Post by Benjamin John Beaufort on Sept 9, 2019 14:16:35 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in a hot downtown Los Angles dance club. The club music is very loud and deafening to the people dancing and shaking their asses off. Three beautiful women are trying to order some drinks at the bar. The bartender is very busy making other customer's drinks.)
Woman 1: HEY, BARTEEEENDEERRR! DOWN HERE!!
(She waves her hands wildly trying to get his attention. However, he still moving and making other drinks not noticing her. She bangs her hand on the bar top in defeat. She turns to her friends.)
Woman 1: This place is so crowded...
(Her two friends don't understand her.)
Woman 2: WHAT?! WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!
(The first woman sighs and waves her hand at her friends telling them not to worry about what she said.)
Woman 2: WHERE ARE THE SINGLE MEN AT?!
Woman 3: WHAT?!
Woman 2: WHERE ARE TH...
Woman 1: LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!
(Before they can leave the first woman bumps into Benjamin John Beaufort and his buddies from college. BJB spills his drink all over the first woman.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: OH SHIT!!! I'M SORRY!!
(The music stops playing as he says that. Now everyone is looking at the two of them. The first woman is pissed off and disgusted. Her two friends are eyeing BJB and his friends. The music comes blasting back on and everyone else in the club goes back to what they were doing.)
Woman 1: Just great... What I just needed...
Benjamin John Beaufort: LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU! LET ME BUY YOU A DRINK!...
(The woman shakes her head and starts to head out the door with her two friends. BJB chases after her. As the women walk out the door BJB taps the first woman on the shoulder.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Hey, look I'm sorry about the spilling my drink all over you... Let me buy you a drink before you leave?...
Woman 1: I just want to go home... I didn't want to come out tonight, but these two (pointing at her friends) talked me to coming out...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, how about I get your number and make it up some other time? Maybe, dinner and drinks?
(The woman scoffs at him then goes out the door. Her two friends give him the evil eye and leave. Benjamin sticks his head out the door.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: MAYBE NEXT TIME WE CAN DANCE TOO!!
(BJB laughs to himself and heads back into the dance area. He scours the room looking for his friends. He spots them sitting in the corner at a table. BJB goes over there and sits down.
His friends are from his lacrosse college team. Corey Powell, the funny guy who loves to get laid and Jason Mason, the smart guy who likes to smoke weed all day.
Corey pushes a new drink towards BJB.)
Corey Powell: Jack and Coke just like how you like...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Thanks, man... It's not to loud over here, and we can still see the whole floor... Nice one getting this table...
Corey Powell: It's what I do, man... You got those girls numbers?
(BJB shakes his head no before taking a sip of his drink.)
Corey Powell: Aww. Oh well... There's finer ass looking girls on that dance floor...
Jason Mason: Man they look like they are all taken already...
Corey Powell: Don't say that... I'm sure there some of those who share...
Jason Mason: That's just wrong, dude...
(Corey shrugs his shoulders. BJB pulls out his phone from his pants pocket and starts tapping away.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Hey, guys, we have to go back home tomorrow... This hurricane is turning towards the Carolinas...
(Both Corey, and Jason faces turn sour as they quickly reach for their phones and start tapping away. The music increases in volume then suddenly it stops and the scene cuts to black.
The scene fades back in with the sounds of nail guns driving through plywood. BJB appears on the screen as he hurls a piece of plywood up against a window while Corey uses the nail gun to secure it. Jason cuts more plywood with a circular saw near them. Sandbags are stacked up around the huge house.)
Jason Mason: You think you have enough windows, Ben?
Benjamin John Beaufort: Not enough...
(A time-lapse of the men working and securing the house for Hurricane Dorian. As time starts to slow done the camera looks up in the sky to see the outer bands of the hurricane.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I think its time to go... This hurricane isn't messing around... The Bahama's is almost gone...
Corey Powell: I hope this hurricane isn't as bad as they say it will be...
Jason Mason: It doesn't look good...
(The guys start packing up all the tools and anything they can grab. They leave in a truck as the winds gust picks up. The scene slow transitions into a hotel room. BJB sits down at desk with a laptop. He's tracking the storm and watching live feeds of the coast of the Carolinas.
