Post by Press1269 on Apr 27, 2020 21:23:48 GMT
The scene opens just outside a locker room door with a sign that has black letters set against a pink background that reads 'Benson Family'. The camera is suddenly shoved aside and when it rights itself it captures the image of a nervous Bobby Benson, complete in a black suit with loud pink music notes up and down his frame. Dead center of the shoulder blades in embroidery is a silhouette of Kip Classic, but on the megaphone dangling from his belt are the words 'THE Willie Pete'. Bobby wrings his hands free of any dampness before taking a deep breath and pushing through the door.
The camera follows him in to view Willie Pete, very far corner, digging through is bag and getting ready for his first bout in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament. On the opposite side, more in the center of the lockers, is Kip Classic, having a conversation with Erica Bragg who is half hanging off the well muscled man as he flexes. Bobby gives the couple a sidelong glance of irritation before stepping to the center of the room and addressing Willie.
Bobby Benson: This is it, Baby! I just know it! Tonight you teach these clowns everything they need to know about THE Willie Pete! Am I right?!?
Willie doesn't seem to pay any attention to Bobby who falls back a step in surprise, fists finding his hips. He shakes his head at being ignored, but another thought enters just as quickly causing him to turn towards Kip.
Bobby Benson: And you, Baby, just cause you aren't competing here tonight at Civil War doesn't mean you have the show off. No sir, no way! I need you to keep your eyes glued to the monitor to make sure our pal Willie Pete over there becomes the Heavyweight Champion. I don't want any screw ups, Kip! No more going after members of the audience. Just pay attention, and if Willie or I get into any trouble out there you come a running!
Erica gives Bobby a look of disgust as Kip seizes up, looking constipated. Jostling a little as he steps out of Erica's grasp he steps over to Bobby and with an earnest expression lets out his distress.
Kip Classic: Well...you see, Mr. Benson, this is just the thing.
He pauses nervously, confrontation not being his strong suit. Wow...wrong line of work.
Kip Classic: But Erica doesn't think I should get involved in anyone else's business unless it's going to affect me directly, y'know? Like...maybe I should just hang back here with her and let Willie do this on his own.
Bobby shoots a look past Kip to Erica Bragg, who wears a smug satisfaction all over her face. There was something else that Bobby would like her to wear all over her face. Kip probably had his own ideas later in the night for what her face would be wearing. Gah! Focus! Bobby grabs Kip by the arm and gently leads him to the other side of the room, well out of ear shot of the blonde.
Bobby Benson: The thing is, Kip, when Erica is giving you this sound advice, you need to kindly remind her that her vagina is not a legally binding document like the one you signed a couple of months ago that currently resides in my safe back home.
Kip Classic: I don't know, Mr. Benson...
Kip says sheepishly, looking a little confused.
Kip Classic: Erica's gine is pretty legit.
Benson's face turns to play-dough and completely falls off his jaw, and he blinks a few times like a cartoon character before pulling himself back together. Now, with a little more urgency, his irritation becomes apparent.
Bobby Benson: Listen, Kip! Erica's pussy can't take you to court, but I can! Think of it this way, what would your mentor, Brennan Devlin, do? Would he be saddled down with one woman when he had an entire promotion to fuck to death? No! You very well can't bring a bitch to heel when you have a wife waiting at you at home. No way, no how. Don't you want to make Devlin proud?
Kip Classic: But Mr. Benson, Erica and I aren't married.
Bobby claws at his face with his hands, his eyes bulging out in comic fashion. Just as he's about to lay into Kip, THE Willie Pete suddenly enters the conversation, having heard just enough to be dangerous from his spot over in the corner.
THE Willie Pete: Now wait just a minute, Bobby...Whose fucking me where?
Benson jumps a bit, startled by the sudden interruption from his up til now silent ward, and he turns towards Willie pumping the brakes with his hands.
Bobby Benson: Not to worry, Willie. I was just telling Kip here that there was no way that you weren't going to walk out of here tonight without that IPW Heavyweight Championship around your waist. No way, Baby! Isn't that right, Kip? Kip....
Bobby turns to find that Kip is no longer standing beside him but has returned to his side of the lockers with Erica Bragg, the two of them playing tonsil hockey loudly. As Erica sucks on the end of Kip's tongue, Bobby shakes his head in dismay, turning back to Willie who doesn't seem impressed.
THE Willie Pete: If this is Romeo and Juliet, how about they fast forward to the poison part?
With that, Willie returns to his solitude over in the far corner, but with Benson following close behind. Willie shakes his head as Benson plops down beside him, and he tosses a used roll of athletic tape off to the side while never quite looking over at Bobby. Bobby softens a bit, placing a gentle hand on Willie's shoulder.
Bobby Benson: Do you still believe that IPW is one big joke?
Willie snorted, allowing a sidelong glance over to Bobby in answer. Benson grins conspiratorially, leaning in close so that only Willie can hear.
Bobby Benson: Well then think about what its going to feel like when you turn the joke around on them and walk out of here with their top prize?
Willie mulls the thought over for a moment and despite not being in a very conversational mood can't deny that it has an appeal. Realizing that Bobby is just trying to motivate him, he gives the man a half-hearted smile, which seems enough to satisfy the wily manager. Bobby happens to gaze back over to Kip and Erica and his eyes go wide as saucers. Leaping to his feet he rushes back in that direction, screaming...
