Bee-lief: Connie and Tina v Saxton JT. and Bennett J.

[legendaryken]

Billy Flamer slouches in an armchair, a little too pleased with himself if you ask me. The Bees, Connie and Tina, occupy two chairs opposite him. They are dressed in their iconic costumes though Tina has a rip in her fishnets which eposes a generous flash of naked thigh. Flamer is aroused but tries to hide the fact by holding his mic at crotch level. This could turn into a nice little scene for EWE's new online porn venture but, luckily for us, the Bees are here to talk about their upcoming tag match against JT Saxton and the living Bennett brother, Jason. Flamer breaks the ice.

Flamer: Well, girls, thanks for taking time from your busy schedule to discuss your match at next week's Awakening. I know that you've got a lot to do supporting John Ster's renewed political career but tonight, let's talk wrestling. Let's start with that old favorite, word association.

Connie: Too lazy to think of anything else, Billy?

Flamer: Um, yeah, I guess. Let's try 'Brawl For it All'

Tina: Sucks

Flamer: What? You didn't think you did well in the contest?

Tina: Nah. I did fine. I sucked off ten Koreans for $100

Flamer shifts uncomfortably and moves his mic lower. He continues in a shaky voice.

Flamer: Um..........John Ster.

Connie: What's that, Billy? I can't hear ya.

Flamer bends and speaks into the mic.

Flamer: John Ster.

Connie: Mealticket.

Flamer: Awakening.

Connie: Mealticket.

Flamer: Contain the Bees.

Connie: Mealticket. I got three mealtickets here now. That'll do for you at the catering truck, Tina.....and here's another three for me. That's us sorted.

Connie hands over the food vouchers that EWE supplies to its staff for use in the canteen.

Flamer: JT Saxton

Tina: Who?

Flamer: Saxton - he's who your fighting next week.

Connie: Oh, I dunno. Mongoose.

Flamer: Mongoose?

Connie: And french fries.

Flamer: Mongoose and french fries?

Connie: Yeah, it was on the lunch menu. Quite tasty.

Flamer: So, Saxton is quite tasty?

Tina: Dunno. Never sucked him off.

Flamer adjust uncomfortably again and pauses before trying a new name.

Flamer: Jason Bennett.

Tina: Nah, him neither.

Flamer: Word association. Remember!

Tina: Forget.

Flamer: That's enough.

Connie: Sufficient.

Flamer: And it's back to the studio from your humble reporter, Billy Flamer.

Connie: Flame grilled whoppa.

Tina: Mongoose.

Connie: Where?

Tina: It just ran up Flamer's pant leg.

Flamer starts making cut movements at his throat but uses his mic hand so that we can see his modest erection. He lowers his hand again too quickly and strikes himself in the delicate area. He bends in pain.

Cut.

[Neo]

Scene fades in, but it doesn’t. The screen is dark. Darkness is all that greets us. A sudden, high pitched whine pierces the silence and the scene is bathed in an eerie green glow, reminiscent of Night Vision. The screen becomes busier as the night vision camera illuminates a bar area that is somewhat familiar, despite the dark green nature of the scene. In the centre of the shot, sat atop a bar stool, is Jason Bennett. His eyes are glowing as a result of the night vision camera, making him seem almost ethereal. He smirks, and his whitened teeth glow too, then he addresses the camera.

Jason: The setting is apt, don’t you think? A dark promo. Geddit?

Jason clears his throat.

Jason: Ahem.

So yeah. A match that only the live audience will see. A dark tag-match.

Jason sighs.

Jason: I’m chucked together with another random guy… I mean, what, do they just pull names outta the hat and think, ‘hey, he’ll go well with Jason Bennett…?’ Anyway, this guy is known as J.T. Saxton, and we’re against a coupla butt-ugly crack-whores known as Connie and Tina.

I say ‘another’ as it happens a lot. I’ve lost count of the amount of times this has happened, and I’m sure it will keep happening for as long as I carry people to tag team glory.

Though obscured slightly by the night vision screen, when Jason rolls his eyes, it is still visible.

Jason: I digress. Saxton, you claim to be a Rockstar, a Superstar. Mate, this aint Canada. To me, you’re just some guy that probably won’t show up for our match against the Bee’s.

So Saxton, do yourself a favour and please team with the man that epitomises tag team wrestling. While we may be against the Bee’s, we probably shouldn’t underestimate them.

Especially you. You’d probably…

Jason shudders before continuing.

Jason: You’d probably try and hit on them rather than hurt them, and with their wide array of moves… Sorry, splashes, you’ll be right at home. Ya see, I bet in your mind, women are throwing themselves at you. Well, the Bee’s will literally be throwing themselves at you.

And not in a good way. Uh… Wait. Is there ever a good way to have the Bee’s pursuing you? Apparently Billy Flamer thinks so, but he’s just a sad, lonely man. A very lonely man.

Jason stands up and paces for a moment.

Jason: Saxton, make sure you show up. Tina, Connie… It’s nothing personal, just business.

Jason stops pacing and looks into the camera.