After some time passes Benjamin stands up and heads towards the refrigerator and grabs a beer bottle that reads "Crow Peak Brewing Company". He sits back down at the desk and spins around to face the camera.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: You know, Labor day was supposed to be a relaxing weekend of watching college football and drinking beer with family and friends. Bar-bar-queuing, eating fatty shit, swimming in the lakes... But getting a text message saying get home now, we need you. You always have to return home. Whether, it's a hurricane or a family emergency. You must go... And I went...
(BJB slams the rest of his IPA beer. He goes back to the fridge and grabs another IPA. Benjamin then sits on his rented bed; staring at the TV.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Only time will tell what will happen with the hurricane... As for The Big Time, I must shine for the Trinity Superstars. I must be the one who takes us to the next level. Why you ask?
(Benjamin takes a drink from his bottle.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I'll tell you why in a second... Let's start off with the Television title ladder match for The Big Time... We have a psycho cult wanna be in Persephone... She follows Pandora like a lost puppy dog. However, Persephone was the first ever television champion in Trinity. She beat two worthy opponents, one being the current television champion... She believes she knows what she's doing in that squared circle, but does she really?
All I see is some kid mixed up in some freaky-deaky cult who wants to rule world... Blinded by her worship for Pandora and her Haven... Well, Persephone, have a nice time with that. Go ahead and speak all the nonsense you want, little girl. Maybe, one day you will find a real purpose and not be a follower. But, we'll just have to see...
(BJB finishes his second IPA before he gets another one and sits back down, still staring at the TV.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Now, let's talk about the big guy, Pasha. I've had a few run ins with him in the backstage area. I like the big goof... Very cheery for a giant. He likes to drink his vodka, but who can blame him... His manager running his life. Making Pasha a mockery of himself... This kind giant is being played but yet, he's to nice to see it. But, oh well, maybe his idiot manager can keep him occupied during the ladder match, trying to tell him to do all the wrong things.
Pasha isn't stupid, though. He's a big giant that can move around in that ring. Pasha can really hurt any of us at any given time. He's just to compassionate to put us in the ground just like that... He's really a likable guy, but that's just his shortcoming.
(BJB finishes his third IPA as he grabs two more IPAs and sits back at the desk. He navigates the internet for a moment then stops to see Solomon Graham picture on Trinity's website. Benjamin snickers at the picture.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Solomon Graham. You want to talk about a "cookie cutter heel". Let's look at Graham. Sits with his buddies and talks stupid shit. Nothing relevant comes out of his mouth when it comes down to it. He looks like a generic random wrestler off the streets.
(Benjamin drinks one IPA sets back on the desk. He pops open the other one and downs it. He looks into the camera.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Now, to the main man, that man we "need". A man who will carry our little company to the promise land... Last week he talked about how he is the one we need to make to the top of wrestling world.
The man who thinks he will make Trinity bigger than any other company.
(BJB laughs to himself. The smile from his laugh disappears.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: The same man who whines and cries on social media about wanting a world title shot because he pinned Thomas Snow, once... ONCE! Wow, way to go there big man. You ever think you got lucky against Thomas Snow? No, you don't think that way do you, Aries? When you win you think you did it with all that talent and skill you believe you have.
The bad ass of Trinity Wrestling... Or the asshat of Trinity?! The fans will choose Tuesday night at The Big Time... They already know Duncan Aries is not the one to lead us to The Big Time... He'll be the one laying on his back, just like the rest as I climb up that ladder. Rung by rung, pulling myself up to the top, and securing the Television title for myself...
So you see, Duncan, Pasha, Graham, and Persephone, there is one thing that is different between me and all of you. I live by a code, now Duncan thinks its just my catchphrase.... but it's more than a catchphrase, its something that my friends, family, and I live by. And those words "Better Than You" is living the life of a knowing, and proving that we are better than everyone we meet. And at The Big Time, I will leave destruction in that ring and I will be better than you all and I will walk out the new Television Champion.
