Post by Ace Bennett on Mar 3, 2012 15:37:08 GMT -5
”The way my career has been going lately, I’ve had to take a good hard look at the way I have chosen to live my life. I’ve isolated myself from my friends and my family, from all of those who I have ever been close to. I’ve lost almost all of my possessions, my apartment, and my furniture, anything that holds any material value to me, all gone. One seemingly small choice in my life has kick started all of this. By choosing to not take my medicine and reveal my full potential, I’ve sent my life in a downward spiral, and it has shown in my wrestling career. I’ve won a grand total of two matches since that day in my bathroom, the day where I bid farewell to my medication, the day where I was set free for good from the chains of a simple drug. Or was it one? Either way, it is not good. Some would say it was a bad choice. Some would call me an idiot. I know my sister would.”
“You know, that’s my biggest regret. After just getting her back into my life, I blew it with her. But in the end, it was what was best for me. The old me just wasn’t cutting it. I understand now that I need his help. He adds an aggression to my being that I never felt until he reappeared in my life. An aggression that I had never understood during my childhood, before the doctors gave me my sedative. It’s been a learning curve to be able to handle this aggression, to harness what is deep within myself. He is helping me. He is hurting me, but the benefits very much outweigh the downfalls. Sure, I’m alone in this world with no one to care for me. I don’t need anyone but myself, I’ve gotten by that way my entire life. Maybe it’s better this way. But I’ve been questioning my decision to flush those pills every day since I’ve made it. And my choice in the matter is becoming less and less and he becomes more and more prominent within my being.”
“I haven’t exactly been successful in the definitive sense of the word, not at all actually. As I’ve said before, two wins in ten matches. TEN MATCHES! Eight times I’ve been embarrassed and my shoulders were the ones that ended up pinned to the mat. Eight times all of my efforts to becoming the best wrestler in this company have been flushed farther down the toilet. I went from one match away from becoming the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, literally ONE MATCH AWAY, to struggling to find my place in this company. I have no idea where I belong anymore. I failed to become the World Champion. I failed to become the International Champion. I’ve lost my spot as the fastest rising star in the company. But you know what? I did it in style. Every single man that stood across that ring from me soon understood that I am the real deal. David Brennan, Michael Kyzer, Phillip Schneider, hell even Mak Cross. I may have lost to all of them, but I gave them a run for their money that they never expected. The best in this company now know that I am the real deal, and I will soon be the threat that I have been warning everyone about.”
“It sucks to know that you have all the talent in the world, but can’t put it all together to get one win against one of the top guys around here. I’m on the edge of greatness in this company. I can beat anyone that the WFWF has to offer. I know I can. Everyone knows I can. I just haven’t done it yet. I haven’t had the combination of luck, concentration, experience, wit, and skill needed to pick up that definitive win when I was more than able to. I let a win against the number one contender to the World Championship slip through my fingers at the last Loaded. A win like that will catapult me to heights that I have never seen before. I realize that. And I’m ready to live that dream. I’m fully willing to face that embarrassment week in and week out until all of the pieces come together for me, when I finally get my opportunity.”
“And until then, I will continue to pick myself up after each and every match and become better. I’ve done that my entire career. I started off in this place as a mere jobber. I lost almost every time I entered that ring. This slump that I’ve found myself in is no different than the start of my career. The result was always the same though. I got up, and I learned from it. Each and every loss strengthened me, it made me better. It prepared me for my triumphant return to the WFWF, for my epic winning streak and my National Championship reign. It prepared me for this wall I have hit. I know that I must learn each and every time I step in that ring, and I am now better than I ever was before. And learning is something I can do, especially in this business. The current status quo of the WFWF will soon be shattered once I reach my full potential. And you can best believe that. It will take one win, and I will skyrocket to the top.”
“I am a warrior. And my struggles haven’t gone unnoticed. It pains me to say, but the New Epoch has taken full control of the WFWF. Michael Kyzer, Drakz, and David Brennan. You look up scum in the dictionary, I’m sure you would see a picture of them having a threesome or something. Yet here we are, with these three clowns prancing around the WFWF doing whatever they want. And guess what? Nobody is trying to stop them. I mean, Phillip Schneider and Kyzer are having their little dick measuring contest right now, but let’s look at it how it is. Schneider has no interest in disposing of the New Epoch. He’s in this for the ego and for that belt. He could care less if he changed anything as long as his ego is fed. But that’s not what this alliance between myself and Raider is about. We want to rid the WFWF of the scum that is the New Epoch, of Michael Kyzer, Drakz, and David Brennan. And I will do whatever it takes to complete that task. But I think Raider has the wrong idea going into this partnership we have formed.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Raider is one of the greatest to ever step into that WFWF ring. He is a Grand Slam Champion, only a handful of people can say that, and Michael Kyzer is not one of them. He was feared. The name Raider was revered by all those in the WFWF, and not a soul wanted to mess with him. I know this just as well as anyone. But guess what? The past is the past. Ace Bennett doesn’t fear anyone. And I refuse to be a ‘sidekick.’ Don’t get me wrong, I plan on learning everything that you are willing to teach me. I mean after all, you do have a few years on me. But in no way shape or form, are you superior to me. That is why I’m glad we have this match at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE! I can show you that I will not be your crony. I’m not going to team with you just to do your dirty work. I want what you want; I want the New Epoch out of the WFWF. And together, I think we can accomplish that goal. I’m better than I ever have been before, and I can guarantee you that you will not expect what you are going to get in that ring my friend.”
