Post by Prophet of Ash on Feb 6, 2012 23:35:37 GMT -5
WFWF Loaded
2/6/12
021: Recovery
RE: Ace Bennett
1/5/12
A smell permeates the room. It is that type of smell that as soon as it hits your nostrils you know what it is. It kicks you in the face and screams “debauchery“ and with Michael Kyzer, this can only be one smell. Well that isn’t necessarily true, but it isn’t the unique combination of blood and semen mixed together, so it is safe to assume that this is the smell of the ganja. The smell is one that I‘ve grown accustomed to as of late. It‘s a bit of a relaxing smell, over the smell of hot sex at least. That’s what most of the places I’ve been lately have reeked of, the aforementioned blood and semen, mixed with equal parts under arm odor and vaginal fluids. The television flickers in and out, which is really annoying when trying to catch the last few minutes of The Jersey Shore. Glad MTV is in the standard cable in most hotels. Unfortunately, the Days Inn seems to have missed the memo of “standard package“ and instead offers a fuzzy at best flickering on all the cable stations. The locals don‘t seem so bad. Friends rerun.. The Office rerun.. Scrubs rerun, hey, it‘s the series finale.. I need something fresh... Ah, good old Jay Leno. These jokes are always fresh, no reruns here.
Heh.. I love this show..
The suckling in the background kind of dampens my napkin. People still say that, right? Dampens my napkin? It’s not that I’m opposed to beautiful girls sucking dick.. I just wish it was me she was on. Kylie always goes for the badboys.. Meh.. Maybe if I turn up the volume, they‘ll get the idea and at least go do it in the bathroom..[/b]
Cut that sh~t down. Leno does not equal a hard cock.
I really do not like Kyzer.. If he didn’t supply such good weed, I’d knock his naked ass out. It’s really not worth the trouble.. And my hand hasn’t hurt in days.. I turn the volume down a bit and that damn slurping is back. Can’t Kylie stink quietly? Jesus Christ.. All I want to do is enjoy my buzz and watch some f*cking Leno. Is that too much to ask? And the slurping not in response to me, but still to it‘s own self contained conversation, like mine, answer me.. I mumble to myself a conversation to join the two..[/b]
Apparently so.
If I hadn’t smoked the last of the weed I had, I’d fight back. But until I get my next paycheck, I’m tapped. I can’t even afford my own hotel room.. ….My paycheck.. I guess if I’m not doing my job, I’m not going to get much money.. I try to focus on this “uplifting” late night TV, when I remember I do still have this roach left. I can’t help but smile. Maybe this little last bit of escapism will help me escape this hell. It’ll at least make it easier, hopefully. I inhale deeply. A little bit too deeply, I guess. My eyes close from the ecstasy, my nose burning a little bit as the smoke struggles to escape, but I‘m not letting it. I‘m holding it all in.. All for Percy.. All for Percy and none for Michael.. And none for Kylie.. You don’t share, I don’t share..
F~ck
The red hot ash falls off the end and onto my leg. I can feel it burning my hair, and I can smell the burning hair.. But my hands can‘t knock it away. Why don‘t my hands work? What‘s wrong with my hands??. Maybe more substances will enlighten me.. Puff puff puff, f*ck your pass.. You pass to me, maybe I’ll pass to you, Michael. F*ck I hate you.. Why do you have to ruin a good thing, by f*cking her? Why does everyone have to f*ck her?
Well this is some sh*t…
This harlot is going to ruin my life. She‘s already ruined a friendship and now she‘s ruining another one. Why? I‘ve got this joint.. It‘s a great drug.. But the best drug is laying there.. The same drug that when I got the first puff of, on the TV, I couldn‘t pull myself away from. The same drug that I guess brought me here in the first place, why I stick around. She‘s intoxicating. And there she is.. Riding that scum Kyzer.. He’s everything I hate and everything I wish I was.. If Kylie would just listen to me, or well, if I had the words and the balls to say it, I could tell her what’s going to happen.. About Meg.. About so many others..[/color]
Are you watching me get smoked?
Kyzer brings me back to reality. Back to the reality that her sweet twat lips and perfect ass sticking up don‘t belong to me. They‘ll never belong to me. She wants the flat chests, the smirks.. The drugs.. The danger.. She wants the badboy.. And I‘m the loveable buddy. I‘m the sidekick. I‘ll always be the sidekick.. Kylie turns around to me. She doesn’t hide her shame, I guess because she has none. When you look like that, why would you? She shakes her head, almost ashamed at me. Kyzer laughs at it.
I get it. You were watching her.
Kyzer seems to have trailed off mid sentence. I feel like, the way he said that, that there was more coming.. Either he‘s way too f*cked up to be holding a conversation, or I am... And Kylie is right back to her dick sucking. Up, and down, and up, and down.. God she looks good.. Kyzer laughs and gets another blunt. I only know he did because I can see the smoke flowing, the smoke flowing around Kylie and tainting her beauty.. Something as perfect as her shouldn’t be mixed up with all of this.. I’m disgusted by all of this, so I move back to Leno.. F*ck, it’s switched to Fallon.. How I hate Fallon..
F*ck…
I wanted to stay awake and enjoy this buzz.. My last buzz.. It’s gotta be my last buzz, because I’ve gotta get out of this mess.. But my eyes hurt.. My eyes and my body are betraying me.. My right I closes. I force it back open. My left eye closes. I didn’t even know I could wink my left eye. Then my right again. Then my left… I’m still awake.. I can still hear Fallon.. But not for long..
Hey, hey, wake up dammit. You seriously better not have OD’d..
I’m getting violently shaken back and forth from my slumber. I’m woken up in the least friendly way possible. Well, Phil kicked me in the ribs once to wake up. I suppose that is less friendly. I slowly raise my eyes open. It’s still all blurry, all I can see is a mound of flesh in front of me peaked by brown locks. I rub my eyes a little bit and I’m greeted by a nude goddess standing in front of me. It’s Kylie. Where the hell am I? This place is filthy.. I let out a big yawn.
What’s up, doc?[/color]
I was making sure you weren’t dead, for one. You weren’t breathing.
I was asleep. I’ve only been awake for the last three days straight. Party all night, work all day.. Where are your clothes?
I figured, if you’ve been sitting there staring up my twat while I was sucking off Michael, I shouldn’t really bother. Who cares.. It’s too hot in here for clothes anyways..
It’s actually kind of cold in here, but who am I to tell this beautiful woman to put clothes on?
Hey, did Michael tell you where he was going?
Michael… Kyzer?
Yes… What exactly did you take last night?
I.. don’t know..
And that was a truthful answer. The truthful answer was that I had no idea where I was, how I had got here, or what exactly I had done last night that suddenly makes Kylie fine with being naked around me..
Michael left a few hours ago with Dave and I haven’t seen him since. We were doing our thing and he left with Dave..
Dave the one armed homeless guy?
She rolls her eyes, then looks at me with a look of pure angst and hatred like I just said the stupidest thing in the world.
