Post by Ace Bennett on Nov 28, 2010 11:36:29 GMT -5
So, living in Syracuse is pretty tough. You get a small, crappy apartment where you have to pay like $500 bucks a month plus utilities to live. Living on the small wage that I do, this just wasn't cutting it. I decided I would find a roommate so I could actually afford to buy....I don't know, maybe some food. I quite like food. Anyways, I start looking online on Craigslist to see what kind of crappy roommates I could get stuck with. I get sidetracked and go to "casual encounters" under "personals."
"................."
Alright, so after a good laugh, I get on my search. I find a couple of possible roommates and give them a few phone calls. Pretty much all of them wanted to meet me in person, which is probably a good idea for me too. There are some interesting characters for sure.
My first interview seemed pretty normal, at first at least. The guy, whose name was Rob, was a pretty average, 6 foot, 210 pound guy. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He told me about the room and how I would pay half the rent, and the water bill. I was cool with this, since I would be paying a hell of a lot less money than I was before at my old place. He showed me my room, which was a decent size. How come I couldn't find an apartment like this at a decent price? He then showed me his room. This is where things got a little sketchy. I look in his room and mounted on his walls are whips and various leather accessories. Mounted to the ceiling is some sort of contraption that makes me want to vomit at the thought of what people use it for. Rob asks me a question in a very low, seemingly seducing tone.
"So Ace, you into BDSM?"
AAAAAAND I'm gone.
Onto my next interview. I meet up with a woman at a small cafe in town. We talk for a little bit and she introduces herself as Ramona. Ramona is a short, skinny little woman with bright red, and when I say bright red I'm talking Ronald McDonald here, hair and dark brown eyes. In appearance, she was pretty scary, I'm not gonna lie. She had the scratchiest voice, which got on my nerves. I had my doubts about this one from the get go. Went went up into the apartment, which smelled of onions and an indistinguishable smell that I couldn't figure out for the life of me. She showed me my room, which was pretty big. I asked to see her room, but she refused to show it to me. As she showed me the bathroom, which was spotless, my eyes wondered and noticed a crack in a door that was probably Romana's room. I looked closely and I saw, I kid you not, a cauldron! I was pretty freaked out, so I told Ramona that I was once again, not interested. Ramona tried to stop me, piercing my arm with her knife-like fingernails. I she seemed to try to drag me into her room, but I wriggled free and got the hell out of there.
Now, I'm pretty scared, but I have one more potential roommate to meet with today. I hesitantly go to the next destination, afraid of what Craigslist has led me to now. Pleasantly surprised, I come to find a completely normal guy named Chris. Chris is about my height, but a little on the husky side. He has long curly hair that kind of looks like it needs to be combed, but the comb would be little to no help at all. His eyes are beady and black and he has the bushiest eyebrows. Above all of that he was rocking a Metallica shirt. Clearly, Chris is a heavy metal kind of guy. We talked about music for a while and then he showed me around. My room was good enough sized, a little small, but whatever. Chris then explained to me that I would only have to pay half of the rent because the utilities at this apartment are paid for. Chris showed me his room, and I was happy to see a normal guy who just had a severe love for metal music. Posters for bands like Metallica, AC/DC, and Led Zeppelin. I quickly accepted to be Chris' roommate and was all moved in by the next day.
With all my crap at my new apartment, me and Chris started talking about what we did. Chris explains that he is a pizza delivery guy for one of the local joints.
"So, what do you do bro?"
"Ever hear of the WFWF?"
"Nah man, that stuff is fake."
I take that blow pretty calmly, he doesn't realize that what he do is far from fake. That's the stigma of professional wrestling.
"I am one of the wrestlers for the company, and trust me, its far from fake."
"No way man, you are way too small to be a wrestler. Those kind of companies only go for big roided up dudes."
" I swear man, I'm in the running for the National Championship right now. I'm gonna win."
"Dude, why even bother man, you are gonna get owned. I can tell by looking at you."
"I live to prove people like you wrong."
I leave it at that. I just sit back and listen to "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin as that's what Chris has blaring through his sound system right now. I know Chris didn't mean anything by it, but it still bothers me to think that people don't think I can do something just because of who I am. I mean, I just went through hell trying to find a freaking room mate for God's sake. The doubters will all see that Ace Bennett is here to stay no matter how many times I get knocked down.
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Several times in my life, I've been told that I can't do something. They say that I'm not big enough or that I'm not smart enough. I don't have the resources or some other ridiculous excuse like that. Somehow I lack all of these qualities, yet I can always manage to do whatever I put my mind too. Throughout my career in the WFWF, my wellbeing has put in danger enough to put me on the sidelines for several weeks. These people can't seem to realize that no matter what they do to bring me down, I will always get back up. A couple of weeks ago, Jon O'Deeves had the nerve to "take me out" after I beat him while he was the National Champion. Well, now I'm back, and coincidentally he's gone. My focus is shifting back to the National Championship, and I get my chance to put myself in contention this week. Boo Kona, Jack Joseph, and Luke Collins, you better be prepared, because this little, stupid, SOB who lacks resourses is about to run a hole right through you. I don't want it to be that way, but it is what it is.
Looking for a good time!!!
Looking for young, hot females who will do whatever I tell them, and I'm really picky so you need to send me pictures. I am a 38 year old, white man who weights about 295 and is 5'6. Send me a nude picture of you at 555-555-5555 with the subject "Be my master" if you are interested. I will ignore those who don't have this subject.
