Post by Kyzer on Oct 9, 2011 22:30:31 GMT -5
Kyzer Is Going To Die
What will Kyzer do?
He finds himself in a situation. It is one of his own making. Kyzer is stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place. He finds himself in the middle of a gang of feared men. Things don’t look good. It looks like he might have just gotten himself in over his head. What a predicament Michael is in….
On one side we have Trace Demon….
He is a man who at one time sat on top of the WFWF. As a former World Heavyweight Champion, he has shown that he has what it takes to get the job done. He has the talent, the look, and the charisma win over the people who built this place…the fans. Trace Demon now has his sights on Michael Kyzer. Trace is not someone to overlook, Kyzer could easily find himself on the losing end of things. He has that deep introspective thing going that usually belongs to geniuses. He has that cagey awareness that you find in people who have become survivors. He isn’t someone to be taken lightly….
Beware of Trace Demon….
On the other side we have Ace Bennett….
Here is a man who has infusing some new blood in the WFWF. He has quickly come up the ranks even nabbing himself a National Title to the résumé. He has that speed and risk taking attitude, that hard to prepare for. He intends to make his name in the WFWF and that can be a dangerous thing. He managed to get a one up on Kyzer already. It could only be a matter of time before he continues to up hand Michael. Youth, speed, unyielding will, these are qualities that could make things bad for Michael. He isn’t someone to underestimate….
Beware of Ace Bennett….
What will Kyzer do?
He made his return. He may have done it at the expense of the wrong two men. Michael took it upon himself to interject himself in between an already intense feud. He attacked two superstars from behind, without reason. These two men have turned their sights on him now. How can he succeed when he is being hunted by two daring men such as Ace Bennett and Trace Demon?
He is in the middle of a storm….
Kyzer looks to the future that he has created. A shot at the World Heavyweight Title lies at the end, and courtesy of his own actions two wolves are focused on it also. By attacking Ace and Trace, and then by giving them more incentive, it could be said that Michael has dug his own grave. Vegas wouldn’t have held him at very good odds. He would be getting points. The spread might just be too much for Kyzer to cover. Especially if he ripped apart by wolves….
What will Kyzer do?
His only ally in this war is a musician, the infamous, the genius front man of Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst. But what could Fred add to the fight besides his gifted musical stylings? Fred is not a trained wrestler; he doesn’t know how to fight like Mr. Bennett and Mr. Demon. It looks like Kyzer has thrown his lot in with the wrong people when preparing for this war. Kyzer might not have the best field position….
His reputation might be greater than reality….
Could Kyzer have just been out of the game for too long? Is it possible that he is too old? Or could it be that the drugs have finally taken their toll? Was he just overrated as people believed? Maybe he is past his prime, maybe he just came back once too often, or maybe he never had it to begin with. Perception and reality is everything. Both would tell you that this isn’t the Kyzer that myths talked about. Trace and Ace might be able to make history here. Could they conquer the man who unleashed a reign of anarchy and chaos upon the WFWF?
What happened to Kyzer?
Hold on…
Let’s go back here…
Praise for both Ace Bennett and Trace Demon…Respect for the abilities of both…The very real chance that they could beat Kyzer…The future of the WFWF…Kyzer past his prime…Kyzer is an old man…Trace Demon is a fear instilling badass…Ace Bennett is has the talent to make things happen that no normal man could…Kyzer is going to lose…Kyzer is in a can’t win situation…
Is that right?
Is that what I am hearing?
Let’s get real…
I can’t do this anymore…
I don’t even believe this stuff, and I am the one saying it…
People, I am lying. I am feeding you bullsh~t. You are crazy to think that this was truth. Seriously? How f~cking gullible can you be?
This was bullsh~t. It was never true. Take everything I said there and reality is opposite. Ace and Trace can’t even possibly believe that trash I was talking.
What will Kyzer do?
A f~ck off to both…Kyzer’s going to get high….
