Post by Kyzer on Nov 27, 2011 23:28:49 GMT -5
The Reign begins…
What did I say I was going to do?
I said I was going to go into Superbrawl and make Ace and Trace my bitches. What happened at Superbrawl? I made Ace, Trace and EBR my bitch.
I said I was going to put down two worthless mutts; I did one even better and put down three.
And I came out of Superbrawl with something that I said I was going to obtain before too long…
I am the World Heavyweight Champion.
Michael Kyzer is on top again.
Is anyone really surprised? Is it a shocker that to end Superbrawl I stop over EBR with the title in hand?
In fact I think everyone was.
It seems like I have had a bunch of doubters since I returned. I heard the whispers that Kyzer can’t win, that Kyzer is too old, that he is too much of a junkie and whatnot. I am not ignorant here when it comes to what people think of me around here. They are just eating sh~t now though.
The Reign of Kyzer begins…
Can I get a f~ck yeah out of everyone?
This is a time for excitement, this is a time for rejoicing.
The WFWF is now relevant again.
EBR did no favors when he was the face of this company. Not being able to handle his sh~t is why he lost focus and ended up with that overstretched, ridiculously stupid feud with Alex. He was too blinded to see that it was obvious he was being used from the beginning. I knew the story before it played out. Did you think I wouldn’t be there when Kraig needed someone to finish you off? You just thought that you would leave Superbrawl and the WFWF with that title? I knew how the story was going to play out. It has been done before son, now go back to Canada and weep for the wreckage that is your career and legacy. Loser.
But what now?
We got a new boss, we got a new champion, we got people returning, we got people leaving. What does this mean for the future?
Who cares…Kyzer is the champ…bitch….
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Scene: Kyzer and his boy
Location: Seattle, WA
Date: 8/25/2011
Time: 5:18pm
He called me before I could call him. I was planning on it. I recently found myself in a situation that could use a little infusion from my British brother. So it was convenient when he said he wanted to see me. I didn’t even bother questioning why he wanted copious amounts of prescription drugs. I was just concerned with getting him there too. I want him with me when I walk back into the spotlight. It only seems right, it was the two of us who gripped that place in fear, and it was the two of us who were so inspirational that jackoffs could emulate us. We brought a standard that has not been reproduced. We set the standard years ago, and now we could have the chance to set it again.
That brings me to why I am searching him out at a subway station. I don’t know why he couldn’t just come to the house for this sh~t but he didn’t want to and now I am here. As I scan the crowd here, I see a lot of regular people. You know, the ones who live out ordinary lives without excitement or any thrill. I hate these people. Ordinary f~cking people.
I finally spot the man I am looking for. He is making gestures towards a child. He isn’t pulling any Penn State sh~t, it is more of gestures suggesting he is about to murder a kid. I notice the woman who was eye-f~cking up to that point, and her look of disgust. Typical I guess.
Kyzer: Are you scaring women again?
He laughs. He seems to love making a scene more than me. I always enjoy seeing Drakz. He has been a comrade in arms whenever I have needed one. I remember when I first set foot in the WFWF. He was making his mark at the time, he was the International Champion and about to take off to further heights. I was unknown and not very well liked. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but everything just came together and I found myself with someone to watch my back. Even though I fear nothing and worry about nothing, there is a feeling you get when you don’t find yourself alone. It is a feeling of security. Not to mention, he is entertaining. There are too many people in this world that are dreadfully boring.
Drakz: If stuff like that offends them, then there's really no point in taking them home with me now is there?
Truth.
Kyzer: Good to see you bro.
Drakz: You too Mike. It's been a while.
Kyzer: Couple of months. Where have you been? You just dropped off the radar.
Drakz: You know how it is, sometimes your own voices are enough to keep you company…..or drive you a little up the wall.
It has been a while since I last saw Drakz, but he looks rougher than last time I saw him. He looks like he has been on a meth binge that lasted a few years. It is kind of sad to see the iconic British hero like this. I hope I can help him. It is always sad to see bad things happen to good people.
Kyzer: I'm not gonna lie brother you look like sh~t warmed up, have you been sleeping?
Drakz: Not this week.
Kyzer: Then it seems you rang the doctor just in time.
Drakz: Did you manage to get everything?
Kyzer: Of course man, you didn't think old Kyzer would let you down now did you?
Why would he ever doubt me? I haven’t let him down yet, at least not that I can remember. Man wants drugs, Kyzer will give him drugs. That is the way Kyzer rolls.
Drakz: Why do you think I rang you? And contrary to popular belief you're not old, you're f~cking ancient.
Dick. I could still f~ck him up. I give him a punch to the chest for good measure. I could totally take Drakz.
Kyzer: I'm still young enough to kill your ass.
Drakz: I wouldn't take much killing at the moment.
