Post by Kyzer on Apr 17, 2012 11:34:59 GMT -5
There are some situations that you just don’t prepare for…
I am the first to admit I never thought about the possibility of the Jew beating me. But it happened.
Some would assume that would be the end of me right? Can’t handle the loss so he just packs up his bag and goes home right?
Do I look like I am that big of a p~ssy?
You got to be doing more drugs than me if you think that this is the end of Kyzer. This is not going to be the way my tale ends.
This isn’t going to be how my “Legacy” ends. It won’t be to the hands of the Jew. It will only happen when I decide I simply don’t care about it anymore. That is not the case now.
I care.
I care that I lost to Phillip Schneider. I care that I was beaten by that putz. I care so much, that I will rectify this situation.
I am better than the Jew.
I am better than Obo the Hobo.
I am better than Phillip Schneider.
The perception that he could be better than me is ludicrous. It isn’t something that sits well with me either.
But now I feel like I have some focus. Everything leading up to Tokyo, I didn’t really focus on what was in front of me. I was lost in my own excess and arrogance. I am not going to deny it, I got distracted and the Jew got lucky.
Losing, getting my ego taken down a peg, seeing me lose; that is what everyone wanted. The world got its wishes granted in Tokyo that fateful night. Michael Kyzer got what was coming to him right?
As if it was going to be over that easily. I have no intention of going anywhere. But I do have every intention of getting back what is mine from the Jew.
And I will crush anyone who stands in the way. I have been nice. I have been lenient and lax in return. I didn’t take anyone seriously. Why should I? I am the greatest person to set foot in that ring right? I know a few people who would argue with that but they would be hard pressed to make an argument against me. Now, I must show everyone why I am that great.
Apparently everyone including myself has forgotten what Kyzer can truly do. Now is the time I am going to remind everyone.
I am going to do it with a renewed ferocity. I am not going to have sympathy anymore. It is going to be about utterly destroying everyone who makes the mistake of being my enemy.
It is the only thing that matters now. All of my focus, all of my attention will be on regaining what I lost. It will be about destroying the haters.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing.[/color]
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4/10/2012, 1:53 pm
That splitting pain you get right behind you eye, it is the hangover from the night or nights before, that is the way I wake up. Except I am not coming off a bender, I am not experiencing a hangover. I have had plenty of experience with both. No, this is what doctors classify as withdrawal. Apparently it is just as much of a pain in the ass as a hangover but there is no hair of the dog to cure you. At least not when you are trying to control your addictions and embrace sobriety. That would be why I am currently experiencing this horrible thing.
DMK:[/color] Yo, Mike, you up bro?
I crack my eyes at the sound. The pain intensifies as light hits my eyes and blinds me. I immediately pull the covers back up over my head. F~ck sobriety. If I didn’t have such a good reason for this, then I would be suffering like a POW. I wonder if this is how the Viet Cong tortured their POWs. It is a known fact that all the soldiers during that war were junkies. Oliver Stone didn’t just make that up. The pain recedes back enough for me to be able to open my eyes and not want to rip them out. I pull the covers off my head and before me stands the enigmatic midget Donnie Monty Kint, my long time dealer and now apparently my go to “guy”. I am not exactly sure when he started following me around but I have found that he does have his uses.
DMK:[/color] The “director” wants to know when he can start shooting.
EBR shoots a few videos of me and suddenly thinks that he is on the level of the Coen Brothers, when in reality it is more along the lines of something that Kevin Smith would produce. Low budget, original, fits a niche, but not really Oscar worthy sh~t. I won’t be telling him that though. He has actually proven to be insightful. I guess when you have had as many comebacks as he has you have picked up a few things. When he decided to follow me with a camera, I didn’t really care at the time. I figured he would get bored and forget about it. But he has really taken to it. Being suspended from pretty much the only career you know can give a guy some time to find hobbies.
DMK:[/color] Should I tell him that you aren’t coming down today?
