Post by Kyzer on Jan 30, 2012 18:43:29 GMT -5
You can hear people talk about fate and destiny as if it was something that existed. “It is my destiny to be World Champion” or “It is your fate to get your ass handed to you by me” are just generic examples of some of the horsesh~t people have sprayed around the WFWF since I have returned. People act as if there is this supernatural, otherworldly force pushing them towards whatever their goal is. They use this as an excuse, as motive for their behavior and actions. They feel that since they are “destined” they are above reproach.
Honestly I have always found the notion silly, despite some of the things that I say. I can lack a filter and have a wild imagination that can sometimes get away from me. I just can’t buy into the notion that someone has a predetermined path in life. That would rob us of free choice and I am sure no one else could have made my life what it is except me. The people, who harp on about this horsesh~t, as I like to call it, are unrealistic about how the world works.
Those poor delusional bastards…They think they have the world in their hands and they have nothing but air.
You get what you want in this world by the best at surviving, fighting, being the most cunning and being cutthroat. You don’t need to have destiny on your side. You just have to be strong enough to take what you want.
That is how Michael Kyzer became the King he is…
He saw the virgin and plucked her cherry…
Being strong enough doesn’t mean you have to be the best wrestler. You don’t have to be the strongest or fastest. While I can definitely hold my own in a wrestling match, I am not ignorant enough to say that I am the best technical wrestler in the world. I am definitely not the strongest or fastest. I am going to be 35 this year. I am far from spry.
And yet I am the one who holds the keys to the kingdom. It is Michael Kyzer who is the face of the company and on top of our world.
How is that possible? How is it that a guys in his mid-thirties who isn’t the youngest, strongest, quickest, or the best wrestler?
Sheer f~cking will…
I am also one crafty motherf~cker too so that helps…
I have been able to dominate in a fashion that no other has ever accomplished. 22 wins and 1 loss in my entire WFWF career, we will call it 2 World Title reigns. No one rose more quickly; no one devastated the competition like me. I have proven that I am the greatest at getting ahead in this business. I have great perception when it comes to seeing the angles and finding the best possible situation. I am also ruthless like no other in accomplishing what I need to.
And now another tally mark in the win column comes at Loaded. Another c~nt will taste the heel of my boot, only this c~nt will have a vagina and not a figurative one.
Tabitha Owens…
You ran around with Braden Munroe and had a nice little run way back when. But you hang out with Braden Munroe. He was someone who never amounted to anything as Kronic and still couldn’t wipe my ass after I sh~t.
You are walking into a situation that will not be pleasant. It will be akin to getting f~cked in the back of a Volkswagen. You will wish for the days that you mother Vivica knew around the WFWF. That was when women didn’t get their uteruses ripped out in front of a live crowd.
I will make it something for you to remember. No one, not a man, not a woman will outshine me center stage of my show.
Tabitha, pack your tampons, sh~t’s gonna get messy.
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The Suffering
1/1/2012. 4:32 pm
He lies in the hospital bed with wires attached to his body reading anything and everything it can about him. His vitals are good, he is breathing and alive. It is good since he was the victim of a panic attack. Wait…panic attack? Yes. Michael Kyzer had a panic attack. It is a terrible tragedy. But everyone rest assured he is going to make and he is going to have no lasting damage or risk because of this. But it is a sign of weakness. Does this mean that blood is the water for the man that we all know and love? Does it mean that the rats and buzzards can come and pick the bones?
F~ck no.
What kind of sh~t are you smoking, because you need to pass it if you think such a thing. Michael Kyzer is an indomitable force of nature. How has that not been proven at this point? Stupid f~cking ignorant people need to go get their facts straight and learn their history. We don’t need more bullsh~t in the world.
But now we digress. We shift focus to our King lying in bed, his ex-wife Ashley next to his bed and two of Seattle’s finest officers. They have been dispatched to talk to Mr. Kyzer about a recent fire that engulfed the home of baby mama #2. And now baby mama and the deadbeat she shacked up with are gone. So of course who gets questioned first? The most famous one…thought I was going to say junkie?