He rubs his chest as he eyeballs the bag I gave him. I can see he wants what is in the bag. I have never seen this side to Drakz, the one where the junkie hunger is itching to take over. He needs to get that under control or he is going to good for nothing except pissing and sh~tting.
Kyzer: How are things then?
I ask that question with sincerity because I don’t ever ask it. I usually float through life not caring how other people are actually doing. Drakz and I have a different relationship though. He is someone I actually possess respect for. Unbelievable isn’t it.
Drakz: I've been losing it a little recently, not like before but I can feel it coming on. It's burning hot man, in my head, and so f~cking itchy.
He actually sounds like a junkie you see on a TLC special or one of those channels that only women and homosexuals watch. I start to wonder if Drakz is going to offer head in exchange for drugs. I am not down with a dude smoking my stick.
Drakz: It feels like pressure but I know it's nothing physical.
Kyzer: Sounds like you've been hitting it too hard, I thought your little episode before would have helped you learn your limits?
Only pussies have limits and can’t control their sh~t. I’ll give Drakz the benefit of the doubt here.
Drakz: That's the thing though, I haven't touched anything but weed for months. It's not drugs keeping me awake all night Mike.
I step into the car with Drakz behind. I hate this, this is why I have a car. I am crammed around a bunch of ugly, lame mouth breathers. I quickly scan the car and after not seeing a woman worth hitting on, I turn towards Drakz. There is a mass of people between us, but I could give a sh~t less about discretion or being considerate.
Kyzer: And you think all the stuff I've got you will help?
Drakz: If it doesn't I'm gonna kill someone.
Kyzer: Yeah?
Drakz: I'm not even talking metaphorically or just threats here. I literally mean I might strangle someone. It might not solve the problem but I think it would take my mind off things.
If he goes a homicidal rampage I’ll have to give him a list to work off of. There are definitely some people I wouldn’t mind if he snubbed out. I would rather him stay out of jail though. He could throw himself into a coma with the right combination in that bag. Either way that is a lose-lose situation for me. He becomes useless in a coma also. What a predicament he is in…
Kyzer: Well there's enough valium alone in there to put a rhino down, so I shouldn't go out buying leather gloves just yet.
I look around at some people staying incredulously at us. They judge us with their eyes, they think they are better than us because that are yelling about drugs and killing people. F~ck them, I am better looking and get more ass. That is all that matters here.
Kyzer: Do you fancy grabbing a drink before you head off? I've got a proposition for you.
As I ask the question I notice it looks like his dick in some chink’s coat pocket. I pretend not to notice. Although I find this amusing, he is on his own when he gets nailed for sexual assault. I am a parent, a bad parent, but not one who wants to get wrapped up in some sick drama like that. “Did you witness the defendant put his penis in the victim’s pocket?” That is not a question I am ready to be asked.
Drakz: Sure.
The train hits our stop and I make for the exit. I leave Drakz for dead as I depart that horrible cage. I take a big breath when I get out. I hate public transportation, I feel like it is for the disenfranchised. I am not that. I am definitely above this sh~t, always have and always will. I think Drakz forgot that. Unlike him, I have no desire to associate myself around people like this. I have standards. F~ck Drakz for wanting to take the subway.
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Times to Remember Forever
Everything is happening as it should in the universe. I am on top, Drakz is on top and we are the envy of everyone.
So what’s next? Or should I say what chump is next?
EBR is gone, it isn’t like he is coming for a rematch. Alex Sean has gone into hiding as he likes to do when he fails. Thunder loses to Immune version 2.0 and well Trace is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
I guess one of the names at the top of the list is someone that I face at Loaded. Someone who is teaming with Trace and already overshadows him.
Hutton Brown.
He would be our National Champion, he would be undefeated so far in the WFWF. He recently beat Obo with the Jew name. Been there and done that. So what will you bring to the table son? Are you going to bring youth, charisma and a fighting spirit? Are you going to bring a mind that can tactfully bring me to my knees while you try to stick your cock in my mouth? Or will you simply fall flat because everyone you have faced so far hasn’t been named Michael Kyzer or Drakz?
I would say the last one if I really had to choose.
Hutton, you can exorcise your demons and use that to beat Obo. That just won’t work against me or against Drakz.
Not only will you be facing the two most badass men in the history of the WFWF, you also have to do it while teamed up with perennial loser Trace Demon.
Hutton the best career advice I can tell you is to either A) take your beating like you have a sack or B) the smart choice, just don’t show up and leave Trace for dead. I root for option B, simply because I want to see Trace’s face when he realizes that he is about to be ripped apart by wolves. F~cking hungry wolves at that. The type that haven’t had a meal in a few days and really want to get their teeth into some flesh. Those are some gangster wolves there.
Run Hutton, run.
