Post by Michael Callahan on Apr 23, 2012 18:14:33 GMT -4
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the exciting, exuberant world of Benny Horrowitz. It's a colourful world (if only for his foul language) filled with passion, pleasure and bizarre antics that will only help you to despise him. If you're used to reading my Michael Callahan roleplays then let it be known that you're in for a culture shock here. Benny isn't your prissy, upper-class politician with dreams of “gussying up” the wrestling but a street thug with an attitude problem. A cold blooded killah who's about as stable as Japan's tectonic plates (and who hasn't actually killed anyone). So get ready for the ride of your life but Lord knows Benny will take you on one and the odds of survival are somewhat limited.
I said in my previous paragraph that Benny Horrowitz' world is a colourful one. Well in a situation designed solely to challenged the pickled mind of “The Sidewinder”, that my friends is nothing but the truth as is evident by the set for which our scene takes place at. Standing in front of the green and white coffee mosque that is “Starbucks”, our chemically enhanced blonde is about ready to slay bust in there and take control like he always does. He has a craving for a roasting hot cup of Joe to give him the kick he needs to survive the day (not the kick he thoroughly deserves) and it's at this conveniently placed coffee shop in New York that he finds the place to get his fix.
Walking in with three of his “boys” with him like he absolutely owns the place, Benny saunters over to the counter and slams a twenty dollar bill on the counter as loudly as he can. Firstly out of courtesy, secondly to get the lady behind the counters attention who is paying some serious cleaning service to the coffee steamer. Absolutely in a world of her own, she damn near leaps out of her skin when the sound of Benny's hand crashing down onto the hard wood counter brings her back from her thoughts. Turning, she reveals herself to be a pretty enough yet accessible looking twenty something who's probably working this shitheap to put her way through college. It's through the simple act of purchasing a coffee that our story begins.
Benny Horrowitz: Peppermint hot chocolate, iced mango smoothie and a cream cheese bagel please, ma'am.
Benny's grin is mile-wide. He's in a good mood and it painfully shows. How can you not be in a mood with a haircut like that? The girl behind the counter swoons at both Benny's politeness and his confidence. She thinks he's kinda' cute, but sadly even when he's so polite she has to disappoint him. Why? Benny's order is unaccomplishable.
Starbucks Girl: Oh I'm sorry sir, we only do the peppermint hot chocolates at Christmas time... Is-
And that's all it takes. Benny's mood is gone like that. Just like a light switch, his grin disappears and is replaced with a discontented grimace. He looks at her with puzzled eyebrows and a face that says “Are you insane?” but tries to find a line of questioning that doesn't result in violence.
Benny Horrowitz: Why are you telling me this?
Starbucks Girl: Because it's the tail end of April. We don't make them at this time of year.
Benny's facade of politeness is promptly replaced with an angry, rude and intimidating thug that quickly attempts to dominate the scene by being louder, bolder and more aggressive than he previously had been. Why? Because nobody denies this boy a peppermint hot chocolate. Nobody.
Benny Horrowitz: I didn't ask you when you make them, I asked you to make me one and I don't like having to ask twice. This could be the post-apocalyptic year 2520, where Starbucks is the last hope for humanity in the final resistance against alien invasion, aliens who have captured your last fortress planet that had the recipe for Peppermint Hot Chocolate on it. If I want it, I get it.
Trying not to get bogged down into the mental portrait that Benny's overactive imagination had painted of a horrifying corporate future, the Starbucks Girl tries desperately to try and explain the situation to Benny who's simply not having any of it. Benny loves his peppermint hot coco and is used to getting what he wants. Screw the consequences.
Starbucks Girl: Listen sir, we can't make them. We don't have any the ingredients or-
Benny sighs and starts checking his pockets for his gat which he doesn't have, but lies and says he does anyway.
Benny Horrowitz: If I have to pull a gun on your ass, I swear to Allah it will be the worst mistake you've ever made. You're a nice lady, if a little stupid. So I'm going to ask you again. Make me a peppermint hot chocolate. I asked nicely, like a gentleman.
