Post by Michael Callahan on May 31, 2012 11:17:46 GMT -4
No matter what hobbies or activities Benny turned his wry eye to he'd never fail to give it anything short of 1000%. Yes, that's right, one thousand. Benny always took things far more seriously than they were ever meant to and is a natural born competitor. He can't stand losing, he can't stand failure and through his ruthless, unflinching determinations he would always try his best to avoid those unpleasantries where at all possible. That hyper-competitive spirit knew absolutely no bounds. Even in the Westchester Go Karting track in New York where his only rivals were small kids no older than twelve he was acting like it was the Gumball Rally, whacking and smashing into everything and just being a real jerk about the whole experience.
Nobody was particularly happy with Benny's behaviour that day save for himself. Go Karting was one of his greatest loves in his youth and he was damned if he was going to let some damn kids dethrone him.
”YEEEE! GIT CRUNK!” inaudibly cried Benny with all the whimsical urban energy his inner-child could muster as he tore his trail-blazing way across the ebony tarmac with positively no consideration for his own personal safety let alone anybody elses. With the comparable force of a speeding meteor he collided and smashed his way through the very young, very spooked competition leaving a trail of smashed up plastic and broken dreams in his wake. From the race entry zone a disgruntled looking middle-aged marshal watched with sheer disgust as the self-proclaimed NY shogun laid down the land of the land on the track. Next to the marshal was Benny's left and right hand man, Chang and Jaa who found themselves cackling like self-absorbed frat boys as the bullying megastar battered away at the kids he was racing with. Jaa's attention was suddenly taken from the racing when his cell phone started bleating and buzzing in his coat pocket like a far away hornets nest. He quickly answered.
As Benny swiftly and aggressively made his way around the treacherous and eye-popping final hairpin corner he skilfully shifted gears with clockwork precision and tore his way past an auburn haired ten year old who was making something of a turtle crawl in her dangerously low drive around the track.
”CYA LATER YA' GENETIC DEFECT!” howled Benny like a jackal at her having no concept of sportsmanship or human decency as she burst into tears at his decidedly uncalled for verbal abuse. When he reached the end of his lap and relinquished himself from the tight constrains of his helmet he cried a mighty victory with all the vigour and enthusiasm of a man who'd just won the lottery when really all he'd achieved on this day was highlighting how poor of a human being he was in whooping some kids in a non-competitive Go Kart race.
“You're banned for life” informed the Marshal but Benny couldn't care less, he was far too wrapped up in what he would've had you believe was the ultimate human conquest but in reality was just a debauched attempt at ruining the day of some poor kids.
If Benny's banning from the race course was the first incident of it happening then he would've almost undoubtedly flipped the mother of all lids at the perceived injustices against him. He would've done nothing short of fly off the wall in a fit of totally unjustifiable and irrational temper but given that he'd been banned three times in the last year alone and was still able to find his way out on the tracks again he'd come to think little of it. Showing the world that as the Wu Tang Clan always said, “Cash Rules Everything Around Me” he slipped the marshal a fifty dollar bill and a pat on the shoulder to make him rethink his decisions.
”Have a coin, beggar” he leered arrogantly as he pressed the crisp green note into the open palm of the race marshal.
“Hey... hey boss!” called Jaa, the easy favourite of Benny's two muscle men. The muscular, heavily tattooed appendage of the Thai born thug held up his cell phone towards Benny who figured just from standard telecommunication protocol that maybe it was a call for him. Taking the hint to come over and take the call he considered breaking into a small jog so as not to keep the caller waiting too long but ultimately decided to himself “Wait, hey, I'm Benny Horrowitz, they can wait as long as I want them to”. Sauntering his way across the gravelly path he painstakingly reached up to take the cell from his close friend and partner in crime.
”Sup bitch?” greeted Benny with his trademark courtesy and etiquette.
”Hi... Benny Horrowitz?” replied the hesitant female voice on the other end of the line as if anyone else could be as arrogant as to greet a stranger in such a callous manner.
”The one and only, how can I be helping y'all today?
