Walker vs. Benjamin

[JABolich]

Tyrone Walker vs. "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin

Despite what happened at the last Aggression, Tyrone Walker has been granted a non-title match against the Intercontinental Champion Benjamin!

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

**Fade into Adam Benjamin sitting at a coffee table, a EPW back drop in the background.**

Benjamin: I can tell you what I want, I can lay out my claims, yet in the end I am the one that has to accept the outcomes of my own actions. They put four men in a ring, four of the very best, yet when the sun set that night my hand was the lone hand in reality that was raised in glory.

(Adam raises his hand)

Benjamin: This week my title is not on the line, to some that is a night off, to me it is just another chance to show my abilities to all those that challenge my greatness. Walker is a exampe of what lies ahead for a fellow named Marx. What I am going to do to Walker is going to be a sneak peak at what I have plained for Marx when my title is on the line at the PPV. You see my ability this week will over power Walker, I will make light work of his five minute flurry of effort that he will bring to the ring. And when the bell sounds and my hand is raised I hope tear jerkers like Marx are watching. You see Walker, Marx, whoever my name is "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin, I am the IC champion for a reason, and by god I this title is not going anywere....

(Fade to black)

 

[spiffyneato]

"So I lost..."

Sigh.

"Guess that kind of sucks aye?"

Begin the fade.

"And Marx was the one to win too."

Up.

"Didn't see that coming."

It's Empire Pro's resident, disgruntled employee. Tyrone Walker is still in Miami and still shacked up in the hotel somewhere down along South Beach. He's out on the balcony of this suite and wears only a pair of black, knee length basketball shorts. It's night time again and the city life has only begun to wake up from the nine to five daily grind in search of anything to escape for a couple of hours.

"At least I get the consolation prize, right?"

He's not very happy with himself right now, not that it isn't completely obvious with the 'who gives a f**k' demeanor spackled all over his person.

(sarcastic) "Whooo, yay me..."

His eyes roll.

"I don't see how this works really. I lose and I get a non-title against Benjamin. Karl Brown doesn't even get pinned, hell he almost won the damn match and he gets stuck with that yutz Stephen Waltz? The hell kind of mickey mouse bulls**t operation is this place?"

A blank look of confusion.

"Meh, whatever."

Shrug. He decides to move on knowing it's a pointless to state the truth.

"So Adam Benjamin, 'Your's Truely' is it? The hell kind of name is that anyway? Am I wrestling a champion or a poet? How in the hell is that supposed to strike fear in anyone? Should I be aware of something that I don't know that would make me think you're any kind of threat to me? What the hell are you man? Better yet, who the hell are you? All I see out of you is a pompus windbag and the crap you spewed was nothing short of text book, predictable even."

Another sigh, this one more disappointed.

Please Benji, please tell me that you can do better than saying that I'll be nothing more than an example for what Jonny Marx will have to face. Please, can you do that for me? Seriously guy, this sort of banter is nothing new, it's elementary and it's garbage. Especially coming from someone who's as great as you claim to be."

Something's boiling underneath or maybe it's just apathy.

"Why can't you be better than this?"

He lets the question hang for a moment.

"You're only the number two man in this entire s**thole of a company. You should be better than stooping to cheap and lame ass cliches like saying I'll be used as an example. Ooooh..."

Mocks fear as he raises his hands in defense as if he were in a horror movie about to be axed to death.

"Sooo scary, heh."

He smirks, but only a bit.

"The truth is Benji, you can't, can you?"

Again letting the question hang with no answer to come.

"You can't do better than this. You certainly can't and won't ever strike fear in my heart. You may think you've got me all figured out, what was it you said? Five minute flurry of effort? You assume that's all I'll be able to bring to the ring against you. You assume I'll be nothing more than a demonstration for what Marx can expect to get at the next over-hyped, under-whelming pay per view event."

Deadpan.

"But you know what they say, Benji..."

He trails off for a bit as he stares coldly off into the nothingness of the night sky.

"Assumptions are the MOTHER of all f**k ups..."

Nothing special, just fade.

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

***Fade into Adam Benjamin finishing up his daily workout. Adam looks into the camera with a grin and begins talking***

Benjamin: Ok lets get down to business shall we. It seems my opponent this week has come out from his rock, and decided to get a little tough in his interview. So Walker I am about to take you green ass to school. You see I know you are young, and all tough in the head, but I you need to learn first hand the respect of this sport. Earn you ****, which by the looks of it you can’t seem it do.