“You see Raider, you represent one of these career making wins that I desperately need. If I beat you, the world will know that Ace Bennett is a name to be feared, much like yours was in your heyday. We are friends, but when we are out in that ring, I’m going all out. You aren’t going to regret having me on your side, but when we are on the opposite sides of that ring, you are going to see me at my best. And my best is pretty good, if I do say so myself. I am grateful that you want me on your side Raider, but don’t view this as an extension of the olive branch. I am doing just fine for myself, even if it is in defeat. You have earned my respect with your past actions, and I fully intend on gaining your respect in our match. We are going to make one hell of a team, a team that will be feared, but at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, it will be my arm that is raised when all is said and done between us. I hope you have a good lawyer, because we are going to steal the show.”
Rain dumps from the sky, pouring in buckets as a flash of lightning illuminates the pitch black sky. We come upon a small wooden house in a wooded area. The outside appears as if the house could use a few repairs, with the green paint peeling and a few pieces of the outer woodwork beginning to warp and fall off. The date is January 19th , 2000, Ace Bennett’s 11th birthday. No party was thrown; no fun was had in the Bennett household. As a matter of fact, the young Ace tried to stay hidden away from his father. It had been a typical night, and he knew to begin avoiding the man as soon as he approached his special cabinet that held his father’s favorite nectar.
He had found safety in his room. The cabinet had been accessed and his father was relishing the gifts of the whisky’s ingredients. He had hoped that his mood wouldn’t turn sour as it often did; he was usually the brunt of his father’s aggressions when it happened. It soon became clear that his prayers would go unanswered as loud banging sounds soon emitted throughout the entire house. Ace’s spine grew tense as he found himself trying to make himself as small as possible. Curling into a ball, he climbed under his bed, looking for protection underneath his bed. Eventually, the huffing and gruffing of his father’s voice became more easily heard, and the staircase began making creaking noises. He was coming.
Ace trembled in fear as the creaking sounds grew louder and louder. After hearing some scratching noises and fumbling around on the outside of his door. The door knob began to wriggle as his father found the entrance. The door swung open and Ace’s stomach sank. He soon felt a shadow saunter around his bed, in search of him. A hand touched his leg. The hairs on the back of his neck were now stood on end. A quick violent jerking motion sent him flying out from underneath of the bed. Not giving his son a chance to stand up, he simply dragged him out of the bedroom. Ace felt the burning of the rug against his skin as friction began to do its toll. Soon, another force began to harm the young boy. Gravity. Ace was sent tumbling down the stairs following a swift toss.
Wracked with pain, Ace noticed his surroundings. He saw his mother, tears streaming down her face, pleading with the man to stop the abuse. Ace could hear no sound, and his vision was growing increasingly blurry. He brought his hand to his forehead and felt a warm and wet sensation that he later found to be a large gash on his forehead seeping blood. But his father wasn’t done doing the damage. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, he picked him up and threw him onto the couch, next to his mother. Ace, barely conscious, then saw his mother being grabbed from the hair. He heard a scream followed by more large banging noises, he soon saw his mother collapse to the ground, likely due to a punch to the stomach, but he wasn’t for certain what had exactly happened.
He then saw his father bend over to pick up his mother. Something caught Ace’s eye at this moment. A metal object was reflecting the dim light from the ceiling. It was a metal object that he had grown all too familiar with. His father had threatened him and his mother and his sister with this object when he flirted with his whiskey. He pointed it at them, threatening harm, showing how much power he had. Ace saw that the object was in reach, and grasped it in his hand. He could feel his heart beat grow faster. His vision grew clear as he saw his father struggle to pick up his mother, who was trying to push him away. He pointed the metal object at his father, who was oblivious to his son’s actions. He fondled the gun, figuring out how to work it, when all of a sudden:
BANG!
It echoed through the room.
She fell.
He fled.
It was over.
He was free.
Or was he?
In a split second, his mother moved into the trajectory path of the bullet. The bullet pierced her chest, and she instantaneously fell to the ground, the struggle in her now gone. His father searched for the source of the sound, only to come in direct eye contact with his son, who was still holding the gun in his hands, now directly pointed at his father. Tears in his eyes, he could feel himself mouth the word go, but he was unsure if any sound was being made. His father, despite his condition, got the message, and stumbled out of the house after realizing he was no longer in the position of power. That was the last time he would see his father until he was contracted by the WFWF. His mother was dead. Ace dropped the gun on the ground, crawled into a ball and began to cry. He awaited for someone to come to find what had happened, unclear of where his life would be going next.
”Numbers. Numbers mean everything in this cruel little world. Numbers are the reason why people like Michael Kyzer are successful in this business. He knows how to exploit them. He is a very smart man. Every person in this world has a number associated to him. An age, a birthday, a social security number, all people in this world are simply numbers and nothing more. We walk around thinking we have some sort of value, but in the end, we either add to the equation, or we don’t. At the current state of time, I am adding nothing. But give me time, just a few months, and there will be more than a slight impact when it comes to my portion to the equation.”
“Years ago, I subtracted one of those numbers that was taking away from me. My, well our mother sheltered us. She made it impossible for me to impose my will on him. I couldn’t do as much as show my face without my mother trying to shape me as her true offspring. Well guess what, THAT WASN’T GOING TO HAPPEN. I saw my perfect opportunity to make it look like an accident, and I TOOK IT. Oh, you thought it was an accident? How naïve. I knew EXACTLY what I was doing. One less number in the equation affecting me. She’s gone, and look where I am. Alive and well, and back into his head, right where I belong. I knew the moment I showed that douche bag father of mine that I had a gun that he would tuck his little tail between his legs and run off, never to be seen again. It’s quite cozy actually, my situation. Especially since I’m in control of every aspect of his life. I’ve broken him, and it’s beautiful to see his suffering. The funniest part is, he isn’t even fully aware of everything that is happening.”
