Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 26, 2019 14:29:25 GMT
“Let’s get one thing completely straight, Andrea.”
Scene fades in to reveal Bester still the attic of his mom’s house sitting in a old wooden chair that has more dust on it than anything else. The fact that Bester used Andrea’s first name should clue you in on how Bester currently feels about his opponent at Throwback.
BTW, he’s still digging through his toy box.
“If you want that belt so badly, if having that belt in your possession means that much to you.” Bester says as he glances up at the camera.
“Then by all means, go visit Mister Jones since you two are all buddy buddy now and ask him to give it to you. If that is what will make you happy, then I want you to have it. Cuz clearly, nothing makes you happy, Andrea. That belt means nothing to me. That belt is just something that they add to either before or after my name. It’s something to put on posters and nothing more. Take it. I want you to have it.”
Bester pulls a box out of the toy chest and places that on his lap.
“Or are you going to cry a river over that too? OH! They didn’t want me! Oh! They don’t respect me!” Bester says in a mocking tone.
“I would have made your team better! If I was on your team, We would have won! But no! You didn’t pick me first! If I wasn’t going to be picked with all of the other popular boys, then I was going to sit Death March out!” Still mocking Andrea.
"Mister Maury's lie detector says that is a lie."
“But! Because you didn’t pick me! Because you don’t respect me! I ended up on a loser team! I ended up being the punchline of a never ending joke! And it’s your fault! You! You old guys from 4 years ago who won many more belts that I should have already won by now! I’m better than each and every single one of you!” If you guessed, Bester is still mocking Andrea, you get a cookie.
“Now I’m just a poor little bitter chick, who doesn’t like it, that this meanie is picking on me, calling me out and blaming me for losing at Death March, when! When! When it’s his fault! He’s just making up excuses! He’s the real reason why we lost! He’s the team captain, which he shouldn’t have been to begin with! That was just a dump pick! Picking him to be a team captain! I’m so mad! So mad! That I’m going to destroy this poster I have of all you in my bedroom wall! I HATE YOU ALL!” And Bester makes a face.
“Andrea. Here is a fact since you have twisted reality. I wanted you on my team. Before our match that Mister O’Connor interrupted, I wanted you on my team. I told Mister Jones that I wanted you on my team. I really thought you could help us win at Death March. While everyone else was off looking for guys or gals to be on their team, I said to Mister Jones, You know who would be good to have on our team? Miss Hernandez. But you sat on the fence. You couldn’t….”
Bester pauses.
“Wouldn’t? Perhaps that is more a correct description of what was really going on, wouldn’t make a decision and I should have knew right then and there that you were not a good fit. You were not a good teammate. Even after we both got jumped by Mister O’Conner and crew, you were still wishy washy. It wasn’t till all of my Rainbow Warriors, all of my Shining Stars basically crying at your feet that you felt persuaded to act. Course, now, looking back at it. You just wanted to be felt like you were badly needed. Not wanted. Needed.”
Bester places his hands on both end of the box. I hope he opens it.
“Or.” Bester says.
“Maybe your little heart was broken right then. The truth, it slapped you hard across the face and the little fantasyland you hoped and dreamed of was falling apart right before your eyes. I think we all know why you haven’t been around since Death March.”
Bester opens the box. He looks inside of it. He removes, another box from inside of it.
“Been eating these I bet haven’t ya?”
Bester tosses a box of Bon Bons on the floor.
“You don’t hate Mister O’Connor. You never have. You love Mister O’Connor. You’re obsessed with him and he doesn’t even give you the time of the day. That must really make you mad. I might not be a smart man Andrea, but I know what love is and I see love in your eyes. When he attacked us in our match and ruined your chance at maybe winning the Craze title, why, that just broke your heart. Cuz you were going to use that belt to get a match with him, to “defend” that belt against him, but in truth. You just wanted it to use it as a way to spend more time with him. After he picked all his buddies to be on his team and left you out in the cold, standing on the sidelines at the prom dance, why it crushed you. Seriously.”
Bester closes the box on his lap again. I wonder what else is in it.
“I didn’t fully understand why you had this hatred for him, wanted to “kick his ass” as badly as you did, but just had to be on his team. I should have known. I should have known.” Bester says while nodding.
“Another thing, Andrea!” Sounding extra snarky.