Trace, I will own you again. You thought you had things wrapped up at Superbrawl, and I ruined your moment. Just like Drakz ruined your moment with his return. Your station in life is at the feet of better men. You may have once been ‘someone’ but it is obvious that time has passed. Maybe you should rip me some more and abandon your child for a few years, maybe then you can fail upwards again. Everyone knows your career is a fluke son. Just accept it like the bitch that you are.
You have lost to Ace, Obo with the Jew name, and myself in the past several months. It doesn’t seem like much is going in your favor. Your name is meaningless at this point, your reputation is a joke now. What will you do Trace? Are you going to be desperate to show that you still have it or to prove that you ever had it? Momentum is against you young douchebag.
Trace, there is no other way to put it, you are f~cked….
You are going to seriously wish you had become a stay at home father. When you get into that ring with me again, I am going to crush you again. And things are only going to get worse. You will start to think about that baby girl while your face is being smashed. You are going to wish you could have seen her grow up, pop that cherry, work that pole and make you proud as a father. You will think back to that receptacle that birthed her and wished you made her an honest woman instead of just another slut with a kid. Your life is going to flash before your eyes. It isn’t going to fun, you aren’t going to enjoy it, you’ll even wish that you had done more to leave an impact. But it won’t matter…
Seconds later, I’m going to kill you. F~cking homicide bro. It is going to be cold, gangster and straight up vicious. People will get up tomorrow, hit up twitter and facebook making it a hot topic. It will be the most attention that Trace Demon ever received, if only he hadn’t been killed by Kyzer.
I am going to murder you…
I am tired of this charade. It is a farce to have me face you again. I’ll make it where I never have to suffer through another boring episode…
Sorry Trace…I’ll comfort Alexa in her moment of grief…She’ll forget all about you and her life will mean something…That is my gift to you….
Loaded is going to be about Kyzer and Drakz. It is going to be about my shiny new title. The question going in isn’t who is going to run things, no one cares about that in comparison. It isn’t going to be what will happen to EBR or what over the top violent stunt Obo with the Jew name will perform for attention. It will be everyone tuning in to see just how Kyzer celebrates his triumph on live television.
It will be epic. Motherf~cking Epic.
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Scene: Kyzer and Mini Kyzer Thanksgiving
Location: Seattle, WA
Date: 11/24/2011
Time: 2:18pm
It is certainly a time to be thankful. I only wish I could believe that for myself. For me to be thankful, I wouldn’t be sitting here taking care of a kid when I could be out f~cking some skeeze from University of Washington or at the very least be anywhere else. What kind of father says that about his own kid? I do. Some people were made to parents and some weren’t. There is a small percentage within the one’s that weren’t that believe that it is a woman’s job to take her birth control. That being said, a person who falls into that category usually ends up with several unwanted children. The struggles of our lives.
It is certainly the struggle for me as I find myself having to be the parent of a five year old. So we have Michael Kyzer, the reigning badass of the WFWF for the way he snuffed out EBR’s career, celebrating thanksgiving with a five year old who is wearing, ironically, an EBR t-shirt. It is as if he is mocking me, I end his career and my kid ends my freedom. I am craving a blunt right now, but getting stoned would be horrible parenting. Everything in me wants to say f~ck all and toke up. I just find myself doing the right thing here. I am turning into a p~ssy.
Gavin: Daddy, is it time for the four niners to play?
Not only is my kid an EBR fan, he is a San Francisco fan. His mother really ruined this kid.
Kyzer: Do you really want to watch them play? You do know you live in Seattle right?
Gavin: Seattle stinks. Go niners!
He throws a fist up like a black panther. I have a lot I have to work with here with this kid. We sit in my living room. He is on my Throne eating some turkey from a plate my ex-wife dropped off earlier. I guess Ashley didn’t think that I would be cooking today. She’s was right in assuming that. My thanksgivings usually involve drugs and sluts, so actually eating and doing a ‘normal’ thanksgiving are foreign concepts to me. I am relaxing on the couch watching him as something catches his gaze. He hops down off the Throne and puts his plate on it. He walks over to whatever has interested him and grabs it to bring over to me. As he comes closer I see the twinkle of gold and know what he has found.
Gavin: What is this?
He is holding the Intergalactic Spaceman Title. I was doing some lines off it after my return and forgot where I had put it. I grab the belt and quickly wipe away any residue before he can get into it. He sits next to me as I begin to recount a tale of action and adventure to him.
Kyzer: That would be the Intergalactic Spaceman Title.
He looks confused.
Kyzer: It is a title I won years ago.
Gavin: Like that one?
He points to the World Heavyweight Title that is sitting on my coffee table. I was planning on using it as a mirror when he goes to bed, but since I got the Spaceman Title back, I will use that one. It has a mirror built in for just such a reason.
Kyzer: Yeah. It is like that one.