(Adam clears his voice)

Benjamin: Ok you call yourself the Empire Pro's resident, disgruntled employee? Come you are in a high-rise hotel, what curtain jerker is down in the dumps staying in a pad like that? Ok then you have the balls enough to say Waltz is a putz? Oh my god who are you to call Waltz a Putz, from my view if it was not for some outside interference Waltz would have killed you, I mean this guy is a very accomplished talent in this sport, wake up fool.

(Adam shakes his head)

Benjamin: Yours Truly is a name given to a man of honor, it is with great honor I use it as my calling. I am also “Sir” Adam Benjamin if you want to get down to it. Yours Truly is a name that stands alone. By all means you are wrestling a champion, however in the ring I do wrestle like a poet, each move gracefully moves it the next. Am I a threat to you? Come on Walker I am the IC champion, I am your biggest match ever, lets be serious shall we. This week I going to make short, and I do mean short work out of you, you see the way I see it last week you lost to Marx, well at Battle ground Britain live in front of my country I defeated him. And in that match were you lost to Marx you were not able to beat Karl Brown, a man that will tell you flat out just how good I am, twice, count it twice I have taken greatness away from Brown. Now I beat both men, of whom are ten times better than you in everyway possible in the ring, yet you ask who I am? Fool table one? I said fool table one!!!

(Adam laughs)

Benjamin: Walker you are really just an example, a mere opponent that will face reality when he enters the ring with me, the one and only true technical genius. My really only true challenge after I fight off your little attack is whether I just wrestle circles around you, or hell put on a show and bust out a figure eight on yeah. You see you are talk, because if you were action you would have beat Marx, or Brown. Yet you talk, talk, and talk, but blow in the end, or do you swallow lad? You see the thing is I will give you five minutes, and I promise I will have you out cold, five minutes Walker, prepare yourself.

(Adam laughs as the camera fades)

 

[spiffyneato]

Just fade the hell up.

"More bulls**t, more assumptions, more of the same from our esteemed and oh so great Intercontinental Champion."

Once again we come to find Walker up in the balcony suite. His legs kicked up on another chair as he lounges back in another.

"That's 'Your's Truely' Adam Benjamin for the lowly peons out there who don't know or care about him in the least, myself included, heh heh."

His face contorts into sarcastic smirk.

"Champ, you continue to run your yap and it's always the same thing over and over and over. You keep on thinking that you know who I am, where I've been, what I've done. Pssh, please dude, you don't have clue one about me. And when you're not making these assumptions you take as facts, you're of course telling me how great you are and what you're going to do to me. Because as you seem to think, I'm just some young punk of a rookie tyring to make it big in the world of pro wrestling."

Eyes roll.

"But let me let you in on some things."

Pauses briefly.

"First, we covered assumptions already, but since you want to keep on coming at me with these idiot statements I guess I'll clarify for you so there's no more confusion."

Clears his throat, then continues.

"I'm not some rookie over here, no, in fact I've been around for quite a while. I'm what you might call a grizzled veteran or something like that. But you wouldn't know this of course because I'm not from around these parts, so automatically I must be some young punk with a dream right? Heh, whatever, but feel free to go ahead and assume I'm some newbie that'll be easy work for you, it'll make the whole experience all the more enjoyable for me when I drive your over inflated ego into the ground."

Reaching down he grabs a bottle, we'll assume it's water for the sake of the children in the audience.

"And no, I won't stoop to running down every little accomplishment in my career. One, because it's f**king gay as all hell , two, because it's what every other asshole does who thinks too highly of themselves... Heh."

Pauses for consideration.

"Oddly enough that's what's most of you do, coincidence?"

Smirk.

"And finally, third, because I believe in this. If you're the greatest thing since sliced bread then you shouldn't have to giddy up on your high horse and shout about it for all to hear. Straight up, either you are one of the best or you're not, if you have to tell everyone you are, then there's a good chance that you're fooling yourself. My oh my, that also sounds a lot like you and others of this very company."

He takes a chug from that bottle now.