This is Elsie Jackson. I'm an intern at Action Packed Wrestling?”
Benny took a slow contemplative pause as the memory banks of his brain kicked into safe mode while he tried to figure out if this was someone he could put a face to a name with or not. He ultimately decided not. ”For real. I get that. What it is?”
”After much deliberation with the APW administrative department in light of your recent attempts to assault APW Megastar Phil Atken, Mr. Diamond has decided to lift your suspension after the last two weeks. His reasons for doing so-.
”Who cares why he's doing it? He's done it! That's all that matters! JD came to his senses! He unsuspended me and now I'mma be back on TV! YES! That's how we do it up in my neighbourhood. Has he got me competing this week? Who against? What for?” interrupted the crass young New York thug, a proud and brazen pitch in his usually snarling, nasal voice.
”-because of reports of good behaviour and positive results on the aftershow drugs test that you were made to take. And yes, you have been scheduled to compete on the next edition of Meltdown.
Holding the phone away for his mouth for just a second, Benny casually performed one of his trademark gloating dances to the bemusement of his friends as he whispered the lyrics of an equally obnoxious victory songs to the tune of “I Know You Want Me” by Pitbull. ”I'm not suspended! I'm not suspended! I'm gonna' compeeeete! I'm not suspended!” he sang under his breath before returning to the call.
”Cool. Which sucka' have you got lined up for me to knock down with a shotgun knee?”
”Mr. Diamond has decided that your skills would be best utilised against Cameron Wolves.” Once again Benny tried to make a face connection but the balance of his memory bank appeared to be in deficit.
”Who that be?”
”Why don't you go check his profile and some of his hype material? He's uhh... He's interesting.” Emphatic stress on the word interesting where I come from has connotations of being a few fries short of a happy meal, the cuckoo in the cuckoo's nest so to speak. Basically he's mentally ill.
”Cool. Wanna go out sometime?” he asked her brazenly without a single word of warning, a total shot in the dark with someone he'd never even met.
”I'm thirty eight years old and married with children. I don't think I'm your type sir.” The stoic rejection made Benny's lip twitch a little.
”Married with kids? Man, I didn't know Johnny Diamond was in the business of hiring paedophiles for his workforce. That's fucked up!” snapped Benny with a melodramatic exclamation of his total disgust. He knew full well what she meant by the expression but he took great pleasure in twisting people's words to his own benign ends. He quickly hung up before she could attempt to explain herself and was about to pocket the phone until he realised it was Jaa's who was holding his hand out expectantly.
Taking a minute to reflect on what he'd just heard, Benny could draw nothing but positives from this brief yet dynamic conversation even if he had been rejected. Usually when someone describing themselves as a so-called intern called up Benny it was to inform him that his cheque for bail had bounced or that he was going to die horribly thanks to a freak illness. The exception that proved the rule here was that not only was Benny unsuspended but he was getting put into the ring with a verifiable mad man which in his eyes were pluses on his already glorious and sunny day.
Now Benny hadn't done his research yet and probably wasn't going to but I have and given that this man, this “Cameron Wolves” critter has delusions of a dead ex-girlfriend haunting him it'd be much to the detriment of his confidence that he'd be surrounded by a bunch of Benny's bruiser friends. Meanwhile that physical presence that made every one of Benny's matches seem like a lumberjack match would do wonders to encourage growth within his planet-sized hubris.
Tearing Benny asunder from his thoughts he felt a tiny tug at the zipper of his leather jacket. Looking down he saw the almost angelic face of one of the kids he'd just raced with. Aryan in appearance and wearing a knock-off Marvel t-shirt that reads 'The Mighty Hulk' rather than 'The Incredible Hulk', the kid didn't seem to bare any malice in his bold approach of The Sidewinder. Despite having had abuse hurled at him by a twenty two year old man from New York his reasons for approaching were entirely different.
”Excuse me Mister...” he pleaded in a soft voice that no human being no matter how twisted and corrupt could ever ignore.