“I’m glad it hasn’t gotten back to that point; the point of ‘subtraction’ if you catch my drift. It’s a messy process, and I don’t want to end up locking myself up for good. Alicia is now officially out, and I’m back at the forefront of his mind. But mark my words, she will regret it if she tries to add herself back in. I am Ace Bennett, he is nothing. I want nothing to do with her, and therefore, neither does Ace Bennett. I will admit, things are one hundred percent going as I had planned, but they are definitely going very smoothly. He is completely oblivious to my grand scheme. Everyone is. And I can’t be stopped. Nobody has the means to stop me. The two people that could possible stop me are for all intents and purposes, out of the equation. Alicia is out there somewhere looking at her own ass and chasing her tail trying to find me, even though I’ll always be six or seven steps ahead of her.”
“As for me, well let’s just say he’s more sedated now than he ever was when he was on medication. I control his every thought, his every idea, and his every move. His body is mine, and he is now the one trapped in someone’s skull. I am liberated, he is imprisoned. And the most amazing part is, he doesn’t realize this in the least bit. He thinks we are a cohesive team, working together towards a collective goal of becoming the best wrestler in this rat hole of a company. In a way, he’s right, but the way we are going to do that is completely different than what he expects. You see, he thinks that we are going to take the moral road, where I shake everyone’s hand and kiss ass and play patty cake right until we get that big win. No. That idea exists only in Narnia. It is locked away, along with the rest of Ace’s irrelevant being.”
“Have you ever heard the saying ‘nice guys finish last?’ Well guess what, it’s true. Look whose on top right now. Michael Kyzer, the scum of the world. I mean look at all those cute little nicknames he’s earned himself. He’s a terrible person. Luckily for me, so am I. I will punch my grandmother in her ovaries and smile at her face afterwards if I knew it would further me to where I wanted. Me and Michael Kyzer have quite a bit in common, I mean other than the fact that I don’t have two other guys riding my dick at various hours of the day. But you see, I’m smarter than him. That is where Raider fits into this whole equation.”
“You see, Michael Kyzer and the rest of the New Epoch are the only people in the entire WFWF who are willing to do absolutely whatever it takes to get to where they want to be; the only people other than me. That’s why when Raider approached me, asking me for my help in ridding the WFWF of these little hooligans and fighting the good fight or whatever bulls*** he was trying to shove down my throat. At that moment I saw it as an opportunity. I saw it as an opportunity to rid this place of my only competition. Once Kyzer and his bed brothers are out of the equation, then I can lie, cheat, f***, whatever it takes, straight to the top of the mountain. And I will be the only one that has the balls to do it.”
“Raider thinks that I’m some freedom fighter looking to liberate the WFWF from the clutches of the evil villain Michael Kyzer. I’m not Braden Munroe. I’m not Shawn Malakai. I don’t have delusions of making the WFWF a better place. That’s impossible. There will always be scum bags in this company. None of that actually matters to me in the end, as long as I’m the scum bag at the top of the food chain. Once Raider helps me get Kyzer out of the way, I’ll take care of him too. But for now, I need him. I realize that I won’t be able to do this by myself, I’m not an idiot. Raider is now a key to my rise. As long as he’s not completely incompetent, everything should turn out well.”
“This match at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, it doesn’t even really matter. Who knows, I might lose on purpose just to give him this idea that he is the ‘leader.’ At this point, it doesn’t even matter. None of this really matters, because the end result is going to be the same. All I know is that Raider is only going to feel a small fraction of the pain in our match at this show that he will feel after I’m done with him. Raider, you are nothing but another number in this equation for me. I can subtract you as quickly as I’ve added you. Because in the end, the only thing that matters to me is that after the equals sign, comes me with that WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. Best of luck, buddy.”[/i]
OOC: This is intended to be two different scenes going on at around the same time that are centered around the flashback in between the two tables. I hope that it isn't too confusing. I wanted to try something different, and felt this was a pretty good idea and I feel it looks nice and unique now that it's in front of me all coded. I feel this is my best RP ever, so I hope you enjoy. I proofread and everything.
Constructive criticism appreciated, always wanna get better.
“You know, that’s my biggest regret. After just getting her back into my life, I blew it with her. But in the end, it was what was best for me. The old me just wasn’t cutting it. I understand now that I need his help. He adds an aggression to my being that I never felt until he reappeared in my life. An aggression that I had never understood during my childhood, before the doctors gave me my sedative. It’s been a learning curve to be able to handle this aggression, to harness what is deep within myself. He is helping me. He is hurting me, but the benefits very much outweigh the downfalls. Sure, I’m alone in this world with no one to care for me. I don’t need anyone but myself, I’ve gotten by that way my entire life. Maybe it’s better this way. But I’ve been questioning my decision to flush those pills every day since I’ve made it. And my choice in the matter is becoming less and less and he becomes more and more prominent within my being.”
“I haven’t exactly been successful in the definitive sense of the word, not at all actually. As I’ve said before, two wins in ten matches. TEN MATCHES! Eight times I’ve been embarrassed and my shoulders were the ones that ended up pinned to the mat. Eight times all of my efforts to becoming the best wrestler in this company have been flushed farther down the toilet. I went from one match away from becoming the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, literally ONE MATCH AWAY, to struggling to find my place in this company. I have no idea where I belong anymore. I failed to become the World Champion. I failed to become the International Champion. I’ve lost my spot as the fastest rising star in the company. But you know what? I did it in style. Every single man that stood across that ring from me soon understood that I am the real deal. David Brennan, Michael Kyzer, Phillip Schneider, hell even Mak Cross. I may have lost to all of them, but I gave them a run for their money that they never expected. The best in this company now know that I am the real deal, and I will soon be the threat that I have been warning everyone about.”
“It sucks to know that you have all the talent in the world, but can’t put it all together to get one win against one of the top guys around here. I’m on the edge of greatness in this company. I can beat anyone that the WFWF has to offer. I know I can. Everyone knows I can. I just haven’t done it yet. I haven’t had the combination of luck, concentration, experience, wit, and skill needed to pick up that definitive win when I was more than able to. I let a win against the number one contender to the World Championship slip through my fingers at the last Loaded. A win like that will catapult me to heights that I have never seen before. I realize that. And I’m ready to live that dream. I’m fully willing to face that embarrassment week in and week out until all of the pieces come together for me, when I finally get my opportunity.”