Yes.. The hobo you and Phil went and did a video with came here and kidnapped Michael Kyzer.. Come on Percy, David Brennan.. I don’t fully trust him. A man with that much hate in him can’t really be trusted, and I really don’t know anything about him. We’ve got to go looking for Michael..
Yeah.. Looking for Michael Kyzer, when I have no idea where I even am, when Michael Kyzer doesn’t want to be found, or know we’re looking for him.. That seems like a GREAT idea.. Regardless, Kylie is getting ready to go, so I guess I should too. She’s pulling her jeans on, neglecting panties entirely. That’s classy.. I’m looking around the room, of all the debris and paraphernalia. I see Michael’s shirt.. But I don’t see mine.. I hand Kylie her shirt.. And I guess I’m going topless.. I hear my phone ringing, but I can’t find it. It’s somewhere in this mess.. But whoever is calling me can’t be that important anyways. I’ll have to find my phone when we’re packing up. We’re going to find Kyzer now.
Kylie walks with a sense of determination, like she has an idea of where she should be going. Her low rider jeans look extremely sexy. You know that part of a girl’s ass that usually sticks out of low rider jeans? Where you can see their thong top? When a girl isn’t wearing panties, you see just the very top of their bare ass and it’s unbelievably sexy. What I wouldn’t give to bang her just one time..
We make it to the top of the steps. I’m a bit nervous about going down them, considering my lack of sea legs down the hallway, and the distraction of Kylie’s ass cleavage. Regardless, I start down the steps after Kylie. She’s moving down the steps much faster than I am, as I watch each and every step. I’m mostly just guessing because I can’t entirely see the steps. Was definitely more than weed last night. By the time I get to the bottom of the steps, Kylie is already at the front desk, laying on the feminine charm on the pimply faced guy at the front desk. Why is he still pimply faced? He’s got to be 25, at least..
I make my final step down off the steps and onto the floor. I take a look around the lobby. This really is a nice hotel. It’s a shame what we did to the hotel room up there, but I guess that’s the life of a rock star. It must have taken me longer than expected to get to the bottom of the steps, because Kylie is already done at the front desk. She comes back towards me with a note in her hand.[/b]
Hey, that guy said that he seen Michael leaving with Dave a little past one last night.
Last night?
I let you sleep through the night. It’s eight AM. I figured whatever business Michael had to attend to, he could take care of it on his own without my accompaniment. But I’m worried now. It’s been seven hours and no one’s seen him.. And he left his car keys in the room.
Why are you worried?
Dumb question.. She was just smoking his pole and drugs seven hours ago, so she’s got a number of reasons to be emotionally invested in the return of Michael Kyzer.
He’s a big boy. He’ll sort his crap out.. You need a ride?
Where? I’ve got no where to go.. I’ve kind of been bouncing from place to place since you and Phil picked me up..
Where’s your stuff?
I sold all my stuff, except my clothes, which are at Michael’s house.
Where’s Michael’s house?
I.. don’t know.. I’ve never been there sober..
You got a problem..
And the pot just called the kettle the n word, considering you didn’t even know where you were ten minutes ago..
She’s right.. This broken hand has kind of led to a downward spiral for me. Old habits die hard, they say, and this one brought itself back in full circle. My hand doesn’t even hurt any more, but I still take the pills to kill the pain, I still smoke the pot to dull everything.. And now I’ve moved on to other drugs that don’t even kill the pain. It’s really unsatisfactory..
I thought this time in my life was forever behind me, I really did.. I had cleaned myself up and was doing well.. But then when I seen Kyzer back, when I was in constant pain.. You know, everyone’s got their dark spots in their lives.. And this was mine.. But it was behind me.. Then I came back to the WFWF and Kyzer came back.. And when Kyzer leaves.. I have to go find him.. This weird dynamic of “I don’t want Kyzer, but I need Kyzer.. It’s…
Percy, get over here!
Coming..
I make my way over to Kylie, who’s standing over a corpse. Has my demon been extinguished for good? I make my way over to her, standing over this dead body. And it’s not Kyzer.. And it’s not David Brennan, so Kyzer’s not going to jail for murder.. But this man has had a hell of a job done to him. His face is swollen to the point that even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. His teeth are mostly broken and bleeding. His clothes are tattered, torn, and stained with blood, contaminated with foot prints. Muddy foot prints, looks like once he went down, someone really gave him a stomping. Two people, to be exact.. A size 10 and a size 13.. And there’s the smoking gun, a roach.. Not Kyzer, not Brennan.. But Kyzer and Brennan were clearly here. My eyes are locked on this faceless person.. He’s laying there, he’s bleeding out.. He’s been stabbed at least once, his face is just beaten beyond recognition. He must have crossed Kyzer.
Kylie, I can’t do this..
Can’t do what? He’s just a dirty bum..
No, he’s me.. It’s just not me yet.. That’s what Kyzer does when he’s done with people. He beats them to death and leaves them to suffer.. I’ve been there once.. I don’t want to be there again. I’ve gotta break this circle. I can’t be with him any more.. I can’t be with you any more.. I’ve gotta clean my life up.. I’ve gotta get back on track. I’ve… I’ve gotta go..
And with that, I did. I walked away from Kylie, taking one last glimpse of her ass cleavage before walking away. I hop into my beat up Kia, grab my keys, and start the ignition. Kylie is still standing with the mystery man, frozen in place and possibly wondering if I am serious. I am. I offered her a ride and she turned me down. Now for the long road back to Chicago.. And the long road back to recovery.
1/30/12
Hey, aren’t you Phillip Schneider?
I hate when I hear that. I hate when I hear that in public places even more because it means I generally have to engage myself with these people. It’s never someone I actually know, and about a five percent chance it’s someone that knows me personally but I don’t. It’s always wrestling fans.. I don’t have the most typecast profile in the world, so if you see me standing at the deli counter waiting for a half a pound of macaroni salad and you doubt yourself, don’t engage me, please.. Want an autograph, come to an autograph signing. Don’t pester me when I’m trying to get my lunch.. Don’t bug me when I’m trying to feed my kids..[/b]
You’re that guy, from the WFWF, right?
Yeah..
What are you doing here?
Same thing you are, shopping for groceries.. Do you want an autograph or something?
Sure, but I don’t have a pen or paper..
Of course. This guy looks mid twenties, kind of pudgy, wearing a Superman hoody. Kind of a typical wrestling fan. Dorky haircut, glasses, a sloppy goatee. Luckily, I’ve got something for just these types. People ask me why I carry a satchel around and mock it as a purse, but I’m prepared at all times for these type of people, so I don’t have to wait as they stumble around for a napkin and a crayon for me to mark on. I reach in and pull one of the trading cards I had made up out and a sharpie.
What’s your name?
Tim.
At least it’s a short and simple name. I’ve had people with names like Josephine and Rinaldo and such, those aren’t common names. I quickly write “To Tim, Phillip Schneider” on the trading card. My food is ready at the deli counter, so I hand him the card, throw the marker back in my bag, and accept my food. I put it in my cart and start to walk away, but Tim follows me.[/b]
So it’s a real wind of change in the WFWF right now, eh?