Gavin: Is that the one you stole from EBR?
Where does this little sh~t get off accusing me of theft?
Kyzer: Where did you hear that I stole this?
Gavin: That is what mommy’s boyfriend said right before she dropped me off.
I process this for a second.
Kyzer: Is this the same man who hits your mom?
He nods sheepishly. I thought this guy was out of the picture. I thought he was the reason why I now had to take care of Gavin. What the f~ck is he doing back there? I have this feeling that I am getting played like a fool. I am going to rip someone’s head off if I am. I can feel my blood just to rise to the surface. It is amazing how you feel your emotions changing so suddenly when you are sober. It isn’t something that I have ever noticed till now. I can feel the anger coming on. It is taking everything I can not to put my fist through something.
Kyzer: I thought mommy was moving.
Gavin: She said you wanted me live with you. She didn’t tell me she was moving.
I can see the tears building up. F~ck.
Gavin: Mommy moved?
He begins full on crying now.
Kyzer: F~ck.
Gavin is balling, I am sitting thinking about snapping Callista’s neck and suddenly I find my magic powers rocking sh~t out on their own. I find a lit blunt in my hand. I look over at it, then back at Gavin. He is crying so hard he is having trouble breathing. His face is red like a tomato. I can smell the finest Kush as I watch him produce more tears than I have seen from most women. I have an executive decision to make here. I can comfort my son, calm him down and fight the urge to not kill his mother or I can get stoned and forget all about it for now. What decision do you think Michael Kyzer would make in this situation?
If you choose get stoned, then you are a winner. Unless you are Trace, then you still lose…
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Scene: Kyzer and his boy
Location: Seattle, WA
Date: 8/25/2011
Time: 5:56pm
As if no time has passed, Drakz and I find ourselves doing what we always did, getting f~cked up. We slam down some brandy. I don’t know what possesses him to drink that disgusting sh~t, but I don’t bitch. He is buying after all. This place reminds me of better times. We used to frequent the place because he always liked the beer here and I like that it is four blocks from the house. There was less of a chance for to wake up in some stranger’s bed. I always found it more enjoyable to make them do the walk of shame instead of the opposite.
Drakz: So enough of my life, what have you been doing over the last 2 months? Missing me?
Drakz is sweet on me. How cute.
Kyzer: That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.
Drakz: Oh? What's this proposal you mentioned?
Kyzer: I've been training.
I use that word loosely. It more or less means I have cut down on the heroin use and stepped up the cocaine usage. I get a little more done that way and don’t sleep as much. I got myself a regiment.
Drakz: For what?
He says that as if he doesn’t have a f~cking clue what I would mean by that. I certainly don’t need to train for anything else that I have done in my life.
Kyzer: I'm going back.
Drakz: Going back where?
Is he this dense or is he just f~cking with me?
Kyzer: Jesus man are you actually this sleep deprived? Going back to the WFWF.
Drakz: Good, I'm sure they could use the talent. I've not been keeping up to date but it was looking shabby last year when I dipped my beak.
I can’t blame him. I to this day haven’t watched it since I left. I don’t recall ever watching anyone else’s match when I active except a few from Drakz. I just want something else in my life. Something else to feed my ego.
Kyzer: I'm confident as well. I feel like I could beat anyone right now, I'm at my peak.
Drakz: That's good to hear mate but what's this got to do with me?
Kyzer: I spoke with Kraig and he offered me a lot of cash if I go back. Of course the money is a bonus aside the fact that I know I'll be back on top in an instant. I mentioned you to him as well, this is when I didn't even know where you were, and Kraig nearly orgasmed right there and then. That company will do almost anything to get us back.
I know the promise of money doesn’t mean sh~t to him, I just don’t want to admit that knowing he will be there to watch my back is what I really want.
Drakz: I dunno man.
Kyzer: You don't know? Have you forgotten the high? Have you forgotten how feared we were and still are?
Appeal to the ego now.
Drakz: I just don't know if it's what I want to do anymore.
Kyzer: You used to be a god, now you're…….a wreck. A mortal.
Drakz almost seems scared. I don’t know how to take this. Through everything he is my boy, but him being soft…Drakz becoming a chicken sh~t…I don’t know if I can bring myself to watch that meltdown. He pulls out his phone and stares at it strangely. Probably doesn’t mean something good.
Drakz: Do you mind if I take this?
Kyzer: Go for it man.
He steps away to take the phone leaving me to my thoughts. I need Drakz there with me when I make my triumphant return. It would just make things feel…right. If he gets cold feet, I got a backup plan. It isn’t one that I am excited about doing, but it will have the effect I want it to have. I just hate having to associate with douchebags like the guy I will have to put up with. I have lofty goals when I return. They all start with reclaiming my spot that I left behind. F~ck Drakz if he makes me resort to having Fred Durst as an associate.