”Beat it kid... I've got money to make.” said Benny dismissively with a curt wave. He didn't have time for people never mind kids.
”I was just wondering if I could get your autograph... I watch Meltdown every week and even though you're a bad guy and none of the kids in school like you, I know you're just bad because you love Dita and wanna be a tough guy in front of her so she'll like you... You're one of my favourites because of that.” Benny stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the kid amazed with his astute psychological evaluations even if he was in fact wrong.
”Welll... shit. Thanks kid. You've got a brain on you. I can dig that. Just for you I'll do you a solid. Twenty bucks for an autograph.” offered Benny “generously” as he padded himself down for a pen. The kid's glum, disheartened features stopped him in his tracks. He couldn't afford it.
”Kid... That's like a 150% discount. Usually I charge $50 a pop for my signature.” he assured the boy as he found a pen. That's when the kid once again showed his deceptive talents once more. As the kid turned to leave he took one look over his shoulder and with the most heart wrenching gaze in his eyes like he'd just watched his dog get put down, he delivered a nuclear bomb to crack the obsidian shell of Benny Horrowitz' charcoal heart.
”Dita Morgan would do it for free...” he cooed ever so quietly to ensure that Benny listened to every word.
With experience and emotionally manipulative wisdom far beyond his tender age came the killing blow. Benny's iron resolve came crashing down around him like the Berlin Wall and hefound himself giving away an absolutely free autograph much to the delight and elation of his possibly only fan.
”You got guts kids... I dig that.” admitted Benny as he started writing down a personalised message for the young fan. ”What's your name?”
”Philip Clancy!” he proudly cheered. The satisfaction of getting his own way renewing his vigour.
”Cool. Here's your autograph.” replied Benny calmly as he handed the piece of paper down to the young man with a somewhat abusive yet personalised message for his youngest fan.
”Don't ever trust a... motherfucker named Philip Clancy. Peace and love from ya' boy, Benny Horrowitz.” He was happy to say the least but felt if he'd made it this far he could go that step further in order to squeeze another favour out of The Sidewinder.
”Thanks sir! Can I have your hat?” he asked pointing to the bright red New Era baseball cap now resting atop Benny's fluffy electric mane.
”Don't push it, kid.” scoffed Benny, taken aback by the bare faced cheek of this pint-sized genius. Instead though Benny handed him twenty bucks from his pocket. ”Here kid. Go buy yourself a real Marvel t-shirt. Mighty Hulk? Get the fuck outta' here.”
”No thanks. Marvel comic books suck.” he said with another verbal nuke as he skipped merrily away clutching his prized autograph and twenty whole dollars. Every muscle in Benny's legs locked down to stop him from shotgun kneeing the little punk in the back of his head in response to that. The idea that this little scamp was dissing the empire that Stan Lee built made his blood burn and boil hotter and brighter than The Human Torch.
”You little fucker!” he angrily yelled not realising people were watching him verbally abuse a small child.
A flash of light and we change scene again to Benny's bedroom where a drunk girl he picked up in a club after celebrating the lift of his suspension lay passed out and naked with strategically placed Metallica t-shirts to hide her “indiscretion”. It's 3AM and he was still reeling from getting his drink on but he had something he needed to say for his opponent, the big bad Mr. Wolves.
”Mistah Cameron Wolves as I live and breathe. Now ya' listen here and listen good because I'm only gonna' say this shit to you once. I'm not sure if you know? But this little scrap of madness that we call Meltdown? This is my number one jam. This is MY domain. I OWN this place and no matter how hard punk ass marks like JD and his army of interns would have ya' believe otherwise I am Meltdown's shogun and I rule with an iron fist so if you toe outta' line I'll be cuttin' it off. Nah mean? Management are so desperate to contain me that they event went to the effort of givin' me a bullshit suspension. They put me on the shelf for two weeks and told me that I couldn't wrestle because I tried to whack some straight up British jackass who was makin' unsavoury and racist accusations about me and my character. That ain't justice. That's straight up horseshit and all is done is made me hungrier and more determined to prove that I RUN this joint. This is MY god damn establishment. Ya' hear me?!”