Of course he follows me. Why do they always have to follow me? Why can’t I go get my cereal, go get my bread, go get my deodorant and frozen pizza, and leave this god forsaken hell hole in peace? I hired Percy specifically to do this type of thing, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the public in this way, but he’s still missing in action and my house is empty of food, so I’ve got to do it..[/b]
Guys showing up that have been gone for years like Kyzer and Drakz.. Newcomers taking the place by storm like David Brennan. I read online that Raider just announced he’s returned too.
Who?
Raider.
It wasn’t that I didn’t hear you, it’s that I don’t know who that is.
He used to be the top guy in the federation many years ago. Kind of ran rough shot in the federation when it was a much higher caliber operation than it is now.
Yeah, I’ve faced the fading stars of yesteryear in the past and I think I’ve proven myself to be more than formidable. Remember Zmaster? Yeah, f*ck Zmaster. Remember Johnny Michaels? Yeah, f*ck Johnny Michaels. In this biz, it’s not what you’ve done, it’s what you’ve done lately. I’m a Hall of Famer and have held pretty much every title in the game but I had to scratch and claw my way back to the top through every rung of the ladder. So this “Raider” fellow, if he wants what I’ve earned, he can get at the back of the line. The way I see it, he’s gotta start at the very bottom of the ladder, the same way I did, and fight to the top. You were gone. No one remembers what you did or who you were and frankly, no one cares.
I care.
Your opinion frankly isn’t worth a whole lot, and if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to finish my shopping.
I reach for a box of macaroni and cheese and I see that this fellow has now stepped in front of me, between my hand and the shelf with the pasta. He’s really becoming quite the bother.
So you’re not concerned with Kyzer either? After he left you for dead? And stole Kylie?
Tim, where do you work?
I’m a student, but I work part time at Arby’s to help pay my bills.
Do you prefer the Ruben or the hot ham and cheese? How do you like the curly fries?
I really don’t eat the food there any more because it doesn’t smell great when you stand around all day cooking it..
Well let’s have a talk about roast beef. Isn’t it awesome that Arby’s hasn’t changed their roast beef in so many years? I used to go to Arby’s with my grandpa when I was little and the roast beef sandwiches taste exactly the same as they did when I was a kid. And the ham and cheese too. I’m kind of disappointed that they got rid of the popcorn chicken though, that was great eats. Now I’ve gotta go across town to KFC if I want popcorn chicken.
But what about Kyzer…?
Just like you don’t want to talk about your job when you’re at the grocery store, when you’re off work, I don’t want to talk about my job all day every day. I don’t care about what’s happening in the WFWF right now. I don’t care that Roider returned. I don’t care that Dave Demento is trying to get a tag title shot. I don’t care that Trace Demon got caught in a glory hole booth. I clock into my job, I perform, and I clock out. I don’t wear a nametag or an apron and my job is televised, but it’s no different than your job. It’s a job. It’s a way for me to put this Kraft macaroni and cheese that you’re blocking me from grabbing on the table for my kids and it’s a way for me to pay the child support on the daughter I don’t have custody of. If I didn’t have to wrestle, if I didn’t have to travel coast to coast, I wouldn’t. I need the money and this is the only thing that I’m good at. Just like I’m sure you aren’t thrilled with the path that your life has led you, to be a sandwich stuffing grunt, I’m not particularly thrilled that I’m almost thirty years old and still pretending to be a super hero, wearing tights and battling bad guys and having a dane in distress stolen, but that’s the way of the world. You’ve got to deal with the hand that you’re dealt, now if you’ll excuse me..
I step around him and grab spirals and cheese. I want just the regular macaroni, but he still doesn’t get the point to move out of my way and I’m not going to stand here and entertain him any longer than I have to, so I‘ll settle for a B-level pasta.
I’m going to finish my grocery shopping before any more of you recognize me and I have to have another lengthy discussion about a topic I don’t care about in the slightest, now good day.
His mouth is slightly agape as I throw the noodles into my cart. I push the cart into the next isle and he’s just standing like a stone statue. He watches me as I walk down the isle. I stop at the spaghetti sauce, grabbing a can and setting it in my cart. As I continue towards the end of the isle, I hear him say something.
You are a dick..
I don’t acknowledge him, instead continuing to the next isle, where I can finish my shopping.
2/1/12
Your dad is hot
Ew..
What can I say? I like the bad boys. The long hair, the scruffy beard.. His sense of style..
That’s my dad Scarlett.. Don’t be a ho.
Lately, Scarlett has been being a big time ho. Every guy she sees, she seems to want to jump on. When she does it around people we both know, it makes me look bad because people assume I‘m the same way. I‘m not. Despite what my mom and dad think, I am still a virgin, and the most I‘ve done is kissed a boy.
How big is his cock?
Seriously? You’re seriously going to ask me that? Let me repeat myself, that’s my DAD!
I’m sure you’ve walked in on him peeing or in the shower or something, come on, just give me general sizes..
You’re being really creepy right now. Can’t you settle for whoring yourself out to all the boys in our school and half the teachers?
What can I say? I’ve got stars and dollar signs in my eyes. Find me a nice sugar daddy and get set for life.
Except my dad doesn’t have a lot of money.. And he’s not into jailbait ass.. You’re younger than I am! Come on!
He gets my gears going Sam.. Sometimes when I’m masturbating I..
Ew. Ew.. Eww.. DO NOT WANT!
I think..
Lalalalalalalalala
I think about him sometimes!
I plug my ears. If I plug my ears, it’s not actually happening.
Lalalalalalalala do not hear you, this isn’t happening.. Lalalalalala.
I think about spending the night here, in a nice little tiny nighty that shows off my ass.. And I go down to get a drink.. And he’s there. And he kisses me passionately..
I DON’T HEAR YOU!
And he grabs me and throws me on the floor and has his way with me.
I think I’m going to be sick.. That is my FATHER. D-A-D. What part of that don’t you get?
I’d call him daddy if he wanted me to.
You are sick in the head.
Come on, you don’t ever think about older guys? Think about them just pulling all your clothes off and doing whatever they want to you?
No, because I’m not a ho bag, like you are apparently..
Sometimes I think about multiple guys, just carrying me off and ravaging me. Two or three at a time. Just going crazy on me. You don’t ever have that fantasy when you’re masturbating?
No, because I don’t sit and constantly play with myself like you do. Jesus Christ, get a hobby! You’re dick mad, girl!
I don’t need a hobby, I need a boyfriend. Someone who will just f*ck me, constantly. In every way imaginable. And talk dirty to me. I want to be a little f*ck slave.
What are you doing for the science fair?