Starbucks Girl: But sir I-
No longer can he take the “Please Sir, Sorry Sir”, mindless and deferential nature of this poor little thing who is only trying to tell Benny that his order is impossible. He finally loses his cool and starts yelling at her which does nothing to ail her rapidly worsening nerves.
Benny Horrowitz: I don't care HOW you make it happen. Just do it. Okay?! Or I swear to God, I will hop my ass over that counter and the only thing that'll be hot is the heat pack that you'll be applying to your bruised face. Are we absolutely clear on this?
Starbucks Girl: Uhh... yes sir, I-
Benny Horrowitz: Hop to it!
Benny turns either side to look at his boys. Smirking at the way he handles his business, they remain silent but their expressions and thinly veiled attempts at concealing their laughter show their absolute endorsement of Benny's totally crass and unnecessary behavior.
Benny Horrowitz: Fucking women eh? Man, if I had a nickle for every time I'd had a disobedient coffee maid do that I'd be-
Unable to take the strain of Benny's aggressive bartering for an unavailable product, Starbucks Girl flees to the stock room and replacing her is an equally attractive yet slightly older woman who's obviously a little more senior and a little more used to the crap that Benny is trying to pull.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Hello sir. Your hot chocolate is being made but due to the pain in the ass nature of your request, it's going to be delayed. Alright?
Benny Horrowitz: Good shout, sugar tatas. I'll pay $300 if you bring it to my table in your underwear.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes dryly at the awful suggestion. Just the fact that Benny had the gall to suggest that to her was worthy of a rough double face slap.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Do you want a loyalty card with your order?
Benny Horrowitz: Do you want to go fuck yourself with a coffee stirrer? I don't need your stank ass free tenth drink in your rip off ass white and green pyramid scheme from Hell. Who do you think I am hoe? I'm not loyal to Starbucks. I ain't loyal to shit. Only to myself and the almighty dollar. You can take that jive to the bank. Love it or leave it.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Well congratulations sir, you've just guaranteed yourself a list in the place of “People who will always have their drinks spat in”, if you're not banned by the time you leave this place.
Benny Horrowitz: That's okay shorty, I like a bit of mouth juice in my drink. Swallowing another man or woman's saliva is definitely character building.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Shannon? Have you got the old peppermint stock yet?
Benny Horrowitz: Shannon... Shannon... such a pretty name. Shame she's ass out retarded.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: If you'd take a seat please sir, we'll bring your drinks over in a second.
Benny Horrowitz: Yee. That's how I roll.
Nodding towards the table by the window, Benny and his boys quickly make waves and get comfortable with a great view of the NY streets outside.
Benny Horrowitz: So anyway, I was all like “Trick, where's my money?” and he was like “Damn B, I ain't got your money!” So I got my Wu Tang all on his ass and showed him what for. Face, teeth, legs, torso, they all took a hurting. Then I was like BAM. WHAPA! Roundhouse kick to the face and-
Shannon reluctantly brings the order over to the men who are happily chatting about their illicit activities when she arrives.
Starbucks Girl Shannon: Here is your order sir.
Benny slowly slips the lid off and relishes the gentle, minty fresh coco. A sigh of pleasure escapes his lips as the gentle, minty flavours tickle his sensory receptors and he finally takes his first sip. The moment that the drink meets his mouth though, alarm bells ring and his eyes shoot open like a bomb just went off in front of him. His hand shaking with rage as he glares daggers into the poor, shaking Starbucks employee, she knows she's in deep, deep trouble.
Benny Horrowitz: What... the fuck... is THIS?!
Starbucks Girl Shannon: It's peppermint hot chocolate sir just like you-
Benny catapults the drink straight at the floor next to Shannon. The shot is wide enough so it clears her but it puts the absolute fear of God into her nonetheless. She damn near lips out of her skin as boiling hot coco sprays everywhere and a huge mess is left by an irrational and frustrated Benny Horrowitz.
Benny Horrowitz: I didn't ask for that cinnamon crap sprinkled on top! Do you think I'm stupid or something?! Make it again, pronto!