Officer #1: So Mr. Kyzer, there was a fire last night at the house of Callista Decker. You know her correct?
Kyzer has a slight grin as the anti-anxiety meds have him feeling like he is on cloud nine. He takes a minute a to answer the question which the answer is already public knowledge.
Kyzer: She is the woman who spit out my son.
Ashley gives him a look of disgust for his crudeness of the comment.
Officer #2: So what kind of relationship do you have with this woman?
Kyzer: Relationship? Like are we f~cking?
Officer #1: Were you?
Kyzer: C’mon man.
Kyzer does his best Cris Carter impression.
Kyzer: Have you seen her? I am Michael Kyzer; I get better p~ssy than that on a Tuesday. I wouldn’t waste time with snatch like that on the eve of the New Year. I like to ring them in with threesomes. You start your year off on a good note you will have a good year. That is what I always say. Yep.
The officers’ eye him oddly, whisper to each other for a second.
Officer #1: So was that when you had the panic attack that brought you to the hospital.
Kyzer laughs.
Kyzer: I wanted until after I came to have it.
They try to figure out if he is joking or being serious. Kyzer’s reputation precedes him so they don’t know what is fact or fiction.
Officer #1: You have the names of the ladies you were with? We will need to confirm your alibi.
Kyzer: Why would I bother to learn the name of someone that I was only going to f~ck and throw away? I got to save room in the noggin for more essential information like my social security number. You need that?
Officer #2: No. We need you to take this seriously. Someone set fire to her house and now two people are missing.
Kyzer: Who isn’t taking this seriously? I am taking this seriously; it is an outrage that my son can’t stay with his crack head mother now in their den of filth
Michael is still grinning through all of this thanks to the valium. They may have missed some of the sarcasm there.
Officer #1: Are you implying that Ms. Decker was involved with drugs?
Again his reputation precedes him that includes his proclivity to narcotics.
Kyzer: I am saying that I don’t feel bad. She was involved in sh~t I didn’t want my son anyways.
Pointing accusingly at the cops he continues.
Kyzer: And before you begin to pass judgment on me, I know what my reputation is and it’s embellished. I only smoke weed and I have a med card. I gave up the needle a while ago.
Officer #2: Ma’am, how was your relationship with Ms. Decker?
Ashley answers without hesitation.
Ashley: We got along. I made sure that my daughter knows her brother.
Officer #2: Do either of you know anything that may help out?
Ashley shakes her head.
Kyzer: Well there is this little bitch; his name is Obo the Hobo. I think he was the pyromaniac who burned her house down. I think he would be worth investigating.
Officer #1: Obo the Hobo?
They look incredulously at him.
Kyzer: He has some Jew name now but I can’t be bothered to learn it. Got better things to do. Yep.
One writes something down as the other just shakes his head at Kyzer.
Officer #1: We will be in touch.
They leave the hospital room. Nothing is said for a few minutes before Ashley breaks the silence.
Ashley: Michael, what the f~ck did you do?
Kyzer sits up and rubs his face. Looking at Ashley he almost looks sober as if he was leading the police officers on. He is such a sly dog.
Kyzer: I merely protected my son.
Ashley turns white as a ghost and almost freezes in place.
Ashley: You burned her house down.
He says nothing, only stares with cold empty eyes.
Ashley: Did you…
Her voice trails off as she shoots up from the chair and she steps back from him. He just shakes his head at her ridiculousness.
Kyzer: They aren’t dead. They are on their way to Mexico. They only got what karma brought them. I am not going to share my reasons with you.
Ashley: Is that why you had the panic attack?
He doesn’t say anything in response.
Ashley: If you won’t answer that, then tell me why?
