Post by boundfury on Apr 26, 2010 23:35:08 GMT -5
Jake Benson is standing in his locker room, buttoning up a red dress shirt. It's only been mere days since he defeated Batsista and seriously wounded the Animal. Jake turns to see the camera and gives it an awkward glance. Benson zips up his gym bag and slings it over his shoulder. He starts walking out of the locker room and down the hall; the entire time the camera has been following in reverse. Jake looks right at the camera.
Jake: I promised a revival! I promised to make an impact on this company and I did it on SmackDown! I not only beat the multiple time WWE World Champion, Batista, I took him out! That's not something small, that's a huge factor. Everyone around stood there with their doubts. Does Jake Benson still have what it takes to destroy his opponents? Can he still keep up with the industry's finest? FUCK! I'm only 30! I'm still living in my prime! Hell, I don't think there will ever be a moment in my career that I'm not in my prime. Sure, I've hit slow patches. I left sinking ships, but those are all stories left for another day. Say when I win the WWE Championship. Wait a minute, why does Jake feel he suddenly has a right to the world title? Because what seems to have been under shadowed by this match is that I am the Number One Contender!
Suddenly a beeping comes from Jake's pocket, he pulls out a Blackberry Storm and checks it. His grin radiates of confidence, he slides it back into his pocket.
Jake: That was a text from Shane McMahon with this weeks SmackDown! card. I have to say, I'm impressed by the high profile matches that have been booked. If this keeps up, WWEvolution will certainly make it to the top, and who better than to steer that ship into a new era then The Blast? That's right, I'm the top dog of this company! JC Styles, the fluke champion, can keep that championship warm for me until I decide that I want to rip the gold away from his unworthy waist. I'm still having a good time removing the trash of the past and this week will be another perfect opportunity for that. My opponent this week is a man that I have a great deal of respect for, a man that I'm surprised isn't holding the championship right now. My opponent this week is the King of Kings, the Cerebral Assassin, the Thirteen Time World Champion, The Game Triple H!
Jake walks out the door of the back hallway, and into the parking lot. His march continues and so does the stalking camera.
Jake: Now when I was still dreaming of being a pro wrestler, Triple H signed with this company. It was after a very uninspiring run in WCW which I'm sure Hunter now laughs at, but I used to be a WCW fan. I saw his ass getting beat on a weekly basis. Sure, sure, I'll give him credit for being victorious here and there, but he didn't have an edge. I know exactly what that was like. When I broke into the business, I didn't have the killer edge that I do today. I had too much sympathy and mercy for my fellow wrestlers. It lead to very few victories and some less than great paycheques. Now about fifteen years ago, Triple H came to this company and instantly I knew "This man is going to be a star!" and I was right. Here we are thirteen world title runs later. Now honestly, that's quite an accomplishment. He's truly one of the greatest that has existed, but so was Ric Flair! You see, Hunter; you're championships don't even measure up to half of the world title I've held. I'm a twenty-eight time world champion, that doesn’t even live up to the other accomplishments I've put under my belt like the United-Continental Championship of The Asylum, being the CWF World Tag Team Champion, being a CWF Hall of Living Legends inductee! These are all things that I’ve managed to seal on my legacy!
Jake gets to his car, he opens the door and tosses his bag into the backseat. He doesn’t climb in, instead he closes the door.
Jake: Now I know you’ve been waiting for me to rebuttal for your less than impressive speech with Matt Stryker. See, I’ve never been a fan of using an announcer to get my message across, I’ve always preferred to just say what I wish, but of course, we all know that sometimes you’re forced into that position. Frankly, I don’t listen to them. But it seems you do…quite interesting considering that the attitude you’re trying to project is that you’re confident. You see, that’s your weakness, you let what he said get to you. You’re afraid of everyone speaking behind your back, afraid of people tiny shots at you because you got screwed over. Stryker wasn’t rubbing in the fact that I’m the contender for the title. He simply was stating a fact! I beat your good buddy, Dave Batista, last week. I took him out. But was it personal reason…of course! Not the personal reasons you think though. You see, when I finally developed the edge I needed to lead me to the glory that I have EARNED in this industry; I was long bored with the WWE you were developing. I kept my eye on the main competition of course, but while you were busy running the PG playground and the backwards soap opera stories of Vince McMahon. I was breaking skulls in ECWA, I was tearing down roofs in The Asylum, I was causing carnage in Ontario Pro, and I was dominating CWF! You can stand there and say that if you weren’t in WWE then you’re a nobody, but in reality, the things people like Psycho Luke, Aaron Masters, JC Styles, and myself KNOW is that WWE was the bottom of the barrel and we are the top talents of this industry. That’s why you didn’t defeat JC Styles! That’s why he holds the belt! You can rant on and on about the fact that Shane McMahon screwed you over by changing the rules and distracting you., but that’s something that a wily veteran like yourself should’ve been prepared for! I would’ve been and I’ve only been in this industry for about a decade! That’s exactly why I took out Batista! You’re attitude of being the greatest cause you were associated with the old WWE, it’s getting as old as your skills and as stale as your personality! I’ve made it my personal mission to rid this WWE of the garbage that decided to linger on because they know they won’t survive the indy circuit. That’s exactly why you keep standing here, though I’m sure the fact that you’re plowing Stephanie McMahon helps.