Starbucks Girl Shannon: That's the last of the Peppermint, we-
Benny Horrowitz: I've had it UP TO HERE with your excuses. Either you make me and my boys some peppermint hot coco LIKE I ASKED, or we set this place on blaze. You dig? And clean that spill up. Someone could slip and hurt themselves on that crap!
From behind the counter, the assistant manager springs up with a cocked and loaded pump action shogun. Benny's eyes lock right at the armed woman and immediately he starts to think twice about his next move.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Out. Now.
Benny Horrowitz: Oh you know what? Fuck all y'all. I don't even like Starbucks anyhow. Costa Coffee schools all your asses.
Benny starts backing out of the store with his boys in tow, trying to still look like a tough guy even with a fully loaded shotgun at him.
Benny Horrowitz: I'll be back with my boys and we'll set this place on fire, and dance the night away! You'll regret the day you messed with The Sidewinder! Sho nuff!
And with that, it's all over. Benny doesn't even bother eating his bagel or taking his mango smoothie with him. He's too busy getting thrown out of Starbucks for being a total arse rather than actually just trying to enjoy life and not make peoples own lives a misery. That's okay though, there's plenty of Starbuckses in New York and Benny knows where almost all of them are. Plus, he has to go cut his promo for his big match on Meltdown this week and now seems like an appropriate time for him to do so. So let's hop to it, as the excitable, rude and unpredictable Benny Horrowitz decides to verbally tackle “The Wild Child”.
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With Benny's coffee house adventure well and truly over, we turn over now to the “study” of his somewhat affluent apartment in the middle of midtown. In his “study” with his two boys sitting either side of him as he googles some new Y-3 gear on the internet, he realises that it's time to talk about his opponent, Dita Morgan. He's not too fazed by the fact he's having to wrestle a woman and relishes the opportunity to use the gender difference as a psychological mind-game to throw her off balance. Though anyone who knows Dita knows that his words won't do much to shake her determined will, he will probably net himself a restraining order and possibly a place on the sex offenders register so yay for Benny.
Benny Horrowitz: Well what's this we got ourselves here? Dita Morgan? Damn, pretty girl got swag. She call herself the Wild Child? We'll see if Ol' Sidewinder can't make a woman out of her yet. What do you think boys?
Thug 1: Yeah, she'd definitely get a banging.
Thug 2: You get to wrestle her? Lucky guy.
Benny Horrowitz: Well, ignoring these philistines I surround myself with, I first and foremost gotta' say one thing Ms. Dita. I hope to Buddha that you ain't related to that straight up limey ass lookin' phone hackin' fool Piers Morgan. If so, I'm checkin' mah pad for bugs and checkin' 'em twice 'cause you might know what tricks I got up my sleeves, planned for you on this Meltdown. Jokes aside. I feel kinda' bad for you. I look at you and I see a pretty lady, a babe that wouldn't disgrace me to hold hands with. Why? Because you got shafted to this shitheap brand Meltdown and you deserve better after your impressive first match on Overdrive. That said though, you get to face me and be the first milestone in my quest called Meltdown supremacy. And if you're lucky, you might get to kick it with me backstage after our match.
If it were anyone else it would sound like a nice offer, but when it's Benny Horrowitz it seems to be tainted with this bizarre, grim level of sexual overtones that nobody really wants from the Kung Do Killah. Both he and everyone else knows that Dita won't accept the offer to go back to his locker room, no doubt for sexy times but Benny's trash talk is where he excels. It's getting into people's head that he loves to do the most.
Benny Horrowitz: Come to think of it, a hot piece of ass like yourself would look good curled up underneath my arm. I think you'll agree that you and I would be hot together. Show me the mad skills that you showed us all on Overdrive last week and you might just get the temporary pass into my life that starts after our match and ends at about 7AM the following morning when I kick your ass out of my bed. This is assuming of course that you're not totally mutilated by the time our match is done. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not an overly violent dude. It's just that I'm a lover and a fighter, which leads to complications when we wrestle. On the one hand, a girl of your calibre deserves bein' treated to a show that only someone as trill as me can possibly hope to deliver on. Yet at the same time, no exaggerating, I've been known to kill punks with just one look.