Kyzer looks away from her. The reasons are clear in his head, but the compulsion to share them isn’t there. He is hung up on the panic attack. He is Michael Kyzer; he is supposed to be stronger than someone who has panic attacks. The universe must be mocking him for all the bad sh~t he has done over his life. Never one to live his life by society’s standards and one to always indulge his whims, Kyzer can only feel like it is his fault for spitting in the face of everyone and everything else. Could this be the emergence of guilt in Michael? Could this be shades of humanity in the most despised man in the world?
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This Shattered Symphony
1/27/2012, 3:46 am
He wakes up in a cold sweat. The nightmare is still vivid in his mind. It sends an unconscious shiver down his spine. He breathes in deeply trying to calm himself. He looks around the room. It is shrouded in darkness; a shred of light comes from the hallway where a nightlight sends out faint illumination. It is the type of thing you put around a house when you have a young child. He can hear her breathing next to him. He can make out her silhouette as his eyes begin to adjust. His heart finally begins to slow. He can already tell though that sleep will elude him for the rest of the night. He looks at her slender frame; she is definitely a tasty treat as he likes to describe her. In the recent weeks he had turned her out like she was built for one thing. The thought of waking her up comes to him but he decides against it as she might want to talk. That is not something that he wants.
He leans back and uses his innate gifts to bring a blunt of the finest Kush to his lips. Already lit, he inhales deeply. He allows himself some indulgence as his mind drifts towards the future. He was having that nightmare for a reason. He isn’t the type to let an angle escape him. After leaving a broken Thunder in the ring on Loaded, he took his current concubine and went back to Seattle. Why just leave him, why not pin him? Thunder didn’t deserve that. He deserved to only be left a broken relic in the ring. But wouldn’t that be like calling himself a relic? He is in fact older than the lesser Michael. Of course not, Kyzer is immortal and beyond reproach. That is what he tells himself anyways. He constantly reminds himself of that. He is about to show weakness…not again.
He suddenly relives the night of his panic attack in his mind. He shakes his head and hits the blunt hoping to cloud such thoughts in his much too clear mind. There are some things that not even the God of F~ck wants to remember. He won’t let it get to him as he has to be at best for the road ahead. This collision course with Obo will come head on. He looks down at Obo’s former student. Kylie sleeps soundly. She came to him after Obo expelled her from the tip of his cock over something she did before he met her. What a judgmental prick Obo can be, he is totally missing out on some fun things. He has begun to mold her into a completely different type of student.
At the same time, he can’t f~cking stand her. Her naiveté to some things just isn’t endearing. It is more of a pain in the ass that he just doesn’t want. He didn’t really give it much thought, he just thought about seeing what Obo was throwing away. It is hard to imagine Obo finding something better that will sleep with trash. Young girls are just stupid. He notices a cloud of smoke around his head as the blunt is slowly disappearing. Finally relaxation comes over him.
Kylie: What are you doing up?
She turns and opens one eye to him. She is half asleep still; the smell of the weed must have woken her.
Kyzer: Nothing, go back to sleep.
Kylie: I don’t know if I can. Once I am up, I am usually up.
His good mood just fades away; he should have gone downstairs to his Throne.
Kyzer: Joy.
He doesn’t care if she notices his sarcasm or not. He just wants to enjoy his smoke in peace.
Kylie: So what woke you up?
She sits up; apparently she isn’t going to let him do that. Interacting with this girl was the last thing he wanted to do at 4am.
Kyzer: I just woke up, you sure you can’t go back to sleep?
Kylie: You have a nightmare or something?
He is starting to realize that this girl is only good for one thing.
Kylie: While we are up, can we talk about my training?
She had been harping about being trained as a wrestler since she came to him. That was actually the reason. He doesn’t know what made her think that he was the type to train people in wrestling; he doesn’t even train himself really. He gets the majority of his exercise through intercourse. But nevertheless, she came to him.
Kyzer: You really want to talk about that now?
Kylie: Well yeah. I came to you because I thought that you could help train me to kind of stick it to Phil. Like if this was Star Wars you would be Emperor Palpatine, and Phil would be Mace Windu.
Now that was an analogy he didn’t expect.