"And Stephen Waltz, who gives a f**k? 'Sides, didn't he bail out already? I guess if he's your definition of some great and accomplished talent, then someone like Dan Ryan must suck the ass of a donkey in your book. And yeah, maybe, I might have lost to him, but I'm not surprised in the least that you took the low road saying that I would have been 'killed' by him as you say. That is if it wasn't for the interference that cost me the match. But who cares about the facts as long as you can make more assumptions about me based on nothing to do with facts right?"

Inhale, exhale, drink, continue.

"Is your only reason for being a threat to me because you carry around a shiny gold belt? Is that really all that you could come up with? You're the biggest match of my career because you hold the second rate championship of a fed that has been half dead since it's inception? If that's the case then I should seriously consider retirement, because if you're the highest that I can get, then I'm in need of some serious career advice."

Moving along.

"Telling me how I'm not about action is pointless you know? So what, I didn't win that three way, I'm not broken up about it, I'd have to give a s**t in the first place. Which I don't so your point is worthless. What does winning a match for a title shot at you prove? Nothing, that's what it proves. But..."

He stares deeply, strongly concentrated on the point about to be made.

"...what will it say about you if I beat you? Yes, what if this no good slacker who couldn't beat your future challenger and the same kid you have met twice and turned away with losses, actually beats you? Could it mean that you're really full of s**t and don't know what the hell you're talking about? But let me ask you this Benji, what does it say about me? You would say I was lucky, I assume, of course you would because you're convinced that I'm so lowly that I'll take you nothing more than five minutes to finish off. But... What if it means that I'm really just the type who would wait for an even better chance to one up someone like you, even if it means taking one for the team as it were...?"

One last pause, letting this question linger.

"Am I? Would I? Think about it Benji..."

Fade.

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

*** Fade into Adam Benjamin packing his gear to head out to his EPW booking. Adam takes a seat and begins talking***

Benjamin: He has been up and down the block, but Yours Truly has never heard of him. Green he is in EPW, a young career in EPW with only a few matches under his belt, but in his career in a whole Walker is old, as he has pointed out. He has held in the past titles in feds of which fail in my opinion, yes my opinion, fail in comparison to EPW, I mean take a moment to think about how he was a champion, yet he can not get off the ground against anyone here in EPW. You see Walker the fact is Yours Truly does not need to know who you are, so far you are a talker, that is all you have done in EPW, were right now it counts, what you have done in the past, well good for you, that might have gotten you in the door in EPW, but as of late you have not done anything.

(Adam smiles)

Benjamin: Walker you see I say I am the best because I am the very best. I am the EPW, I am the wrestling world as we know it. And I can say this because I can, I have, and I will back it up. Yours Truly is more than a threat to you, he is a gift to you as well. A chance to prove yourself, show that you can be as good as you resume says you are. You are in the ring this week with the best this fed has to offer, and until me and Sands fight, I will continue to say I am the best. My title is not second rate jack ass it is the IC title, and the man holding it is first rate, thus my title is the best, I won it, and I am going to keep it for a long time.

(Adam grabs his title)

Benjamin: If you beat me it will say that I am not worthy of being champion, that I am not anything at all, that I am talk. The key word is if, which turns into never real quick come bell time Walker. You see I do care about each match, I care about making sure I better myself each time I enter the ring. I am going to work you down, and keep you there, and when I am ready I am going to knock you out, and end you little night of hopes and dreams of beating the best. You see I am glad that you are wearing your tough jeans during your promo’s, acting as if you are better than me, that I am not anyone. For you see in the ring, there is not camera man yelling cut, and a nice drink and a high rise hotel room waiting. In the ring there is only you, and me, Yours Truly Adam Benjamin the EPW IC champion, the very belt mat wrestle in the world. You see this week I want you to remember my words, after the match when you wake up, realize that you did this to yourself, you enter the ring with a chip on yours shoulders that I knocked off, and that you took one for the team only to get aced my the truth and the cure of professional wrestling. And when you get down to it you are the cancer of this sport, guys who run there mouth and fail in the end, well the cure is coming and it read shinning wizard to the head.

(Adam laughs)

Benjamin: Yours past matters not to me, how you got here I care nothing about, your future lies in my hands Walker. There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other. That is who I am, I am that man that took my dream and turned it into a reality, were do you stand Walker I guess we will find out soon. Walker I am done talking to you, I am done hearing your voice, soon enough the bell will sound and your reality will present itself. Have a nice day mate…

(Adam laughs as the camera fades)