Post by "Super" Benny Starr on Apr 11, 2011 6:37:19 GMT
The metal doors slide apart to show the interior of a well-kept elevator. Brown marble makes up the lower half of the walls and the top is mirrored. Stood patiently is “Dragonfly” Danny T., casually attired in a pair of grey, faded jeans and a purple and white checked shirt. As the doors are sliding shut, a shining black boot jams its way in causing them to reopen. There, Benny Starr stands in a full white suit with an open collared hot pink shirt. He moves down his sunglasses to get a glimpse of the Warrior before him.
“Going down?”
Danny politely asks as Benny gets in. Benny blushes and looks down at his feet.
“Only if you hold me afterwards,”
“What?”
Benny panics.
“I mean... yes,[/color]”
He sweats. Chuckling to himself, Danny pushes a button reading ‘G’ from the panel on the wall. Benny hides his hands within his polyester pockets and rocks gently on his feet, up to his toes and then back onto his ankles, avoiding eye-contact with the former Universal Champion. After the longest twenty seconds possible, the lift grumbles to a halt. The doors smoothly pull apart again and as if escaping a gas chamber, Benny flees, retreating to the lobby of the hotel where Cerise Starr stands, waiting patiently. Danny walks past smiling and gives a gentle nod before exiting through the glass doors that lead onto the streets.
“A tip! You wanna tip! I’ll give you a tip, boy! If you don’t take my things up to my room in less than ten seconds then my stuff is gonna have to be removed from your throat!”
Bellows the familiar Texan accent of Wild Bill Legend. With a stack of cases towering in his scrawny arms, a bell boy rushes past Benny and Cerise towards the elevators as WBL approaches the pair, changing from his angry expression to a toothy grin.
“Benny!”
“William![/color]”
“Was that Dan’s kid I just saw you coming outta the elevator with? You better watch it with him... I’ve heard he’s... y’know...”
“A faggot? Yeah, I know, it’s disgusting. I just wanna bone them all... Stone... stone... I wanna stone them all... have you met the wife?”
Embarrassed, Benny immediately tries to change the subject, pushing Cerise forward towards WBL, who is less than impressed at her appearance. Her unsymmetrical brown hair frizzes off at random angles and her skin tight, white pants are seconds away from tearing as she curtseys the suited man before her. She offers a downward turned hand that is expected to be kissed; however, disgusted, WBL reluctantly and awkwardly shakes it.
“Name’s Cerise, cowboy. I’m sure my big Bennyboo’s told you all about me,”
“Yes, well, I didn’t expect you to be so...”
He looks down at her hideously obese body that is on display due to her undersized clothes’ poor attempt at covering it.
“Thin? I know, it’s this new diet I’m on. I heard from Mercedes who heard it from her hairdresser who heard it from Angelina Jolie that everybody’s doing. So one day, I went into McDonalds to get my daily fix of a double cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, a fish fillet and a McFlurry and the guy said to me “do you want fries with that?” and I said no. I didn’t know I had it in me to be that strong, but there I was refusing fries. Of course the next day I had to have some ‘cause you have to find the balance, you know what I mean?[/color]”
WBL stares blankly at her. Luckily, to prevent him from saying what his mind is urging him to say, Benny steps in.
“Honey, why don’t you go get in the limo? I’ll be out in a minute,[/color]”
He pleads. At that time, her mobile phone begins to ring. Completely disregarding her surroundings, Cerise pulls out the cellular device and walks out of the hotel leaving the two Warriors.
“Trust me, she’s a godsend compared to her mother,[/color]”
“Benny, I’m busy. I’ve got lots of work to do never mind preparing for my match with... which one am I facing again?”
“I dunno, they’re both the same to me. I’m busy too. I have to have my eyebrows waxed before Live-Wire,[/color]”
He explains. WBL raises an eyebrow.