Jake shakes his head shamefully, making tisks as he does it. He claps his hands together.
Jake: Oh but wait! I forgot! My opinion doesn’t truly matter! You see, I’m simply some cheap nobody according to you right Hunter? I was the top dog of a bunch of losers! It didn’t matter that I broke the necks of every wanna be who entered the circuit, it didn’t matter that Aaron Masters and I waged a war that lasted nearly a year, it didn’t matter that Acid and Tweeks both learned the hard way that I can combat on anyone’s field, it didn’t matter that I made news by marrying Makenna Burns and taking custody of Psycho Luke’s child,; oh and it certainly matter that I walked into IWA and stayed undefeated for three years. None of that matters! Not to Triple H, cause he’s above that! Triple H lead a company based around sexual innuendos, small time mind games, and lengthy title runs during a time where the company was still trying to teach rookies the skills to be a star. Plain and simple Trips, you lived off of the down curve of this company, and now you’re angry because there’s actually some competition here. You’re angry cause these fans aren’t going to respond to you making mention of women’s breasts or the false measurements of your organ. So what do you do? You slander, you do what you do best, you talk. Well unfortunately, you’re not going to last much longer in this company. You see, you were so definitive in your point that I make things personal, that you actually put yourself as the prime target for my next extermination! You see, I’m not cheap! I do what I do, because I love causing pain. I love to shatter bones. I love to spill blood! And I love to get EVEN! Matt Stryker had a point, you have to have been living in your own little bubble to have not heard my name being uttered everywhere! You see, I’m not cheap. I’m not living off past success. What I am is adapting, what I am is evolving, what I am is The Blast! You see, unlike you, I earned my nicknames and monikers! I earned every championship! I earned every dollar! I earned my place in wrestling history! And this week, when it’s just you and me standing in that ring, and we lock up for the first and last time; you’ll finally understand how it is I earned all of that. And when I pick you up and deliver the Blast, and I break your neck; I’m going to savour the victory, I’m going to enjoy the triumph and I’m to love the blood on my hands! And who knows, while you’re stuck in that wheelchair, I’m sure I’ll be able to comfort Stephanie and your kids; after all, not like you’re going to be much good to them anymore. See you on SmackDown!, Hunter.
Benson grins and gets into the car, taking off out of the parking lot.
Jake: I promised a revival! I promised to make an impact on this company and I did it on SmackDown! I not only beat the multiple time WWE World Champion, Batista, I took him out! That's not something small, that's a huge factor. Everyone around stood there with their doubts. Does Jake Benson still have what it takes to destroy his opponents? Can he still keep up with the industry's finest? FUCK! I'm only 30! I'm still living in my prime! Hell, I don't think there will ever be a moment in my career that I'm not in my prime. Sure, I've hit slow patches. I left sinking ships, but those are all stories left for another day. Say when I win the WWE Championship. Wait a minute, why does Jake feel he suddenly has a right to the world title? Because what seems to have been under shadowed by this match is that I am the Number One Contender!
Suddenly a beeping comes from Jake's pocket, he pulls out a Blackberry Storm and checks it. His grin radiates of confidence, he slides it back into his pocket.
Jake: That was a text from Shane McMahon with this weeks SmackDown! card. I have to say, I'm impressed by the high profile matches that have been booked. If this keeps up, WWEvolution will certainly make it to the top, and who better than to steer that ship into a new era then The Blast? That's right, I'm the top dog of this company! JC Styles, the fluke champion, can keep that championship warm for me until I decide that I want to rip the gold away from his unworthy waist. I'm still having a good time removing the trash of the past and this week will be another perfect opportunity for that. My opponent this week is a man that I have a great deal of respect for, a man that I'm surprised isn't holding the championship right now. My opponent this week is the King of Kings, the Cerebral Assassin, the Thirteen Time World Champion, The Game Triple H!
Jake walks out the door of the back hallway, and into the parking lot. His march continues and so does the stalking camera.
Jake: Now when I was still dreaming of being a pro wrestler, Triple H signed with this company. It was after a very uninspiring run in WCW which I'm sure Hunter now laughs at, but I used to be a WCW fan. I saw his ass getting beat on a weekly basis. Sure, sure, I'll give him credit for being victorious here and there, but he didn't have an edge. I know exactly what that was like. When I broke into the business, I didn't have the killer edge that I do today. I had too much sympathy and mercy for my fellow wrestlers. It lead to very few victories and some less than great paycheques. Now about fifteen years ago, Triple H came to this company and instantly I knew "This man is going to be a star!" and I was right. Here we are thirteen world title runs later. Now honestly, that's quite an accomplishment. He's truly one of the greatest that has existed, but so was Ric Flair! You see, Hunter; you're championships don't even measure up to half of the world title I've held. I'm a twenty-eight time world champion, that doesn’t even live up to the other accomplishments I've put under my belt like the United-Continental Championship of The Asylum, being the CWF World Tag Team Champion, being a CWF Hall of Living Legends inductee! These are all things that I’ve managed to seal on my legacy!