Jason: After being overlooked, for Stallion, to replace Dan Murph in that tournament… I’m looking to hurt someone. Anyone. After I have bulldozed through the Bee’s, I’m sure I can find someone to bring the pain to during the live broadcast of Awakening 30.
There’s at least 3 people I would love to see at the show.

Beno.

Raelis…

Jason takes a deep breath.

Jason: And Stallion. That’ll be a nice reunion, won’t it?

Jason sneers, an expression of disdain etched across his face, as the scene fades.

[legendaryken]

Connie and Tina are busy sweating off a few pounds on a cross trainer machine.

Don't be silly! Of course they're not - they're on the sofa drinking a few beers and watching the climax of the US Open Golf on the TV.

Tina: Ooooh! Nice one, Rory. Pick up that ball again and show us those tight little buns, why don'tcha?

Connie: You know, Tine, I don't think that Jason Bennett takes us seriously. In fact I think that no-one on the EWE roster takes us seriously.

Tina: Well, that's their mistake. Maybe they'll take us seriously when we contain a few bees on their asses.

Connie: You see, that's what I mean. What exactly does 'contain a few bees on their asses' actually mean?

Tina: Um. It means that we'll do our world famous finisher on them.

Connie: And when exactly did we get a chance to do our finisher last on TV?

Tina: Oooooh! Good question. Last Tuesday? Three weeks ago? I dunno.

Connie: September 2009................ooooh, good shot Rory.....or should I say, cameraman. Bit more close up on the crotch. Oh yeah. That's it.
Yeah, September 2009. That's why they don't take us seriously.

Tina: That and the nipple tassles.

Connie: Oh yeah, the nipple tassles. Plus your tittoo of Justin Timberlake on your right breast.

Tina: Nah, I had that removed. I've got Justin Beiber instead.

Connie: You and I are gonna have to discuss musical taste sometime.

Tina: He's a musician? I thought he was just a horny 15 year old.

Connie: So, anyway, this is the time. Time for Contain the Bees to make a reappearance. Are you up for it?

Tina: Always, Con. I might even do a bit of wrestling as well.

Connie: Nice one.

They high five and get back to the golf.

[Neo]

Scene fades in, revealing a vast tower building. The shot pans up, and various windows are illuminated, showing activity on different floors of the tower. The shot continues moving up the building, passing the BennettTech logo and coming to a halt opposite the penthouse suit atop the tower. The shot cuts inside, showing Jason Bennett sat at the head of a long rectangular table, and in front of Jason, sat on the glass topped table, is a laptop. Jason acknowledges the camera and closes the laptop.

Jason: Something dawned on me today. A huge majority of people despise me. They look at me with contempt. They see me as a man to push around, a man that can only be used as curtain jerker material.

Jason bows his head for a moment, before looking up and into the camera, a smile across his face.

Jason: Unlike my brother, I don’t give a shit what you people think about me. I couldn’t care if you love me, or loath me.

Ya see, I know why you hate me. I really do. My wealth. Every single one of you feels like I don’t deserve it. You all feel that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I was born into the elite.

Jason leans back in his chair.

Jason: Newsflash; I was. My family is an influential player in the technology market, and I know a lot of you would LOVE to see me fail. You would love to see all my wealth disappear overnight.

Jason gets to his feet and bends over. As he stands up, a black briefcase becomes visible, held tightly in his right hand. He places the briefcase down atop the table and opens it up. He spins it to face the camera, revealing the contents; Money. And a lot of it.

He closes the briefcase up and walks with it into another room, with a large entertainment centre with a wraparound couch at the opposite end of the room. Jason strides over to the couch and sits down, placing the briefcase next to him.

Jason: What you just saw was nothing. I guess you could compare it to lunch money.

Jason looks contemplative for a second, before shrugging his shoulders and continues.

Jason: I have money, power… Anything I want. I got into wrestling because I could, not because I needed to. Like any other venture, I use it as a means of exposure. It gets you talking about me.

I have been through wars in this company. I have many a scar from wrestling, and I am certain I will have many more by the time I retire. Do I think I should stop? No. You will never see the back of me, despite many people claiming I disappear after losing big matches.

I’d love to know what you people base that on. I mean, my last big match was for the now defunct Florida title. Sure, I lost, but it didn’t phase me. As for disappearing? You couldn’t be more wrong. The simple fact of the matter is, I don’t get scheduled to compete. If I don’t compete, why waste my time enthralling you peons? Why bother coming to arenas when there is no reason at all for me to be there?

There’s some logic for you. I hope I didn’t confuse too many of you thimble-brained retards too much.

Using his thumb and index finger, Jason massages his brow before continuing.

Jason: The Bee’s. They cry about not being taken seriously. Why should they be? They’re just a coupla fetish porn actresses, and I use the term loosely, who thought they could cut it in the world of wrestling. So let them think they stand a chance at utilising their supposedly famous finisher, but if I have anything to say about it, they won’t.

One more thing. Saxton… You may or may not be seeing this, but if you are, you’d better show up. If not, when I’m through with Connie and Tina, I’ll choke your arse out.

Jason smirks then clicks his fingers. A door opens off screen and a stunning model walks into the shot and gets on her knees between Jason’s legs. The scene fades to black.