Kyzer: Obo…the white Jew…would be Mace Windu…the token black guy in Star Wars.
Kylie: I was more thinking of it in how he got his hands chopped off and thrown out the building to his death than the race issue of it.
He thinks he could definitely get behind Obo getting his hands cut off. It would probably save his life; he wouldn’t be able to jerk off with a belt around his neck anymore. But then he could get prosthetic ones, he probably has a fetish for that too.
Kyzer: I can appreciate your desire to move forward with your training and it will happen soon. I am going to meet with my comrades and discuss it with them. I need to keep them in the loop of things, you know, respect type thing.
Kylie: I get that.
She accepts that answer. He looks at his blunt as it almost gone and feels like he is missing something. He looks over at Kylie and he realizes what he is missing.
Kyzer: I was wondering if you could do something for me…I would really appreciate it.
Full of naiveté, she smiles.
Kylie: Sure what do you want? You want me to make some pancakes or something?
He just reaches out and brushes her cheek. It causes her to blush. His hand runs through her head and slowly begins to pull her face towards him. To no one’s surprise but her own, her face angles towards his crotch. Her expression grows apprehensive but she chooses not to fight. And just he found what he was missing.
Kyzer: I wonder if Tabitha’s lips feel like this.
The thought escapes his mouth before he even realizes it. But she is completely engrossed in the task at hand she doesn’t even notice. He does wonder briefly but then reminds himself that he isn’t going to feel the same after she looks like road kill. He has every intention of making this a match she wished she didn’t have. He doesn’t particularly have a problem with her, nor her little asshat friend Kronic. He just doesn’t want anyone to think that they are going to return to his world and take what he has claimed. It is a matter of principle. It is up to this man to put the riffraff back in their place.
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Tabitha Owens, I hope that you bring some semblance of a challenge to our match. I don’t want it to set back women’s rights or anything. I just want you and your bitch Braden to know that you can’t return to my world and immediately make an impact at my expense.
You see I am the f~cking King of the WFWF…God of F~ck…and whatever moniker or nickname I may have come up with in my arrogance. But it is arrogance based on fact, history and logic. It is fact that I am the World Heavyweight Champion, it is history that I have dominated everyone I have faced and it is only logical that I am going to punch you in your ovaries and kill you.
It will be that horrific. It will be like forcing someone to sit through The Human Centipede. It will make you cringe and I am sure Braden will cry. But it is necessary so that other people don’t try the same thing. I don’t really want to fill my schedule with worthless sh~ts who think they can hang.
You are going to be made an example of little girl Owens.
Bring your fight though, bring what you can muster, come with confidence that you have a chance. I love destroying misconceptions. I have made my career off of people thinking that they can beat Michael Kyzer. But I guess they wouldn’t be much of a competitor if they had already resigned themselves to defeat. I would be bored, I know that much.
And we don’t need a bored Kyzer. That is the type of Kyzer that gets into trouble and does things like just for sh~ts and giggles. Now Xavier Pierce doesn’t need that type of person around, undermining his authority over the promotion. He just needs to make sure that the beast is fed and he will do just fine.
Everyone needs to take note of what the new era that is engulfing the WFWF. Gone are the days when EBR sat on top, when Trace and Thunder spread their mediocrity to the top of the ranks. Now at the forefront are the three greatest individuals that will ever set foot in a WFWF ring.
David Brennan….
Drakz….
Michael Kyzer….
We are the most elite, the most dangerous and the brilliantly put together alliance that has existed in professional wrestling. It is something that people will talk about for years to come. It will be something that will mold the future of the WFWF.
Some may call the “Golden Age” over. I heard that in 2005 and 2006 when people like Total Apocalypse, Destroyer and Raider were on their way out. Now that Alex Sean, EBR and Wayne McGurk are gone can we say that indeed there is no “Golden Age” anymore?
I am telling you now, the “Golden Age” is upon us now. I didn’t stick around after I won the Intergalactic Spaceman Championship. I walked away. Now I have the World Heavyweight Title. Now I have the allies, I am in the position to usher in this new era.