“Right. Well, then... I must be off.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later,”
Benny states before chasing after his wife, exiting through the glass doors. On the outside, a hot pink limo awaits. The door is opened by an unimportant person and Benny steps in where he is reunited with Cerise. The limo then begins to drive away.
“There’s a real man, Benny. Why can’t you be more like that?”
“Like what? A cowboy? I do have a cowboy hat y’know?[/color]”
“Yes, but his isn’t pink and sparkly...”
She barks and Benny scowls at her. Cerise hands him a cherry-flavoured martini and he leans back against the black leather before taking a sip. He airs his pleasure.
“When are you playing against James Stall?[/color]”
“Who? I thought I was facing Brody? And I’ve told you a million times, it’s wrestling, not playing.[/color]”
“Right, right, right. But no, I checked. You’re playing Stall,[/color]”
Benny grimaces. He stirs his drink with his tiny umbrella before impaling the olive at the bottom of the glass. He pulls it out and places it into his mouth. Without swallowing, he speaks again.
“Either way, they’re both the same to me. Stall is a tag team wrestler. That’s all he ever will be. I don’t think he can cut it when he’s all alone. He may be one half of the Elite Tag Team Champions, but I’m a former FWF United Kingdom Champion and a former FWF Iron Man Champion. They’re two of FWF’s top titles. Could Stall ever win those titles? No![/color]”
“Didn’t they get rid of those belts?[/color]”
“That’s not the point. The point is... he’s not a single’s Warrior.[/color]”
Cerise stretches her fingers out above her face, surveying the decoration of her nails to mentally assess whether it is time for a pedicure. The camera pans along to show Benny also looking at his fingernails.
“Isn’t he like the son of that other guy who won all those belts or something?[/color]”
“He’s the grandson of “Captain” Joe Stall. And so what? You saw what happened to him last week on Live-Wire,[/color]”
He grins with an overwhelming sense of pride.
“Oh, sorry dear, I was washing my hair,[/color]”
“Me and WBL destroyed him ...that’s what happened. And it seems James wants to be just like his grandpappy and I can guarantee he will be. He has the same fate coming to him as Joe and he will see that I am Better than Sex![/color]”
A toothy smile stretches from ear to ear on his chiselled face as the screen fades out to black with the FWF logo printed across it.
“I wouldn’t know...[/color]”[/color]
“Going down?”
Danny politely asks as Benny gets in. Benny blushes and looks down at his feet.
“Only if you hold me afterwards,”
“What?”
Benny panics.
“I mean... yes,[/color]”
He sweats. Chuckling to himself, Danny pushes a button reading ‘G’ from the panel on the wall. Benny hides his hands within his polyester pockets and rocks gently on his feet, up to his toes and then back onto his ankles, avoiding eye-contact with the former Universal Champion. After the longest twenty seconds possible, the lift grumbles to a halt. The doors smoothly pull apart again and as if escaping a gas chamber, Benny flees, retreating to the lobby of the hotel where Cerise Starr stands, waiting patiently. Danny walks past smiling and gives a gentle nod before exiting through the glass doors that lead onto the streets.
“A tip! You wanna tip! I’ll give you a tip, boy! If you don’t take my things up to my room in less than ten seconds then my stuff is gonna have to be removed from your throat!”
Bellows the familiar Texan accent of Wild Bill Legend. With a stack of cases towering in his scrawny arms, a bell boy rushes past Benny and Cerise towards the elevators as WBL approaches the pair, changing from his angry expression to a toothy grin.
“Benny!”
“William![/color]”
“Was that Dan’s kid I just saw you coming outta the elevator with? You better watch it with him... I’ve heard he’s... y’know...”
“A faggot? Yeah, I know, it’s disgusting. I just wanna bone them all... Stone... stone... I wanna stone them all... have you met the wife?”
Embarrassed, Benny immediately tries to change the subject, pushing Cerise forward towards WBL, who is less than impressed at her appearance. Her unsymmetrical brown hair frizzes off at random angles and her skin tight, white pants are seconds away from tearing as she curtseys the suited man before her. She offers a downward turned hand that is expected to be kissed; however, disgusted, WBL reluctantly and awkwardly shakes it.