Maybe if I try to guide her to a different conversation, she’ll get the idea and quit telling me about her pornographic fantasies. And this is why when my mom finds an empty condom wrapper, she assumes the condom that belongs in it was stuffed inside of me with a dick inside of it. Because I associate myself with miss teenage anal princess here. Jesus Christ, where did she go wrong?! I’ve known this girl since kindergarten and it seems like overnight she just turned into the horndog of the town, like she wants to f*ck everything in sight. I’ve seen her with girls, too. Not like, seen her seen her, but I’ve seen her kissing girls, and letting girls touch her. She’s a pervert. I wonder if she thinks about me the same way she thinks about some of the girls I’ve seen her with. I look a lot like my dad.. And if she’s got such strong desires for my dad, she probably has them for me.. Maybe that’s why she’s telling me all her fantasies in such graphic detail..[/b]
I was planning on building a remote control car from scratch. My brother did it for his science fair project four years ago and still has all the blue prints and everything, so I could just use those. He told me he’d help me with it. What are you planning? Maybe we can get together..
Get together? I don’t want to get together! What would she even suggest getting together?! She’s getting far too comfortable in my bed. She’s trying to nest herself in. If my dad won’t let me have a boyfriend, I assume he’d meltdown if I had a girlfriend.[/b]
Sam? What are you doing for the science fair?
Oh..
I don’t really know yet. I was thinking about trying to cross pollinate a flower, but I dunno.
That’d be cool. Like a rose and a daisy. A Dose. Or a daffodil and a lilac, a lackodil. Make a lackodil!
I’ve still got to read some stuff to see if I can even do it. I may just do a diorama again.
Blah, boring.
Maybe I’m just boring..
Nothing wrong with that..
I’ve been alone for the last month of my life. I’ve put on about fifteen pounds of muscle mass, because all I’ve been doing is eating, playing video games, and working out. And generally, without Percy around, I’m eating much healthier. No large pizzas for dinner, no McDonalds double cheeseburger runs, “here, take a twenty and get what you can”. No, I’ve mostly been eating tuna sandwiches, canola oil grilled chicken, because I don’t have any butter and I’ve forgot to get it the last two times I’ve been to the store, white rice because I’ve got it in bulk, steamed broccoli because it’s the only vegetable I can make in the microwave, and a whole lot of noodles..
You could say Percy not being around has been for the best for me. I’ve been more focused on watching tapes and scouting my opponents. I’ve been more determined to cause damage to my opponents, ask David Brennan.. I’ve been eating healthier and getting more sleep, because there’s no one around to talk to, and generally no reason to stay up later than ten or eleven PM, but in reality, I need my best friend back.
I’m sitting in this apartment and I’m starting to go crazy. The walls are closing in on me. I sit in this empty apartment and I keep the TV playing, just so I can hear someone else’s voice. But it’s a certain kind of crazy that’s fairly easy to harness and use to my gain. Because sitting all alone, it’s giving me time to be with my thoughts. And my thoughts are generally not good. I’m a student of small joint manipulation. That’s the act of manipulating the fingers, toes, and the small bones in the nose and neck to your advantage, as a way to cause pain to your opponent. I presumably could gain a submission from someone off of just a finger lock, but what fun or entertainment is that?
I’m like a person locked in prison. I look around me and everything is a weapon. Everything can be modified as a weapon. This is the self defense skills kicking in, because I know I’m all alone. I know that no one has my back. I know if three men enter the ring, either I fight back or I’m going to get my ass kicked. See, that’s what happened a few weeks ago on Loaded. I hadn’t come to the realization of my mortality yet. I seen that on Loaded, that I am not immortal. I am not this super human that can destroy whatever’s put in front of him. David Brennan knocked my teeth out and then Brennan, Drakz, and Kyzer proceeded to annihilate me and leave me for dead. And to rub salt in the wounds, Kyzer thinks he’s pulled one over on me by “stealing” Kylie. One man’s trash is another’s treasure, I guess.
Ace Bennett though. To prepare for my tomorrow I’ve gotta waste my whole today, and today is “The Streak Destroyer”. This guy who thinks he can make a name for himself by ending the name value of what others have made. That makes me The Streak Destroyer Destroyer, doesn’t it, since the last time Ace Bennett came face to face with me, he realized he wasn’t playing with these wet behind the ears fresh off the turnip truck newcomers who don’t know a wrist lock from a wrist watch. Think I could fit any more clichés into one sentence?
Ace, your luck is long gone. I think you realized what I’m saying is no joke. I’m cursed. I’ve been touched with the black plague and those who cross me suffer. The careers I’ve ended, the lives I’ve altered forever. You.. I broke your record of “streak destroying” and I was the catalyst for a streak of your own, a losing streak. You were pegged as the next big thing in this federation. I heard the whispers. I heard the talk. They said “Ace Bennett, he’s the next in line for the title. He’s the next big star. We’re going to make MONEY with him”. And I silenced each and every one of those whispers.
Because when you tangled with me, Ace, you became damaged. You became the damaged goods that I am. You messed with this curse that’s placed on me, and you took the blunt of it. It takes away what you hold dear. It took away my friends and family. It took away all human companionship I have. It took away Calvin Lee’s career. It took away Johnny Knight’s ability to function in life. He’s a vegetable now man. He went from being a shining beckon of light and considered a top star and now he can’t even walk. I tangled with Hutton Brown, he beat me.. And he tasted the curse. He tried to fight the curse.. He got further along than most do from the curse, he still lasted a couple of matches and thought he could move on with his career.. But the curse cost him everything. It cost him the title he risked life and limb for. It cost him his future. It cost him his career.
This curse isn’t nothing to mess with.. Double digits of people who have been negatively effected by this curse. You really think the bracketing of the International title tournament “completely randomly” paired David Brennan and Drakz together on Loaded? It’s the curse.. They attacked me, now they’re pitted together to destroy each other. It’s a dark aura that surrounds me, that I have no control over, or the consequences that follow when it’s effected.
Think about this Ace. Think about Lightening, Johnny Albright, Reckless, Zmaster, Lionhart, Luke Collins, Cameron Stone, Carter Contra, Eric Adams, BenJa Hart.. It’s not a coincidence that so many people have been eliminated. This curse has effectively wiped out the WFWF mid card ranks, and the only reason there’s still more than two matches on the cards is because there’s a constant revolving door. I’ve requested several matches with Cam Nitta, now under two different management teams, and under two different management teams I’ve been denied my request. I want to face Cam because I see something in him that I haven’t seen in many people over the years. I’m being blocked from Cam because of this curse, and because both management teams see the same thing I see in Cam, and they don’t want me to permanently damage him.
They call me the Prophet of Ash because I leave scorched earth behind me. Everything I touch turns to dust. It’s damaged. There’s fire damage and smoke damage on everything I even mildly interact with. So you’re coming into this match looking for revenge. You’re thinking of the last match, where I turned your career into a downward spiral. You’re looking for revenge and for redemption for this, and you’re looking to make yourself a star off of me still. Me, I’m just hoping you aren’t the next name I add to the wall of former wrestlers thanks to the curse. I’m hoping this losing streak is the worst that comes to you. I think you’ve got a bright future and a long career ahead of you, but as history shows, tangling with me is a direction contradiction to this stat.. And it’s frankly out of my control.