(Benjamin picks up a beer bottle and throws it across the room to hit the camera knocking it over then scene cuts to black.)
Woman 1: HEY, BARTEEEENDEERRR! DOWN HERE!!
(She waves her hands wildly trying to get his attention. However, he still moving and making other drinks not noticing her. She bangs her hand on the bar top in defeat. She turns to her friends.)
Woman 1: This place is so crowded...
(Her two friends don't understand her.)
Woman 2: WHAT?! WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!
(The first woman sighs and waves her hand at her friends telling them not to worry about what she said.)
Woman 2: WHERE ARE THE SINGLE MEN AT?!
Woman 3: WHAT?!
Woman 2: WHERE ARE TH...
Woman 1: LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!
(Before they can leave the first woman bumps into Benjamin John Beaufort and his buddies from college. BJB spills his drink all over the first woman.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: OH SHIT!!! I'M SORRY!!
(The music stops playing as he says that. Now everyone is looking at the two of them. The first woman is pissed off and disgusted. Her two friends are eyeing BJB and his friends. The music comes blasting back on and everyone else in the club goes back to what they were doing.)
Woman 1: Just great... What I just needed...
Benjamin John Beaufort: LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU! LET ME BUY YOU A DRINK!...
(The woman shakes her head and starts to head out the door with her two friends. BJB chases after her. As the women walk out the door BJB taps the first woman on the shoulder.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Hey, look I'm sorry about the spilling my drink all over you... Let me buy you a drink before you leave?...
Woman 1: I just want to go home... I didn't want to come out tonight, but these two (pointing at her friends) talked me to coming out...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Well, how about I get your number and make it up some other time? Maybe, dinner and drinks?
(The woman scoffs at him then goes out the door. Her two friends give him the evil eye and leave. Benjamin sticks his head out the door.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: MAYBE NEXT TIME WE CAN DANCE TOO!!
(BJB laughs to himself and heads back into the dance area. He scours the room looking for his friends. He spots them sitting in the corner at a table. BJB goes over there and sits down.
His friends are from his lacrosse college team. Corey Powell, the funny guy who loves to get laid and Jason Mason, the smart guy who likes to smoke weed all day.
Corey pushes a new drink towards BJB.)
Corey Powell: Jack and Coke just like how you like...
Benjamin John Beaufort: Thanks, man... It's not to loud over here, and we can still see the whole floor... Nice one getting this table...
Corey Powell: It's what I do, man... You got those girls numbers?
(BJB shakes his head no before taking a sip of his drink.)
Corey Powell: Aww. Oh well... There's finer ass looking girls on that dance floor...
Jason Mason: Man they look like they are all taken already...
Corey Powell: Don't say that... I'm sure there some of those who share...
Jason Mason: That's just wrong, dude...
(Corey shrugs his shoulders. BJB pulls out his phone from his pants pocket and starts tapping away.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Hey, guys, we have to go back home tomorrow... This hurricane is turning towards the Carolinas...
(Both Corey, and Jason faces turn sour as they quickly reach for their phones and start tapping away. The music increases in volume then suddenly it stops and the scene cuts to black.
The scene fades back in with the sounds of nail guns driving through plywood. BJB appears on the screen as he hurls a piece of plywood up against a window while Corey uses the nail gun to secure it. Jason cuts more plywood with a circular saw near them. Sandbags are stacked up around the huge house.)
Jason Mason: You think you have enough windows, Ben?
Benjamin John Beaufort: Not enough...
(A time-lapse of the men working and securing the house for Hurricane Dorian. As time starts to slow done the camera looks up in the sky to see the outer bands of the hurricane.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I think its time to go... This hurricane isn't messing around... The Bahama's is almost gone...
Corey Powell: I hope this hurricane isn't as bad as they say it will be...
Jason Mason: It doesn't look good...
(The guys start packing up all the tools and anything they can grab. They leave in a truck as the winds gust picks up. The scene slow transitions into a hotel room. BJB sits down at desk with a laptop. He's tracking the storm and watching live feeds of the coast of the Carolinas.