“And until then, I will continue to pick myself up after each and every match and become better. I’ve done that my entire career. I started off in this place as a mere jobber. I lost almost every time I entered that ring. This slump that I’ve found myself in is no different than the start of my career. The result was always the same though. I got up, and I learned from it. Each and every loss strengthened me, it made me better. It prepared me for my triumphant return to the WFWF, for my epic winning streak and my National Championship reign. It prepared me for this wall I have hit. I know that I must learn each and every time I step in that ring, and I am now better than I ever was before. And learning is something I can do, especially in this business. The current status quo of the WFWF will soon be shattered once I reach my full potential. And you can best believe that. It will take one win, and I will skyrocket to the top.”
“I am a warrior. And my struggles haven’t gone unnoticed. It pains me to say, but the New Epoch has taken full control of the WFWF. Michael Kyzer, Drakz, and David Brennan. You look up scum in the dictionary, I’m sure you would see a picture of them having a threesome or something. Yet here we are, with these three clowns prancing around the WFWF doing whatever they want. And guess what? Nobody is trying to stop them. I mean, Phillip Schneider and Kyzer are having their little dick measuring contest right now, but let’s look at it how it is. Schneider has no interest in disposing of the New Epoch. He’s in this for the ego and for that belt. He could care less if he changed anything as long as his ego is fed. But that’s not what this alliance between myself and Raider is about. We want to rid the WFWF of the scum that is the New Epoch, of Michael Kyzer, Drakz, and David Brennan. And I will do whatever it takes to complete that task. But I think Raider has the wrong idea going into this partnership we have formed.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Raider is one of the greatest to ever step into that WFWF ring. He is a Grand Slam Champion, only a handful of people can say that, and Michael Kyzer is not one of them. He was feared. The name Raider was revered by all those in the WFWF, and not a soul wanted to mess with him. I know this just as well as anyone. But guess what? The past is the past. Ace Bennett doesn’t fear anyone. And I refuse to be a ‘sidekick.’ Don’t get me wrong, I plan on learning everything that you are willing to teach me. I mean after all, you do have a few years on me. But in no way shape or form, are you superior to me. That is why I’m glad we have this match at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE! I can show you that I will not be your crony. I’m not going to team with you just to do your dirty work. I want what you want; I want the New Epoch out of the WFWF. And together, I think we can accomplish that goal. I’m better than I ever have been before, and I can guarantee you that you will not expect what you are going to get in that ring my friend.”
“You see Raider, you represent one of these career making wins that I desperately need. If I beat you, the world will know that Ace Bennett is a name to be feared, much like yours was in your heyday. We are friends, but when we are out in that ring, I’m going all out. You aren’t going to regret having me on your side, but when we are on the opposite sides of that ring, you are going to see me at my best. And my best is pretty good, if I do say so myself. I am grateful that you want me on your side Raider, but don’t view this as an extension of the olive branch. I am doing just fine for myself, even if it is in defeat. You have earned my respect with your past actions, and I fully intend on gaining your respect in our match. We are going to make one hell of a team, a team that will be feared, but at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, it will be my arm that is raised when all is said and done between us. I hope you have a good lawyer, because we are going to steal the show.”
The local diner was at its peak of activity as the neighborhood’s population of elderly couples came out for their daily lunch. Waitresses are seen scrambling to the numerous tables, serving and cleaning as fast as their muscles would allow them to. There was an old time feel to it, as if someone buried this dinner in a time capsule the 80s and just recently dug it back up. Bright and gaudy colors, notably hot pink and baby blue covered the walls and upholstery of the diner. The one occupant who didn’t look like they were going to die within the next five years appeared very out of place. Ace Bennett’s sister, Alicia Bennett is seen tapping her fingers impatiently on the table, as if waiting for something. The entire diner appears to be eyeing her, as her beauty definitely stands out in a crowd. “May I help you with something?” “Oh no, I’m still waiting for someone. Thanks.” The waitress walked away, leaving Alicia back to her tapping. It had been a few weeks since Alicia had been released from the hospital, and she had made a nice recovery from the cracked skull she had suffered. Although there were still hints of post concussion syndrome, she had been having a good day, free of headaches. After some time, the glass door swung open and another young person walked in. The hefty form was a male, and he was all too familiar with the Bennett name. It was none other than Ace’s roommate Chris. His broken nose was now healed, but the look on his face appeared like he didn’t want to be there either. He approached the table, and soon sat down. “Why did you pick this place anyways?” “Nice to see you too.” “Seriously though. Why this crappy little dinner?” “I figure that nobody here can hear me unless I talk really loud. You know how old people are. You have to repeat everything you say to them like 60 times. I can use my normal voice, get a meal, and no one will try to stick their nose into my business. It’s a win-win really. Plus I knew you would come just at the idea of getting free food.” Chris seemed indifferent to the reasoning, if slightly offended by the last comment. Old people creeped him out, he found their wrinkly forms to be disgusting. He hated the fact that he would turn into one of these people after years of experience. And they smelled like baby powder. He shifted in his seat, trying to make himself comfortable as he possible could. “Why did you call me here anyways? I don’t know where your brother is. I don’t care anymore. I try to be the nice guy and get socked for it. I’m going to press charges when they find him.” “I know, I heard. That’s why I brought you here.” “Look, I know he’s your brother and everything. That doesn’t change the fact that he assaulted me. I thought he was my friend. He needs to pay the price for what he did.” Alicia looked concerned. She knew the backstory behind why Ace was acting this way. She was only one of three people who knew, well two if you don’t count Ace himself. Chris had no idea. She sighed as the waitress returned to the table. “May I get you something to drink?” “Uhhh, what do you have?” “Pepsi products. Pepsi, diet pepsi, sierra-” “Pepsi is fine.” “I’ll have just water please.” “Certainly, I’ll be right back to take your order.” She smiled at her as she walked away. Her focus returned to Chris. He was staring at his surroundings trying to avoid eye contact with one of the geriatrics. “You have no idea what’s really going on do you?” “What do you mean?” “Would the Ace you got to know over the past few years randomly punch you in the nose for no reason?” “Well, no. But that doesn’t mean it’s not wrong.” “Chris listen to me, he isn’t stable right now. If the police catch him, they’ll lock him up for good. He won’t ever see the light of day again. Trust me.” “Alicia, you make it sound like he murdered me or something. He would get locked up for a month or two tops.” He wasn’t budging. Alicia knew she was going to have to tell him. She sat there silently staring at the bushy haired man. He was quite the sight. He hadn’t shaved in probably a half of a year, as