Good luck, Ace.
2/6/12
021: Recovery
RE: Ace Bennett
1/5/12
A smell permeates the room. It is that type of smell that as soon as it hits your nostrils you know what it is. It kicks you in the face and screams “debauchery“ and with Michael Kyzer, this can only be one smell. Well that isn’t necessarily true, but it isn’t the unique combination of blood and semen mixed together, so it is safe to assume that this is the smell of the ganja. The smell is one that I‘ve grown accustomed to as of late. It‘s a bit of a relaxing smell, over the smell of hot sex at least. That’s what most of the places I’ve been lately have reeked of, the aforementioned blood and semen, mixed with equal parts under arm odor and vaginal fluids. The television flickers in and out, which is really annoying when trying to catch the last few minutes of The Jersey Shore. Glad MTV is in the standard cable in most hotels. Unfortunately, the Days Inn seems to have missed the memo of “standard package“ and instead offers a fuzzy at best flickering on all the cable stations. The locals don‘t seem so bad. Friends rerun.. The Office rerun.. Scrubs rerun, hey, it‘s the series finale.. I need something fresh... Ah, good old Jay Leno. These jokes are always fresh, no reruns here.
Heh.. I love this show..
The suckling in the background kind of dampens my napkin. People still say that, right? Dampens my napkin? It’s not that I’m opposed to beautiful girls sucking dick.. I just wish it was me she was on. Kylie always goes for the badboys.. Meh.. Maybe if I turn up the volume, they‘ll get the idea and at least go do it in the bathroom..[/b]
Cut that sh~t down. Leno does not equal a hard cock.
I really do not like Kyzer.. If he didn’t supply such good weed, I’d knock his naked ass out. It’s really not worth the trouble.. And my hand hasn’t hurt in days.. I turn the volume down a bit and that damn slurping is back. Can’t Kylie stink quietly? Jesus Christ.. All I want to do is enjoy my buzz and watch some f*cking Leno. Is that too much to ask? And the slurping not in response to me, but still to it‘s own self contained conversation, like mine, answer me.. I mumble to myself a conversation to join the two..[/b]
Apparently so.
If I hadn’t smoked the last of the weed I had, I’d fight back. But until I get my next paycheck, I’m tapped. I can’t even afford my own hotel room.. ….My paycheck.. I guess if I’m not doing my job, I’m not going to get much money.. I try to focus on this “uplifting” late night TV, when I remember I do still have this roach left. I can’t help but smile. Maybe this little last bit of escapism will help me escape this hell. It’ll at least make it easier, hopefully. I inhale deeply. A little bit too deeply, I guess. My eyes close from the ecstasy, my nose burning a little bit as the smoke struggles to escape, but I‘m not letting it. I‘m holding it all in.. All for Percy.. All for Percy and none for Michael.. And none for Kylie.. You don’t share, I don’t share..
F~ck
The red hot ash falls off the end and onto my leg. I can feel it burning my hair, and I can smell the burning hair.. But my hands can‘t knock it away. Why don‘t my hands work? What‘s wrong with my hands??. Maybe more substances will enlighten me.. Puff puff puff, f*ck your pass.. You pass to me, maybe I’ll pass to you, Michael. F*ck I hate you.. Why do you have to ruin a good thing, by f*cking her? Why does everyone have to f*ck her?
Well this is some sh*t…
This harlot is going to ruin my life. She‘s already ruined a friendship and now she‘s ruining another one. Why? I‘ve got this joint.. It‘s a great drug.. But the best drug is laying there.. The same drug that when I got the first puff of, on the TV, I couldn‘t pull myself away from. The same drug that I guess brought me here in the first place, why I stick around. She‘s intoxicating. And there she is.. Riding that scum Kyzer.. He’s everything I hate and everything I wish I was.. If Kylie would just listen to me, or well, if I had the words and the balls to say it, I could tell her what’s going to happen.. About Meg.. About so many others..[/color]
Are you watching me get smoked?
Kyzer brings me back to reality. Back to the reality that her sweet twat lips and perfect ass sticking up don‘t belong to me. They‘ll never belong to me. She wants the flat chests, the smirks.. The drugs.. The danger.. She wants the badboy.. And I‘m the loveable buddy. I‘m the sidekick. I‘ll always be the sidekick.. Kylie turns around to me. She doesn’t hide her shame, I guess because she has none. When you look like that, why would you? She shakes her head, almost ashamed at me. Kyzer laughs at it.
I get it. You were watching her.
Kyzer seems to have trailed off mid sentence. I feel like, the way he said that, that there was more coming.. Either he‘s way too f*cked up to be holding a conversation, or I am... And Kylie is right back to her dick sucking. Up, and down, and up, and down.. God she looks good.. Kyzer laughs and gets another blunt. I only know he did because I can see the smoke flowing, the smoke flowing around Kylie and tainting her beauty.. Something as perfect as her shouldn’t be mixed up with all of this.. I’m disgusted by all of this, so I move back to Leno.. F*ck, it’s switched to Fallon.. How I hate Fallon..
F*ck…
I wanted to stay awake and enjoy this buzz.. My last buzz.. It’s gotta be my last buzz, because I’ve gotta get out of this mess.. But my eyes hurt.. My eyes and my body are betraying me.. My right I closes. I force it back open. My left eye closes. I didn’t even know I could wink my left eye. Then my right again. Then my left… I’m still awake.. I can still hear Fallon.. But not for long..
Hey, hey, wake up dammit. You seriously better not have OD’d..
I’m getting violently shaken back and forth from my slumber. I’m woken up in the least friendly way possible. Well, Phil kicked me in the ribs once to wake up. I suppose that is less friendly. I slowly raise my eyes open. It’s still all blurry, all I can see is a mound of flesh in front of me peaked by brown locks. I rub my eyes a little bit and I’m greeted by a nude goddess standing in front of me. It’s Kylie. Where the hell am I? This place is filthy.. I let out a big yawn.
What’s up, doc?[/color]
I was making sure you weren’t dead, for one. You weren’t breathing.
I was asleep. I’ve only been awake for the last three days straight. Party all night, work all day.. Where are your clothes?
I figured, if you’ve been sitting there staring up my twat while I was sucking off Michael, I shouldn’t really bother. Who cares.. It’s too hot in here for clothes anyways..
It’s actually kind of cold in here, but who am I to tell this beautiful woman to put clothes on?
Hey, did Michael tell you where he was going?
Michael… Kyzer?
Yes… What exactly did you take last night?
I.. don’t know..
And that was a truthful answer. The truthful answer was that I had no idea where I was, how I had got here, or what exactly I had done last night that suddenly makes Kylie fine with being naked around me..
Michael left a few hours ago with Dave and I haven’t seen him since. We were doing our thing and he left with Dave..
Dave the one armed homeless guy?
She rolls her eyes, then looks at me with a look of pure angst and hatred like I just said the stupidest thing in the world.