What did I say I was going to do?
I said I was going to go into Superbrawl and make Ace and Trace my bitches. What happened at Superbrawl? I made Ace, Trace and EBR my bitch.
I said I was going to put down two worthless mutts; I did one even better and put down three.
And I came out of Superbrawl with something that I said I was going to obtain before too long…
I am the World Heavyweight Champion.
Michael Kyzer is on top again.
Is anyone really surprised? Is it a shocker that to end Superbrawl I stop over EBR with the title in hand?
In fact I think everyone was.
It seems like I have had a bunch of doubters since I returned. I heard the whispers that Kyzer can’t win, that Kyzer is too old, that he is too much of a junkie and whatnot. I am not ignorant here when it comes to what people think of me around here. They are just eating sh~t now though.
The Reign of Kyzer begins…
Can I get a f~ck yeah out of everyone?
This is a time for excitement, this is a time for rejoicing.
The WFWF is now relevant again.
EBR did no favors when he was the face of this company. Not being able to handle his sh~t is why he lost focus and ended up with that overstretched, ridiculously stupid feud with Alex. He was too blinded to see that it was obvious he was being used from the beginning. I knew the story before it played out. Did you think I wouldn’t be there when Kraig needed someone to finish you off? You just thought that you would leave Superbrawl and the WFWF with that title? I knew how the story was going to play out. It has been done before son, now go back to Canada and weep for the wreckage that is your career and legacy. Loser.
But what now?
We got a new boss, we got a new champion, we got people returning, we got people leaving. What does this mean for the future?
Who cares…Kyzer is the champ…bitch….
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Scene: Kyzer and his boy
Location: Seattle, WA
Date: 8/25/2011
Time: 5:18pm
He called me before I could call him. I was planning on it. I recently found myself in a situation that could use a little infusion from my British brother. So it was convenient when he said he wanted to see me. I didn’t even bother questioning why he wanted copious amounts of prescription drugs. I was just concerned with getting him there too. I want him with me when I walk back into the spotlight. It only seems right, it was the two of us who gripped that place in fear, and it was the two of us who were so inspirational that jackoffs could emulate us. We brought a standard that has not been reproduced. We set the standard years ago, and now we could have the chance to set it again.
That brings me to why I am searching him out at a subway station. I don’t know why he couldn’t just come to the house for this sh~t but he didn’t want to and now I am here. As I scan the crowd here, I see a lot of regular people. You know, the ones who live out ordinary lives without excitement or any thrill. I hate these people. Ordinary f~cking people.
I finally spot the man I am looking for. He is making gestures towards a child. He isn’t pulling any Penn State sh~t, it is more of gestures suggesting he is about to murder a kid. I notice the woman who was eye-f~cking up to that point, and her look of disgust. Typical I guess.
Kyzer: Are you scaring women again?
He laughs. He seems to love making a scene more than me. I always enjoy seeing Drakz. He has been a comrade in arms whenever I have needed one. I remember when I first set foot in the WFWF. He was making his mark at the time, he was the International Champion and about to take off to further heights. I was unknown and not very well liked. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but everything just came together and I found myself with someone to watch my back. Even though I fear nothing and worry about nothing, there is a feeling you get when you don’t find yourself alone. It is a feeling of security. Not to mention, he is entertaining. There are too many people in this world that are dreadfully boring.
Drakz: If stuff like that offends them, then there's really no point in taking them home with me now is there?
Truth.
Kyzer: Good to see you bro.
Drakz: You too Mike. It's been a while.
Kyzer: Couple of months. Where have you been? You just dropped off the radar.
Drakz: You know how it is, sometimes your own voices are enough to keep you company…..or drive you a little up the wall.
It has been a while since I last saw Drakz, but he looks rougher than last time I saw him. He looks like he has been on a meth binge that lasted a few years. It is kind of sad to see the iconic British hero like this. I hope I can help him. It is always sad to see bad things happen to good people.
Kyzer: I'm not gonna lie brother you look like sh~t warmed up, have you been sleeping?
Drakz: Not this week.
Kyzer: Then it seems you rang the doctor just in time.
Drakz: Did you manage to get everything?
Kyzer: Of course man, you didn't think old Kyzer would let you down now did you?
Why would he ever doubt me? I haven’t let him down yet, at least not that I can remember. Man wants drugs, Kyzer will give him drugs. That is the way Kyzer rolls.
Drakz: Why do you think I rang you? And contrary to popular belief you're not old, you're f~cking ancient.
Dick. I could still f~ck him up. I give him a punch to the chest for good measure. I could totally take Drakz.
Kyzer: I'm still young enough to kill your ass.
Drakz: I wouldn't take much killing at the moment.