Looking for young, hot females who will do whatever I tell them, and I'm really picky so you need to send me pictures. I am a 38 year old, white man who weights about 295 and is 5'6. Send me a nude picture of you at 555-555-5555 with the subject "Be my master" if you are interested. I will ignore those who don't have this subject.
"................."
Alright, so after a good laugh, I get on my search. I find a couple of possible roommates and give them a few phone calls. Pretty much all of them wanted to meet me in person, which is probably a good idea for me too. There are some interesting characters for sure.
My first interview seemed pretty normal, at first at least. The guy, whose name was Rob, was a pretty average, 6 foot, 210 pound guy. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He told me about the room and how I would pay half the rent, and the water bill. I was cool with this, since I would be paying a hell of a lot less money than I was before at my old place. He showed me my room, which was a decent size. How come I couldn't find an apartment like this at a decent price? He then showed me his room. This is where things got a little sketchy. I look in his room and mounted on his walls are whips and various leather accessories. Mounted to the ceiling is some sort of contraption that makes me want to vomit at the thought of what people use it for. Rob asks me a question in a very low, seemingly seducing tone.
"So Ace, you into BDSM?"
AAAAAAND I'm gone.
Onto my next interview. I meet up with a woman at a small cafe in town. We talk for a little bit and she introduces herself as Ramona. Ramona is a short, skinny little woman with bright red, and when I say bright red I'm talking Ronald McDonald here, hair and dark brown eyes. In appearance, she was pretty scary, I'm not gonna lie. She had the scratchiest voice, which got on my nerves. I had my doubts about this one from the get go. Went went up into the apartment, which smelled of onions and an indistinguishable smell that I couldn't figure out for the life of me. She showed me my room, which was pretty big. I asked to see her room, but she refused to show it to me. As she showed me the bathroom, which was spotless, my eyes wondered and noticed a crack in a door that was probably Romana's room. I looked closely and I saw, I kid you not, a cauldron! I was pretty freaked out, so I told Ramona that I was once again, not interested. Ramona tried to stop me, piercing my arm with her knife-like fingernails. I she seemed to try to drag me into her room, but I wriggled free and got the hell out of there.
Now, I'm pretty scared, but I have one more potential roommate to meet with today. I hesitantly go to the next destination, afraid of what Craigslist has led me to now. Pleasantly surprised, I come to find a completely normal guy named Chris. Chris is about my height, but a little on the husky side. He has long curly hair that kind of looks like it needs to be combed, but the comb would be little to no help at all. His eyes are beady and black and he has the bushiest eyebrows. Above all of that he was rocking a Metallica shirt. Clearly, Chris is a heavy metal kind of guy. We talked about music for a while and then he showed me around. My room was good enough sized, a little small, but whatever. Chris then explained to me that I would only have to pay half of the rent because the utilities at this apartment are paid for. Chris showed me his room, and I was happy to see a normal guy who just had a severe love for metal music. Posters for bands like Metallica, AC/DC, and Led Zeppelin. I quickly accepted to be Chris' roommate and was all moved in by the next day.
With all my crap at my new apartment, me and Chris started talking about what we did. Chris explains that he is a pizza delivery guy for one of the local joints.
"So, what do you do bro?"
"Ever hear of the WFWF?"
"Nah man, that stuff is fake."
I take that blow pretty calmly, he doesn't realize that what he do is far from fake. That's the stigma of professional wrestling.
"I am one of the wrestlers for the company, and trust me, its far from fake."
"No way man, you are way too small to be a wrestler. Those kind of companies only go for big roided up dudes."
" I swear man, I'm in the running for the National Championship right now. I'm gonna win."
"Dude, why even bother man, you are gonna get owned. I can tell by looking at you."
"I live to prove people like you wrong."
I leave it at that. I just sit back and listen to "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin as that's what Chris has blaring through his sound system right now. I know Chris didn't mean anything by it, but it still bothers me to think that people don't think I can do something just because of who I am. I mean, I just went through hell trying to find a freaking room mate for God's sake. The doubters will all see that Ace Bennett is here to stay no matter how many times I get knocked down.
_______________________________________________
Several times in my life, I've been told that I can't do something. They say that I'm not big enough or that I'm not smart enough. I don't have the resources or some other ridiculous excuse like that. Somehow I lack all of these qualities, yet I can always manage to do whatever I put my mind too. Throughout my career in the WFWF, my wellbeing has put in danger enough to put me on the sidelines for several weeks. These people can't seem to realize that no matter what they do to bring me down, I will always get back up. A couple of weeks ago, Jon O'Deeves had the nerve to "take me out" after I beat him while he was the National Champion. Well, now I'm back, and coincidentally he's gone. My focus is shifting back to the National Championship, and I get my chance to put myself in contention this week. Boo Kona, Jack Joseph, and Luke Collins, you better be prepared, because this little, stupid, SOB who lacks resourses is about to run a hole right through you. I don't want it to be that way, but it is what it is.
-Ace
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OOC: I tried something a little different here. I wanted to introduce another character into my RPs so that I would have a character that I could always go back and use for some dialogue instead of having some random guy in all of my RPs. I also tried first person, and on a more light side. Its also my longest RP I've ever written. Hope it turned out good. I think its some of my better work for sure.