Yes.. The hobo you and Phil went and did a video with came here and kidnapped Michael Kyzer.. Come on Percy, David Brennan.. I don’t fully trust him. A man with that much hate in him can’t really be trusted, and I really don’t know anything about him. We’ve got to go looking for Michael..
Yeah.. Looking for Michael Kyzer, when I have no idea where I even am, when Michael Kyzer doesn’t want to be found, or know we’re looking for him.. That seems like a GREAT idea.. Regardless, Kylie is getting ready to go, so I guess I should too. She’s pulling her jeans on, neglecting panties entirely. That’s classy.. I’m looking around the room, of all the debris and paraphernalia. I see Michael’s shirt.. But I don’t see mine.. I hand Kylie her shirt.. And I guess I’m going topless.. I hear my phone ringing, but I can’t find it. It’s somewhere in this mess.. But whoever is calling me can’t be that important anyways. I’ll have to find my phone when we’re packing up. We’re going to find Kyzer now.
Kylie walks with a sense of determination, like she has an idea of where she should be going. Her low rider jeans look extremely sexy. You know that part of a girl’s ass that usually sticks out of low rider jeans? Where you can see their thong top? When a girl isn’t wearing panties, you see just the very top of their bare ass and it’s unbelievably sexy. What I wouldn’t give to bang her just one time..
We make it to the top of the steps. I’m a bit nervous about going down them, considering my lack of sea legs down the hallway, and the distraction of Kylie’s ass cleavage. Regardless, I start down the steps after Kylie. She’s moving down the steps much faster than I am, as I watch each and every step. I’m mostly just guessing because I can’t entirely see the steps. Was definitely more than weed last night. By the time I get to the bottom of the steps, Kylie is already at the front desk, laying on the feminine charm on the pimply faced guy at the front desk. Why is he still pimply faced? He’s got to be 25, at least..
I make my final step down off the steps and onto the floor. I take a look around the lobby. This really is a nice hotel. It’s a shame what we did to the hotel room up there, but I guess that’s the life of a rock star. It must have taken me longer than expected to get to the bottom of the steps, because Kylie is already done at the front desk. She comes back towards me with a note in her hand.[/b]
Hey, that guy said that he seen Michael leaving with Dave a little past one last night.
Last night?
I let you sleep through the night. It’s eight AM. I figured whatever business Michael had to attend to, he could take care of it on his own without my accompaniment. But I’m worried now. It’s been seven hours and no one’s seen him.. And he left his car keys in the room.
Why are you worried?
Dumb question.. She was just smoking his pole and drugs seven hours ago, so she’s got a number of reasons to be emotionally invested in the return of Michael Kyzer.
He’s a big boy. He’ll sort his crap out.. You need a ride?
Where? I’ve got no where to go.. I’ve kind of been bouncing from place to place since you and Phil picked me up..
Where’s your stuff?
I sold all my stuff, except my clothes, which are at Michael’s house.
Where’s Michael’s house?
I.. don’t know.. I’ve never been there sober..
You got a problem..
And the pot just called the kettle the n word, considering you didn’t even know where you were ten minutes ago..
She’s right.. This broken hand has kind of led to a downward spiral for me. Old habits die hard, they say, and this one brought itself back in full circle. My hand doesn’t even hurt any more, but I still take the pills to kill the pain, I still smoke the pot to dull everything.. And now I’ve moved on to other drugs that don’t even kill the pain. It’s really unsatisfactory..
I thought this time in my life was forever behind me, I really did.. I had cleaned myself up and was doing well.. But then when I seen Kyzer back, when I was in constant pain.. You know, everyone’s got their dark spots in their lives.. And this was mine.. But it was behind me.. Then I came back to the WFWF and Kyzer came back.. And when Kyzer leaves.. I have to go find him.. This weird dynamic of “I don’t want Kyzer, but I need Kyzer.. It’s…
Percy, get over here!
Coming..
I make my way over to Kylie, who’s standing over a corpse. Has my demon been extinguished for good? I make my way over to her, standing over this dead body. And it’s not Kyzer.. And it’s not David Brennan, so Kyzer’s not going to jail for murder.. But this man has had a hell of a job done to him. His face is swollen to the point that even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. His teeth are mostly broken and bleeding. His clothes are tattered, torn, and stained with blood, contaminated with foot prints. Muddy foot prints, looks like once he went down, someone really gave him a stomping. Two people, to be exact.. A size 10 and a size 13.. And there’s the smoking gun, a roach.. Not Kyzer, not Brennan.. But Kyzer and Brennan were clearly here. My eyes are locked on this faceless person.. He’s laying there, he’s bleeding out.. He’s been stabbed at least once, his face is just beaten beyond recognition. He must have crossed Kyzer.
Kylie, I can’t do this..
Can’t do what? He’s just a dirty bum..
No, he’s me.. It’s just not me yet.. That’s what Kyzer does when he’s done with people. He beats them to death and leaves them to suffer.. I’ve been there once.. I don’t want to be there again. I’ve gotta break this circle. I can’t be with him any more.. I can’t be with you any more.. I’ve gotta clean my life up.. I’ve gotta get back on track. I’ve… I’ve gotta go..
And with that, I did. I walked away from Kylie, taking one last glimpse of her ass cleavage before walking away. I hop into my beat up Kia, grab my keys, and start the ignition. Kylie is still standing with the mystery man, frozen in place and possibly wondering if I am serious. I am. I offered her a ride and she turned me down. Now for the long road back to Chicago.. And the long road back to recovery.
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1/30/12
Hey, aren’t you Phillip Schneider?
I hate when I hear that. I hate when I hear that in public places even more because it means I generally have to engage myself with these people. It’s never someone I actually know, and about a five percent chance it’s someone that knows me personally but I don’t. It’s always wrestling fans.. I don’t have the most typecast profile in the world, so if you see me standing at the deli counter waiting for a half a pound of macaroni salad and you doubt yourself, don’t engage me, please.. Want an autograph, come to an autograph signing. Don’t pester me when I’m trying to get my lunch.. Don’t bug me when I’m trying to feed my kids..[/b]
You’re that guy, from the WFWF, right?
Yeah..
What are you doing here?
Same thing you are, shopping for groceries.. Do you want an autograph or something?
Sure, but I don’t have a pen or paper..
Of course. This guy looks mid twenties, kind of pudgy, wearing a Superman hoody. Kind of a typical wrestling fan. Dorky haircut, glasses, a sloppy goatee. Luckily, I’ve got something for just these types. People ask me why I carry a satchel around and mock it as a purse, but I’m prepared at all times for these type of people, so I don’t have to wait as they stumble around for a napkin and a crayon for me to mark on. I reach in and pull one of the trading cards I had made up out and a sharpie.
What’s your name?
Tim.
At least it’s a short and simple name. I’ve had people with names like Josephine and Rinaldo and such, those aren’t common names. I quickly write “To Tim, Phillip Schneider” on the trading card. My food is ready at the deli counter, so I hand him the card, throw the marker back in my bag, and accept my food. I put it in my cart and start to walk away, but Tim follows me.[/b]
So it’s a real wind of change in the WFWF right now, eh?