Jake gets to his car, he opens the door and tosses his bag into the backseat. He doesn’t climb in, instead he closes the door.
Jake: Now I know you’ve been waiting for me to rebuttal for your less than impressive speech with Matt Stryker. See, I’ve never been a fan of using an announcer to get my message across, I’ve always preferred to just say what I wish, but of course, we all know that sometimes you’re forced into that position. Frankly, I don’t listen to them. But it seems you do…quite interesting considering that the attitude you’re trying to project is that you’re confident. You see, that’s your weakness, you let what he said get to you. You’re afraid of everyone speaking behind your back, afraid of people tiny shots at you because you got screwed over. Stryker wasn’t rubbing in the fact that I’m the contender for the title. He simply was stating a fact! I beat your good buddy, Dave Batista, last week. I took him out. But was it personal reason…of course! Not the personal reasons you think though. You see, when I finally developed the edge I needed to lead me to the glory that I have EARNED in this industry; I was long bored with the WWE you were developing. I kept my eye on the main competition of course, but while you were busy running the PG playground and the backwards soap opera stories of Vince McMahon. I was breaking skulls in ECWA, I was tearing down roofs in The Asylum, I was causing carnage in Ontario Pro, and I was dominating CWF! You can stand there and say that if you weren’t in WWE then you’re a nobody, but in reality, the things people like Psycho Luke, Aaron Masters, JC Styles, and myself KNOW is that WWE was the bottom of the barrel and we are the top talents of this industry. That’s why you didn’t defeat JC Styles! That’s why he holds the belt! You can rant on and on about the fact that Shane McMahon screwed you over by changing the rules and distracting you., but that’s something that a wily veteran like yourself should’ve been prepared for! I would’ve been and I’ve only been in this industry for about a decade! That’s exactly why I took out Batista! You’re attitude of being the greatest cause you were associated with the old WWE, it’s getting as old as your skills and as stale as your personality! I’ve made it my personal mission to rid this WWE of the garbage that decided to linger on because they know they won’t survive the indy circuit. That’s exactly why you keep standing here, though I’m sure the fact that you’re plowing Stephanie McMahon helps.
Jake shakes his head shamefully, making tisks as he does it. He claps his hands together.
Jake: Oh but wait! I forgot! My opinion doesn’t truly matter! You see, I’m simply some cheap nobody according to you right Hunter? I was the top dog of a bunch of losers! It didn’t matter that I broke the necks of every wanna be who entered the circuit, it didn’t matter that Aaron Masters and I waged a war that lasted nearly a year, it didn’t matter that Acid and Tweeks both learned the hard way that I can combat on anyone’s field, it didn’t matter that I made news by marrying Makenna Burns and taking custody of Psycho Luke’s child,; oh and it certainly matter that I walked into IWA and stayed undefeated for three years. None of that matters! Not to Triple H, cause he’s above that! Triple H lead a company based around sexual innuendos, small time mind games, and lengthy title runs during a time where the company was still trying to teach rookies the skills to be a star. Plain and simple Trips, you lived off of the down curve of this company, and now you’re angry because there’s actually some competition here. You’re angry cause these fans aren’t going to respond to you making mention of women’s breasts or the false measurements of your organ. So what do you do? You slander, you do what you do best, you talk. Well unfortunately, you’re not going to last much longer in this company. You see, you were so definitive in your point that I make things personal, that you actually put yourself as the prime target for my next extermination! You see, I’m not cheap! I do what I do, because I love causing pain. I love to shatter bones. I love to spill blood! And I love to get EVEN! Matt Stryker had a point, you have to have been living in your own little bubble to have not heard my name being uttered everywhere! You see, I’m not cheap. I’m not living off past success. What I am is adapting, what I am is evolving, what I am is The Blast! You see, unlike you, I earned my nicknames and monikers! I earned every championship! I earned every dollar! I earned my place in wrestling history! And this week, when it’s just you and me standing in that ring, and we lock up for the first and last time; you’ll finally understand how it is I earned all of that. And when I pick you up and deliver the Blast, and I break your neck; I’m going to savour the victory, I’m going to enjoy the triumph and I’m to love the blood on my hands! And who knows, while you’re stuck in that wheelchair, I’m sure I’ll be able to comfort Stephanie and your kids; after all, not like you’re going to be much good to them anymore. See you on SmackDown!, Hunter.
Benson grins and gets into the car, taking off out of the parking lot.