Post by Benjamin John Beaufort on Aug 26, 2019 18:40:35 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in a room that is filled with posters of celebrities on the wall. A 32” TV sits on a TV stand with an Xbox One and PS4 on the middle shelf. The camera pans around the room until we see Benjamin John Beaufort standing over an open suitcase on his bed. Benjamin is throwing clothes into the suitcase from a nearby closet.
An older tall man with grey hair, walks into the door frame and leans against it. He watches BJB pack.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Anthony, I already told you that I must do this…
(Anthony, sighs.)
Anthony: Don’t you mean, Dad?
(Benjamin rolls his eyes and continues to pack his suitcase. Anthony Beaufort walks over to his son and puts his hand on his shoulder.)
Anthony Beaufort: You’re better than this, there is no reason for you to go wrestle across the country, and ruin any potential you have in my tech company…
(BJB stops and stares at his father. He getting visibly angry as his face starts to turn red.)
Anthony Beaufort: Maybe, son, you stop packing now and come with me to the office and watch how we can build a better wor…
Benjamin John Beaufort: STOP RIGHT THERE! I don’t want to be part of your company or anyone else’s company. I’ve watched wrestling since I was a baby and I’ve now trained for almost a year to wrestle…
(Anthony shrugs off his son’s comments. He looks disappointed at Benjamin’s decision to wrestle.)
Anthony Beaufort: Well, starting Twitter wars with well-known champions isn’t a smart move for your first rodeo, cowboy… Going in guns blazing, and attacking the likes of Duncan Aries is stupid… So, I ask you this, Ben, who is the real dunce?
(BJB smirks at his father. He turns to the suitcase then zips it closed.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, if I want to survive in the wrestling business, I need to let the roster of Trinity Wrestling know that I’m not afraid to go after the top guys…
(Benjamin’s dad shows doubt on his face. His father than looks up at Benjamin with a slight smile.)
Anthony Beaufort: So, wrestling is like prison? Take out the big guys first so everyone cowers down?
(Anthony chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief.)
Anthony Beaufort: Maybe, you should focus on your first ever opponent, Alex Scott.
(Benjamin grabs his tablet from his night stand and throws it into a side pocket of the suitcase.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Who?!
(His dad lets out a loud groan as he sits on the bed. Benjamin goes into his closet to look for something.)
Benjamin John Beaufort (from the closet): Oh, you mean, Mr. Awesome…
Anthony Beaufort (muttering to himself): Just Awesome…
Benjamin John Beaufort (from the closet): Yea, I’ve looked up some of his stuff…
(Benjamin comes walking out of the closet having on his Carolina blue scarf around his neck. Anthony looks at him and laughs at his son. BJB plays with the scarf.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I’ll watch all his stuff on the plane. I've got this covered…
(Benjamin smirks at his father with confidence as his father stares back him with none.)
Anthony Beaufort: Well, son, I guess I must once again, let you go do something you must do… I’ll keep that executive seat warm for you... whenever you decide you’re ready…
(Anthony gets up from the bed and extends his hand out to his son for a handshake. BJB turns towards his dad and hesitates at first but shakes Anthony’s hand. The scene cuts to black.
As the camera slowly fades back into view, we hear loud metal music and see a back of a cab. The cab is moving pretty fast, and we see other cars, street signs, and street lights fly by us. The camera pans over to see Benjamin John Beaufort holding on to the "Oh Shit Handle".)
Benjamin John Beaufort(screaming): HEY DUDE!! YOU MIND SLOWING YOUR ASS DOWN?!?
(Benjamin is ignored by the driver. After what seems like several minutes the driver makes a slight movement and the music is lowered.)
Driver: DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?!?!
Benjamin John Beaufort: I SAID... DO YOU MIND SLOWING DOWN?!
Driver: NO CAN DO, I GOTTA GET YOU TO YOUR HOTEL AND GET MY ASS HOME BEFORE MY WIFE KILLS ME! THE SIX KIDS ARE DRIVING HER CRAZY!
(Benjamin looks disgusted and just shakes his head. All of a sudden, the breaks screech and the cab comes to a screaming halt. BJB couldn't move any faster to grab his bags and get out of the car.)
Driver: YO, MAN, WHERE'S MY MONEY?!
(Benjamin turns towards the passager window and throws some money at the driver. Driver counts the money, smiles then peels out. BJB and the camera both turn to look at the Hilton San Diego Resort & Spa. The camera cuts to black.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I know, I'm heading out to the arena in a few. I hope I don't get another crazy ass cabbie...
(The camera fades in to see BJB sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He's holding a phone between his ear and shoulder, listening to a caller. BJB leans over slipping on his wingtip shoes on and adjusting them. He sits back up and adjusts his white dress shirt sleeves by his wrist.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I'm not worried about him... He'll see me this Tuesday on SIN, and he'll change his mind about me being a cookie cutter...