[legendaryken]

A security camera catches some backstage conversations after the Awakening 30 Press Conference hosted by Todd Franklin. The Bees are chatting together completely out of character, safe in the knowledge that the reporters have left the building. They do not spot the Philippino CCTV which zooms in on their discussion as the security guy in the control room tries to look down their low cut Bee tops.

Tina: So, Connie. Jason Bennett. What do you think?

Connie: Trust me, Tine. He brings nothing to the table. He says he doesn't care what people think about him, but he does care that people don't think about him. That's why he ends up as the curtain jerker. After the card is fixed each week, the writers scrabble around to fill up the blank spaces in the Dark Matches. That's when one of them goes through the roster and says 'Well, there's always the Bennetts' and after the laughter has died down his name'll go down against some honest workers such as us.

Tina: Ditto Saxton, I guess. Even he has forgotten about Bennett J. this week it would seem.

Connie: Ah, he'll turn up late and claim that Canada are on triple daylight savings time or some rubbish like that.

Tina: Has Bennett got as much cash as he says he has? Maybe we should offer to lie down in exchange for a little financial compensation?

Connie: Well, not as much as he'd like you to think. That 'stunning model' was hanging around the hotel last night offerring to suck wrestlers off for 100 Pesos.......and I'm sure she's got her own dick tucked away between her legs. Nah, I want this one. It's time we showed that we really can wrestle. We've gotta put in a few performances so that we can go up against that bitch Shy. She's got the gold I want. Are you with me?

Tina: Always, Con.

They share a passionate kiss.

End.

[Neo]

Scene opens on a shot of the dilapidated hotel that was seen in Phill’s recent promo. The shot zooms out, showing some distance between the actual location of the camera and the mess that was once a hotel. The area around the camera is alive with activity, there are men in high-vis gear and hardhats, a stand with a bright yellow box atop it, a news crew and a crowd.

A limo pulls up next to the stand and Jason Bennett steps out, followed by Phill Bennett. A man dashes towards them, presumably the foreman, and hands the brothers hard hats. The Bennett’s take the hats as the limo departs, then they walk over to the bright yellow device, and Jason addresses his brother.

Jason: It’s hard to believe that this was where we beat the hell outta each other for EWE, isn’t it Phill?

Jason smirks and Phill chuckles.

Phill: Yeah. It’s not difficult to keep a tight shot of us fighting, at night, in a supposedly abandoned lot, with our building over there.

The brothers share a chuckle.

Phill: Oh, Jay… Where the hell did you find that Wolfe guy? He’s like, scary intense.

Jason: Him? Oh, through my connections. He’s ex-SAS and special forces. You don’t wanna fuck with that guy.

Phill: I gathered that. I mean, I asked the guy how his family was, and without even batting an eyelid, he said dead, and just continued the conversation… That freaked me out.

Jason: Heh. Good. Let’s get on with what we came here for, eh bro?

Phill: Yeah, that fuckin’ eyesore needs to go.

The Bennett’s smirk. Jason extends his right hand forward and flips the bright yellow box up, revealing a miniature switchboard. Jason flips a few switches and moves his hand over to the red button. Jason glances over at the foreman.

Foreman: FIRE IN THE HOLE!

Jason smiles wickedly and pushes down on the red button. For a moment, everyone is silent, the foreman, the workers, the news crew, the crowd… Then, a series of explosions decimate the old hotel in the distance and it begins crumpling to the ground. The crowd cheer as the hotel is reduced to a pile of rubble, then the buzz of activity resumes. Jason looks at his brother and an evil smile creeps across his face.

Jason: ‘Ere Phill, ya know what that looked like, don’cha?

Phill: Don’t say it!

Jason goes to speak, but his brother cuts him off.

Phill: DON’T!

Jason: What?

Phill: I know exactly what you’re gonna say…

Jason: Really?

Phill: Yeah, and I don’t wanna hear it. I’ll be in the hotel.

Phill removes the hard hat and tosses it to the ground. One of the workers dashes over to pick it up as Phill strides out of the shot. The camera rotates to follow Phill, showing that he is walking towards the BennettTech hotel, cursing under his breath. The shot rotates back to Jason, who is standing with his arms folded across his chest.

Jason: God… After that little display, I bet you all know what I was gonna say, don’t ya?

Jason smirks and heads off in the same direction as Phill.

Jason: Clean up this mess and call in the removal company to get rid of the rubble. I want my new building started as soon as possible.

The foreman acknowledges Jason and starts barking orders to his subordinates, as Jason heads towards his hotel. When he is a sufficient distance away from the organised chaos that he just left behind, Jason addresses the camera once more.

Jason: After witnessing the controlled demolition of that hotel…

Jason sneers.

Jason: All I needed was a fuckin’ plane to hit the side of the building and I woulda had the perfect 9/11 tribute.

What, nothing?

Jeez.

Jason sarcastically shakes his head.

Jason: Man, I need to get someone with a decent sense of humour.

The cameraman stops following Jason as he approaches the automatic doors of his hotel. The doors slide open and Jason steps through them. The doors close behind him, and the cameraman is heard saying ‘Oh my God…’ as the scene ends.