Underestimation is what women wrestlers competing with men try to thrive off. The idea that they're somehow inferior to male wrestlers because they have V's and T's has been the undoing of many male wrestlers in the past. Benny's a little savvier than he lets on though, having fought some tough girls in the past.
Benny Horrowitz: It's funny. I can kinda' see in my head your reaction to the news you'd be facing me. I could imagine your pulse thinning, skin paling and your heart racing with the kinda' lust that someone like me can deliver. Torn up by thoughts of whether you should try and cave in your dream man's head or simply sit back and let him have his way. Don't try and deny it Dita. I know you want me. Everybody does. You're kidding yourself. And rest assured I'll be exploiting that palpable level of sexual tension in our match. No exceptions. If I haven't busted your ass up so bad that you're unrecognisable even to your own loved ones then maybe, just maybe there's a place for you as arm candy but if you look like you just took a faulty parachute dive through the Ugly Forest then you can shuffle your behind back to whatever little cess you dragged yourself out of.
Strong, sexually charged words from the man who calls himself “The Sidewinder”. Although he threatens to try and initiate sexual activity, he'd never go further than to use it simply as mind games because he honestly doesn't care that much for getting his end away.
Benny Horrowitz: You probably think I'm a lady hater and that you want to slap the taste out of my mouth. That's fair. But to be honest, jerkin' aside, it's not about your gender or your sweet little body that makes me think you're gonna' be a breeze. It's the fact that I'm simply better than everyone else. I got all the intangibles needed to carry Meltdown to being the premier brand of APW. I've got unprecedented swag levels that you mere mortals in the wrestling business can only dream of and I've got combat skills that make Chuck Norris look like some fruity ass, limp-ankled buster. I'm stealin' the show at Meltdown by putting you out to pasture before ya' even get started. So please, make sure you're Top Gun, Goose, because I'm Ice Man and when I'm done with you, you won't be in no state to be anyone's wingman!
And with that, Benny slaps the camera away having successfully established himself to be the biggest doucher on the planet. If not of a total different variety to Callahan who rivals him for a close second. How will Dita Morgan take what seems like a total rape zone waiting to happen in the ring? Time will only tell.
I said in my previous paragraph that Benny Horrowitz' world is a colourful one. Well in a situation designed solely to challenged the pickled mind of “The Sidewinder”, that my friends is nothing but the truth as is evident by the set for which our scene takes place at. Standing in front of the green and white coffee mosque that is “Starbucks”, our chemically enhanced blonde is about ready to slay bust in there and take control like he always does. He has a craving for a roasting hot cup of Joe to give him the kick he needs to survive the day (not the kick he thoroughly deserves) and it's at this conveniently placed coffee shop in New York that he finds the place to get his fix.
Walking in with three of his “boys” with him like he absolutely owns the place, Benny saunters over to the counter and slams a twenty dollar bill on the counter as loudly as he can. Firstly out of courtesy, secondly to get the lady behind the counters attention who is paying some serious cleaning service to the coffee steamer. Absolutely in a world of her own, she damn near leaps out of her skin when the sound of Benny's hand crashing down onto the hard wood counter brings her back from her thoughts. Turning, she reveals herself to be a pretty enough yet accessible looking twenty something who's probably working this shitheap to put her way through college. It's through the simple act of purchasing a coffee that our story begins.
Benny Horrowitz: Peppermint hot chocolate, iced mango smoothie and a cream cheese bagel please, ma'am.
Benny's grin is mile-wide. He's in a good mood and it painfully shows. How can you not be in a mood with a haircut like that? The girl behind the counter swoons at both Benny's politeness and his confidence. She thinks he's kinda' cute, but sadly even when he's so polite she has to disappoint him. Why? Benny's order is unaccomplishable.