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Lost Horizon
Have you ever felt that rush you get right before you put that straw to your nose? Or how about that one you get when you put the syringe to the spoon? Or maybe even the more common one when you put the lighter to that blunt? It is something that happens when you know you are about to get that feeling…you know the one, the one that takes you Shangri La.
That would be Heaven, Eden, Nirvana, or Purgatory if that is your preference. It is different for everyone. For me personally, I call it Shangri La. Something within Lost Horizon just called to me, the idea of a place where you can live forever…immortality. It is something that just beckoned to me. Shangri La, a little piece of paradise tucked away from all the ugly, it is like a dream. The closest I will ever get there is when that high hits the sweet spot. It doesn’t matter what I take to get there, the destination is always the same. That point, that feeling, that state of being…that is my Shangri La. I am immortal there. I don’t see the ugliness of reality, of the world. It is nothing but peace with an Oriental touch.
The anticipation of that feeling is what I am talking about though. That is what concerns me now. That is the state of my life. In constant anticipation. It isn’t about a high though; it isn’t about my traditional paradise. I have found something new to take me to Shangri La.
The path is set before me. And now it is nothing but anxiety and eagerness to arrive there now until I arrive.
Unfortunately on this path before me stand two lost boys. I am not talking about the 1987 movie, they aren’t that cool. They would probably fit in either of the sh~tty sequels though. Ace Bennett and Trace Demon, they seek to prevent me from reaching my Shangri La. We can’t have that now can we.
No one wants to see Kyzer fall. He is the reason why we watch these ridiculous shows. It certainly isn’t because Thunder and Shawn Malakai draw in the ratings. And while people enjoy the EBR shtick it is overplayed and has lost its edge.
The people want something different. They want to see something they haven’t seen in quite some time.
It is time for the return of Kyzer TV.
There was once a day where he was plastered everywhere, when he had his hand in every pie, figuratively…and literally. He was the face of the WFWF. The ratings were high, people took interest, and they watched week to week just to see what Kyzer would do. They would watch to see if he would get his comeuppance. They wanted to see him fall. The higher he rose, the more the people hated on him, the more they were interested in seeing him fail. He looked down at everyone, from heights that no one, not even Alex Sean has attained.
That is the Shangri La I refer to. It may be confusing because I use the same name for two different things. But they aren’t different. It is about that feeling of power and control, it is all about having that feeling of invincibility, and it is all about immortality. There are just a couple of ways of to accomplish it. I want to cement myself there.
And on that road sits two sh~ts. They sit like two sh~ts that came out sideways of Snookie sh~thole. That is some gross sh~t there. I am sure just by that rather vivid description it obvious of whom I speak. I don’t need to throw out names. But these two gentlemen, I will call them that for risk of damaging their self-esteem even more think they will have what I want.
The World Heavyweight Title…It isn’t as good a name as Intergalactic Spaceman Title but it carries the same weight in the minds of the fans. It carries with it, the stigma of the best, the greatest, the top dog; it carries with it a giant gift to the ego. It causes in echo in time and space. It brings importance in the eyes of the people who turn in every night and come to every event. It brings their love, their hate, their attention. It brings the spotlight. That is what I want.
Immortality…Shangri La…The World Heavyweight Title…Kyzer TV…
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Scene: Kyzer being cool and Durst being a bitch
Location: Malibu, California
Date: 10/6/2011
Time: 7:53pm
Now you got the info. Why are we in Malibu? Are not the next show and the pay per view both in New Orleans? Malibu is a bit far from there. That is obvious. Why we are in Malibu instead though is not so. Unless you want to use that New Orleans is a sh~thole smite by God with the evidence being Hurricane Katrina. Or that every sports team from there has been trash for long. There is nothing to celebrate about Drew Bres and CP3 is smart enough to get out next year where he will head to the Knicks to win championships. Is that too diluted for you to understand? If not then the answer is actually just that obvious. New Orleans sucks. Malibu doesn’t.