After some time passes Benjamin stands up and heads towards the refrigerator and grabs a beer bottle that reads "Crow Peak Brewing Company". He sits back down at the desk and spins around to face the camera.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: You know, Labor day was supposed to be a relaxing weekend of watching college football and drinking beer with family and friends. Bar-bar-queuing, eating fatty shit, swimming in the lakes... But getting a text message saying get home now, we need you. You always have to return home. Whether, it's a hurricane or a family emergency. You must go... And I went...
(BJB slams the rest of his IPA beer. He goes back to the fridge and grabs another IPA. Benjamin then sits on his rented bed; staring at the TV.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Only time will tell what will happen with the hurricane... As for The Big Time, I must shine for the Trinity Superstars. I must be the one who takes us to the next level. Why you ask?
(Benjamin takes a drink from his bottle.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: I'll tell you why in a second... Let's start off with the Television title ladder match for The Big Time... We have a psycho cult wanna be in Persephone... She follows Pandora like a lost puppy dog. However, Persephone was the first ever television champion in Trinity. She beat two worthy opponents, one being the current television champion... She believes she knows what she's doing in that squared circle, but does she really?
All I see is some kid mixed up in some freaky-deaky cult who wants to rule world... Blinded by her worship for Pandora and her Haven... Well, Persephone, have a nice time with that. Go ahead and speak all the nonsense you want, little girl. Maybe, one day you will find a real purpose and not be a follower. But, we'll just have to see...
(BJB finishes his second IPA before he gets another one and sits back down, still staring at the TV.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Now, let's talk about the big guy, Pasha. I've had a few run ins with him in the backstage area. I like the big goof... Very cheery for a giant. He likes to drink his vodka, but who can blame him... His manager running his life. Making Pasha a mockery of himself... This kind giant is being played but yet, he's to nice to see it. But, oh well, maybe his idiot manager can keep him occupied during the ladder match, trying to tell him to do all the wrong things.
Pasha isn't stupid, though. He's a big giant that can move around in that ring. Pasha can really hurt any of us at any given time. He's just to compassionate to put us in the ground just like that... He's really a likable guy, but that's just his shortcoming.
(BJB finishes his third IPA as he grabs two more IPAs and sits back at the desk. He navigates the internet for a moment then stops to see Solomon Graham picture on Trinity's website. Benjamin snickers at the picture.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Solomon Graham. You want to talk about a "cookie cutter heel". Let's look at Graham. Sits with his buddies and talks stupid shit. Nothing relevant comes out of his mouth when it comes down to it. He looks like a generic random wrestler off the streets.
(Benjamin drinks one IPA sets back on the desk. He pops open the other one and downs it. He looks into the camera.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: Now, to the main man, that man we "need". A man who will carry our little company to the promise land... Last week he talked about how he is the one we need to make to the top of wrestling world.
The man who thinks he will make Trinity bigger than any other company.
(BJB laughs to himself. The smile from his laugh disappears.)
Benjamin John Beaufort: The same man who whines and cries on social media about wanting a world title shot because he pinned Thomas Snow, once... ONCE! Wow, way to go there big man. You ever think you got lucky against Thomas Snow? No, you don't think that way do you, Aries? When you win you think you did it with all that talent and skill you believe you have.
The bad ass of Trinity Wrestling... Or the asshat of Trinity?! The fans will choose Tuesday night at The Big Time... They already know Duncan Aries is not the one to lead us to The Big Time... He'll be the one laying on his back, just like the rest as I climb up that ladder. Rung by rung, pulling myself up to the top, and securing the Television title for myself...
So you see, Duncan, Pasha, Graham, and Persephone, there is one thing that is different between me and all of you. I live by a code, now Duncan thinks its just my catchphrase.... but it's more than a catchphrase, its something that my friends, family, and I live by. And those words "Better Than You" is living the life of a knowing, and proving that we are better than everyone we meet. And at The Big Time, I will leave destruction in that ring and I will be better than you all and I will walk out the new Television Champion.
(Benjamin picks up a beer bottle and throws it across the room to hit the camera knocking it over then scene cuts to black.)