I am an idiot for thinking that getting sober was going to be as easy as snapping my fingers. Withdrawal is a bitch especially when you are withdrawing from a multitude of drugs. Those first few nights were the worst but even now I still feel it. I find myself losing my temper quickly and getting headaches frequently. Sometimes I wonder if I am sick and was just unknowingly self-treating. This is a bitch.
Michael:[/color] I am coming down. Give me a minute.
I manage to sit up and throw my legs out of the bed. My feet hit the floor and I can feel the cool hardwood beneath them. DMK immediately comes over and helps me to my feet. I feel weak from the lack of food over the last few days and my head splitting open. The midget does his best, but there is only so much he can do to help someone twice his size. It isn’t like I can use him as a cane or anything.
Michael:[/color] I’m good, I got it.
My feet find themselves and I find myself walking out the room I have been occupying in this swanky beach I have rented in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I thought it would be a good idea to detox away from everything. Of course I had to do it somewhere comfortable and stylish. I walk down the stairs into the main lounge of the house. EBR is on the deck off the room filming something. I look across the room into the kitchen and catch someone I don’t immediately recognize rooting around in my fridge. Suddenly the person closes the door and I catch who it is.
DMK:[/color] I forgot to tell you that Drakz got here a while ago.
David:[/color] I came too but your little butler there doesn’t seem to want to give me credit.
DMK:[/color] I am not a f~cking butler, dick.
David walks into the room from another making his presence known. Drakz laughs as he joins also.
Drakz:[/color] You have quite the mouth on your little guy.
DMK sneers at them.
DMK:[/color] I may be short but I will f~ck you up.
DMK reaches for something from behind his back but I grab his shoulder first.
Michael:[/color] Give me a minute. Go do something else.
DMK just eyes the two of them for a minute before he walks off.
Drakz:[/color] He is still sensitive over his height I see.
I just shrug as I probably just saved Drakz from being shot. Donnie is one angry dwarf.
Michael:[/color] I didn’t expect to see you guys here.
David:[/color] I can tell. You look worse than me.
Michael:[/color] You detox and see how well you look during it.
David:[/color] No thanks.
He says that as he takes a sip from a flask he conjured up with magic. Dick.
Drakz:[/color] I just thought we would swing by and see how you were doing. Neither of us had really talked to you since the pay per view. Neither of us even knew about the video at the last Loaded until it aired.
Michael:[/color] Yeah, my bad. I should have kept you two in the loop.
David:[/color] What happened to you after the show in Tokyo? You just vanished after they carried you to the back. We came looking for you but everyone said you split. Where did you go?
I guess this is the first real conversation I have had with them since then. I had talked to each briefly before today to tell them where I was but there was really the extent of anything.
Michael:[/color] South Beach. Miami.
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I can feel everything around imploding. My life, my world, it all feels like it is crumbling around me. I can feel the panic, the fear that I am losing everything that I love. This isn’t supposed to be happening to me. I am Michael Kyzer, this can’t happen. I can remember it all vividly. I remember the bitch’s hand being raised, I remember the p~ssy running in and ruining the bitch’s moment. I remember all that. I don’t remember anything before that. I don’t remember showing to the arena or even the flight to Japan. Everything else is gone. I just have that moment.
To only be able to remember the moment when everything fell apart is the tragedy that I am now living. It is almost enough for me to consider other alternatives to living but I am not a big enough p~ssy to commit to suicide rather than deal with my situation. I just need to find someone else who has been in my shoes. Someone else whose life imploded on them, I need to find a way to deal with this and get back what is mine.
How does one fall from grace, gracefully? Can it be done?
There is only one who has the answers.
There is only one who has comeback more than me. There is only one person who has rebounded from tragic circumstances. His circumstances could have even been harder to overcome. He lost to Thunder. There is no way that losing to the Jew is worse than losing to a guy who enjoys snowballing.
Only one man has the answers I was seeking. I needed atonement, penance and salvation. I could only think of one man who had been in situations like mine.
That is the line of thinking I wish I could say I had that lead me to this point. It sounds more impressive than the truth.
The thought process that I actually had was definitely different than this. Actually there was no thought process, there was just reaction.
That reaction led me to waking up on the couch of EBR after I broke into his house with my drug dealing midget.