(As BJB stands up he slips on his Carolina blue sports coat and buttons it up. He then slides on his Flippo sunglasses.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Look, I need to get going... I'll hit you back up once I'm done meeting and greeting with fans and Trinity Superstars... Alright, bye...
(Benjamin taps his phone then puts it in his top pocket of his sports coat. He then walks towards the door grabbing his Carolina blue and white scarf. He throws it over his neck and adjusts it then BJB goes out the door. The camera fades out.
The scene fades back in looking at Jerika Mason and Benjamin John Beaufort sitting down in a large room. Behind them Trinity Wrestling logo back drop. Jerika is talking to one of her assistants.)
Camera Man: Jerika we need to get this done already...
Jerkia looks at the camera man with a stern glare. She whispers something to her assistant and they scary off. The camera focuses on Jerika and Benjamin.)
Jerika Mason: Ladies and gentleman, I'm sitting here with the new hottest Superstar for Trinity Wrestling... Benjamin John Beaufort...
(Jerkia and BJB smile at each other and nod.)
Jerkia Mason: Now, Benjamin, you come in right out of college, you've played lacrosse, which a lot of people consider a very weak sport. But now you're training to be a wrestler... How do you think your experience from lacross will help you?
(BJB lets a hearty laugh slapping his knee.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Is that your opening question for me?! Really?! Well, lacrosse might seem like a soft sport, it might not be football, or soccer, but let me tell you, let them hit you with a good shoulder drop and land on your ass, you won't think it’s a soft sport... Now, next question, and this time, please, make it a good one...
(Benjamin looks annoyed. Jerika looks apprehensive with the next question.)
Jerkia Mason: Alright, how about your very first opponent, Alex Scott? He came in hot in Trinity, but lately, he has cooled off... What are your thoughts on him?
(BJB smirks at Jerkia.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, that's a little bit better, buttercup... Alex Scott did come in to Trinity hot, and looking like the next breakout Superstar. But the two past week, Trinity hasn't heard anything from him. So, I'm holding my breath to see if he actually shows up. But maybe he will, however, my bet is he might show up half assed if at all. But it's ok, Jerkia, I'm here.
(Benjamin shifts in his seat. He looks at Jerkia.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Next question please...
(Jerika sighs.)
Jerkia Mason: Alright, Ben...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Benjamin. Ben is not my name...
(Jerkia has a confused look on her face.)
Jerkia Mason: Well, okay... Benjamin, this match is a Television title qualifier, one wonders how did you get a shot at being in this match...
(BJB shakes his head in disappointment.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, Jerkia, I have connections around the world... I made a few phone calls, and I got a try out for Trinity, that try out happens to be a Television title qualifier. Maybe, my connections helped me get it or maybe I was just lucky enough to get signed at the right time... Just one thing to know, Jerkia, I'm here to win, and Alex Scott will be the first stepping stone of many...
Jerkia Mason: Speaking of the Television title, you've seemed to be on the wrong side of the champion, Duncan Aries. This past week, it seems like you two went at it on social media...
(Benjamin grins at Jerkia.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, Jerika, I was just letting him know that I agreed with him, and maybe he should be the real Trinity World Champion... But Duncan... well... What can I say? He's the asshat of Trinity Wrestling. He wants to be the biggest and baddest, and maybe he is biggest and baddest, but he lets his fighter instinct guide him which will work wonders for a lot stuff, but when the "cookie cutter" tweener wants to call out a "cookie cutter" heel, it's the pot calling the kettle black...
(Jerkia astounded by the words from BJB.)
Jerkia Mason: But, Benajmin, you're very young and straight out of college... Duncan has years and years of experience of fighting and wrestling in the big matches. How can you compare yourself to someone who has proven himself over and over again, all over the place, and has won many championships?
(Benjamin looks smugly into the camera.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: It's simple Jerkia... I'm going to work towards being the next big hot superstar in wrestling. Starting here in Trinity. Maybe I grow out of Trinity and go on to bigger things, but for now, Jerkia, I'm here to wrestle and win the big ones, just like Duncan... However, Jerkia, Aries is getting old, he's now 41 years old, while, I'm 20 years young. When our paths cross, and it will happen sooner than later... We'll see if the old lion still has what it takes when he encounters the new hungry, young, lion...
(Jerkia is waving her hand at the camera man.)
Jerkia Mason: Wow! Well, I'm sure Aries will have something to say about those words...
Benjamin John Beaufort: I doubt it, Jerkia... He's not worried about me, but the champ and the rest of the locker room might want to start worrying...
Jerika Mason: Well, Benjamin, I'm being told to wrap this interview up... Thank you for time... Good luck on your match this week...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Yea, no thanks to you... Worst interviewer ever... I think that's one thing Duncan and I can agree on... Maybe I need to talk to the general manager about getting a real interviewer...