Of course he follows me. Why do they always have to follow me? Why can’t I go get my cereal, go get my bread, go get my deodorant and frozen pizza, and leave this god forsaken hell hole in peace? I hired Percy specifically to do this type of thing, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the public in this way, but he’s still missing in action and my house is empty of food, so I’ve got to do it..[/b]
Guys showing up that have been gone for years like Kyzer and Drakz.. Newcomers taking the place by storm like David Brennan. I read online that Raider just announced he’s returned too.
Who?
Raider.
It wasn’t that I didn’t hear you, it’s that I don’t know who that is.
He used to be the top guy in the federation many years ago. Kind of ran rough shot in the federation when it was a much higher caliber operation than it is now.
Yeah, I’ve faced the fading stars of yesteryear in the past and I think I’ve proven myself to be more than formidable. Remember Zmaster? Yeah, f*ck Zmaster. Remember Johnny Michaels? Yeah, f*ck Johnny Michaels. In this biz, it’s not what you’ve done, it’s what you’ve done lately. I’m a Hall of Famer and have held pretty much every title in the game but I had to scratch and claw my way back to the top through every rung of the ladder. So this “Raider” fellow, if he wants what I’ve earned, he can get at the back of the line. The way I see it, he’s gotta start at the very bottom of the ladder, the same way I did, and fight to the top. You were gone. No one remembers what you did or who you were and frankly, no one cares.
I care.
Your opinion frankly isn’t worth a whole lot, and if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to finish my shopping.
I reach for a box of macaroni and cheese and I see that this fellow has now stepped in front of me, between my hand and the shelf with the pasta. He’s really becoming quite the bother.
So you’re not concerned with Kyzer either? After he left you for dead? And stole Kylie?
Tim, where do you work?
I’m a student, but I work part time at Arby’s to help pay my bills.
Do you prefer the Ruben or the hot ham and cheese? How do you like the curly fries?
I really don’t eat the food there any more because it doesn’t smell great when you stand around all day cooking it..
Well let’s have a talk about roast beef. Isn’t it awesome that Arby’s hasn’t changed their roast beef in so many years? I used to go to Arby’s with my grandpa when I was little and the roast beef sandwiches taste exactly the same as they did when I was a kid. And the ham and cheese too. I’m kind of disappointed that they got rid of the popcorn chicken though, that was great eats. Now I’ve gotta go across town to KFC if I want popcorn chicken.
But what about Kyzer…?
Just like you don’t want to talk about your job when you’re at the grocery store, when you’re off work, I don’t want to talk about my job all day every day. I don’t care about what’s happening in the WFWF right now. I don’t care that Roider returned. I don’t care that Dave Demento is trying to get a tag title shot. I don’t care that Trace Demon got caught in a glory hole booth. I clock into my job, I perform, and I clock out. I don’t wear a nametag or an apron and my job is televised, but it’s no different than your job. It’s a job. It’s a way for me to put this Kraft macaroni and cheese that you’re blocking me from grabbing on the table for my kids and it’s a way for me to pay the child support on the daughter I don’t have custody of. If I didn’t have to wrestle, if I didn’t have to travel coast to coast, I wouldn’t. I need the money and this is the only thing that I’m good at. Just like I’m sure you aren’t thrilled with the path that your life has led you, to be a sandwich stuffing grunt, I’m not particularly thrilled that I’m almost thirty years old and still pretending to be a super hero, wearing tights and battling bad guys and having a dane in distress stolen, but that’s the way of the world. You’ve got to deal with the hand that you’re dealt, now if you’ll excuse me..
I step around him and grab spirals and cheese. I want just the regular macaroni, but he still doesn’t get the point to move out of my way and I’m not going to stand here and entertain him any longer than I have to, so I‘ll settle for a B-level pasta.
I’m going to finish my grocery shopping before any more of you recognize me and I have to have another lengthy discussion about a topic I don’t care about in the slightest, now good day.
His mouth is slightly agape as I throw the noodles into my cart. I push the cart into the next isle and he’s just standing like a stone statue. He watches me as I walk down the isle. I stop at the spaghetti sauce, grabbing a can and setting it in my cart. As I continue towards the end of the isle, I hear him say something.
You are a dick..
I don’t acknowledge him, instead continuing to the next isle, where I can finish my shopping.
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2/1/12
Your dad is hot
Ew..
What can I say? I like the bad boys. The long hair, the scruffy beard.. His sense of style..
That’s my dad Scarlett.. Don’t be a ho.
Lately, Scarlett has been being a big time ho. Every guy she sees, she seems to want to jump on. When she does it around people we both know, it makes me look bad because people assume I‘m the same way. I‘m not. Despite what my mom and dad think, I am still a virgin, and the most I‘ve done is kissed a boy.
How big is his cock?
Seriously? You’re seriously going to ask me that? Let me repeat myself, that’s my DAD!
I’m sure you’ve walked in on him peeing or in the shower or something, come on, just give me general sizes..
You’re being really creepy right now. Can’t you settle for whoring yourself out to all the boys in our school and half the teachers?
What can I say? I’ve got stars and dollar signs in my eyes. Find me a nice sugar daddy and get set for life.
Except my dad doesn’t have a lot of money.. And he’s not into jailbait ass.. You’re younger than I am! Come on!
He gets my gears going Sam.. Sometimes when I’m masturbating I..
Ew. Ew.. Eww.. DO NOT WANT!
I think..
Lalalalalalalalala
I think about him sometimes!
I plug my ears. If I plug my ears, it’s not actually happening.
Lalalalalalalala do not hear you, this isn’t happening.. Lalalalalala.
I think about spending the night here, in a nice little tiny nighty that shows off my ass.. And I go down to get a drink.. And he’s there. And he kisses me passionately..
I DON’T HEAR YOU!
And he grabs me and throws me on the floor and has his way with me.
I think I’m going to be sick.. That is my FATHER. D-A-D. What part of that don’t you get?
I’d call him daddy if he wanted me to.
You are sick in the head.
Come on, you don’t ever think about older guys? Think about them just pulling all your clothes off and doing whatever they want to you?
No, because I’m not a ho bag, like you are apparently..
Sometimes I think about multiple guys, just carrying me off and ravaging me. Two or three at a time. Just going crazy on me. You don’t ever have that fantasy when you’re masturbating?
No, because I don’t sit and constantly play with myself like you do. Jesus Christ, get a hobby! You’re dick mad, girl!
I don’t need a hobby, I need a boyfriend. Someone who will just f*ck me, constantly. In every way imaginable. And talk dirty to me. I want to be a little f*ck slave.
What are you doing for the science fair?
