Post by Ben Everest on Jan 22, 2021 2:33:04 GMT
“Fuck Jersey Jim.”
We hear the sound of a throat clearing.
“Don’t want to run the risk of sounding repetitive, but it’s important that I say it. So I’ll say it louder for those in the back.”
A pause.
“FUCK JERSEY JIM!”
Ben stonewalls the camera, as we fade in from the darkness. We see several cuts of the Atlantic City boardwalk, the waning moon as the night sky breaks through the day.
Ben leans against the rail in front of him.
“They told me to let it all out; say whatever I felt like I needed to say in my heart. I thought about it, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it.”
Ben paces back and forth, cut between shots of him looking out at the ocean.
“Wrestling is all I have, it’s all I’ve made of myself. In the year that I’ve done this, I set my feet down and hit the ground running. This is everything I’ve wanted to do growing up, I wanted to be somebody that my community could look up to.”
We cut to more shots of Ben walking along the boardwalk, meeting fans, doing pull-ups under the pier.
“I quickly realized that I had to be my own person, I couldn’t be like Jim. I couldn’t have the world in front of me, only to throw it all away. Jim is a relic, somebody from a different time that’s stuck here now. Sometimes I think about it and I feel bad for him, but then I remember that he fuckin’ deserves it.”
Ben sits down, his legs dangling off the pier as the sun sets behind him.
“I’ve spent the last year grinding, doing what I can to get to this spot. I’ve taken losses, I’ve put my body through more pain than I could have ever imagined. I did it all for this one moment. For this one opportunity to stand in Jim’s way, and tell him that he can’t fuckin’ have what he wants.”
The voice-overs are done at this point, as we cut to later in the evening. It’s dark now, we can see the boardwalk lit up in the distance behind Ben. He’s out in the sand now, standing on the beach as the camera looks up at him.
Ben clears his throat, grabbing his hat as he places it backward on his head.
“So here I am, Jim. You think just because of the time you’ve put in, the roads that you’ve traveled, that you can do whatever you want in this business. I’m here to tell you that this isn’t your personal playground anymore. You’ve overstayed your fuckin’ welcome. This comeuppance should have come a long time ago, decades ago really. Nobody ever really had the guts to do what I’m about to do to you. I’m going to get in your face, and I’m going to break you.”
Ben chuckles.
“I hope it was worth it, I hope your attitude and your actions were worth the beating that’s going to come your way. I’m going to embarrass you, Jim. I know at this point in life that you don’t have much left around you. No friends, no family, nothing that really means anything. You don’t have anything to show for those years you spent in this business. You wasted all your money, and you wasted your goodwill. You are a man left alone on an island in the middle of the ocean.”
Ben shakes his head.
“And now there’s a fuckin’ tsunami headed to wipe you out. I’m here to ensure your extinction, Jim. And I’m going to take the CPPW championship away from you, the last thing that could ever validate your miserable life. There’s nowhere to go. No place to run. We’re attached at the hip for this one, so say your fuckin’ prayers. Do whatever it is you need to do to accept this, because if you’re not at peace with yourself by the time I see you…”
Ben trails off for a moment, before speaking up again.
“...Well, hell is just gonna burn a little bit hotter for you.”
And with that, there’s nothing left to be said. Ben walks away from the camera, his message sent loud and clear as the scene fades to black.
We hear the sound of a throat clearing.
“Don’t want to run the risk of sounding repetitive, but it’s important that I say it. So I’ll say it louder for those in the back.”
A pause.
“FUCK JERSEY JIM!”
Ben stonewalls the camera, as we fade in from the darkness. We see several cuts of the Atlantic City boardwalk, the waning moon as the night sky breaks through the day.
Ben leans against the rail in front of him.
“They told me to let it all out; say whatever I felt like I needed to say in my heart. I thought about it, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it.”
Ben paces back and forth, cut between shots of him looking out at the ocean.
“Wrestling is all I have, it’s all I’ve made of myself. In the year that I’ve done this, I set my feet down and hit the ground running. This is everything I’ve wanted to do growing up, I wanted to be somebody that my community could look up to.”
We cut to more shots of Ben walking along the boardwalk, meeting fans, doing pull-ups under the pier.
“I quickly realized that I had to be my own person, I couldn’t be like Jim. I couldn’t have the world in front of me, only to throw it all away. Jim is a relic, somebody from a different time that’s stuck here now. Sometimes I think about it and I feel bad for him, but then I remember that he fuckin’ deserves it.”
Ben sits down, his legs dangling off the pier as the sun sets behind him.
“I’ve spent the last year grinding, doing what I can to get to this spot. I’ve taken losses, I’ve put my body through more pain than I could have ever imagined. I did it all for this one moment. For this one opportunity to stand in Jim’s way, and tell him that he can’t fuckin’ have what he wants.”
The voice-overs are done at this point, as we cut to later in the evening. It’s dark now, we can see the boardwalk lit up in the distance behind Ben. He’s out in the sand now, standing on the beach as the camera looks up at him.
Ben clears his throat, grabbing his hat as he places it backward on his head.
“So here I am, Jim. You think just because of the time you’ve put in, the roads that you’ve traveled, that you can do whatever you want in this business. I’m here to tell you that this isn’t your personal playground anymore. You’ve overstayed your fuckin’ welcome. This comeuppance should have come a long time ago, decades ago really. Nobody ever really had the guts to do what I’m about to do to you. I’m going to get in your face, and I’m going to break you.”
Ben chuckles.
“I hope it was worth it, I hope your attitude and your actions were worth the beating that’s going to come your way. I’m going to embarrass you, Jim. I know at this point in life that you don’t have much left around you. No friends, no family, nothing that really means anything. You don’t have anything to show for those years you spent in this business. You wasted all your money, and you wasted your goodwill. You are a man left alone on an island in the middle of the ocean.”
Ben shakes his head.
“And now there’s a fuckin’ tsunami headed to wipe you out. I’m here to ensure your extinction, Jim. And I’m going to take the CPPW championship away from you, the last thing that could ever validate your miserable life. There’s nowhere to go. No place to run. We’re attached at the hip for this one, so say your fuckin’ prayers. Do whatever it is you need to do to accept this, because if you’re not at peace with yourself by the time I see you…”
Ben trails off for a moment, before speaking up again.
“...Well, hell is just gonna burn a little bit hotter for you.”
And with that, there’s nothing left to be said. Ben walks away from the camera, his message sent loud and clear as the scene fades to black.