“I never once used the excuse that we were jumped in the back at Death March prior to our match as a reason why we lost. I sucked it up. I brushed myself off. I went out to that ring and put up the biggest fight I had in me, of my career! I went down swinging! While you and the Bollywood Heros curled up like a bunch of scared little kids and layed down. You three tapped out in the back! You three were done before the match even started. Mister O’Connor and company knew how to win that match and he knew he would win it in the back before the bell. All that was left was me. That match was a 4 on 1 match and they all worked as a TEAM to beat me, while my team, my team? My team was reading movie scripts. My team was dreaming of making babies with my opponents.”
Bester chuckles a little bit.
“Mister Harrison? Really? Andrea!” You can clearly tell that Bester hates saying that name at this point.
“Like that is a jab. Like that is hitting me below the belt. Did I make a excuse? Did I blame that loss to Mister Harrison on anyone else? Nope. I took that defeat like a man. If anything, Andrea! I learned from it. I grew from it. It has made me more focused. More stronger. Look at what happened last week. I’ve heard Mister Jones listen to a song from this band called Prodigy entitled what I did to Miss Casablanca. I won’t say the name to that song because unlike you, Andrea! I don’t use naughty words, but that is what I did to Miss Casablanca. And for the record, Miss Casablanca doesn’t look as old as you suggested she is.”
Bester opens the box and looks in it.
“Nah. You can try and play the victim all you want, Andrea! Anyone who has been paying attention knows the real story. They know what really happened. I’m not overrated. I was under staffed with people who wanted to win at Death March. I was paired with 3 people who had other ideas, other plans. 3 people who can’t, won’t, own their own shortcomings. I won’t make that mistake again.”
Bester looks up at the camera.
“Take the belt Andrea. I don’t care. Have at it. I have moved on. You should know how that feels because Mister O’Connor has clearly moved on from you.” Oh snap!
“But if you think you’re winning this match, Lady! You’re crazy! You’ll put as much effort into this match as you did you’re last one. I’m sure that’ll be my fault as well and that is okay. Because I’m going to give you something you need. Something I know all little girls want.”
Bester reaches in the box and pulls out a My Little Pony doll. Pinkie Pie actually.
“You’re very own My Little Pony! Pinkie Pie will use magic to help you find true love and fill that hole in your heart! Pinkie will bring your life meaning! Love! Maybe even babies. But a victory over Bester?”
Bester tosses the My Little Pony on the floor next to the box of Bon Bons.
“Never.”
Fade out
Scene fades in to reveal Bester still the attic of his mom’s house sitting in a old wooden chair that has more dust on it than anything else. The fact that Bester used Andrea’s first name should clue you in on how Bester currently feels about his opponent at Throwback.
BTW, he’s still digging through his toy box.
“If you want that belt so badly, if having that belt in your possession means that much to you.” Bester says as he glances up at the camera.
“Then by all means, go visit Mister Jones since you two are all buddy buddy now and ask him to give it to you. If that is what will make you happy, then I want you to have it. Cuz clearly, nothing makes you happy, Andrea. That belt means nothing to me. That belt is just something that they add to either before or after my name. It’s something to put on posters and nothing more. Take it. I want you to have it.”
Bester pulls a box out of the toy chest and places that on his lap.
“Or are you going to cry a river over that too? OH! They didn’t want me! Oh! They don’t respect me!” Bester says in a mocking tone.
“I would have made your team better! If I was on your team, We would have won! But no! You didn’t pick me first! If I wasn’t going to be picked with all of the other popular boys, then I was going to sit Death March out!” Still mocking Andrea.
"Mister Maury's lie detector says that is a lie."
“But! Because you didn’t pick me! Because you don’t respect me! I ended up on a loser team! I ended up being the punchline of a never ending joke! And it’s your fault! You! You old guys from 4 years ago who won many more belts that I should have already won by now! I’m better than each and every single one of you!” If you guessed, Bester is still mocking Andrea, you get a cookie.
“Now I’m just a poor little bitter chick, who doesn’t like it, that this meanie is picking on me, calling me out and blaming me for losing at Death March, when! When! When it’s his fault! He’s just making up excuses! He’s the real reason why we lost! He’s the team captain, which he shouldn’t have been to begin with! That was just a dump pick! Picking him to be a team captain! I’m so mad! So mad! That I’m going to destroy this poster I have of all you in my bedroom wall! I HATE YOU ALL!” And Bester makes a face.
“Andrea. Here is a fact since you have twisted reality. I wanted you on my team. Before our match that Mister O’Connor interrupted, I wanted you on my team. I told Mister Jones that I wanted you on my team. I really thought you could help us win at Death March. While everyone else was off looking for guys or gals to be on their team, I said to Mister Jones, You know who would be good to have on our team? Miss Hernandez. But you sat on the fence. You couldn’t….”