I do wonder what he thought when he woke up and walked into his living room to find that a junkie and his shady half pint comrade had bypassed his security system. To top it off, I raided his fridge and left a huge mess. I wasn’t very considerate of my host.
Surprisingly, he took it well. I would recount the conversation but I don’t remember most of it. That seems to have been happening a lot lately. Losing time, that is what Aaron Stampler called it right? But he was a murderer of a holy man; I am just a man who enjoys his narcotics.
The conversation was insightful though. E offered me a perspective that I hadn’t thought of. He pointed out that in the history of the WFWF there were much bigger buffoons I could have lost too. I could have lost to Shawn Malakai or Ace Bennett. Then that would have really been embarrassing. Losing to either of those tools would have probably pushed my habit into the overdose threshold level.
But there was another thing gleaned that conversation. I needed to change. It was because of my self-destructive ways that led to my, well, self-destruction. I am not 27 anymore running dominant over the entire promotion. I am 34 now. I am not moving quite as fast as I used to, and it is taking me more effort to put away people. I needed to take advantage of what I have on my opponent.
My mind, my experience and my absolute belief that I can beat anyone, those needed to be the things I exploit. I am not going to be faster or stronger than most of the guys that I get into the ring with. I need to be more cunning, use more guile, and be more ruthless with my aggression and attack. I basically need to reinvent myself as the junkie thing has lost its charm.
When people like Trace Demon become carbon copies, it is time to sing a different song.
Sober Michael Kyzer. I think that is changing it up about as much as you can with me. The thing that so many people have associated with my name over the years is the thing that I am abandoning.
The world isn’t going to know what happened. The world isn’t going to know how to prepare. My opponents will have to regroup and re-strategize. By the time they alter their game plans it will be too late.
As soon as I regain my spot, it will be the beginning of the war.
The war against everyone…
The New Epoch against everyone…
All that from a conversation with EBR, never did I think that he would provide such wisdom. He may prove to be a fruitful advisor. That is why I told him he could film Kyzer’s newest adventure. I think he wants to be Christopher Nolan. He had every movie the guy has put out on Blu-ray.
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3/13/2012, 8:38 am
EBR:[/COLOR] So my movie is going to be Inception meets Sicko.
Michael:[/color] Both those movies were horrible. Michael Moore should be killed just based his annoyance factor.
EBR:[/COLOR] I won’t dispute that, but both won Academy Awards which is my goal. One of those statues would look good with me. I feel like I should have gotten one by now but with my scandal and whatnot, I figured I will have to work slightly harder now. Plus I need to represent The Wu. It isn’t like they are going to give the respect out to my boy RZA’s new movie, The Man with the Iron Fists. They never give respect out to those who deserve it. It is like Rourke being screwed out of the Best Actor and Penn won for Milk.
What the f~ck is he babbling about? EBR decided he wanted to film my rehab/detox and now has pitched this as his grand calling card. I guess you got to do something to stave off the boredom.
EBR:[/COLOR] I am sick of having to be around greasy guidos. They are horrible wretched creatures.
I guess I will have to relent to this if I want to keep the guy around so I can pick his brain.
Michael:[/color] So what do you want from me exactly?
EBR:[/COLOR] Namely I want to film your sober angle and then your return to the company. Kind of like a guy rising from the wreckage of his burnt out druggie life and trying to salvage what means the most to him. I want to show everyone just how desperate you are to hold on to these things. I want the audience to have sympathy for you in the end. I want to turn everything around on the world and by the end of the film; they will be crying my genius at how I turned the most despised man in the world into a sympathetic character.
Michael:[/color] So by making me looking desperate and pathetic you are going to make me sympathetic and likable. And that will get you an Oscar?
EBR:[/COLOR] Essentially yes. That is if you are too far into the deep end to be salvaged.
He sounds crazier than I do when I take mescaline. He has a committed vision. I will give him that. What the f~ck, if he wants to film me, what do I have to hide?
Michael:[/color] Knock yourself out. Just don’t show it to anyone before I see it. I get any kind of final approval. I do care somewhat about my image.