It began a few weeks ago. It will accelerate at It’s Super Effective when I put down the mangy hobo.
It’s Super Effective…
God that is an awful name….
Honestly I have always found the notion silly, despite some of the things that I say. I can lack a filter and have a wild imagination that can sometimes get away from me. I just can’t buy into the notion that someone has a predetermined path in life. That would rob us of free choice and I am sure no one else could have made my life what it is except me. The people, who harp on about this horsesh~t, as I like to call it, are unrealistic about how the world works.
Those poor delusional bastards…They think they have the world in their hands and they have nothing but air.
You get what you want in this world by the best at surviving, fighting, being the most cunning and being cutthroat. You don’t need to have destiny on your side. You just have to be strong enough to take what you want.
That is how Michael Kyzer became the King he is…
He saw the virgin and plucked her cherry…
Being strong enough doesn’t mean you have to be the best wrestler. You don’t have to be the strongest or fastest. While I can definitely hold my own in a wrestling match, I am not ignorant enough to say that I am the best technical wrestler in the world. I am definitely not the strongest or fastest. I am going to be 35 this year. I am far from spry.
And yet I am the one who holds the keys to the kingdom. It is Michael Kyzer who is the face of the company and on top of our world.
How is that possible? How is it that a guys in his mid-thirties who isn’t the youngest, strongest, quickest, or the best wrestler?
Sheer f~cking will…
I am also one crafty motherf~cker too so that helps…
I have been able to dominate in a fashion that no other has ever accomplished. 22 wins and 1 loss in my entire WFWF career, we will call it 2 World Title reigns. No one rose more quickly; no one devastated the competition like me. I have proven that I am the greatest at getting ahead in this business. I have great perception when it comes to seeing the angles and finding the best possible situation. I am also ruthless like no other in accomplishing what I need to.
And now another tally mark in the win column comes at Loaded. Another c~nt will taste the heel of my boot, only this c~nt will have a vagina and not a figurative one.
Tabitha Owens…
You ran around with Braden Munroe and had a nice little run way back when. But you hang out with Braden Munroe. He was someone who never amounted to anything as Kronic and still couldn’t wipe my ass after I sh~t.
You are walking into a situation that will not be pleasant. It will be akin to getting f~cked in the back of a Volkswagen. You will wish for the days that you mother Vivica knew around the WFWF. That was when women didn’t get their uteruses ripped out in front of a live crowd.
I will make it something for you to remember. No one, not a man, not a woman will outshine me center stage of my show.
Tabitha, pack your tampons, sh~t’s gonna get messy.
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The Suffering
1/1/2012. 4:32 pm
He lies in the hospital bed with wires attached to his body reading anything and everything it can about him. His vitals are good, he is breathing and alive. It is good since he was the victim of a panic attack. Wait…panic attack? Yes. Michael Kyzer had a panic attack. It is a terrible tragedy. But everyone rest assured he is going to make and he is going to have no lasting damage or risk because of this. But it is a sign of weakness. Does this mean that blood is the water for the man that we all know and love? Does it mean that the rats and buzzards can come and pick the bones?
F~ck no.
What kind of sh~t are you smoking, because you need to pass it if you think such a thing. Michael Kyzer is an indomitable force of nature. How has that not been proven at this point? Stupid f~cking ignorant people need to go get their facts straight and learn their history. We don’t need more bullsh~t in the world.
But now we digress. We shift focus to our King lying in bed, his ex-wife Ashley next to his bed and two of Seattle’s finest officers. They have been dispatched to talk to Mr. Kyzer about a recent fire that engulfed the home of baby mama #2. And now baby mama and the deadbeat she shacked up with are gone. So of course who gets questioned first? The most famous one…thought I was going to say junkie?
Officer #1: So Mr. Kyzer, there was a fire last night at the house of Callista Decker. You know her correct?