“Name’s Cerise, cowboy. I’m sure my big Bennyboo’s told you all about me,”
“Yes, well, I didn’t expect you to be so...”
He looks down at her hideously obese body that is on display due to her undersized clothes’ poor attempt at covering it.
“Thin? I know, it’s this new diet I’m on. I heard from Mercedes who heard it from her hairdresser who heard it from Angelina Jolie that everybody’s doing. So one day, I went into McDonalds to get my daily fix of a double cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, a fish fillet and a McFlurry and the guy said to me “do you want fries with that?” and I said no. I didn’t know I had it in me to be that strong, but there I was refusing fries. Of course the next day I had to have some ‘cause you have to find the balance, you know what I mean?[/color]”
WBL stares blankly at her. Luckily, to prevent him from saying what his mind is urging him to say, Benny steps in.
“Honey, why don’t you go get in the limo? I’ll be out in a minute,[/color]”
He pleads. At that time, her mobile phone begins to ring. Completely disregarding her surroundings, Cerise pulls out the cellular device and walks out of the hotel leaving the two Warriors.
“Trust me, she’s a godsend compared to her mother,[/color]”
“Benny, I’m busy. I’ve got lots of work to do never mind preparing for my match with... which one am I facing again?”
“I dunno, they’re both the same to me. I’m busy too. I have to have my eyebrows waxed before Live-Wire,[/color]”
He explains. WBL raises an eyebrow.
“Right. Well, then... I must be off.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later,”
Benny states before chasing after his wife, exiting through the glass doors. On the outside, a hot pink limo awaits. The door is opened by an unimportant person and Benny steps in where he is reunited with Cerise. The limo then begins to drive away.
“There’s a real man, Benny. Why can’t you be more like that?”
“Like what? A cowboy? I do have a cowboy hat y’know?[/color]”
“Yes, but his isn’t pink and sparkly...”
She barks and Benny scowls at her. Cerise hands him a cherry-flavoured martini and he leans back against the black leather before taking a sip. He airs his pleasure.
“When are you playing against James Stall?[/color]”
“Who? I thought I was facing Brody? And I’ve told you a million times, it’s wrestling, not playing.[/color]”
“Right, right, right. But no, I checked. You’re playing Stall,[/color]”
Benny grimaces. He stirs his drink with his tiny umbrella before impaling the olive at the bottom of the glass. He pulls it out and places it into his mouth. Without swallowing, he speaks again.
“Either way, they’re both the same to me. Stall is a tag team wrestler. That’s all he ever will be. I don’t think he can cut it when he’s all alone. He may be one half of the Elite Tag Team Champions, but I’m a former FWF United Kingdom Champion and a former FWF Iron Man Champion. They’re two of FWF’s top titles. Could Stall ever win those titles? No![/color]”
“Didn’t they get rid of those belts?[/color]”
“That’s not the point. The point is... he’s not a single’s Warrior.[/color]”
Cerise stretches her fingers out above her face, surveying the decoration of her nails to mentally assess whether it is time for a pedicure. The camera pans along to show Benny also looking at his fingernails.
“Isn’t he like the son of that other guy who won all those belts or something?[/color]”
“He’s the grandson of “Captain” Joe Stall. And so what? You saw what happened to him last week on Live-Wire,[/color]”
He grins with an overwhelming sense of pride.
“Oh, sorry dear, I was washing my hair,[/color]”
“Me and WBL destroyed him ...that’s what happened. And it seems James wants to be just like his grandpappy and I can guarantee he will be. He has the same fate coming to him as Joe and he will see that I am Better than Sex![/color]”
A toothy smile stretches from ear to ear on his chiselled face as the screen fades out to black with the FWF logo printed across it.
“I wouldn’t know...[/color]”[/color]