Cameron might hear him but the naked girl in his bed definitely does. She rolled over to one side with a stomach churned groan exposing a little bit of cheek as she turned her back to the camera. Benny tugged the shirt down appropriately.
”Now I'mma give you your props Cammy. You did good out there last week. Mr. Dangerous is a bad, bad dude for real. He's a certified NBK and he's not the fool I'd ever wanna cross in a bad temper but you went ahead and shocked the world by schooling him in the way of the wolfpack. I'll admit that I'm 'mirin' you even had the guts to show up, never mind smack that ass all over the building. What I'm not 'mirin' though is your follow up, your sequel. 'cause now you gotta' face me and I don't envy anyone that gotta' do that. Least not you. See, I've just come off suspension and I'm like an animal trapped up inside some bullshit racist cage. I get frustrated in this trap because I can't do what I love to do, rule over mah Meltdown domain like I doos it and show the world who's boss. Keepin' me locked away for two weeks and then lettin' me run wild on you was like givin' me a gun dude. All they gone and done is pissed off the animal inside and you and I both know Cammy that there ain't nothin' more dangerous than a pissed off venomous pit-viper ready to strike. That's what I am right now and you're gonna' feel my bite on Meltdown.”
For emphasis he flashed his pearly whites and launched his head towards the camera with a vicious bite before licking his lips hungrily for emphasis, savouring the taste of last night's liquor. There wasn't much else that Benny had to say so he began his conclusion looking to go back to sleep after a wild night of debauched partying.
”Short of ya' victory over Mr. Dangerous I don't know much about you. I ain't seen or heard shit and that normally would make me a little nervous but then I remembered I don't get nervous. You ain't nothing I can't handle with my martial arts training and my boys backing me up. I have heard some shit though. I heard that you a hungry guy, the kind that would do ANYTHIN' for a klondike bar. I also heard people say you talkin' to yo' self and you prone to nervous twitchin' like you Charlie Manson or some shit. Let it be known that I got tha' medication for ya' right here Cammy, a Shotgun Knee cocked and loaded ready to brain you all across that mat in epico headshot fashion. Maybe that'll silence the voices in yo' head? Man, I could be yo' therapist or some shit. Keep it locked and keep it real Cammy, otherwise you gon' lose it all. SHO NUFF!”
FADE.
Nobody was particularly happy with Benny's behaviour that day save for himself. Go Karting was one of his greatest loves in his youth and he was damned if he was going to let some damn kids dethrone him.
”YEEEE! GIT CRUNK!” inaudibly cried Benny with all the whimsical urban energy his inner-child could muster as he tore his trail-blazing way across the ebony tarmac with positively no consideration for his own personal safety let alone anybody elses. With the comparable force of a speeding meteor he collided and smashed his way through the very young, very spooked competition leaving a trail of smashed up plastic and broken dreams in his wake. From the race entry zone a disgruntled looking middle-aged marshal watched with sheer disgust as the self-proclaimed NY shogun laid down the land of the land on the track. Next to the marshal was Benny's left and right hand man, Chang and Jaa who found themselves cackling like self-absorbed frat boys as the bullying megastar battered away at the kids he was racing with. Jaa's attention was suddenly taken from the racing when his cell phone started bleating and buzzing in his coat pocket like a far away hornets nest. He quickly answered.
As Benny swiftly and aggressively made his way around the treacherous and eye-popping final hairpin corner he skilfully shifted gears with clockwork precision and tore his way past an auburn haired ten year old who was making something of a turtle crawl in her dangerously low drive around the track.
”CYA LATER YA' GENETIC DEFECT!” howled Benny like a jackal at her having no concept of sportsmanship or human decency as she burst into tears at his decidedly uncalled for verbal abuse. When he reached the end of his lap and relinquished himself from the tight constrains of his helmet he cried a mighty victory with all the vigour and enthusiasm of a man who'd just won the lottery when really all he'd achieved on this day was highlighting how poor of a human being he was in whooping some kids in a non-competitive Go Kart race.