Bester pauses.
“Wouldn’t? Perhaps that is more a correct description of what was really going on, wouldn’t make a decision and I should have knew right then and there that you were not a good fit. You were not a good teammate. Even after we both got jumped by Mister O’Conner and crew, you were still wishy washy. It wasn’t till all of my Rainbow Warriors, all of my Shining Stars basically crying at your feet that you felt persuaded to act. Course, now, looking back at it. You just wanted to be felt like you were badly needed. Not wanted. Needed.”
Bester places his hands on both end of the box. I hope he opens it.
“Or.” Bester says.
“Maybe your little heart was broken right then. The truth, it slapped you hard across the face and the little fantasyland you hoped and dreamed of was falling apart right before your eyes. I think we all know why you haven’t been around since Death March.”
Bester opens the box. He looks inside of it. He removes, another box from inside of it.
“Been eating these I bet haven’t ya?”
Bester tosses a box of Bon Bons on the floor.
“You don’t hate Mister O’Connor. You never have. You love Mister O’Connor. You’re obsessed with him and he doesn’t even give you the time of the day. That must really make you mad. I might not be a smart man Andrea, but I know what love is and I see love in your eyes. When he attacked us in our match and ruined your chance at maybe winning the Craze title, why, that just broke your heart. Cuz you were going to use that belt to get a match with him, to “defend” that belt against him, but in truth. You just wanted it to use it as a way to spend more time with him. After he picked all his buddies to be on his team and left you out in the cold, standing on the sidelines at the prom dance, why it crushed you. Seriously.”
Bester closes the box on his lap again. I wonder what else is in it.
“I didn’t fully understand why you had this hatred for him, wanted to “kick his ass” as badly as you did, but just had to be on his team. I should have known. I should have known.” Bester says while nodding.
“Another thing, Andrea!” Sounding extra snarky.
“I never once used the excuse that we were jumped in the back at Death March prior to our match as a reason why we lost. I sucked it up. I brushed myself off. I went out to that ring and put up the biggest fight I had in me, of my career! I went down swinging! While you and the Bollywood Heros curled up like a bunch of scared little kids and layed down. You three tapped out in the back! You three were done before the match even started. Mister O’Connor and company knew how to win that match and he knew he would win it in the back before the bell. All that was left was me. That match was a 4 on 1 match and they all worked as a TEAM to beat me, while my team, my team? My team was reading movie scripts. My team was dreaming of making babies with my opponents.”
Bester chuckles a little bit.
“Mister Harrison? Really? Andrea!” You can clearly tell that Bester hates saying that name at this point.
“Like that is a jab. Like that is hitting me below the belt. Did I make a excuse? Did I blame that loss to Mister Harrison on anyone else? Nope. I took that defeat like a man. If anything, Andrea! I learned from it. I grew from it. It has made me more focused. More stronger. Look at what happened last week. I’ve heard Mister Jones listen to a song from this band called Prodigy entitled what I did to Miss Casablanca. I won’t say the name to that song because unlike you, Andrea! I don’t use naughty words, but that is what I did to Miss Casablanca. And for the record, Miss Casablanca doesn’t look as old as you suggested she is.”
Bester opens the box and looks in it.
“Nah. You can try and play the victim all you want, Andrea! Anyone who has been paying attention knows the real story. They know what really happened. I’m not overrated. I was under staffed with people who wanted to win at Death March. I was paired with 3 people who had other ideas, other plans. 3 people who can’t, won’t, own their own shortcomings. I won’t make that mistake again.”
Bester looks up at the camera.
“Take the belt Andrea. I don’t care. Have at it. I have moved on. You should know how that feels because Mister O’Connor has clearly moved on from you.” Oh snap!
“But if you think you’re winning this match, Lady! You’re crazy! You’ll put as much effort into this match as you did you’re last one. I’m sure that’ll be my fault as well and that is okay. Because I’m going to give you something you need. Something I know all little girls want.”
Bester reaches in the box and pulls out a My Little Pony doll. Pinkie Pie actually.
“You’re very own My Little Pony! Pinkie Pie will use magic to help you find true love and fill that hole in your heart! Pinkie will bring your life meaning! Love! Maybe even babies. But a victory over Bester?”
Bester tosses the My Little Pony on the floor next to the box of Bon Bons.
“Never.”
Fade out