Starbucks Girl: Oh I'm sorry sir, we only do the peppermint hot chocolates at Christmas time... Is-
And that's all it takes. Benny's mood is gone like that. Just like a light switch, his grin disappears and is replaced with a discontented grimace. He looks at her with puzzled eyebrows and a face that says “Are you insane?” but tries to find a line of questioning that doesn't result in violence.
Benny Horrowitz: Why are you telling me this?
Starbucks Girl: Because it's the tail end of April. We don't make them at this time of year.
Benny's facade of politeness is promptly replaced with an angry, rude and intimidating thug that quickly attempts to dominate the scene by being louder, bolder and more aggressive than he previously had been. Why? Because nobody denies this boy a peppermint hot chocolate. Nobody.
Benny Horrowitz: I didn't ask you when you make them, I asked you to make me one and I don't like having to ask twice. This could be the post-apocalyptic year 2520, where Starbucks is the last hope for humanity in the final resistance against alien invasion, aliens who have captured your last fortress planet that had the recipe for Peppermint Hot Chocolate on it. If I want it, I get it.
Trying not to get bogged down into the mental portrait that Benny's overactive imagination had painted of a horrifying corporate future, the Starbucks Girl tries desperately to try and explain the situation to Benny who's simply not having any of it. Benny loves his peppermint hot coco and is used to getting what he wants. Screw the consequences.
Starbucks Girl: Listen sir, we can't make them. We don't have any the ingredients or-
Benny sighs and starts checking his pockets for his gat which he doesn't have, but lies and says he does anyway.
Benny Horrowitz: If I have to pull a gun on your ass, I swear to Allah it will be the worst mistake you've ever made. You're a nice lady, if a little stupid. So I'm going to ask you again. Make me a peppermint hot chocolate. I asked nicely, like a gentleman.
Starbucks Girl: But sir I-
No longer can he take the “Please Sir, Sorry Sir”, mindless and deferential nature of this poor little thing who is only trying to tell Benny that his order is impossible. He finally loses his cool and starts yelling at her which does nothing to ail her rapidly worsening nerves.
Benny Horrowitz: I don't care HOW you make it happen. Just do it. Okay?! Or I swear to God, I will hop my ass over that counter and the only thing that'll be hot is the heat pack that you'll be applying to your bruised face. Are we absolutely clear on this?
Starbucks Girl: Uhh... yes sir, I-
Benny Horrowitz: Hop to it!
Benny turns either side to look at his boys. Smirking at the way he handles his business, they remain silent but their expressions and thinly veiled attempts at concealing their laughter show their absolute endorsement of Benny's totally crass and unnecessary behavior.
Benny Horrowitz: Fucking women eh? Man, if I had a nickle for every time I'd had a disobedient coffee maid do that I'd be-
Unable to take the strain of Benny's aggressive bartering for an unavailable product, Starbucks Girl flees to the stock room and replacing her is an equally attractive yet slightly older woman who's obviously a little more senior and a little more used to the crap that Benny is trying to pull.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Hello sir. Your hot chocolate is being made but due to the pain in the ass nature of your request, it's going to be delayed. Alright?
Benny Horrowitz: Good shout, sugar tatas. I'll pay $300 if you bring it to my table in your underwear.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes dryly at the awful suggestion. Just the fact that Benny had the gall to suggest that to her was worthy of a rough double face slap.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Do you want a loyalty card with your order?
Benny Horrowitz: Do you want to go fuck yourself with a coffee stirrer? I don't need your stank ass free tenth drink in your rip off ass white and green pyramid scheme from Hell. Who do you think I am hoe? I'm not loyal to Starbucks. I ain't loyal to shit. Only to myself and the almighty dollar. You can take that jive to the bank. Love it or leave it.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Well congratulations sir, you've just guaranteed yourself a list in the place of “People who will always have their drinks spat in”, if you're not banned by the time you leave this place.
Benny Horrowitz: That's okay shorty, I like a bit of mouth juice in my drink. Swallowing another man or woman's saliva is definitely character building.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Shannon? Have you got the old peppermint stock yet?