I just don’t want to be a tool. I don’t reveal this fear to the man who has perfected the comeback in the WFWF. He did come back as America’s Wrestler and then managed to have everyone conveniently forget he was actually Canadian for a solid amount of time. That is f~cking skill there, no denying it.
Michael:[/color] I do want you do something for me. I have the next show off and want to cook up a little promo video. I don’t want anyone to forget about my beautiful face. I have kind of dropped off the map when I came here with Donnie.
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah, I have been meaning to ask you about the little person. He has a mouth and an attitude.
Michael:[/color] Well he was one of my dealers. He doesn’t know about the sober thing yet. But he still has his uses. He has connections everywhere in all areas. He makes me laugh too. Heads up though, he usually carries a gun and has lost his temper. Believe it or not, the guy gets as much p~ssy as me too.
EBR:[/COLOR] So this guy is a permanent thing around here?
Michael:[/color] I guess bro. I don’t even remember calling him. I have been losing track of time lately. Another reason why I need to stop doing drugs, I am too young to walk around like I am an Alzheimer patient.
These blackouts aren’t helping anything, just another reason to move beyond the whole junkie routine. A vibration from my cell phone pulls my attention from my new comrade. I pull the phone out of my pocket and check the caller ID. It is Ashley. I hit the ignore button and focus back on the task at hand.
Michael:[/color] So tonight I want to film that promo and then I want to start my detox. Heads up, this is going to be brutal. I am going to be coming off about six different drugs.
EBR:[/COLOR] So plenty of towels and whatnot to clean you up with?
Michael:[/color] Pretty much.
EBR:[/COLOR] This looks like where your buddy has his uses. He owes me for messing up my alarm.
True. Donnie isn’t going to be happy about that.
Michael:[/color] I don’t care if you just hire someone whose only purpose is to ensure that I don’t choke on my own vomit. The first 72 hours are going to be the worst and then after that it is going to smooth sailing. Actually I was thinking of doing this somewhere else. Miami just doesn’t seem right as the place for this. I am thinking the Outer Banks.
EBR:[/COLOR] So you want to go to the Outer Banks while you are going through withdrawal?
How bad could it be? Besides I am Michael Kyzer.
Michael:[/color] How bad could it be? Besides I am Michael Kyzer.
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4/10/2012, 2:31pm
Thinking that detoxing would be nothing but a walk in the park was a complete miscalculation on my part. It definitely was one of the worse things I had ever experienced. The footage shows how truly pathetic and weak I truly am. It is a site that would break a mother’s heart. Never in my life had I fallen into such a depression, never did I think I would go through something that eat away at who I was. But that was the point right? To become someone new right, that is why I was doing this. I could feel my history burning away from who I was or am. Even now when I try thinking back to it, it hurts. For me to think of myself as so vulnerable causes me pain.
EBR:[/COLOR] He thought detoxing would be simple and easy. He was wrong.
EBR adds his two cents as he walks in off the deck to join us. Drakz and David turn towards him as he breaks their attention away from the story I was regaling to the two of them.
David: [/color] So does that mean that EBR is joining The New Epoch.
EBR:[/COLOR] No.
Michael:[/color] No.
As if two great minds are sync we answer at the same time.
Michael:[/color] He is still suspended from the WFWF. He can’t set foot in an arena. He wouldn’t do us any good being a part of The New Epoch. He is just going to be around I guess.
I look towards EBR. Other than this movie I really don’t know the extent of this relationship and how long it is going to last. I guess I will be playing it by ear.
EBR:[/COLOR] I am going to be around until I get bored and just go back to Miami.
Or until E gets bored. That’s cool.
EBR:[/COLOR] But I suppose I could share my infinite wisdom with you guys. It would kind of be like a mentor thing.
Drakz and Brennan both look at each other after the statement. I can read their expressions that they don’t necessarily want to be mentored by the man who used to be “America’s Wrestler.”
Drakz:[/color] No offense but I am really busy right now.
EBR:[/COLOR] I am not a girl you have to give an excuse to because you don’t want to go on a date.
That draws a laugh from me, as that is exactly how Drakz was acting. Drakz turns towards me.