He rubs his chest as he eyeballs the bag I gave him. I can see he wants what is in the bag. I have never seen this side to Drakz, the one where the junkie hunger is itching to take over. He needs to get that under control or he is going to good for nothing except pissing and sh~tting.
Kyzer: How are things then?
I ask that question with sincerity because I don’t ever ask it. I usually float through life not caring how other people are actually doing. Drakz and I have a different relationship though. He is someone I actually possess respect for. Unbelievable isn’t it.
Drakz: I've been losing it a little recently, not like before but I can feel it coming on. It's burning hot man, in my head, and so f~cking itchy.
He actually sounds like a junkie you see on a TLC special or one of those channels that only women and homosexuals watch. I start to wonder if Drakz is going to offer head in exchange for drugs. I am not down with a dude smoking my stick.
Drakz: It feels like pressure but I know it's nothing physical.
Kyzer: Sounds like you've been hitting it too hard, I thought your little episode before would have helped you learn your limits?
Only pussies have limits and can’t control their sh~t. I’ll give Drakz the benefit of the doubt here.
Drakz: That's the thing though, I haven't touched anything but weed for months. It's not drugs keeping me awake all night Mike.
I step into the car with Drakz behind. I hate this, this is why I have a car. I am crammed around a bunch of ugly, lame mouth breathers. I quickly scan the car and after not seeing a woman worth hitting on, I turn towards Drakz. There is a mass of people between us, but I could give a sh~t less about discretion or being considerate.
Kyzer: And you think all the stuff I've got you will help?
Drakz: If it doesn't I'm gonna kill someone.
Kyzer: Yeah?
Drakz: I'm not even talking metaphorically or just threats here. I literally mean I might strangle someone. It might not solve the problem but I think it would take my mind off things.
If he goes a homicidal rampage I’ll have to give him a list to work off of. There are definitely some people I wouldn’t mind if he snubbed out. I would rather him stay out of jail though. He could throw himself into a coma with the right combination in that bag. Either way that is a lose-lose situation for me. He becomes useless in a coma also. What a predicament he is in…
Kyzer: Well there's enough valium alone in there to put a rhino down, so I shouldn't go out buying leather gloves just yet.
I look around at some people staying incredulously at us. They judge us with their eyes, they think they are better than us because that are yelling about drugs and killing people. F~ck them, I am better looking and get more ass. That is all that matters here.
Kyzer: Do you fancy grabbing a drink before you head off? I've got a proposition for you.
As I ask the question I notice it looks like his dick in some chink’s coat pocket. I pretend not to notice. Although I find this amusing, he is on his own when he gets nailed for sexual assault. I am a parent, a bad parent, but not one who wants to get wrapped up in some sick drama like that. “Did you witness the defendant put his penis in the victim’s pocket?” That is not a question I am ready to be asked.
Drakz: Sure.
The train hits our stop and I make for the exit. I leave Drakz for dead as I depart that horrible cage. I take a big breath when I get out. I hate public transportation, I feel like it is for the disenfranchised. I am not that. I am definitely above this sh~t, always have and always will. I think Drakz forgot that. Unlike him, I have no desire to associate myself around people like this. I have standards. F~ck Drakz for wanting to take the subway.
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Times to Remember Forever
Everything is happening as it should in the universe. I am on top, Drakz is on top and we are the envy of everyone.
So what’s next? Or should I say what chump is next?
EBR is gone, it isn’t like he is coming for a rematch. Alex Sean has gone into hiding as he likes to do when he fails. Thunder loses to Immune version 2.0 and well Trace is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
I guess one of the names at the top of the list is someone that I face at Loaded. Someone who is teaming with Trace and already overshadows him.
Hutton Brown.
He would be our National Champion, he would be undefeated so far in the WFWF. He recently beat Obo with the Jew name. Been there and done that. So what will you bring to the table son? Are you going to bring youth, charisma and a fighting spirit? Are you going to bring a mind that can tactfully bring me to my knees while you try to stick your cock in my mouth? Or will you simply fall flat because everyone you have faced so far hasn’t been named Michael Kyzer or Drakz?
I would say the last one if I really had to choose.
Hutton, you can exorcise your demons and use that to beat Obo. That just won’t work against me or against Drakz.
Not only will you be facing the two most badass men in the history of the WFWF, you also have to do it while teamed up with perennial loser Trace Demon.
Hutton the best career advice I can tell you is to either A) take your beating like you have a sack or B) the smart choice, just don’t show up and leave Trace for dead. I root for option B, simply because I want to see Trace’s face when he realizes that he is about to be ripped apart by wolves. F~cking hungry wolves at that. The type that haven’t had a meal in a few days and really want to get their teeth into some flesh. Those are some gangster wolves there.
Run Hutton, run.