the patches of hair were unkempt, and unattractive. He really was an ugly SOB. She brought her focus back, trying not to stare at the hairy mole on Chris’ chin. “Did you ever notice how Ace had to take pills every morning?” “I thought those were some sort of supplements for wrestling or something.” Facepalm. He thought Ace was on steroids. They certainly weren’t doing their job if that were the case. Ace was one of the lesser built wrestlers in the entire WFWF. What could he possibly be on? Alicia was starting to get frustrating with Chris, well mostly his stupidity. “Ummm, no.” The waitress returned, with two cups in her hand. She placed them on the table and pulled out a notepad. “Now what will y’all take to eat?” “I think I’ll have a double bacon cheeseburger, extra mayo.” Fatass. “Excellent choice. And what will the lady have?” “Grilled chicken salad please. I do have a figure to keep.” She glares over at Chris. That probably hurt his feelings. Oh well. “Very well. We’ll be back with your food in a few minutes.” She walks away, and a staredown commences. Chris looks at Alicia with those stupid beady brown eyes of his. She can’t stand him, she knows how fat, stupid, and fat he is. And fat. She knows she has to tell him though. Chris looks back and squints his eyes. “What? I know I’m a handsome devil and all, but you don’t have to stare at me.” The silence is broken. She rolled her eyes and continued the conversation. “You thought Ace was on steroids?” “Well yeah, aren’t all wrestlers?” “You’re an idiot.” “What are those pills for then?” She pauses for a breath, before relinquishing the information. “Ace has split personality syndrome. He stopped taking the pills, and this other person has begun to take him over. He hasn’t had this other person showing up since he was little. That was when we found out. He did some bad things; things that changed him forever. That’s why he took those pills.” “I don’t understand….” “Alright, since you are such an idiot, I’ll spell it out.” “I resent that.” “Shutup and listen.” | Since fleeing Syracuse, Ace Bennett has found refuge in various New York City hotels. However, when his anger gets the best of him, he would often be forced to evacuate and move on to the next place. He found himself getting angry a lot more often lately, due to his recent losing ways. However, he was now forced to leave the city where he had been taking asylum IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE takes place in Tokyo, Japan, so an airplane out of New York would be necessary. The airport was having a pretty average day, as far as he could tell. Businessmen and families were walking in all directions, searching through the maze of gates and escalators to find where they would have to board their plane. Customs were of course doing their jobs, doing random cavity checks and making sure that no one brought chewing gum on the plane and whatever else those guys did. However, Ace seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was as if there was something pulling him away from the airport. He knew exactly what it was, but he was afraid to show it to himself. “Don’t even think about it.” That’s all he heard himself say. But he was. He missed his sister. He wanted her back in his life. There was no denying that. There was an inner turmoil within himself. Two halves wanting completely different things. Literally. One half wanted her to help him with everything. The other wanted nothing to do with her. Ace sat down on the park bench that he had been approaching and put his head in his hands. “Get up, we have to go.” But he didn’t listen. He could hear this voice in his head loud and clear, but he knew no one else could. Why bother paying it any notice? But he knew it wasn’t that easy. It was a battle ignoring his other self. He could feel himself trying to gain control of him once again, but he fought it. “At least go to the bathroom where you can look me in the eye and tell me what you’re thinking. Instead of hiding from me” Ace felt his feet begin to move. He didn’t want to, but he found himself moving towards a bathroom. Luckily for him, upon entering he realized that no one had been occupying it either. He locked the door behind the single stall bathroom and approached the mirror. “You’ve got a lot of gall thinking you can just prevent yourself from dealing with me. You’re trapped with me, and that’s just the way it is. You may as well embrace it.” “I know, I know. But why can’t I have both?” “What?!? Do you realize how contradicting you sound right now. Me and her represent two separate things. I am success and she is failure. I am freedom and she is restraint. Can’t you see this?” “Well, she is also love, and you are loneliness. That is important to me too. Maybe if we told her what we want to accomplish together, then she would be okay with it. I mean, Kyzer and his buddies are bad news for everyone in the WFWF. She pays attention, so she knows. If me and Raider succeeded in getting rid of them, it would be groundbreaking. I want to be a part of that, and Alicia knows it. She would support us, I just know it.” “Listen, I’m all about this whole cleansing the WFWF of the New Epoch, just like you and Raider are. If we rid the place of that scum, everyone would be much better off. Then we will finally get out opportunity. They need to realize that this is our time. But you gotta look at the big picture here. Alicia would be nothing but a hindrance to us with her emotional BS. You and I both know that. You are completely oblivious if you can’t come to terms with this.” “Well guess what? I need all of that ‘emotional BS’ to be stable. I feel like my own performance is declining because I don’t have anyone to share my feelings with other than myself. And besides, if I told her how much you are helping me, maybe she would understand. She always understands. Whenever I needed help with something, she was there for me. She even helped me win a few matches, by giving me strategy. YOU don’t even understand me all the time, and you’re supposed to be ME. What kind of me doesn’t want any part of his sister, of the only person to ever truly be there for him?” There is a tense silence in the room, which is normal now considering there is only one person in there. Ace stares at himself, sweat pouring from his forehead. His feelings had been made known, and he finally exploded with them. “You’re saying this like Alicia would be completely accepting of you not taking your pills! That’s how we got in this entire mess. She knows my history, she knows our history together. It goes pretty deep don’t you think? I don’t think a simple explanation would be appropriate to get her to change her mind. I mean, do you even remember what happened?” These words hit Ace in a strange way. There is a sense of familiarity in his voice, but yet he seems so distant. Memories flash in his head that he had never recognized in his entire life. Partial truths and partial lies. Or was what he had always believed to be true, partially a lie? “……..What do you mean?” “With our mother. You know…….what happened.” “You mean how our father killed her?” “You really don’t remember, do you?” “What is there to remember? What do you mean?” “I hate to do this to you….” A flood of emotion overtakes him; he pounds his hands on the sink, demanding an answer from himself. “TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN!” “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” |
Rain dumps from the sky, pouring in buckets as a flash of lightning illuminates the pitch black sky. We come upon a small wooden house in a wooded area. The outside appears as if the house could use a few repairs, with the green paint peeling and a few pieces of the outer woodwork beginning to warp and fall off. The date is January 19th , 2000, Ace Bennett’s 11th birthday. No party was thrown; no fun was had in the Bennett household. As a matter of fact, the young Ace tried to stay hidden away from his father. It had been a typical night, and he knew to begin avoiding the man as soon as he approached his special cabinet that held his father’s favorite nectar.