“You're banned for life” informed the Marshal but Benny couldn't care less, he was far too wrapped up in what he would've had you believe was the ultimate human conquest but in reality was just a debauched attempt at ruining the day of some poor kids.
If Benny's banning from the race course was the first incident of it happening then he would've almost undoubtedly flipped the mother of all lids at the perceived injustices against him. He would've done nothing short of fly off the wall in a fit of totally unjustifiable and irrational temper but given that he'd been banned three times in the last year alone and was still able to find his way out on the tracks again he'd come to think little of it. Showing the world that as the Wu Tang Clan always said, “Cash Rules Everything Around Me” he slipped the marshal a fifty dollar bill and a pat on the shoulder to make him rethink his decisions.
”Have a coin, beggar” he leered arrogantly as he pressed the crisp green note into the open palm of the race marshal.
“Hey... hey boss!” called Jaa, the easy favourite of Benny's two muscle men. The muscular, heavily tattooed appendage of the Thai born thug held up his cell phone towards Benny who figured just from standard telecommunication protocol that maybe it was a call for him. Taking the hint to come over and take the call he considered breaking into a small jog so as not to keep the caller waiting too long but ultimately decided to himself “Wait, hey, I'm Benny Horrowitz, they can wait as long as I want them to”. Sauntering his way across the gravelly path he painstakingly reached up to take the cell from his close friend and partner in crime.
”Sup bitch?” greeted Benny with his trademark courtesy and etiquette.
”Hi... Benny Horrowitz?” replied the hesitant female voice on the other end of the line as if anyone else could be as arrogant as to greet a stranger in such a callous manner.
”The one and only, how can I be helping y'all today?
This is Elsie Jackson. I'm an intern at Action Packed Wrestling?”
Benny took a slow contemplative pause as the memory banks of his brain kicked into safe mode while he tried to figure out if this was someone he could put a face to a name with or not. He ultimately decided not. ”For real. I get that. What it is?”
”After much deliberation with the APW administrative department in light of your recent attempts to assault APW Megastar Phil Atken, Mr. Diamond has decided to lift your suspension after the last two weeks. His reasons for doing so-.
”Who cares why he's doing it? He's done it! That's all that matters! JD came to his senses! He unsuspended me and now I'mma be back on TV! YES! That's how we do it up in my neighbourhood. Has he got me competing this week? Who against? What for?” interrupted the crass young New York thug, a proud and brazen pitch in his usually snarling, nasal voice.
”-because of reports of good behaviour and positive results on the aftershow drugs test that you were made to take. And yes, you have been scheduled to compete on the next edition of Meltdown.
Holding the phone away for his mouth for just a second, Benny casually performed one of his trademark gloating dances to the bemusement of his friends as he whispered the lyrics of an equally obnoxious victory songs to the tune of “I Know You Want Me” by Pitbull. ”I'm not suspended! I'm not suspended! I'm gonna' compeeeete! I'm not suspended!” he sang under his breath before returning to the call.
”Cool. Which sucka' have you got lined up for me to knock down with a shotgun knee?”
”Mr. Diamond has decided that your skills would be best utilised against Cameron Wolves.” Once again Benny tried to make a face connection but the balance of his memory bank appeared to be in deficit.
”Who that be?”
”Why don't you go check his profile and some of his hype material? He's uhh... He's interesting.” Emphatic stress on the word interesting where I come from has connotations of being a few fries short of a happy meal, the cuckoo in the cuckoo's nest so to speak. Basically he's mentally ill.
”Cool. Wanna go out sometime?” he asked her brazenly without a single word of warning, a total shot in the dark with someone he'd never even met.
”I'm thirty eight years old and married with children. I don't think I'm your type sir.” The stoic rejection made Benny's lip twitch a little.
”Married with kids? Man, I didn't know Johnny Diamond was in the business of hiring paedophiles for his workforce. That's fucked up!” snapped Benny with a melodramatic exclamation of his total disgust. He knew full well what she meant by the expression but he took great pleasure in twisting people's words to his own benign ends. He quickly hung up before she could attempt to explain herself and was about to pocket the phone until he realised it was Jaa's who was holding his hand out expectantly.