That is why we find Hero here. The focal point of our story is hanging with the Bitch at his Malibu pad. the Bitch is that cliché that he is a washed up rock star who settled in Malibu. Hero doesn’t care though; it is all the same to him. At least he doesn’t have to spend as much time in Louisiana. He would rather be Pompeii when the Romans sacked it. The air is warm for October, as they hang out on a deck overlooking a piece of beach.
Wait doesn’t this sound familiar? Didn’t someone else use a beach house for something? Meh. It probably wasn’t interesting.
So Hero and the Bitch are chilling on the deck. Hero is listening to the Bitch run his mouth about something uninteresting. It has all been the same since the Bitch took a beating, or should I say got ambushed. Don’t want the Bitch getting upset about phrasing. He has been complaining since, Hero on the other hand has passed the whole experience from his mind. It helps to summon a blunt through his magic powers. Even take now for example, Hero is enjoying a magic gift now. Being stoned helps ease the pain of the Bitch’s voice.
“We got to get those motherf~ckers, man. We can’t let them punk us like that.”
Hero ignores the Bitch’s cry. He is too consumed hitting the blunt while eye f~cking a piece of ass on the beach. He had to give it to the Bitch, location is dope.
Yes I just referred to something as dope. Haters.
“You listening to me man? We need to do something.”
the Bitch grabs Hero’s attention finally. the Bitch reaches for Hero’s blunt but Hero pretends to ignore that.
“We will get things even soon enough. Just relax man. There is no need to have your period everywhere.”
the Bitch doesn’t look happy. It is probably the comparison to him being like a woman on the rag.
“I am a rock star, not a wrestler. I don’t normally get hit with a chair from out of nowhere and then get beat on. It gets me more than just pissed bro. I am no bitch.”
But you are the Bitch, bitch. So much whining. Man up.
“You were made to look stupid too, bro. You need to get your heat back.”
He just fails to understand how this works. Hero knows what needs to be done.
“I said relax. I got things under control.”
“Really? Like you got the production guys under control? You promised to use our entrance music again and then didn’t deliver. And you blame the production guys. I thought you were some kind of badass around there. You look like a punk to me.”
Hero looks over at the Bitch for the first time. He contemplates kicking him in the face and dropping him over the balcony. It is about a fifteen foot drop. That would seriously hurt. Then the thought of police and ambulances coming around filters in that. That means Hero would have to find someone else to exploit for a place to stay. Too much work.
“You got a mouth on yourself.”
“I am just making a point.”
the Bitch realizes he may have crossed a line there.
“I don’t understand where you are going with this.”
Hero just grins as he continues to bogart the blunt. He enjoys his smoke like Coach K likes winning.
“Then just listen to me and relax. Things will make sense.”
the Bitch accepts that answer.
“Okay. Then we should focus on how bad you are going to beat that punk Ace in New Orleans.”
“What is with this ‘we’ thing?”
“I am coming with you. We are a team now bro. I got your back.”
That inspires confidence in Hero. That was also sarcasm.
“That might be a good idea. I will need someone to watch my back. There are some crazies out there.”
Hero doesn’t really believe that the Bitch will provide much support but Hero has reasons for everything. Even the Bitch has a role. Hero is the best author of stories involving complicated webs of deceit. Not even the ‘Archetype’ can do it as well.
“I gotcha ya covered.”
the Bitch is one clueless bastard.
“I got some things already lined up for Ace. I have my bases covered. I am a God for a reason.”
Hero is quite confident in himself going into this show. Ace better have the same confidence or he will just get pissed on. Nobody enjoys golden shower except maybe Thunder. Taking shots at everyone. Eat a dick.
“That is the man I had heard about. That is what I want to see.”
Could the Bitch be more flaming? Hero just ignores the Bitch’s growing erection. He is used to knobs wanting to hump his leg. Everything is falling into place with the story. It is about time to close this chapter, not too much longer. Then Hero can begin his grander adventures. It is all leading to something. It will be like Christmas morning when it all becomes apparent. Don’t want to get too deep here, want to make it easy for those who have limited abilities. Take a guess as to who that was directed at….