Benny Horrowitz: Shannon... Shannon... such a pretty name. Shame she's ass out retarded.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: If you'd take a seat please sir, we'll bring your drinks over in a second.
Benny Horrowitz: Yee. That's how I roll.
Nodding towards the table by the window, Benny and his boys quickly make waves and get comfortable with a great view of the NY streets outside.
Benny Horrowitz: So anyway, I was all like “Trick, where's my money?” and he was like “Damn B, I ain't got your money!” So I got my Wu Tang all on his ass and showed him what for. Face, teeth, legs, torso, they all took a hurting. Then I was like BAM. WHAPA! Roundhouse kick to the face and-
Shannon reluctantly brings the order over to the men who are happily chatting about their illicit activities when she arrives.
Starbucks Girl Shannon: Here is your order sir.
Benny slowly slips the lid off and relishes the gentle, minty fresh coco. A sigh of pleasure escapes his lips as the gentle, minty flavours tickle his sensory receptors and he finally takes his first sip. The moment that the drink meets his mouth though, alarm bells ring and his eyes shoot open like a bomb just went off in front of him. His hand shaking with rage as he glares daggers into the poor, shaking Starbucks employee, she knows she's in deep, deep trouble.
Benny Horrowitz: What... the fuck... is THIS?!
Starbucks Girl Shannon: It's peppermint hot chocolate sir just like you-
Benny catapults the drink straight at the floor next to Shannon. The shot is wide enough so it clears her but it puts the absolute fear of God into her nonetheless. She damn near lips out of her skin as boiling hot coco sprays everywhere and a huge mess is left by an irrational and frustrated Benny Horrowitz.
Benny Horrowitz: I didn't ask for that cinnamon crap sprinkled on top! Do you think I'm stupid or something?! Make it again, pronto!
Starbucks Girl Shannon: That's the last of the Peppermint, we-
Benny Horrowitz: I've had it UP TO HERE with your excuses. Either you make me and my boys some peppermint hot coco LIKE I ASKED, or we set this place on blaze. You dig? And clean that spill up. Someone could slip and hurt themselves on that crap!
From behind the counter, the assistant manager springs up with a cocked and loaded pump action shogun. Benny's eyes lock right at the armed woman and immediately he starts to think twice about his next move.
Starbucks Assistant Manager: Out. Now.
Benny Horrowitz: Oh you know what? Fuck all y'all. I don't even like Starbucks anyhow. Costa Coffee schools all your asses.
Benny starts backing out of the store with his boys in tow, trying to still look like a tough guy even with a fully loaded shotgun at him.
Benny Horrowitz: I'll be back with my boys and we'll set this place on fire, and dance the night away! You'll regret the day you messed with The Sidewinder! Sho nuff!
And with that, it's all over. Benny doesn't even bother eating his bagel or taking his mango smoothie with him. He's too busy getting thrown out of Starbucks for being a total arse rather than actually just trying to enjoy life and not make peoples own lives a misery. That's okay though, there's plenty of Starbuckses in New York and Benny knows where almost all of them are. Plus, he has to go cut his promo for his big match on Meltdown this week and now seems like an appropriate time for him to do so. So let's hop to it, as the excitable, rude and unpredictable Benny Horrowitz decides to verbally tackle “The Wild Child”.
–
With Benny's coffee house adventure well and truly over, we turn over now to the “study” of his somewhat affluent apartment in the middle of midtown. In his “study” with his two boys sitting either side of him as he googles some new Y-3 gear on the internet, he realises that it's time to talk about his opponent, Dita Morgan. He's not too fazed by the fact he's having to wrestle a woman and relishes the opportunity to use the gender difference as a psychological mind-game to throw her off balance. Though anyone who knows Dita knows that his words won't do much to shake her determined will, he will probably net himself a restraining order and possibly a place on the sex offenders register so yay for Benny.
Benny Horrowitz: Well what's this we got ourselves here? Dita Morgan? Damn, pretty girl got swag. She call herself the Wild Child? We'll see if Ol' Sidewinder can't make a woman out of her yet. What do you think boys?
Thug 1: Yeah, she'd definitely get a banging.