Trace, I will own you again. You thought you had things wrapped up at Superbrawl, and I ruined your moment. Just like Drakz ruined your moment with his return. Your station in life is at the feet of better men. You may have once been ‘someone’ but it is obvious that time has passed. Maybe you should rip me some more and abandon your child for a few years, maybe then you can fail upwards again. Everyone knows your career is a fluke son. Just accept it like the bitch that you are.
You have lost to Ace, Obo with the Jew name, and myself in the past several months. It doesn’t seem like much is going in your favor. Your name is meaningless at this point, your reputation is a joke now. What will you do Trace? Are you going to be desperate to show that you still have it or to prove that you ever had it? Momentum is against you young douchebag.
Trace, there is no other way to put it, you are f~cked….
You are going to seriously wish you had become a stay at home father. When you get into that ring with me again, I am going to crush you again. And things are only going to get worse. You will start to think about that baby girl while your face is being smashed. You are going to wish you could have seen her grow up, pop that cherry, work that pole and make you proud as a father. You will think back to that receptacle that birthed her and wished you made her an honest woman instead of just another slut with a kid. Your life is going to flash before your eyes. It isn’t going to fun, you aren’t going to enjoy it, you’ll even wish that you had done more to leave an impact. But it won’t matter…
Seconds later, I’m going to kill you. F~cking homicide bro. It is going to be cold, gangster and straight up vicious. People will get up tomorrow, hit up twitter and facebook making it a hot topic. It will be the most attention that Trace Demon ever received, if only he hadn’t been killed by Kyzer.
I am going to murder you…
I am tired of this charade. It is a farce to have me face you again. I’ll make it where I never have to suffer through another boring episode…
Sorry Trace…I’ll comfort Alexa in her moment of grief…She’ll forget all about you and her life will mean something…That is my gift to you….
Loaded is going to be about Kyzer and Drakz. It is going to be about my shiny new title. The question going in isn’t who is going to run things, no one cares about that in comparison. It isn’t going to be what will happen to EBR or what over the top violent stunt Obo with the Jew name will perform for attention. It will be everyone tuning in to see just how Kyzer celebrates his triumph on live television.
It will be epic. Motherf~cking Epic.
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Scene: Kyzer and Mini Kyzer Thanksgiving
Location: Seattle, WA
Date: 11/24/2011
Time: 2:18pm
It is certainly a time to be thankful. I only wish I could believe that for myself. For me to be thankful, I wouldn’t be sitting here taking care of a kid when I could be out f~cking some skeeze from University of Washington or at the very least be anywhere else. What kind of father says that about his own kid? I do. Some people were made to parents and some weren’t. There is a small percentage within the one’s that weren’t that believe that it is a woman’s job to take her birth control. That being said, a person who falls into that category usually ends up with several unwanted children. The struggles of our lives.
It is certainly the struggle for me as I find myself having to be the parent of a five year old. So we have Michael Kyzer, the reigning badass of the WFWF for the way he snuffed out EBR’s career, celebrating thanksgiving with a five year old who is wearing, ironically, an EBR t-shirt. It is as if he is mocking me, I end his career and my kid ends my freedom. I am craving a blunt right now, but getting stoned would be horrible parenting. Everything in me wants to say f~ck all and toke up. I just find myself doing the right thing here. I am turning into a p~ssy.
Gavin: Daddy, is it time for the four niners to play?
Not only is my kid an EBR fan, he is a San Francisco fan. His mother really ruined this kid.
Kyzer: Do you really want to watch them play? You do know you live in Seattle right?
Gavin: Seattle stinks. Go niners!
He throws a fist up like a black panther. I have a lot I have to work with here with this kid. We sit in my living room. He is on my Throne eating some turkey from a plate my ex-wife dropped off earlier. I guess Ashley didn’t think that I would be cooking today. She’s was right in assuming that. My thanksgivings usually involve drugs and sluts, so actually eating and doing a ‘normal’ thanksgiving are foreign concepts to me. I am relaxing on the couch watching him as something catches his gaze. He hops down off the Throne and puts his plate on it. He walks over to whatever has interested him and grabs it to bring over to me. As he comes closer I see the twinkle of gold and know what he has found.
Gavin: What is this?
He is holding the Intergalactic Spaceman Title. I was doing some lines off it after my return and forgot where I had put it. I grab the belt and quickly wipe away any residue before he can get into it. He sits next to me as I begin to recount a tale of action and adventure to him.
Kyzer: That would be the Intergalactic Spaceman Title.
He looks confused.
Kyzer: It is a title I won years ago.
Gavin: Like that one?
He points to the World Heavyweight Title that is sitting on my coffee table. I was planning on using it as a mirror when he goes to bed, but since I got the Spaceman Title back, I will use that one. It has a mirror built in for just such a reason.
Kyzer: Yeah. It is like that one.
Gavin: Is that the one you stole from EBR?
