Benjamin Banks, and I am a Pure Class Wrestler. I wrestle in the PCW if you didn’t catch on yet. Like most of you know, if you watch wrestling that I am going to be wrestling in a match for the North American title. Now I want you all to know that this isn’t an advertisement there aren’t 15 other superstars in the back waiting to come out and surprise you all. This is Benjamin Banks coming strait up and personal to you, the fans. Now, I want to let you all know that I have a lot of respect for NCM. He is a talented veteran; he deserves all of the support you guys are giving him here in Miami. I will just cut to the chase, the reason why I am here is because I feel that my hometown fans aren’t giving me any respect for all that I have done for you. Which is why when I came out all I heard were the negative responses given to me by the third of you. I don’t know why and that is why I want to change places with you all. I want all of you to come up here and I will go down to the floor where you are standing right now.
Benjamin walked down the steps and into the crowd of people, most of them just stood there and looked at Benjamin Banks. Most of them were scared at the presence he had over all the people standing around. Some of the people changed their minds about their negative feelings towards Benjamin, the other and everyone else went up to the microphone stand and left Benjamin alone. Benjamin shouted to the group that he wanted someone to tell him why he disrespected Benjamin so much. One large boy walked up to the microphone and shouted out that Benjamin was a stupid fucker who shouldn’t wrestle because he sucks. Benjamin began to laugh as he looked up at the boy. He stared the boy right in the eyes, when the boy got scared; which Benjamin knew would happen he hid off into the group. Finally one man stepped up to the microphone, he was holding wearing a Stone Cold 3:16 shirt. Benjamin placed his arms to his sides and listened.
Guy- Benjamin, you want to know why some of us don’t give you respect, that is because your to fucking nice. Get it through your mind, not every fan wants to love a nice wrestler. You give the biggest dicks in world respect and for that, we hate you for it. You are giving Miami a bad rep by doing that. So you’re complaining that one third of your hometown hates you, well think of Ace Anderson. No one gives his respect except for the one third of the people who don’t give it to you. So now you see, we love the bad ass style wrestlers and not you. NCM is a bigger dick than you and that is why we are saying that you will lose the match. The reason is, is because NCM shows more pride in pissing other people off. He has earned fans by fucking them over. That is a real wrestler.
Benjamin just stands there motionless. His eyes glisten from the lighting in the room. His head begins to pound as his face feels like it has been melted off. The many beads of sweat roll down his face. He is in to much concentration to attempt or to notice the sweat seeping into his eyes. His eyes are merely on the one man who is standing on the top of the stage being commemorated for his words of honesty, and to them truth. Benjamin’s though is now broken as one man steps up to the microphone and says “So what are you going to do about that eh Benjamin?”
Benjamin- You know what, I don’t feel the need to do anything about it. However after hearing what was just said I think I have to do this. Benjamin begins to back up as he looks into the crowd. He keeps walking backwards and finds himself into a sports store. He grabs a bat from the shelf and pays for it. He comes back out with a bat and walks up the stage. He looks the guy in the eye who just spoke and says to him.
Benjamin- So you want to see me go crazy right? I could use this bat and smash the shit out of every window in this mall. The manager steps out from the curtain and looks at Benjamin. Benjamin tells the manager to stand back. The guy looks Benjamin in the eyes and looks back at his friends standing behind him then replies. “Yeah! Do it man.” Benjamin replies back. “ I want you to remember this as long as you remember, this is the day Benjamin Banks goes fucking crazy. Benjamin invites the people to walk out with him; he finds the window of a drug store and stops. He hand one kid the bat and asks him to break the window for him. The kid drops the bat and runs to the back of the line.
Benjamin- So no one is up for it? I guess it is up to me.
Benjamin clears everyone of out the way of the bat, he takes a large swing back and begins to pull through. The people in the back watch on as they are awaiting the millions of pieces to splash out all over the floor. The anxiousness of the group grows more and more when finally Benjamin latches out stops just before the metal bat reaches the glass. The people behind Benjamin are still waiting but Benjamin turns around and calls for the same man who spoke earlier, when the man approaches Benjamin he asks one final question. “So you couldn’t do it?” Benjamin looks away and says firmly, "no I’ve been doing it all along"… Benjamin gives the man the bat as he walks off into the distance. The feed begins to fade on the bat as it is signed in full. “The Unbreakable” Benjamin Banks.