Thug 2: You get to wrestle her? Lucky guy.
Benny Horrowitz: Well, ignoring these philistines I surround myself with, I first and foremost gotta' say one thing Ms. Dita. I hope to Buddha that you ain't related to that straight up limey ass lookin' phone hackin' fool Piers Morgan. If so, I'm checkin' mah pad for bugs and checkin' 'em twice 'cause you might know what tricks I got up my sleeves, planned for you on this Meltdown. Jokes aside. I feel kinda' bad for you. I look at you and I see a pretty lady, a babe that wouldn't disgrace me to hold hands with. Why? Because you got shafted to this shitheap brand Meltdown and you deserve better after your impressive first match on Overdrive. That said though, you get to face me and be the first milestone in my quest called Meltdown supremacy. And if you're lucky, you might get to kick it with me backstage after our match.
If it were anyone else it would sound like a nice offer, but when it's Benny Horrowitz it seems to be tainted with this bizarre, grim level of sexual overtones that nobody really wants from the Kung Do Killah. Both he and everyone else knows that Dita won't accept the offer to go back to his locker room, no doubt for sexy times but Benny's trash talk is where he excels. It's getting into people's head that he loves to do the most.
Benny Horrowitz: Come to think of it, a hot piece of ass like yourself would look good curled up underneath my arm. I think you'll agree that you and I would be hot together. Show me the mad skills that you showed us all on Overdrive last week and you might just get the temporary pass into my life that starts after our match and ends at about 7AM the following morning when I kick your ass out of my bed. This is assuming of course that you're not totally mutilated by the time our match is done. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not an overly violent dude. It's just that I'm a lover and a fighter, which leads to complications when we wrestle. On the one hand, a girl of your calibre deserves bein' treated to a show that only someone as trill as me can possibly hope to deliver on. Yet at the same time, no exaggerating, I've been known to kill punks with just one look.
Underestimation is what women wrestlers competing with men try to thrive off. The idea that they're somehow inferior to male wrestlers because they have V's and T's has been the undoing of many male wrestlers in the past. Benny's a little savvier than he lets on though, having fought some tough girls in the past.
Benny Horrowitz: It's funny. I can kinda' see in my head your reaction to the news you'd be facing me. I could imagine your pulse thinning, skin paling and your heart racing with the kinda' lust that someone like me can deliver. Torn up by thoughts of whether you should try and cave in your dream man's head or simply sit back and let him have his way. Don't try and deny it Dita. I know you want me. Everybody does. You're kidding yourself. And rest assured I'll be exploiting that palpable level of sexual tension in our match. No exceptions. If I haven't busted your ass up so bad that you're unrecognisable even to your own loved ones then maybe, just maybe there's a place for you as arm candy but if you look like you just took a faulty parachute dive through the Ugly Forest then you can shuffle your behind back to whatever little cess you dragged yourself out of.
Strong, sexually charged words from the man who calls himself “The Sidewinder”. Although he threatens to try and initiate sexual activity, he'd never go further than to use it simply as mind games because he honestly doesn't care that much for getting his end away.
Benny Horrowitz: You probably think I'm a lady hater and that you want to slap the taste out of my mouth. That's fair. But to be honest, jerkin' aside, it's not about your gender or your sweet little body that makes me think you're gonna' be a breeze. It's the fact that I'm simply better than everyone else. I got all the intangibles needed to carry Meltdown to being the premier brand of APW. I've got unprecedented swag levels that you mere mortals in the wrestling business can only dream of and I've got combat skills that make Chuck Norris look like some fruity ass, limp-ankled buster. I'm stealin' the show at Meltdown by putting you out to pasture before ya' even get started. So please, make sure you're Top Gun, Goose, because I'm Ice Man and when I'm done with you, you won't be in no state to be anyone's wingman!
And with that, Benny slaps the camera away having successfully established himself to be the biggest doucher on the planet. If not of a total different variety to Callahan who rivals him for a close second. How will Dita Morgan take what seems like a total rape zone waiting to happen in the ring? Time will only tell.