He had found safety in his room. The cabinet had been accessed and his father was relishing the gifts of the whisky’s ingredients. He had hoped that his mood wouldn’t turn sour as it often did; he was usually the brunt of his father’s aggressions when it happened. It soon became clear that his prayers would go unanswered as loud banging sounds soon emitted throughout the entire house. Ace’s spine grew tense as he found himself trying to make himself as small as possible. Curling into a ball, he climbed under his bed, looking for protection underneath his bed. Eventually, the huffing and gruffing of his father’s voice became more easily heard, and the staircase began making creaking noises. He was coming.
Ace trembled in fear as the creaking sounds grew louder and louder. After hearing some scratching noises and fumbling around on the outside of his door. The door knob began to wriggle as his father found the entrance. The door swung open and Ace’s stomach sank. He soon felt a shadow saunter around his bed, in search of him. A hand touched his leg. The hairs on the back of his neck were now stood on end. A quick violent jerking motion sent him flying out from underneath of the bed. Not giving his son a chance to stand up, he simply dragged him out of the bedroom. Ace felt the burning of the rug against his skin as friction began to do its toll. Soon, another force began to harm the young boy. Gravity. Ace was sent tumbling down the stairs following a swift toss.
Wracked with pain, Ace noticed his surroundings. He saw his mother, tears streaming down her face, pleading with the man to stop the abuse. Ace could hear no sound, and his vision was growing increasingly blurry. He brought his hand to his forehead and felt a warm and wet sensation that he later found to be a large gash on his forehead seeping blood. But his father wasn’t done doing the damage. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, he picked him up and threw him onto the couch, next to his mother. Ace, barely conscious, then saw his mother being grabbed from the hair. He heard a scream followed by more large banging noises, he soon saw his mother collapse to the ground, likely due to a punch to the stomach, but he wasn’t for certain what had exactly happened.
He then saw his father bend over to pick up his mother. Something caught Ace’s eye at this moment. A metal object was reflecting the dim light from the ceiling. It was a metal object that he had grown all too familiar with. His father had threatened him and his mother and his sister with this object when he flirted with his whiskey. He pointed it at them, threatening harm, showing how much power he had. Ace saw that the object was in reach, and grasped it in his hand. He could feel his heart beat grow faster. His vision grew clear as he saw his father struggle to pick up his mother, who was trying to push him away. He pointed the metal object at his father, who was oblivious to his son’s actions. He fondled the gun, figuring out how to work it, when all of a sudden:
BANG!
It echoed through the room.
She fell.
He fled.
It was over.
He was free.
Or was he?
In a split second, his mother moved into the trajectory path of the bullet. The bullet pierced her chest, and she instantaneously fell to the ground, the struggle in her now gone. His father searched for the source of the sound, only to come in direct eye contact with his son, who was still holding the gun in his hands, now directly pointed at his father. Tears in his eyes, he could feel himself mouth the word go, but he was unsure if any sound was being made. His father, despite his condition, got the message, and stumbled out of the house after realizing he was no longer in the position of power. That was the last time he would see his father until he was contracted by the WFWF. His mother was dead. Ace dropped the gun on the ground, crawled into a ball and began to cry. He awaited for someone to come to find what had happened, unclear of where his life would be going next.