Maybe if I try to guide her to a different conversation, she’ll get the idea and quit telling me about her pornographic fantasies. And this is why when my mom finds an empty condom wrapper, she assumes the condom that belongs in it was stuffed inside of me with a dick inside of it. Because I associate myself with miss teenage anal princess here. Jesus Christ, where did she go wrong?! I’ve known this girl since kindergarten and it seems like overnight she just turned into the horndog of the town, like she wants to f*ck everything in sight. I’ve seen her with girls, too. Not like, seen her seen her, but I’ve seen her kissing girls, and letting girls touch her. She’s a pervert. I wonder if she thinks about me the same way she thinks about some of the girls I’ve seen her with. I look a lot like my dad.. And if she’s got such strong desires for my dad, she probably has them for me.. Maybe that’s why she’s telling me all her fantasies in such graphic detail..[/b]
I was planning on building a remote control car from scratch. My brother did it for his science fair project four years ago and still has all the blue prints and everything, so I could just use those. He told me he’d help me with it. What are you planning? Maybe we can get together..
Get together? I don’t want to get together! What would she even suggest getting together?! She’s getting far too comfortable in my bed. She’s trying to nest herself in. If my dad won’t let me have a boyfriend, I assume he’d meltdown if I had a girlfriend.[/b]
Sam? What are you doing for the science fair?
Oh..
I don’t really know yet. I was thinking about trying to cross pollinate a flower, but I dunno.
That’d be cool. Like a rose and a daisy. A Dose. Or a daffodil and a lilac, a lackodil. Make a lackodil!
I’ve still got to read some stuff to see if I can even do it. I may just do a diorama again.
Blah, boring.
Maybe I’m just boring..
Nothing wrong with that..
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I’ve been alone for the last month of my life. I’ve put on about fifteen pounds of muscle mass, because all I’ve been doing is eating, playing video games, and working out. And generally, without Percy around, I’m eating much healthier. No large pizzas for dinner, no McDonalds double cheeseburger runs, “here, take a twenty and get what you can”. No, I’ve mostly been eating tuna sandwiches, canola oil grilled chicken, because I don’t have any butter and I’ve forgot to get it the last two times I’ve been to the store, white rice because I’ve got it in bulk, steamed broccoli because it’s the only vegetable I can make in the microwave, and a whole lot of noodles..
You could say Percy not being around has been for the best for me. I’ve been more focused on watching tapes and scouting my opponents. I’ve been more determined to cause damage to my opponents, ask David Brennan.. I’ve been eating healthier and getting more sleep, because there’s no one around to talk to, and generally no reason to stay up later than ten or eleven PM, but in reality, I need my best friend back.
I’m sitting in this apartment and I’m starting to go crazy. The walls are closing in on me. I sit in this empty apartment and I keep the TV playing, just so I can hear someone else’s voice. But it’s a certain kind of crazy that’s fairly easy to harness and use to my gain. Because sitting all alone, it’s giving me time to be with my thoughts. And my thoughts are generally not good. I’m a student of small joint manipulation. That’s the act of manipulating the fingers, toes, and the small bones in the nose and neck to your advantage, as a way to cause pain to your opponent. I presumably could gain a submission from someone off of just a finger lock, but what fun or entertainment is that?
I’m like a person locked in prison. I look around me and everything is a weapon. Everything can be modified as a weapon. This is the self defense skills kicking in, because I know I’m all alone. I know that no one has my back. I know if three men enter the ring, either I fight back or I’m going to get my ass kicked. See, that’s what happened a few weeks ago on Loaded. I hadn’t come to the realization of my mortality yet. I seen that on Loaded, that I am not immortal. I am not this super human that can destroy whatever’s put in front of him. David Brennan knocked my teeth out and then Brennan, Drakz, and Kyzer proceeded to annihilate me and leave me for dead. And to rub salt in the wounds, Kyzer thinks he’s pulled one over on me by “stealing” Kylie. One man’s trash is another’s treasure, I guess.
Ace Bennett though. To prepare for my tomorrow I’ve gotta waste my whole today, and today is “The Streak Destroyer”. This guy who thinks he can make a name for himself by ending the name value of what others have made. That makes me The Streak Destroyer Destroyer, doesn’t it, since the last time Ace Bennett came face to face with me, he realized he wasn’t playing with these wet behind the ears fresh off the turnip truck newcomers who don’t know a wrist lock from a wrist watch. Think I could fit any more clichés into one sentence?
Ace, your luck is long gone. I think you realized what I’m saying is no joke. I’m cursed. I’ve been touched with the black plague and those who cross me suffer. The careers I’ve ended, the lives I’ve altered forever. You.. I broke your record of “streak destroying” and I was the catalyst for a streak of your own, a losing streak. You were pegged as the next big thing in this federation. I heard the whispers. I heard the talk. They said “Ace Bennett, he’s the next in line for the title. He’s the next big star. We’re going to make MONEY with him”. And I silenced each and every one of those whispers.
Because when you tangled with me, Ace, you became damaged. You became the damaged goods that I am. You messed with this curse that’s placed on me, and you took the blunt of it. It takes away what you hold dear. It took away my friends and family. It took away all human companionship I have. It took away Calvin Lee’s career. It took away Johnny Knight’s ability to function in life. He’s a vegetable now man. He went from being a shining beckon of light and considered a top star and now he can’t even walk. I tangled with Hutton Brown, he beat me.. And he tasted the curse. He tried to fight the curse.. He got further along than most do from the curse, he still lasted a couple of matches and thought he could move on with his career.. But the curse cost him everything. It cost him the title he risked life and limb for. It cost him his future. It cost him his career.
This curse isn’t nothing to mess with.. Double digits of people who have been negatively effected by this curse. You really think the bracketing of the International title tournament “completely randomly” paired David Brennan and Drakz together on Loaded? It’s the curse.. They attacked me, now they’re pitted together to destroy each other. It’s a dark aura that surrounds me, that I have no control over, or the consequences that follow when it’s effected.
Think about this Ace. Think about Lightening, Johnny Albright, Reckless, Zmaster, Lionhart, Luke Collins, Cameron Stone, Carter Contra, Eric Adams, BenJa Hart.. It’s not a coincidence that so many people have been eliminated. This curse has effectively wiped out the WFWF mid card ranks, and the only reason there’s still more than two matches on the cards is because there’s a constant revolving door. I’ve requested several matches with Cam Nitta, now under two different management teams, and under two different management teams I’ve been denied my request. I want to face Cam because I see something in him that I haven’t seen in many people over the years. I’m being blocked from Cam because of this curse, and because both management teams see the same thing I see in Cam, and they don’t want me to permanently damage him.
They call me the Prophet of Ash because I leave scorched earth behind me. Everything I touch turns to dust. It’s damaged. There’s fire damage and smoke damage on everything I even mildly interact with. So you’re coming into this match looking for revenge. You’re thinking of the last match, where I turned your career into a downward spiral. You’re looking for revenge and for redemption for this, and you’re looking to make yourself a star off of me still. Me, I’m just hoping you aren’t the next name I add to the wall of former wrestlers thanks to the curse. I’m hoping this losing streak is the worst that comes to you. I think you’ve got a bright future and a long career ahead of you, but as history shows, tangling with me is a direction contradiction to this stat.. And it’s frankly out of my control.
Good luck, Ace.
I dont know good luck 