Kyzer has a slight grin as the anti-anxiety meds have him feeling like he is on cloud nine. He takes a minute a to answer the question which the answer is already public knowledge.
Kyzer: She is the woman who spit out my son.
Ashley gives him a look of disgust for his crudeness of the comment.
Officer #2: So what kind of relationship do you have with this woman?
Kyzer: Relationship? Like are we f~cking?
Officer #1: Were you?
Kyzer: C’mon man.
Kyzer does his best Cris Carter impression.
Kyzer: Have you seen her? I am Michael Kyzer; I get better p~ssy than that on a Tuesday. I wouldn’t waste time with snatch like that on the eve of the New Year. I like to ring them in with threesomes. You start your year off on a good note you will have a good year. That is what I always say. Yep.
The officers’ eye him oddly, whisper to each other for a second.
Officer #1: So was that when you had the panic attack that brought you to the hospital.
Kyzer laughs.
Kyzer: I wanted until after I came to have it.
They try to figure out if he is joking or being serious. Kyzer’s reputation precedes him so they don’t know what is fact or fiction.
Officer #1: You have the names of the ladies you were with? We will need to confirm your alibi.
Kyzer: Why would I bother to learn the name of someone that I was only going to f~ck and throw away? I got to save room in the noggin for more essential information like my social security number. You need that?
Officer #2: No. We need you to take this seriously. Someone set fire to her house and now two people are missing.
Kyzer: Who isn’t taking this seriously? I am taking this seriously; it is an outrage that my son can’t stay with his crack head mother now in their den of filth
Michael is still grinning through all of this thanks to the valium. They may have missed some of the sarcasm there.
Officer #1: Are you implying that Ms. Decker was involved with drugs?
Again his reputation precedes him that includes his proclivity to narcotics.
Kyzer: I am saying that I don’t feel bad. She was involved in sh~t I didn’t want my son anyways.
Pointing accusingly at the cops he continues.
Kyzer: And before you begin to pass judgment on me, I know what my reputation is and it’s embellished. I only smoke weed and I have a med card. I gave up the needle a while ago.
Officer #2: Ma’am, how was your relationship with Ms. Decker?
Ashley answers without hesitation.
Ashley: We got along. I made sure that my daughter knows her brother.
Officer #2: Do either of you know anything that may help out?
Ashley shakes her head.
Kyzer: Well there is this little bitch; his name is Obo the Hobo. I think he was the pyromaniac who burned her house down. I think he would be worth investigating.
Officer #1: Obo the Hobo?
They look incredulously at him.
Kyzer: He has some Jew name now but I can’t be bothered to learn it. Got better things to do. Yep.
One writes something down as the other just shakes his head at Kyzer.
Officer #1: We will be in touch.
They leave the hospital room. Nothing is said for a few minutes before Ashley breaks the silence.
Ashley: Michael, what the f~ck did you do?
Kyzer sits up and rubs his face. Looking at Ashley he almost looks sober as if he was leading the police officers on. He is such a sly dog.
Kyzer: I merely protected my son.
Ashley turns white as a ghost and almost freezes in place.
Ashley: You burned her house down.
He says nothing, only stares with cold empty eyes.
Ashley: Did you…
Her voice trails off as she shoots up from the chair and she steps back from him. He just shakes his head at her ridiculousness.
Kyzer: They aren’t dead. They are on their way to Mexico. They only got what karma brought them. I am not going to share my reasons with you.
Ashley: Is that why you had the panic attack?
He doesn’t say anything in response.
Ashley: If you won’t answer that, then tell me why?
Kyzer looks away from her. The reasons are clear in his head, but the compulsion to share them isn’t there. He is hung up on the panic attack. He is Michael Kyzer; he is supposed to be stronger than someone who has panic attacks. The universe must be mocking him for all the bad sh~t he has done over his life. Never one to live his life by society’s standards and one to always indulge his whims, Kyzer can only feel like it is his fault for spitting in the face of everyone and everything else. Could this be the emergence of guilt in Michael? Could this be shades of humanity in the most despised man in the world?