Chris stared blankly at Alicia as she finished her explanation of what had happened in Ace’s childhood. His mouth was slightly agape as Alicia stared at him, her eyes as cold as stones. The restaurant was nearly empty at this point, and all of the waitresses were enjoying their lunch break, smoking cigarettes in the back of the building. The two sat in solace as Chris interpreted the situation. “I came back later that night. I had spent the day at a friend’s house and was in complete horror when I saw Ace, his arms wrapped around the corpse of my mother. I haven’t seen my father since. They sent me to an adoption center, where I lived for the rest of my childhood. Ace told me that they sent him to a psychiatric center, where they found out about his disorder. Apparently it was the other Ace that had been getting him in trouble at school, and causing him to be socially awkward. They put him on that pill you saw him take every day. It contained him. It made it so he could function in society. Now he doesn’t have that anymore.” “So you’re saying-” “Exactly. He stopped taking them. He doesn’t even remember all of the details of the incident from what I know of. He thinks our father did it when he was in his drunken haze. Truth is, he hasn’t been seen since, well other than that brief period where Ace ran into him when he first started wrestling. It’s not good. I need to bring him back to normal.” “Well maybe he needs to be locked up for good. Someone like that shouldn’t just be running around. I mean, I’m sure someone can help him. He certainly can’t help himself.” It didn’t work. Alicia desperately waits for the check to come as the two have casual conversation. During this time, she concocts a plan in her mind of what she could possibly do. She will have to take drastic measures, measures that could potentially put her in as much trouble as Ace is in right now. When the check arrives, Alicia quickly pays and walks out with Chris, taking him down the alleyway next to the dinner. “Why are we walking down here?” Before he had time to react, Alicia took the big man by the shoulders and pinned him against the brick wall, she covered his mouth with her hand, muffling his screams. Despite her size disadvantage, Alicia was much stronger than the hefty Chris. She was trained by the military before dropping out of the army, and she knew where to push to get the greatest reaction out of him. “Now you listen and you listen good. That man that punched you in the face is NOT the man who I know and love. You give me a chance to bring him back to his normal self! I want my little brother back! I’m not going to let some **** cry to the police just because he took a hit to the face and couldn’t handle the pain. You got me? I can bring him back to the Ace we know. Just give me a chance.” “NO! I’m not going to be told what to do!” After this, Alicia sends a stiff uppercut plunging into the gut of Chris. Chris’ knees collapse underneath him and he is sent crashing to the cold wet ground. He stares up in horror, in awe of Alicia’s fighting ability. “Do you want more!?!?!” Chris violently shakes his head, pleading for the beating to stop. He coughs up blood and begins to vomit all over the place. Gross. After Chris is finished emptying the contents of his stomach, Alicia grabs him by the collar of his shirt and sits him up, pushing his back against the brick wall. “Then you’ll listen to me. I hate to have to be like this, but you give me no choice. You will give me two months to find him. If I can’t find him, you can press all of the charges you want. I want the chance to bring my little brother back!” “Why should I listen to you?” This time, she reacted with the worst punishment imaginable for a guy. A kick straight to the testiculars. Chris screams in agony and he leans back, putting his head on the ground. “Because if you don’t, I’ll find you and continue to make you feel pain much like this. And if you rat on me, I know people. And these people can do things that you wouldn’t even imagine to you. I don’t want to have to call them though; they are way back in Vegas.” Chris squints his eyes, attempting to get his composure back. Seeing as he has no choice, he caves to Alicia’s request. “Fine…..two months….” Alicia smiles, her quest complete. “Now that wasn’t so hard now was it? But don’t worry, if I find out you’re lying to me, you’ll be hearing from my friends. Have a nice day. Clean yourself up a bit would ya? You smell like puke and s***.” Alicia prances out of the alleyway, leaving Chris to tend to his shattered testiculars, and his alleged soiled pants. | “NO! IT’S NOT TRUE!” Tears were now streaming down Ace’s face as the cruel truth had been revealed to him by himself. He was the one who killed his mother. He was the one who sent his father away. It wasn’t his father this entire time, it was him. He was a monster. Ace sends his fist flying towards the mirror, unable to fully comprehend what he had just heard. The mirror shatters, as pieces of glass fly across the bathroom, breaking into even smaller pieces of the floor. He then falls to his knees, not caring whether or not he lands in the broken glass. “You know, just because you broke the mirror that it doesn’t mean that I’m not here.” “GET OUT OF MY HEAD! YOU’RE A LIAR! I WANT YOU OUT!” “Well guess what? You are stuck with me for the very foreseeable future. It was an accident, that bullet was meant for our father. Not for mom. But guess what? It did the job it needed to do. We were free from the abuses from our dad. And now that you finally opened your eyes and stopped taking that god forsaken medicine, we are both completely free for the first time in our entire life. After all of these years, we have freedom, AND YOU JUST WANT TO THROW IT AWAY!” “NO! I DON’T CARE! I’M GOING TO FIND ALICIA!” “That you aren’t, my friend. I’m being the reasonable one here.” “YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” “I’m afraid I can. My roots are already deep within your body. You’re too late.” Ace tries to reach for his phone in his pocket. Sharp pains pulse through his hand as he realized that he split it open from his earlier swing at the mirror. He pulls it out and begins to dial. Just after he can hear the ring tone, he feels himself throwing the phone. He tries to prevent it, but the phone leaves his grasp as quickly as it entered it. The phone goes flying, sending even more tiny pieces of debris flying everything, this time pieces of his phone. He stares in shock at one of the larger pieces of mirror on the floor, and he can see himself smiling. “I told you. You are too late. That was a nice try and all, but here’s how it’s going to be. You’re going to pick yourself up, and you’re going to clean up that blood on your hand. After that, you’re going to get on that plane, and go to Tokyo where you will have your match with Raider. You will either win or lose, but whatever happens, after that, you are going to take out the New Epoch with Raider’s help. And finally, you will become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. Are we clear?” “What if I don’t listen to you?” “Well, you really don’t have a choice. But if you make it difficult for me, then let’s just say I’d be afraid for your sister’s well being. I did it to your mom, accidental or not, don’t think I’ll hesitate for a split second to do it to your sister. And this time it wouldn’t be accidental.” “YOU WOULDN’T!” “Oh, but I would. You honestly think I care if you’re locked up away forever in some psychiatric center in a straight jacket not even able to talk because of the amount of drugs you’re on? Well, I beg to differ. I’ll be gone, but you might as well be too if that were to happen. You would come right down with me. Don’t call my bluff Ace, you’ll regret it.” He just kneeled there, unable to think, unable to see, unable to breathe. Tears stained his checks as his eyes were a sharp red color. He was trapped and he knew it. He would have to avoid his sister for her own safety. There was no denying that. He knew what he was capable of after seeing what had happened to his mother. He must stay on the run, and away from her. He caught his breath and stared at the shard of glass, his eyes full of abhorrence. “I hate you.” “Too bad there's nothing you can do about it, huh?” “I will find a way to get rid of you for good.” “I welcome the challenge. But not at this time. Now let’s go. We have a flight to catch.” Ace picks himself up, and despite his desires to not leave that bathroom, he does. There is no choice in the matter for him right now. |
”Numbers. Numbers mean everything in this cruel little world. Numbers are the reason why people like Michael Kyzer are successful in this business. He knows how to exploit them. He is a very smart man. Every person in this world has a number associated to him. An age, a birthday, a social security number, all people in this world are simply numbers and nothing more. We walk around thinking we have some sort of value, but in the end, we either add to the equation, or we don’t. At the current state of time, I am adding nothing. But give me time, just a few months, and there will be more than a slight impact when it comes to my portion to the equation.”