Drakz:[/color] Do you know that you have a match at this show?
I walk over to a table and pick up a folder. I hand it to Drakz.
Michael:[/color] I know. I face Dane Tombs. DMK dug up info on the guy. I have been preparing for the match. I have studied who the guy is.
They both look like I just dropped a bomb on them.
Drakz:[/color] So in the 8 years or so that I have known you, I have never heard of you studying an opponent ever. Are you sure you are alright? That doesn’t seem like Michael Kyzer to me. Are you ill mate?
Michael:[/color] I am sober, not sick. I am doing things differently this time. It doesn’t mean I think this little sh~t can beat me. I just think it is best I walk into that ring without having to be surprised by anything. You know how bad it would look if I return from getting beat by Obo only to get beat by some new guy? I would kick myself out of The New Epoch.
Everyone including E laughs, the idea of Dane Tombs beating me is pretty funny.
Michael:[/color] Anyways, I am ready to take on this second or third generation chump. There will be no legacy in the ring except me when Loaded comes around. Dane Tombs will be the first to see the sober Kyzer.
EBR:[/COLOR] It is as if you are phoenix rising from the ashes, or some other mythological reference that would fit the situation.
David:[/color] So this sober thing is permanent?
I only nod.
David: [/color] You aren’t expecting us to join in as like moral support or something?
I can tell that David doesn’t want me to answer “yes”. I am not going to dictate how my friends live their lives. This is just a Kyzer thing. I shake my head to his relief. Dane Tombs, Raider, Obo, Hutton or anyone else who gets in my way, they will understand just what this new Kyzer is all about. No longer consumed with the need to get high, I can now focus on what matters. It isn’t the drugs, the women or the lifestyle anymore. It is about one thing. It is about getting out from under the thumb of the World Heavyweight Champion. Obo walking around bragging about ending my legacy is enough motivation for me to rip his f~cking lungs out. For anyone to use me as a means to boost their ego is unacceptable. Poor Dane Tombs, he is going to return to his grandfather half a man. I plan on castrating the motherf~cker as a statement to everyone. Kyzer is still a bad, bad man.
I am the first to admit I never thought about the possibility of the Jew beating me. But it happened.
Some would assume that would be the end of me right? Can’t handle the loss so he just packs up his bag and goes home right?
Do I look like I am that big of a p~ssy?
You got to be doing more drugs than me if you think that this is the end of Kyzer. This is not going to be the way my tale ends.
This isn’t going to be how my “Legacy” ends. It won’t be to the hands of the Jew. It will only happen when I decide I simply don’t care about it anymore. That is not the case now.
I care.
I care that I lost to Phillip Schneider. I care that I was beaten by that putz. I care so much, that I will rectify this situation.
I am better than the Jew.
I am better than Obo the Hobo.
I am better than Phillip Schneider.
The perception that he could be better than me is ludicrous. It isn’t something that sits well with me either.
But now I feel like I have some focus. Everything leading up to Tokyo, I didn’t really focus on what was in front of me. I was lost in my own excess and arrogance. I am not going to deny it, I got distracted and the Jew got lucky.
Losing, getting my ego taken down a peg, seeing me lose; that is what everyone wanted. The world got its wishes granted in Tokyo that fateful night. Michael Kyzer got what was coming to him right?
As if it was going to be over that easily. I have no intention of going anywhere. But I do have every intention of getting back what is mine from the Jew.
And I will crush anyone who stands in the way. I have been nice. I have been lenient and lax in return. I didn’t take anyone seriously. Why should I? I am the greatest person to set foot in that ring right? I know a few people who would argue with that but they would be hard pressed to make an argument against me. Now, I must show everyone why I am that great.
Apparently everyone including myself has forgotten what Kyzer can truly do. Now is the time I am going to remind everyone.
I am going to do it with a renewed ferocity. I am not going to have sympathy anymore. It is going to be about utterly destroying everyone who makes the mistake of being my enemy.