What will Kyzer do?
He finds himself in a situation. It is one of his own making. Kyzer is stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place. He finds himself in the middle of a gang of feared men. Things don’t look good. It looks like he might have just gotten himself in over his head. What a predicament Michael is in….
On one side we have Trace Demon….
He is a man who at one time sat on top of the WFWF. As a former World Heavyweight Champion, he has shown that he has what it takes to get the job done. He has the talent, the look, and the charisma win over the people who built this place…the fans. Trace Demon now has his sights on Michael Kyzer. Trace is not someone to overlook, Kyzer could easily find himself on the losing end of things. He has that deep introspective thing going that usually belongs to geniuses. He has that cagey awareness that you find in people who have become survivors. He isn’t someone to be taken lightly….
Beware of Trace Demon….
On the other side we have Ace Bennett….
Here is a man who has infusing some new blood in the WFWF. He has quickly come up the ranks even nabbing himself a National Title to the résumé. He has that speed and risk taking attitude, that hard to prepare for. He intends to make his name in the WFWF and that can be a dangerous thing. He managed to get a one up on Kyzer already. It could only be a matter of time before he continues to up hand Michael. Youth, speed, unyielding will, these are qualities that could make things bad for Michael. He isn’t someone to underestimate….
Beware of Ace Bennett….
What will Kyzer do?
He made his return. He may have done it at the expense of the wrong two men. Michael took it upon himself to interject himself in between an already intense feud. He attacked two superstars from behind, without reason. These two men have turned their sights on him now. How can he succeed when he is being hunted by two daring men such as Ace Bennett and Trace Demon?
He is in the middle of a storm….
Kyzer looks to the future that he has created. A shot at the World Heavyweight Title lies at the end, and courtesy of his own actions two wolves are focused on it also. By attacking Ace and Trace, and then by giving them more incentive, it could be said that Michael has dug his own grave. Vegas wouldn’t have held him at very good odds. He would be getting points. The spread might just be too much for Kyzer to cover. Especially if he ripped apart by wolves….
What will Kyzer do?
His only ally in this war is a musician, the infamous, the genius front man of Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst. But what could Fred add to the fight besides his gifted musical stylings? Fred is not a trained wrestler; he doesn’t know how to fight like Mr. Bennett and Mr. Demon. It looks like Kyzer has thrown his lot in with the wrong people when preparing for this war. Kyzer might not have the best field position….
His reputation might be greater than reality….
Could Kyzer have just been out of the game for too long? Is it possible that he is too old? Or could it be that the drugs have finally taken their toll? Was he just overrated as people believed? Maybe he is past his prime, maybe he just came back once too often, or maybe he never had it to begin with. Perception and reality is everything. Both would tell you that this isn’t the Kyzer that myths talked about. Trace and Ace might be able to make history here. Could they conquer the man who unleashed a reign of anarchy and chaos upon the WFWF?
What happened to Kyzer?
Hold on…
Let’s go back here…
Praise for both Ace Bennett and Trace Demon…Respect for the abilities of both…The very real chance that they could beat Kyzer…The future of the WFWF…Kyzer past his prime…Kyzer is an old man…Trace Demon is a fear instilling badass…Ace Bennett is has the talent to make things happen that no normal man could…Kyzer is going to lose…Kyzer is in a can’t win situation…
Is that right?
Is that what I am hearing?
Let’s get real…
I can’t do this anymore…
I don’t even believe this stuff, and I am the one saying it…
People, I am lying. I am feeding you bullsh~t. You are crazy to think that this was truth. Seriously? How f~cking gullible can you be?
This was bullsh~t. It was never true. Take everything I said there and reality is opposite. Ace and Trace can’t even possibly believe that trash I was talking.
What will Kyzer do?
A f~ck off to both…Kyzer’s going to get high….