It was now 3 o’clock PM, the rain had stopped as the sun came out which flooded the fields with beautiful shades of spring. Benjamin sat up from the couch and let his back crack few times before getting out of his sedentary position. He walked leisurely to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and drank it back while he walked into the living room and sat back down on the couch. Benjamin got back on the couch, but this time he looked through the T.V trying to find something to watch on the television before he left to go pick up his wife. While flipping through the channels he spotted a few news broadcast weather teams warning Miami of a weather warning in affect, Benjamin immediately looked outside and just thought about the weather to himself then flicked through the channels again. He stopped where his intentions were, the sports channel. It was the preview for PCW Hostile Takeover event. Benjamin leaned over towards the television and watched as his match was being discussed.
“Finally, the North American championship will find itself a new owner as it has been vacant for more than a few weeks now. NCM, who has proved himself worthy of the title; will be fighting for his title back as one man Benjamin Banks stands in his way.”
The preview continued to play back through the past meetings between Benjamin and NCM, Benjamin just played them over and over again through his mind. He then felt his hands clench tightly together. His mind began to tremble as all he could hear was the on going remarks of the wrestling fans saying that Benjamin has no chance defeating NCM. They are saying that Benjamin Banks doesn’t know what it’s like to lose something and having to wait so long to have the opportunity to get it back. Now Benjamin was really angry, he sat up from his couch and turned off the television. He rushed upstairs and into his bedroom where he located his clothes and headed outside to his car.
Benjamin got into his car and slammed the door shut; once the car was turned on he heard the same thing coming from the radio. He immediately turned the radio off and pulled out of the driveway going full force. As he lined the car up onto his side of the road he soared off leaving tread wear behind. The sun was scorching into the car; Benjamin pulled down the flap above the steering column and adjusted his seat. His body was pressed up against the steering wheel as he was furious about what had been said. He was taking each turn way to fast, he cut every corner and was lucky it was Sunday otherwise there would be cars and people everywhere. When Benjamin arrived in town his furious temper had calmed down, and his posture went back to normal. He continued driving as people waved and he waved them back. Some of the people were sending him signals of hatred and anger but he acted like it never happened and continued down the road.
It was 4:12pm, his wife walked out of the Miami Day Care center dressed in a lovely pink dress with light yellow shoes and small handbag held by her hip. She climbed into the car as she tried to manage her way around the garbage that had been left in the front seat of the car. Benjamin aided her as he kicked away some of the rubbish giving her just enough room to get into the car. The moment Benjamin pulled out of the parking lot he looked at Julie with a shy grin on his face and said.
Benjamin- People are saying I won’t win this match. They are saying that NCM has far too much of an edge because he’s had the title before and he wants it back more than anything else in the world. There are even people in the city who are giving me looks and showing me there middle finger. What am I do say to that huh? The hometown hero isn’t much of a hero, more like a zero for lack of a better word.
Julie cuts in before Benjamin can say no more, she places her hand down on his thigh and says.
Julie- Benjamin listen to yourself, this never bothered you before. These people are just saying what PCW wants them to say and besides what makes the peoples perspective of the outcome of the match have to do with your views on the match? You think you can beat him; then you beat him. Nothing more should be said,
Benjamin puts his arm on the hood of his car as he continues down the road. His face begins to brighten up as the minutes pass something else comes to his mind.
Benjamin- So, if your saying that I shouldn’t think that what the people are saying shouldn’t affect me, then why in the hell am I thinking this way?
Julie- Bengy, listen it’s like I said. This is what PCW wants them to think, and this is what NCM wants you to feel. He probably thinks that this will make you weaker for the match. I don’t know much about wrestling, but if he can find a way to make his chances better why shouldn’t he.
Benjamin nods and keeps driving, he pulls off onto the highway and keeps driving. Eventually he locates his house. He pulls in and helps Julie out of the car while trying to make like nothing was bothering him. Normally he wouldn’t mind to let Julie know that something was troubling him but, this time he wanted to figure this one out of his own. So once he got inside he told Julie he had some work that needed to be done back in town. He did have work to be done in town, but it wasn’t the same kind of work he had been implying to Julie. Benjamin planned on going down to the mall and set up a microphone where he could speak his mind about his thoughts on the match the following day.
So Benjamin made his way into the city, down to the mall found himself a microphone stand. The stand was position right in the middle of the mall so everyone could see him. The manager didn’t mind because Benjamin was of his biggest fans and this could possibly create a good sales opportunity for the mall marketing system. Benjamin prepared himself as the manager of the mall introduced Benjamin as the PCW’s next North American champion. Benjamin knew that the manager was just sending his own word to the people standing below him so Benjamin thought this was no better time than to take the floor himself. The moment Benjamin stepped out cheers were canceled out by the booing of the crowd. Benjamin thanked the manager and said he would take it from here.