It is the only thing that matters now. All of my focus, all of my attention will be on regaining what I lost. It will be about destroying the haters.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing.[/color]
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4/10/2012, 1:53 pm
That splitting pain you get right behind you eye, it is the hangover from the night or nights before, that is the way I wake up. Except I am not coming off a bender, I am not experiencing a hangover. I have had plenty of experience with both. No, this is what doctors classify as withdrawal. Apparently it is just as much of a pain in the ass as a hangover but there is no hair of the dog to cure you. At least not when you are trying to control your addictions and embrace sobriety. That would be why I am currently experiencing this horrible thing.
DMK:[/color] Yo, Mike, you up bro?
I crack my eyes at the sound. The pain intensifies as light hits my eyes and blinds me. I immediately pull the covers back up over my head. F~ck sobriety. If I didn’t have such a good reason for this, then I would be suffering like a POW. I wonder if this is how the Viet Cong tortured their POWs. It is a known fact that all the soldiers during that war were junkies. Oliver Stone didn’t just make that up. The pain recedes back enough for me to be able to open my eyes and not want to rip them out. I pull the covers off my head and before me stands the enigmatic midget Donnie Monty Kint, my long time dealer and now apparently my go to “guy”. I am not exactly sure when he started following me around but I have found that he does have his uses.
DMK:[/color] The “director” wants to know when he can start shooting.
EBR shoots a few videos of me and suddenly thinks that he is on the level of the Coen Brothers, when in reality it is more along the lines of something that Kevin Smith would produce. Low budget, original, fits a niche, but not really Oscar worthy sh~t. I won’t be telling him that though. He has actually proven to be insightful. I guess when you have had as many comebacks as he has you have picked up a few things. When he decided to follow me with a camera, I didn’t really care at the time. I figured he would get bored and forget about it. But he has really taken to it. Being suspended from pretty much the only career you know can give a guy some time to find hobbies.
DMK:[/color] Should I tell him that you aren’t coming down today?
I am an idiot for thinking that getting sober was going to be as easy as snapping my fingers. Withdrawal is a bitch especially when you are withdrawing from a multitude of drugs. Those first few nights were the worst but even now I still feel it. I find myself losing my temper quickly and getting headaches frequently. Sometimes I wonder if I am sick and was just unknowingly self-treating. This is a bitch.
Michael:[/color] I am coming down. Give me a minute.
I manage to sit up and throw my legs out of the bed. My feet hit the floor and I can feel the cool hardwood beneath them. DMK immediately comes over and helps me to my feet. I feel weak from the lack of food over the last few days and my head splitting open. The midget does his best, but there is only so much he can do to help someone twice his size. It isn’t like I can use him as a cane or anything.
Michael:[/color] I’m good, I got it.
My feet find themselves and I find myself walking out the room I have been occupying in this swanky beach I have rented in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I thought it would be a good idea to detox away from everything. Of course I had to do it somewhere comfortable and stylish. I walk down the stairs into the main lounge of the house. EBR is on the deck off the room filming something. I look across the room into the kitchen and catch someone I don’t immediately recognize rooting around in my fridge. Suddenly the person closes the door and I catch who it is.
DMK:[/color] I forgot to tell you that Drakz got here a while ago.
David:[/color] I came too but your little butler there doesn’t seem to want to give me credit.
DMK:[/color] I am not a f~cking butler, dick.
David walks into the room from another making his presence known. Drakz laughs as he joins also.
Drakz:[/color] You have quite the mouth on your little guy.
DMK sneers at them.
DMK:[/color] I may be short but I will f~ck you up.
DMK reaches for something from behind his back but I grab his shoulder first.
Michael:[/color] Give me a minute. Go do something else.
DMK just eyes the two of them for a minute before he walks off.
Drakz:[/color] He is still sensitive over his height I see.
I just shrug as I probably just saved Drakz from being shot. Donnie is one angry dwarf.
Michael:[/color] I didn’t expect to see you guys here.
David:[/color] I can tell. You look worse than me.
Michael:[/color] You detox and see how well you look during it.
David:[/color] No thanks.
He says that as he takes a sip from a flask he conjured up with magic. Dick.