Taking a minute to reflect on what he'd just heard, Benny could draw nothing but positives from this brief yet dynamic conversation even if he had been rejected. Usually when someone describing themselves as a so-called intern called up Benny it was to inform him that his cheque for bail had bounced or that he was going to die horribly thanks to a freak illness. The exception that proved the rule here was that not only was Benny unsuspended but he was getting put into the ring with a verifiable mad man which in his eyes were pluses on his already glorious and sunny day.
Now Benny hadn't done his research yet and probably wasn't going to but I have and given that this man, this “Cameron Wolves” critter has delusions of a dead ex-girlfriend haunting him it'd be much to the detriment of his confidence that he'd be surrounded by a bunch of Benny's bruiser friends. Meanwhile that physical presence that made every one of Benny's matches seem like a lumberjack match would do wonders to encourage growth within his planet-sized hubris.
Tearing Benny asunder from his thoughts he felt a tiny tug at the zipper of his leather jacket. Looking down he saw the almost angelic face of one of the kids he'd just raced with. Aryan in appearance and wearing a knock-off Marvel t-shirt that reads 'The Mighty Hulk' rather than 'The Incredible Hulk', the kid didn't seem to bare any malice in his bold approach of The Sidewinder. Despite having had abuse hurled at him by a twenty two year old man from New York his reasons for approaching were entirely different.
”Excuse me Mister...” he pleaded in a soft voice that no human being no matter how twisted and corrupt could ever ignore.
”Beat it kid... I've got money to make.” said Benny dismissively with a curt wave. He didn't have time for people never mind kids.
”I was just wondering if I could get your autograph... I watch Meltdown every week and even though you're a bad guy and none of the kids in school like you, I know you're just bad because you love Dita and wanna be a tough guy in front of her so she'll like you... You're one of my favourites because of that.” Benny stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the kid amazed with his astute psychological evaluations even if he was in fact wrong.
”Welll... shit. Thanks kid. You've got a brain on you. I can dig that. Just for you I'll do you a solid. Twenty bucks for an autograph.” offered Benny “generously” as he padded himself down for a pen. The kid's glum, disheartened features stopped him in his tracks. He couldn't afford it.
”Kid... That's like a 150% discount. Usually I charge $50 a pop for my signature.” he assured the boy as he found a pen. That's when the kid once again showed his deceptive talents once more. As the kid turned to leave he took one look over his shoulder and with the most heart wrenching gaze in his eyes like he'd just watched his dog get put down, he delivered a nuclear bomb to crack the obsidian shell of Benny Horrowitz' charcoal heart.
”Dita Morgan would do it for free...” he cooed ever so quietly to ensure that Benny listened to every word.
With experience and emotionally manipulative wisdom far beyond his tender age came the killing blow. Benny's iron resolve came crashing down around him like the Berlin Wall and hefound himself giving away an absolutely free autograph much to the delight and elation of his possibly only fan.
”You got guts kids... I dig that.” admitted Benny as he started writing down a personalised message for the young fan. ”What's your name?”
”Philip Clancy!” he proudly cheered. The satisfaction of getting his own way renewing his vigour.
”Cool. Here's your autograph.” replied Benny calmly as he handed the piece of paper down to the young man with a somewhat abusive yet personalised message for his youngest fan.
”Don't ever trust a... motherfucker named Philip Clancy. Peace and love from ya' boy, Benny Horrowitz.” He was happy to say the least but felt if he'd made it this far he could go that step further in order to squeeze another favour out of The Sidewinder.
”Thanks sir! Can I have your hat?” he asked pointing to the bright red New Era baseball cap now resting atop Benny's fluffy electric mane.
”Don't push it, kid.” scoffed Benny, taken aback by the bare faced cheek of this pint-sized genius. Instead though Benny handed him twenty bucks from his pocket. ”Here kid. Go buy yourself a real Marvel t-shirt. Mighty Hulk? Get the fuck outta' here.”