Benjamin silently cleared his throat and tested the microphone with a small breath. Without a moment to waste, he began to introduce himself.
Benjamin- My name is Benjamin Banks, and I am a Pure Class Wrestler. I wrestle in the PCW if you didn’t catch on yet. Like most of you know, if you watch wrestling that I am going to be wrestling in a match for the North American title. Now I want you all to know that this isn’t an advertisement there aren’t 15 other superstars in the back waiting to come out and surprise you all. This is Benjamin Banks coming strait up and personal to you, the fans. Now, I want to let you all know that I have a lot of respect for NCM. He is a talented veteran; he deserves all of the support you guys are giving him here in Miami. I will just cut to the chase, the reason why I am here is because I feel that my hometown fans aren’t giving me any respect for all that I have done for you. Which is why when I came out all I heard were the negative responses given to me by the third of you. I don’t know why and that is why I want to change places with you all. I want all of you to come up here and I will go down to the floor where you are standing right now.
Benjamin walked down the steps and into the crowd of people, most of them just stood there and looked at Benjamin Banks. Most of them were scared at the presence he had over all the people standing around. Some of the people changed their minds about their negative feelings towards Benjamin, the other and everyone else went up to the microphone stand and left Benjamin alone. Benjamin shouted to the group that he wanted someone to tell him why he disrespected Benjamin so much. One large boy walked up to the microphone and shouted out that Benjamin was a stupid fucker who shouldn’t wrestle because he sucks. Benjamin began to laugh as he looked up at the boy. He stared the boy right in the eyes, when the boy got scared; which Benjamin knew would happen he hid off into the group. Finally one man stepped up to the microphone, he was holding wearing a Stone Cold 3:16 shirt. Benjamin placed his arms to his sides and listened.
Guy- Benjamin, you want to know why some of us don’t give you respect, that is because your to fucking nice. Get it through your mind, not every fan wants to love a nice wrestler. You give the biggest dicks in world respect and for that, we hate you for it. You are giving Miami a bad rep by doing that. So you’re complaining that one third of your hometown hates you, well think of Ace Anderson. No one gives his respect except for the one third of the people who don’t give it to you. So now you see, we love the bad ass style wrestlers and not you. NCM is a bigger dick than you and that is why we are saying that you will lose the match. The reason is, is because NCM shows more pride in pissing other people off. He has earned fans by fucking them over. That is a real wrestler.
Benjamin just stands there motionless. His eyes glisten from the lighting in the room. His head begins to pound as his face feels like it has been melted off. The many beads of sweat roll down his face. He is in to much concentration to attempt or to notice the sweat seeping into his eyes. His eyes are merely on the one man who is standing on the top of the stage being commemorated for his words of honesty, and to them truth. Benjamin’s though is now broken as one man steps up to the microphone and says “So what are you going to do about that eh Benjamin?”
Benjamin- You know what, I don’t feel the need to do anything about it. However after hearing what was just said I think I have to do this. Benjamin begins to back up as he looks into the crowd. He keeps walking backwards and finds himself into a sports store. He grabs a bat from the shelf and pays for it. He comes back out with a bat and walks up the stage. He looks the guy in the eye who just spoke and says to him.
Benjamin- So you want to see me go crazy right? I could use this bat and smash the shit out of every window in this mall. The manager steps out from the curtain and looks at Benjamin. Benjamin tells the manager to stand back. The guy looks Benjamin in the eyes and looks back at his friends standing behind him then replies. “Yeah! Do it man.” Benjamin replies back. “ I want you to remember this as long as you remember, this is the day Benjamin Banks goes fucking crazy. Benjamin invites the people to walk out with him; he finds the window of a drug store and stops. He hand one kid the bat and asks him to break the window for him. The kid drops the bat and runs to the back of the line.
Benjamin- So no one is up for it? I guess it is up to me.
Benjamin clears everyone of out the way of the bat, he takes a large swing back and begins to pull through. The people in the back watch on as they are awaiting the millions of pieces to splash out all over the floor. The anxiousness of the group grows more and more when finally Benjamin latches out stops just before the metal bat reaches the glass. The people behind Benjamin are still waiting but Benjamin turns around and calls for the same man who spoke earlier, when the man approaches Benjamin he asks one final question. “So you couldn’t do it?” Benjamin looks away and says firmly, "no I’ve been doing it all along"… Benjamin gives the man the bat as he walks off into the distance. The feed begins to fade on the bat as it is signed in full. “The Unbreakable” Benjamin Banks.