“Years ago, I subtracted one of those numbers that was taking away from me. My, well our mother sheltered us. She made it impossible for me to impose my will on him. I couldn’t do as much as show my face without my mother trying to shape me as her true offspring. Well guess what, THAT WASN’T GOING TO HAPPEN. I saw my perfect opportunity to make it look like an accident, and I TOOK IT. Oh, you thought it was an accident? How naïve. I knew EXACTLY what I was doing. One less number in the equation affecting me. She’s gone, and look where I am. Alive and well, and back into his head, right where I belong. I knew the moment I showed that douche bag father of mine that I had a gun that he would tuck his little tail between his legs and run off, never to be seen again. It’s quite cozy actually, my situation. Especially since I’m in control of every aspect of his life. I’ve broken him, and it’s beautiful to see his suffering. The funniest part is, he isn’t even fully aware of everything that is happening.”
“I’m glad it hasn’t gotten back to that point; the point of ‘subtraction’ if you catch my drift. It’s a messy process, and I don’t want to end up locking myself up for good. Alicia is now officially out, and I’m back at the forefront of his mind. But mark my words, she will regret it if she tries to add herself back in. I am Ace Bennett, he is nothing. I want nothing to do with her, and therefore, neither does Ace Bennett. I will admit, things are one hundred percent going as I had planned, but they are definitely going very smoothly. He is completely oblivious to my grand scheme. Everyone is. And I can’t be stopped. Nobody has the means to stop me. The two people that could possible stop me are for all intents and purposes, out of the equation. Alicia is out there somewhere looking at her own ass and chasing her tail trying to find me, even though I’ll always be six or seven steps ahead of her.”
“As for me, well let’s just say he’s more sedated now than he ever was when he was on medication. I control his every thought, his every idea, and his every move. His body is mine, and he is now the one trapped in someone’s skull. I am liberated, he is imprisoned. And the most amazing part is, he doesn’t realize this in the least bit. He thinks we are a cohesive team, working together towards a collective goal of becoming the best wrestler in this rat hole of a company. In a way, he’s right, but the way we are going to do that is completely different than what he expects. You see, he thinks that we are going to take the moral road, where I shake everyone’s hand and kiss ass and play patty cake right until we get that big win. No. That idea exists only in Narnia. It is locked away, along with the rest of Ace’s irrelevant being.”
“Have you ever heard the saying ‘nice guys finish last?’ Well guess what, it’s true. Look whose on top right now. Michael Kyzer, the scum of the world. I mean look at all those cute little nicknames he’s earned himself. He’s a terrible person. Luckily for me, so am I. I will punch my grandmother in her ovaries and smile at her face afterwards if I knew it would further me to where I wanted. Me and Michael Kyzer have quite a bit in common, I mean other than the fact that I don’t have two other guys riding my dick at various hours of the day. But you see, I’m smarter than him. That is where Raider fits into this whole equation.”
“You see, Michael Kyzer and the rest of the New Epoch are the only people in the entire WFWF who are willing to do absolutely whatever it takes to get to where they want to be; the only people other than me. That’s why when Raider approached me, asking me for my help in ridding the WFWF of these little hooligans and fighting the good fight or whatever bulls*** he was trying to shove down my throat. At that moment I saw it as an opportunity. I saw it as an opportunity to rid this place of my only competition. Once Kyzer and his bed brothers are out of the equation, then I can lie, cheat, f***, whatever it takes, straight to the top of the mountain. And I will be the only one that has the balls to do it.”
“Raider thinks that I’m some freedom fighter looking to liberate the WFWF from the clutches of the evil villain Michael Kyzer. I’m not Braden Munroe. I’m not Shawn Malakai. I don’t have delusions of making the WFWF a better place. That’s impossible. There will always be scum bags in this company. None of that actually matters to me in the end, as long as I’m the scum bag at the top of the food chain. Once Raider helps me get Kyzer out of the way, I’ll take care of him too. But for now, I need him. I realize that I won’t be able to do this by myself, I’m not an idiot. Raider is now a key to my rise. As long as he’s not completely incompetent, everything should turn out well.”
“This match at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, it doesn’t even really matter. Who knows, I might lose on purpose just to give him this idea that he is the ‘leader.’ At this point, it doesn’t even matter. None of this really matters, because the end result is going to be the same. All I know is that Raider is only going to feel a small fraction of the pain in our match at this show that he will feel after I’m done with him. Raider, you are nothing but another number in this equation for me. I can subtract you as quickly as I’ve added you. Because in the end, the only thing that matters to me is that after the equals sign, comes me with that WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. Best of luck, buddy.”[/i]
- Ace
[/font]OOC: This is intended to be two different scenes going on at around the same time that are centered around the flashback in between the two tables. I hope that it isn't too confusing. I wanted to try something different, and felt this was a pretty good idea and I feel it looks nice and unique now that it's in front of me all coded. I feel this is my best RP ever, so I hope you enjoy. I proofread and everything.
Constructive criticism appreciated, always wanna get better.