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Lost Horizon
Have you ever felt that rush you get right before you put that straw to your nose? Or how about that one you get when you put the syringe to the spoon? Or maybe even the more common one when you put the lighter to that blunt? It is something that happens when you know you are about to get that feeling…you know the one, the one that takes you Shangri La.
That would be Heaven, Eden, Nirvana, or Purgatory if that is your preference. It is different for everyone. For me personally, I call it Shangri La. Something within Lost Horizon just called to me, the idea of a place where you can live forever…immortality. It is something that just beckoned to me. Shangri La, a little piece of paradise tucked away from all the ugly, it is like a dream. The closest I will ever get there is when that high hits the sweet spot. It doesn’t matter what I take to get there, the destination is always the same. That point, that feeling, that state of being…that is my Shangri La. I am immortal there. I don’t see the ugliness of reality, of the world. It is nothing but peace with an Oriental touch.
The anticipation of that feeling is what I am talking about though. That is what concerns me now. That is the state of my life. In constant anticipation. It isn’t about a high though; it isn’t about my traditional paradise. I have found something new to take me to Shangri La.
The path is set before me. And now it is nothing but anxiety and eagerness to arrive there now until I arrive.
Unfortunately on this path before me stand two lost boys. I am not talking about the 1987 movie, they aren’t that cool. They would probably fit in either of the sh~tty sequels though. Ace Bennett and Trace Demon, they seek to prevent me from reaching my Shangri La. We can’t have that now can we.
No one wants to see Kyzer fall. He is the reason why we watch these ridiculous shows. It certainly isn’t because Thunder and Shawn Malakai draw in the ratings. And while people enjoy the EBR shtick it is overplayed and has lost its edge.
The people want something different. They want to see something they haven’t seen in quite some time.
It is time for the return of Kyzer TV.
There was once a day where he was plastered everywhere, when he had his hand in every pie, figuratively…and literally. He was the face of the WFWF. The ratings were high, people took interest, and they watched week to week just to see what Kyzer would do. They would watch to see if he would get his comeuppance. They wanted to see him fall. The higher he rose, the more the people hated on him, the more they were interested in seeing him fail. He looked down at everyone, from heights that no one, not even Alex Sean has attained.
That is the Shangri La I refer to. It may be confusing because I use the same name for two different things. But they aren’t different. It is about that feeling of power and control, it is all about having that feeling of invincibility, and it is all about immortality. There are just a couple of ways of to accomplish it. I want to cement myself there.
And on that road sits two sh~ts. They sit like two sh~ts that came out sideways of Snookie sh~thole. That is some gross sh~t there. I am sure just by that rather vivid description it obvious of whom I speak. I don’t need to throw out names. But these two gentlemen, I will call them that for risk of damaging their self-esteem even more think they will have what I want.
The World Heavyweight Title…It isn’t as good a name as Intergalactic Spaceman Title but it carries the same weight in the minds of the fans. It carries with it, the stigma of the best, the greatest, the top dog; it carries with it a giant gift to the ego. It causes in echo in time and space. It brings importance in the eyes of the people who turn in every night and come to every event. It brings their love, their hate, their attention. It brings the spotlight. That is what I want.
Immortality…Shangri La…The World Heavyweight Title…Kyzer TV…
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Scene: Kyzer being cool and Durst being a bitch
Location: Malibu, California
Date: 10/6/2011
Time: 7:53pm
Now you got the info. Why are we in Malibu? Are not the next show and the pay per view both in New Orleans? Malibu is a bit far from there. That is obvious. Why we are in Malibu instead though is not so. Unless you want to use that New Orleans is a sh~thole smite by God with the evidence being Hurricane Katrina. Or that every sports team from there has been trash for long. There is nothing to celebrate about Drew Bres and CP3 is smart enough to get out next year where he will head to the Knicks to win championships. Is that too diluted for you to understand? If not then the answer is actually just that obvious. New Orleans sucks. Malibu doesn’t.