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This Shattered Symphony
1/27/2012, 3:46 am
He wakes up in a cold sweat. The nightmare is still vivid in his mind. It sends an unconscious shiver down his spine. He breathes in deeply trying to calm himself. He looks around the room. It is shrouded in darkness; a shred of light comes from the hallway where a nightlight sends out faint illumination. It is the type of thing you put around a house when you have a young child. He can hear her breathing next to him. He can make out her silhouette as his eyes begin to adjust. His heart finally begins to slow. He can already tell though that sleep will elude him for the rest of the night. He looks at her slender frame; she is definitely a tasty treat as he likes to describe her. In the recent weeks he had turned her out like she was built for one thing. The thought of waking her up comes to him but he decides against it as she might want to talk. That is not something that he wants.
He leans back and uses his innate gifts to bring a blunt of the finest Kush to his lips. Already lit, he inhales deeply. He allows himself some indulgence as his mind drifts towards the future. He was having that nightmare for a reason. He isn’t the type to let an angle escape him. After leaving a broken Thunder in the ring on Loaded, he took his current concubine and went back to Seattle. Why just leave him, why not pin him? Thunder didn’t deserve that. He deserved to only be left a broken relic in the ring. But wouldn’t that be like calling himself a relic? He is in fact older than the lesser Michael. Of course not, Kyzer is immortal and beyond reproach. That is what he tells himself anyways. He constantly reminds himself of that. He is about to show weakness…not again.
He suddenly relives the night of his panic attack in his mind. He shakes his head and hits the blunt hoping to cloud such thoughts in his much too clear mind. There are some things that not even the God of F~ck wants to remember. He won’t let it get to him as he has to be at best for the road ahead. This collision course with Obo will come head on. He looks down at Obo’s former student. Kylie sleeps soundly. She came to him after Obo expelled her from the tip of his cock over something she did before he met her. What a judgmental prick Obo can be, he is totally missing out on some fun things. He has begun to mold her into a completely different type of student.
At the same time, he can’t f~cking stand her. Her naiveté to some things just isn’t endearing. It is more of a pain in the ass that he just doesn’t want. He didn’t really give it much thought, he just thought about seeing what Obo was throwing away. It is hard to imagine Obo finding something better that will sleep with trash. Young girls are just stupid. He notices a cloud of smoke around his head as the blunt is slowly disappearing. Finally relaxation comes over him.
Kylie: What are you doing up?
She turns and opens one eye to him. She is half asleep still; the smell of the weed must have woken her.
Kyzer: Nothing, go back to sleep.
Kylie: I don’t know if I can. Once I am up, I am usually up.
His good mood just fades away; he should have gone downstairs to his Throne.
Kyzer: Joy.
He doesn’t care if she notices his sarcasm or not. He just wants to enjoy his smoke in peace.
Kylie: So what woke you up?
She sits up; apparently she isn’t going to let him do that. Interacting with this girl was the last thing he wanted to do at 4am.
Kyzer: I just woke up, you sure you can’t go back to sleep?
Kylie: You have a nightmare or something?
He is starting to realize that this girl is only good for one thing.
Kylie: While we are up, can we talk about my training?
She had been harping about being trained as a wrestler since she came to him. That was actually the reason. He doesn’t know what made her think that he was the type to train people in wrestling; he doesn’t even train himself really. He gets the majority of his exercise through intercourse. But nevertheless, she came to him.
Kyzer: You really want to talk about that now?
Kylie: Well yeah. I came to you because I thought that you could help train me to kind of stick it to Phil. Like if this was Star Wars you would be Emperor Palpatine, and Phil would be Mace Windu.
Now that was an analogy he didn’t expect.
Kyzer: Obo…the white Jew…would be Mace Windu…the token black guy in Star Wars.
Kylie: I was more thinking of it in how he got his hands chopped off and thrown out the building to his death than the race issue of it.