(Jerkia is appalled at BJB. She hastily gets up and leaves with her heels clicking away. Benjamin stares into the camera with a smirk. The camera cuts to black.)
An older tall man with grey hair, walks into the door frame and leans against it. He watches BJB pack.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Anthony, I already told you that I must do this…
(Anthony, sighs.)
Anthony: Don’t you mean, Dad?
(Benjamin rolls his eyes and continues to pack his suitcase. Anthony Beaufort walks over to his son and puts his hand on his shoulder.)
Anthony Beaufort: You’re better than this, there is no reason for you to go wrestle across the country, and ruin any potential you have in my tech company…
(BJB stops and stares at his father. He getting visibly angry as his face starts to turn red.)
Anthony Beaufort: Maybe, son, you stop packing now and come with me to the office and watch how we can build a better wor…
Benjamin John Beaufort: STOP RIGHT THERE! I don’t want to be part of your company or anyone else’s company. I’ve watched wrestling since I was a baby and I’ve now trained for almost a year to wrestle…
(Anthony shrugs off his son’s comments. He looks disappointed at Benjamin’s decision to wrestle.)
Anthony Beaufort: Well, starting Twitter wars with well-known champions isn’t a smart move for your first rodeo, cowboy… Going in guns blazing, and attacking the likes of Duncan Aries is stupid… So, I ask you this, Ben, who is the real dunce?
(BJB smirks at his father. He turns to the suitcase then zips it closed.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, if I want to survive in the wrestling business, I need to let the roster of Trinity Wrestling know that I’m not afraid to go after the top guys…
(Benjamin’s dad shows doubt on his face. His father than looks up at Benjamin with a slight smile.)
Anthony Beaufort: So, wrestling is like prison? Take out the big guys first so everyone cowers down?
(Anthony chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief.)
Anthony Beaufort: Maybe, you should focus on your first ever opponent, Alex Scott.
(Benjamin grabs his tablet from his night stand and throws it into a side pocket of the suitcase.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Who?!
(His dad lets out a loud groan as he sits on the bed. Benjamin goes into his closet to look for something.)
Benjamin John Beaufort (from the closet): Oh, you mean, Mr. Awesome…
Anthony Beaufort (muttering to himself): Just Awesome…
Benjamin John Beaufort (from the closet): Yea, I’ve looked up some of his stuff…
(Benjamin comes walking out of the closet having on his Carolina blue scarf around his neck. Anthony looks at him and laughs at his son. BJB plays with the scarf.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I’ll watch all his stuff on the plane. I've got this covered…
(Benjamin smirks at his father with confidence as his father stares back him with none.)
Anthony Beaufort: Well, son, I guess I must once again, let you go do something you must do… I’ll keep that executive seat warm for you... whenever you decide you’re ready…
(Anthony gets up from the bed and extends his hand out to his son for a handshake. BJB turns towards his dad and hesitates at first but shakes Anthony’s hand. The scene cuts to black.
As the camera slowly fades back into view, we hear loud metal music and see a back of a cab. The cab is moving pretty fast, and we see other cars, street signs, and street lights fly by us. The camera pans over to see Benjamin John Beaufort holding on to the "Oh Shit Handle".)
Benjamin John Beaufort(screaming): HEY DUDE!! YOU MIND SLOWING YOUR ASS DOWN?!?
(Benjamin is ignored by the driver. After what seems like several minutes the driver makes a slight movement and the music is lowered.)
Driver: DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?!?!
Benjamin John Beaufort: I SAID... DO YOU MIND SLOWING DOWN?!
Driver: NO CAN DO, I GOTTA GET YOU TO YOUR HOTEL AND GET MY ASS HOME BEFORE MY WIFE KILLS ME! THE SIX KIDS ARE DRIVING HER CRAZY!
(Benjamin looks disgusted and just shakes his head. All of a sudden, the breaks screech and the cab comes to a screaming halt. BJB couldn't move any faster to grab his bags and get out of the car.)
Driver: YO, MAN, WHERE'S MY MONEY?!
(Benjamin turns towards the passager window and throws some money at the driver. Driver counts the money, smiles then peels out. BJB and the camera both turn to look at the Hilton San Diego Resort & Spa. The camera cuts to black.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I know, I'm heading out to the arena in a few. I hope I don't get another crazy ass cabbie...
(The camera fades in to see BJB sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He's holding a phone between his ear and shoulder, listening to a caller. BJB leans over slipping on his wingtip shoes on and adjusting them. He sits back up and adjusts his white dress shirt sleeves by his wrist.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I'm not worried about him... He'll see me this Tuesday on SIN, and he'll change his mind about me being a cookie cutter...
(As BJB stands up he slips on his Carolina blue sports coat and buttons it up. He then slides on his Flippo sunglasses.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Look, I need to get going... I'll hit you back up once I'm done meeting and greeting with fans and Trinity Superstars... Alright, bye...