Bobby Benson: NO! NOT AGAIN! YOU PUT THOSE BEADS BACK IN THAT BAG RIGHT NOW! WE AREN'T GETTING KICKED OUT OF ANOTHER LOCKER ROOM!
The camera fades back to ringside.
The camera follows him in to view Willie Pete, very far corner, digging through is bag and getting ready for his first bout in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament. On the opposite side, more in the center of the lockers, is Kip Classic, having a conversation with Erica Bragg who is half hanging off the well muscled man as he flexes. Bobby gives the couple a sidelong glance of irritation before stepping to the center of the room and addressing Willie.
Bobby Benson: This is it, Baby! I just know it! Tonight you teach these clowns everything they need to know about THE Willie Pete! Am I right?!?
Willie doesn't seem to pay any attention to Bobby who falls back a step in surprise, fists finding his hips. He shakes his head at being ignored, but another thought enters just as quickly causing him to turn towards Kip.
Bobby Benson: And you, Baby, just cause you aren't competing here tonight at Civil War doesn't mean you have the show off. No sir, no way! I need you to keep your eyes glued to the monitor to make sure our pal Willie Pete over there becomes the Heavyweight Champion. I don't want any screw ups, Kip! No more going after members of the audience. Just pay attention, and if Willie or I get into any trouble out there you come a running!
Erica gives Bobby a look of disgust as Kip seizes up, looking constipated. Jostling a little as he steps out of Erica's grasp he steps over to Bobby and with an earnest expression lets out his distress.
Kip Classic: Well...you see, Mr. Benson, this is just the thing.
He pauses nervously, confrontation not being his strong suit. Wow...wrong line of work.
Kip Classic: But Erica doesn't think I should get involved in anyone else's business unless it's going to affect me directly, y'know? Like...maybe I should just hang back here with her and let Willie do this on his own.
Bobby shoots a look past Kip to Erica Bragg, who wears a smug satisfaction all over her face. There was something else that Bobby would like her to wear all over her face. Kip probably had his own ideas later in the night for what her face would be wearing. Gah! Focus! Bobby grabs Kip by the arm and gently leads him to the other side of the room, well out of ear shot of the blonde.
Bobby Benson: The thing is, Kip, when Erica is giving you this sound advice, you need to kindly remind her that her vagina is not a legally binding document like the one you signed a couple of months ago that currently resides in my safe back home.
Kip Classic: I don't know, Mr. Benson...
Kip says sheepishly, looking a little confused.
Kip Classic: Erica's gine is pretty legit.
Benson's face turns to play-dough and completely falls off his jaw, and he blinks a few times like a cartoon character before pulling himself back together. Now, with a little more urgency, his irritation becomes apparent.
Bobby Benson: Listen, Kip! Erica's pussy can't take you to court, but I can! Think of it this way, what would your mentor, Brennan Devlin, do? Would he be saddled down with one woman when he had an entire promotion to fuck to death? No! You very well can't bring a bitch to heel when you have a wife waiting at you at home. No way, no how. Don't you want to make Devlin proud?
Kip Classic: But Mr. Benson, Erica and I aren't married.
Bobby claws at his face with his hands, his eyes bulging out in comic fashion. Just as he's about to lay into Kip, THE Willie Pete suddenly enters the conversation, having heard just enough to be dangerous from his spot over in the corner.
THE Willie Pete: Now wait just a minute, Bobby...Whose fucking me where?
Benson jumps a bit, startled by the sudden interruption from his up til now silent ward, and he turns towards Willie pumping the brakes with his hands.
Bobby Benson: Not to worry, Willie. I was just telling Kip here that there was no way that you weren't going to walk out of here tonight without that IPW Heavyweight Championship around your waist. No way, Baby! Isn't that right, Kip? Kip....
Bobby turns to find that Kip is no longer standing beside him but has returned to his side of the lockers with Erica Bragg, the two of them playing tonsil hockey loudly. As Erica sucks on the end of Kip's tongue, Bobby shakes his head in dismay, turning back to Willie who doesn't seem impressed.
THE Willie Pete: If this is Romeo and Juliet, how about they fast forward to the poison part?
With that, Willie returns to his solitude over in the far corner, but with Benson following close behind. Willie shakes his head as Benson plops down beside him, and he tosses a used roll of athletic tape off to the side while never quite looking over at Bobby. Bobby softens a bit, placing a gentle hand on Willie's shoulder.
Bobby Benson: Do you still believe that IPW is one big joke?
Willie snorted, allowing a sidelong glance over to Bobby in answer. Benson grins conspiratorially, leaning in close so that only Willie can hear.
Bobby Benson: Well then think about what its going to feel like when you turn the joke around on them and walk out of here with their top prize?
Willie mulls the thought over for a moment and despite not being in a very conversational mood can't deny that it has an appeal. Realizing that Bobby is just trying to motivate him, he gives the man a half-hearted smile, which seems enough to satisfy the wily manager. Bobby happens to gaze back over to Kip and Erica and his eyes go wide as saucers. Leaping to his feet he rushes back in that direction, screaming...
Bobby Benson: NO! NOT AGAIN! YOU PUT THOSE BEADS BACK IN THAT BAG RIGHT NOW! WE AREN'T GETTING KICKED OUT OF ANOTHER LOCKER ROOM!
The camera fades back to ringside.