He thinks he could definitely get behind Obo getting his hands cut off. It would probably save his life; he wouldn’t be able to jerk off with a belt around his neck anymore. But then he could get prosthetic ones, he probably has a fetish for that too.
Kyzer: I can appreciate your desire to move forward with your training and it will happen soon. I am going to meet with my comrades and discuss it with them. I need to keep them in the loop of things, you know, respect type thing.
Kylie: I get that.
She accepts that answer. He looks at his blunt as it almost gone and feels like he is missing something. He looks over at Kylie and he realizes what he is missing.
Kyzer: I was wondering if you could do something for me…I would really appreciate it.
Full of naiveté, she smiles.
Kylie: Sure what do you want? You want me to make some pancakes or something?
He just reaches out and brushes her cheek. It causes her to blush. His hand runs through her head and slowly begins to pull her face towards him. To no one’s surprise but her own, her face angles towards his crotch. Her expression grows apprehensive but she chooses not to fight. And just he found what he was missing.
Kyzer: I wonder if Tabitha’s lips feel like this.
The thought escapes his mouth before he even realizes it. But she is completely engrossed in the task at hand she doesn’t even notice. He does wonder briefly but then reminds himself that he isn’t going to feel the same after she looks like road kill. He has every intention of making this a match she wished she didn’t have. He doesn’t particularly have a problem with her, nor her little asshat friend Kronic. He just doesn’t want anyone to think that they are going to return to his world and take what he has claimed. It is a matter of principle. It is up to this man to put the riffraff back in their place.
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Tabitha Owens, I hope that you bring some semblance of a challenge to our match. I don’t want it to set back women’s rights or anything. I just want you and your bitch Braden to know that you can’t return to my world and immediately make an impact at my expense.
You see I am the f~cking King of the WFWF…God of F~ck…and whatever moniker or nickname I may have come up with in my arrogance. But it is arrogance based on fact, history and logic. It is fact that I am the World Heavyweight Champion, it is history that I have dominated everyone I have faced and it is only logical that I am going to punch you in your ovaries and kill you.
It will be that horrific. It will be like forcing someone to sit through The Human Centipede. It will make you cringe and I am sure Braden will cry. But it is necessary so that other people don’t try the same thing. I don’t really want to fill my schedule with worthless sh~ts who think they can hang.
You are going to be made an example of little girl Owens.
Bring your fight though, bring what you can muster, come with confidence that you have a chance. I love destroying misconceptions. I have made my career off of people thinking that they can beat Michael Kyzer. But I guess they wouldn’t be much of a competitor if they had already resigned themselves to defeat. I would be bored, I know that much.
And we don’t need a bored Kyzer. That is the type of Kyzer that gets into trouble and does things like just for sh~ts and giggles. Now Xavier Pierce doesn’t need that type of person around, undermining his authority over the promotion. He just needs to make sure that the beast is fed and he will do just fine.
Everyone needs to take note of what the new era that is engulfing the WFWF. Gone are the days when EBR sat on top, when Trace and Thunder spread their mediocrity to the top of the ranks. Now at the forefront are the three greatest individuals that will ever set foot in a WFWF ring.
David Brennan….
Drakz….
Michael Kyzer….
We are the most elite, the most dangerous and the brilliantly put together alliance that has existed in professional wrestling. It is something that people will talk about for years to come. It will be something that will mold the future of the WFWF.
Some may call the “Golden Age” over. I heard that in 2005 and 2006 when people like Total Apocalypse, Destroyer and Raider were on their way out. Now that Alex Sean, EBR and Wayne McGurk are gone can we say that indeed there is no “Golden Age” anymore?
I am telling you now, the “Golden Age” is upon us now. I didn’t stick around after I won the Intergalactic Spaceman Championship. I walked away. Now I have the World Heavyweight Title. Now I have the allies, I am in the position to usher in this new era.
It began a few weeks ago. It will accelerate at It’s Super Effective when I put down the mangy hobo.
It’s Super Effective…
God that is an awful name….
I dont know good luck 