(Benjamin taps his phone then puts it in his top pocket of his sports coat. He then walks towards the door grabbing his Carolina blue and white scarf. He throws it over his neck and adjusts it then BJB goes out the door. The camera fades out.
The scene fades back in looking at Jerika Mason and Benjamin John Beaufort sitting down in a large room. Behind them Trinity Wrestling logo back drop. Jerika is talking to one of her assistants.)
Camera Man: Jerika we need to get this done already...
Jerkia looks at the camera man with a stern glare. She whispers something to her assistant and they scary off. The camera focuses on Jerika and Benjamin.)
Jerika Mason: Ladies and gentleman, I'm sitting here with the new hottest Superstar for Trinity Wrestling... Benjamin John Beaufort...
(Jerkia and BJB smile at each other and nod.)
Jerkia Mason: Now, Benjamin, you come in right out of college, you've played lacrosse, which a lot of people consider a very weak sport. But now you're training to be a wrestler... How do you think your experience from lacross will help you?
(BJB lets a hearty laugh slapping his knee.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Is that your opening question for me?! Really?! Well, lacrosse might seem like a soft sport, it might not be football, or soccer, but let me tell you, let them hit you with a good shoulder drop and land on your ass, you won't think it’s a soft sport... Now, next question, and this time, please, make it a good one...
(Benjamin looks annoyed. Jerika looks apprehensive with the next question.)
Jerkia Mason: Alright, how about your very first opponent, Alex Scott? He came in hot in Trinity, but lately, he has cooled off... What are your thoughts on him?
(BJB smirks at Jerkia.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, that's a little bit better, buttercup... Alex Scott did come in to Trinity hot, and looking like the next breakout Superstar. But the two past week, Trinity hasn't heard anything from him. So, I'm holding my breath to see if he actually shows up. But maybe he will, however, my bet is he might show up half assed if at all. But it's ok, Jerkia, I'm here.
(Benjamin shifts in his seat. He looks at Jerkia.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Next question please...
(Jerika sighs.)
Jerkia Mason: Alright, Ben...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Benjamin. Ben is not my name...
(Jerkia has a confused look on her face.)
Jerkia Mason: Well, okay... Benjamin, this match is a Television title qualifier, one wonders how did you get a shot at being in this match...
(BJB shakes his head in disappointment.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, Jerkia, I have connections around the world... I made a few phone calls, and I got a try out for Trinity, that try out happens to be a Television title qualifier. Maybe, my connections helped me get it or maybe I was just lucky enough to get signed at the right time... Just one thing to know, Jerkia, I'm here to win, and Alex Scott will be the first stepping stone of many...
Jerkia Mason: Speaking of the Television title, you've seemed to be on the wrong side of the champion, Duncan Aries. This past week, it seems like you two went at it on social media...
(Benjamin grins at Jerkia.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, Jerika, I was just letting him know that I agreed with him, and maybe he should be the real Trinity World Champion... But Duncan... well... What can I say? He's the asshat of Trinity Wrestling. He wants to be the biggest and baddest, and maybe he is biggest and baddest, but he lets his fighter instinct guide him which will work wonders for a lot stuff, but when the "cookie cutter" tweener wants to call out a "cookie cutter" heel, it's the pot calling the kettle black...
(Jerkia astounded by the words from BJB.)
Jerkia Mason: But, Benajmin, you're very young and straight out of college... Duncan has years and years of experience of fighting and wrestling in the big matches. How can you compare yourself to someone who has proven himself over and over again, all over the place, and has won many championships?
(Benjamin looks smugly into the camera.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: It's simple Jerkia... I'm going to work towards being the next big hot superstar in wrestling. Starting here in Trinity. Maybe I grow out of Trinity and go on to bigger things, but for now, Jerkia, I'm here to wrestle and win the big ones, just like Duncan... However, Jerkia, Aries is getting old, he's now 41 years old, while, I'm 20 years young. When our paths cross, and it will happen sooner than later... We'll see if the old lion still has what it takes when he encounters the new hungry, young, lion...
(Jerkia is waving her hand at the camera man.)
Jerkia Mason: Wow! Well, I'm sure Aries will have something to say about those words...
Benjamin John Beaufort: I doubt it, Jerkia... He's not worried about me, but the champ and the rest of the locker room might want to start worrying...
Jerika Mason: Well, Benjamin, I'm being told to wrap this interview up... Thank you for time... Good luck on your match this week...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Yea, no thanks to you... Worst interviewer ever... I think that's one thing Duncan and I can agree on... Maybe I need to talk to the general manager about getting a real interviewer...
(Jerkia is appalled at BJB. She hastily gets up and leaves with her heels clicking away. Benjamin stares into the camera with a smirk. The camera cuts to black.)