That is why we find Hero here. The focal point of our story is hanging with the Bitch at his Malibu pad. the Bitch is that cliché that he is a washed up rock star who settled in Malibu. Hero doesn’t care though; it is all the same to him. At least he doesn’t have to spend as much time in Louisiana. He would rather be Pompeii when the Romans sacked it. The air is warm for October, as they hang out on a deck overlooking a piece of beach.
Wait doesn’t this sound familiar? Didn’t someone else use a beach house for something? Meh. It probably wasn’t interesting.
So Hero and the Bitch are chilling on the deck. Hero is listening to the Bitch run his mouth about something uninteresting. It has all been the same since the Bitch took a beating, or should I say got ambushed. Don’t want the Bitch getting upset about phrasing. He has been complaining since, Hero on the other hand has passed the whole experience from his mind. It helps to summon a blunt through his magic powers. Even take now for example, Hero is enjoying a magic gift now. Being stoned helps ease the pain of the Bitch’s voice.
“We got to get those motherf~ckers, man. We can’t let them punk us like that.”
Hero ignores the Bitch’s cry. He is too consumed hitting the blunt while eye f~cking a piece of ass on the beach. He had to give it to the Bitch, location is dope.
Yes I just referred to something as dope. Haters.
“You listening to me man? We need to do something.”
the Bitch grabs Hero’s attention finally. the Bitch reaches for Hero’s blunt but Hero pretends to ignore that.
“We will get things even soon enough. Just relax man. There is no need to have your period everywhere.”
the Bitch doesn’t look happy. It is probably the comparison to him being like a woman on the rag.
“I am a rock star, not a wrestler. I don’t normally get hit with a chair from out of nowhere and then get beat on. It gets me more than just pissed bro. I am no bitch.”
But you are the Bitch, bitch. So much whining. Man up.
“You were made to look stupid too, bro. You need to get your heat back.”
He just fails to understand how this works. Hero knows what needs to be done.
“I said relax. I got things under control.”
“Really? Like you got the production guys under control? You promised to use our entrance music again and then didn’t deliver. And you blame the production guys. I thought you were some kind of badass around there. You look like a punk to me.”
Hero looks over at the Bitch for the first time. He contemplates kicking him in the face and dropping him over the balcony. It is about a fifteen foot drop. That would seriously hurt. Then the thought of police and ambulances coming around filters in that. That means Hero would have to find someone else to exploit for a place to stay. Too much work.
“You got a mouth on yourself.”
“I am just making a point.”
the Bitch realizes he may have crossed a line there.
“I don’t understand where you are going with this.”
Hero just grins as he continues to bogart the blunt. He enjoys his smoke like Coach K likes winning.
“Then just listen to me and relax. Things will make sense.”
the Bitch accepts that answer.
“Okay. Then we should focus on how bad you are going to beat that punk Ace in New Orleans.”
“What is with this ‘we’ thing?”
“I am coming with you. We are a team now bro. I got your back.”
That inspires confidence in Hero. That was also sarcasm.
“That might be a good idea. I will need someone to watch my back. There are some crazies out there.”
Hero doesn’t really believe that the Bitch will provide much support but Hero has reasons for everything. Even the Bitch has a role. Hero is the best author of stories involving complicated webs of deceit. Not even the ‘Archetype’ can do it as well.
“I gotcha ya covered.”
the Bitch is one clueless bastard.
“I got some things already lined up for Ace. I have my bases covered. I am a God for a reason.”
Hero is quite confident in himself going into this show. Ace better have the same confidence or he will just get pissed on. Nobody enjoys golden shower except maybe Thunder. Taking shots at everyone. Eat a dick.
“That is the man I had heard about. That is what I want to see.”
Could the Bitch be more flaming? Hero just ignores the Bitch’s growing erection. He is used to knobs wanting to hump his leg. Everything is falling into place with the story. It is about time to close this chapter, not too much longer. Then Hero can begin his grander adventures. It is all leading to something. It will be like Christmas morning when it all becomes apparent. Don’t want to get too deep here, want to make it easy for those who have limited abilities. Take a guess as to who that was directed at….