”No thanks. Marvel comic books suck.” he said with another verbal nuke as he skipped merrily away clutching his prized autograph and twenty whole dollars. Every muscle in Benny's legs locked down to stop him from shotgun kneeing the little punk in the back of his head in response to that. The idea that this little scamp was dissing the empire that Stan Lee built made his blood burn and boil hotter and brighter than The Human Torch.
”You little fucker!” he angrily yelled not realising people were watching him verbally abuse a small child.
A flash of light and we change scene again to Benny's bedroom where a drunk girl he picked up in a club after celebrating the lift of his suspension lay passed out and naked with strategically placed Metallica t-shirts to hide her “indiscretion”. It's 3AM and he was still reeling from getting his drink on but he had something he needed to say for his opponent, the big bad Mr. Wolves.
”Mistah Cameron Wolves as I live and breathe. Now ya' listen here and listen good because I'm only gonna' say this shit to you once. I'm not sure if you know? But this little scrap of madness that we call Meltdown? This is my number one jam. This is MY domain. I OWN this place and no matter how hard punk ass marks like JD and his army of interns would have ya' believe otherwise I am Meltdown's shogun and I rule with an iron fist so if you toe outta' line I'll be cuttin' it off. Nah mean? Management are so desperate to contain me that they event went to the effort of givin' me a bullshit suspension. They put me on the shelf for two weeks and told me that I couldn't wrestle because I tried to whack some straight up British jackass who was makin' unsavoury and racist accusations about me and my character. That ain't justice. That's straight up horseshit and all is done is made me hungrier and more determined to prove that I RUN this joint. This is MY god damn establishment. Ya' hear me?!”
Cameron might hear him but the naked girl in his bed definitely does. She rolled over to one side with a stomach churned groan exposing a little bit of cheek as she turned her back to the camera. Benny tugged the shirt down appropriately.
”Now I'mma give you your props Cammy. You did good out there last week. Mr. Dangerous is a bad, bad dude for real. He's a certified NBK and he's not the fool I'd ever wanna cross in a bad temper but you went ahead and shocked the world by schooling him in the way of the wolfpack. I'll admit that I'm 'mirin' you even had the guts to show up, never mind smack that ass all over the building. What I'm not 'mirin' though is your follow up, your sequel. 'cause now you gotta' face me and I don't envy anyone that gotta' do that. Least not you. See, I've just come off suspension and I'm like an animal trapped up inside some bullshit racist cage. I get frustrated in this trap because I can't do what I love to do, rule over mah Meltdown domain like I doos it and show the world who's boss. Keepin' me locked away for two weeks and then lettin' me run wild on you was like givin' me a gun dude. All they gone and done is pissed off the animal inside and you and I both know Cammy that there ain't nothin' more dangerous than a pissed off venomous pit-viper ready to strike. That's what I am right now and you're gonna' feel my bite on Meltdown.”
For emphasis he flashed his pearly whites and launched his head towards the camera with a vicious bite before licking his lips hungrily for emphasis, savouring the taste of last night's liquor. There wasn't much else that Benny had to say so he began his conclusion looking to go back to sleep after a wild night of debauched partying.
”Short of ya' victory over Mr. Dangerous I don't know much about you. I ain't seen or heard shit and that normally would make me a little nervous but then I remembered I don't get nervous. You ain't nothing I can't handle with my martial arts training and my boys backing me up. I have heard some shit though. I heard that you a hungry guy, the kind that would do ANYTHIN' for a klondike bar. I also heard people say you talkin' to yo' self and you prone to nervous twitchin' like you Charlie Manson or some shit. Let it be known that I got tha' medication for ya' right here Cammy, a Shotgun Knee cocked and loaded ready to brain you all across that mat in epico headshot fashion. Maybe that'll silence the voices in yo' head? Man, I could be yo' therapist or some shit. Keep it locked and keep it real Cammy, otherwise you gon' lose it all. SHO NUFF!”
FADE.