Where does this little sh~t get off accusing me of theft?
Kyzer: Where did you hear that I stole this?
Gavin: That is what mommy’s boyfriend said right before she dropped me off.
I process this for a second.
Kyzer: Is this the same man who hits your mom?
He nods sheepishly. I thought this guy was out of the picture. I thought he was the reason why I now had to take care of Gavin. What the f~ck is he doing back there? I have this feeling that I am getting played like a fool. I am going to rip someone’s head off if I am. I can feel my blood just to rise to the surface. It is amazing how you feel your emotions changing so suddenly when you are sober. It isn’t something that I have ever noticed till now. I can feel the anger coming on. It is taking everything I can not to put my fist through something.
Kyzer: I thought mommy was moving.
Gavin: She said you wanted me live with you. She didn’t tell me she was moving.
I can see the tears building up. F~ck.
Gavin: Mommy moved?
He begins full on crying now.
Kyzer: F~ck.
Gavin is balling, I am sitting thinking about snapping Callista’s neck and suddenly I find my magic powers rocking sh~t out on their own. I find a lit blunt in my hand. I look over at it, then back at Gavin. He is crying so hard he is having trouble breathing. His face is red like a tomato. I can smell the finest Kush as I watch him produce more tears than I have seen from most women. I have an executive decision to make here. I can comfort my son, calm him down and fight the urge to not kill his mother or I can get stoned and forget all about it for now. What decision do you think Michael Kyzer would make in this situation?
If you choose get stoned, then you are a winner. Unless you are Trace, then you still lose…
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Scene: Kyzer and his boy
Location: Seattle, WA
Date: 8/25/2011
Time: 5:56pm
As if no time has passed, Drakz and I find ourselves doing what we always did, getting f~cked up. We slam down some brandy. I don’t know what possesses him to drink that disgusting sh~t, but I don’t bitch. He is buying after all. This place reminds me of better times. We used to frequent the place because he always liked the beer here and I like that it is four blocks from the house. There was less of a chance for to wake up in some stranger’s bed. I always found it more enjoyable to make them do the walk of shame instead of the opposite.
Drakz: So enough of my life, what have you been doing over the last 2 months? Missing me?
Drakz is sweet on me. How cute.
Kyzer: That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.
Drakz: Oh? What's this proposal you mentioned?
Kyzer: I've been training.
I use that word loosely. It more or less means I have cut down on the heroin use and stepped up the cocaine usage. I get a little more done that way and don’t sleep as much. I got myself a regiment.
Drakz: For what?
He says that as if he doesn’t have a f~cking clue what I would mean by that. I certainly don’t need to train for anything else that I have done in my life.
Kyzer: I'm going back.
Drakz: Going back where?
Is he this dense or is he just f~cking with me?
Kyzer: Jesus man are you actually this sleep deprived? Going back to the WFWF.
Drakz: Good, I'm sure they could use the talent. I've not been keeping up to date but it was looking shabby last year when I dipped my beak.
I can’t blame him. I to this day haven’t watched it since I left. I don’t recall ever watching anyone else’s match when I active except a few from Drakz. I just want something else in my life. Something else to feed my ego.
Kyzer: I'm confident as well. I feel like I could beat anyone right now, I'm at my peak.
Drakz: That's good to hear mate but what's this got to do with me?
Kyzer: I spoke with Kraig and he offered me a lot of cash if I go back. Of course the money is a bonus aside the fact that I know I'll be back on top in an instant. I mentioned you to him as well, this is when I didn't even know where you were, and Kraig nearly orgasmed right there and then. That company will do almost anything to get us back.
I know the promise of money doesn’t mean sh~t to him, I just don’t want to admit that knowing he will be there to watch my back is what I really want.
Drakz: I dunno man.
Kyzer: You don't know? Have you forgotten the high? Have you forgotten how feared we were and still are?
Appeal to the ego now.
Drakz: I just don't know if it's what I want to do anymore.
Kyzer: You used to be a god, now you're…….a wreck. A mortal.
Drakz almost seems scared. I don’t know how to take this. Through everything he is my boy, but him being soft…Drakz becoming a chicken sh~t…I don’t know if I can bring myself to watch that meltdown. He pulls out his phone and stares at it strangely. Probably doesn’t mean something good.
Drakz: Do you mind if I take this?
Kyzer: Go for it man.
He steps away to take the phone leaving me to my thoughts. I need Drakz there with me when I make my triumphant return. It would just make things feel…right. If he gets cold feet, I got a backup plan. It isn’t one that I am excited about doing, but it will have the effect I want it to have. I just hate having to associate with douchebags like the guy I will have to put up with. I have lofty goals when I return. They all start with reclaiming my spot that I left behind. F~ck Drakz if he makes me resort to having Fred Durst as an associate.