Drakz:[/color] I just thought we would swing by and see how you were doing. Neither of us had really talked to you since the pay per view. Neither of us even knew about the video at the last Loaded until it aired.
Michael:[/color] Yeah, my bad. I should have kept you two in the loop.
David:[/color] What happened to you after the show in Tokyo? You just vanished after they carried you to the back. We came looking for you but everyone said you split. Where did you go?
I guess this is the first real conversation I have had with them since then. I had talked to each briefly before today to tell them where I was but there was really the extent of anything.
Michael:[/color] South Beach. Miami.
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I can feel everything around imploding. My life, my world, it all feels like it is crumbling around me. I can feel the panic, the fear that I am losing everything that I love. This isn’t supposed to be happening to me. I am Michael Kyzer, this can’t happen. I can remember it all vividly. I remember the bitch’s hand being raised, I remember the p~ssy running in and ruining the bitch’s moment. I remember all that. I don’t remember anything before that. I don’t remember showing to the arena or even the flight to Japan. Everything else is gone. I just have that moment.
To only be able to remember the moment when everything fell apart is the tragedy that I am now living. It is almost enough for me to consider other alternatives to living but I am not a big enough p~ssy to commit to suicide rather than deal with my situation. I just need to find someone else who has been in my shoes. Someone else whose life imploded on them, I need to find a way to deal with this and get back what is mine.
How does one fall from grace, gracefully? Can it be done?
There is only one who has the answers.
There is only one who has comeback more than me. There is only one person who has rebounded from tragic circumstances. His circumstances could have even been harder to overcome. He lost to Thunder. There is no way that losing to the Jew is worse than losing to a guy who enjoys snowballing.
Only one man has the answers I was seeking. I needed atonement, penance and salvation. I could only think of one man who had been in situations like mine.
That is the line of thinking I wish I could say I had that lead me to this point. It sounds more impressive than the truth.
The thought process that I actually had was definitely different than this. Actually there was no thought process, there was just reaction.
That reaction led me to waking up on the couch of EBR after I broke into his house with my drug dealing midget.
I do wonder what he thought when he woke up and walked into his living room to find that a junkie and his shady half pint comrade had bypassed his security system. To top it off, I raided his fridge and left a huge mess. I wasn’t very considerate of my host.
Surprisingly, he took it well. I would recount the conversation but I don’t remember most of it. That seems to have been happening a lot lately. Losing time, that is what Aaron Stampler called it right? But he was a murderer of a holy man; I am just a man who enjoys his narcotics.
The conversation was insightful though. E offered me a perspective that I hadn’t thought of. He pointed out that in the history of the WFWF there were much bigger buffoons I could have lost too. I could have lost to Shawn Malakai or Ace Bennett. Then that would have really been embarrassing. Losing to either of those tools would have probably pushed my habit into the overdose threshold level.
But there was another thing gleaned that conversation. I needed to change. It was because of my self-destructive ways that led to my, well, self-destruction. I am not 27 anymore running dominant over the entire promotion. I am 34 now. I am not moving quite as fast as I used to, and it is taking me more effort to put away people. I needed to take advantage of what I have on my opponent.
My mind, my experience and my absolute belief that I can beat anyone, those needed to be the things I exploit. I am not going to be faster or stronger than most of the guys that I get into the ring with. I need to be more cunning, use more guile, and be more ruthless with my aggression and attack. I basically need to reinvent myself as the junkie thing has lost its charm.
When people like Trace Demon become carbon copies, it is time to sing a different song.
Sober Michael Kyzer. I think that is changing it up about as much as you can with me. The thing that so many people have associated with my name over the years is the thing that I am abandoning.
The world isn’t going to know what happened. The world isn’t going to know how to prepare. My opponents will have to regroup and re-strategize. By the time they alter their game plans it will be too late.
As soon as I regain my spot, it will be the beginning of the war.
The war against everyone…
The New Epoch against everyone…
All that from a conversation with EBR, never did I think that he would provide such wisdom. He may prove to be a fruitful advisor. That is why I told him he could film Kyzer’s newest adventure. I think he wants to be Christopher Nolan. He had every movie the guy has put out on Blu-ray.
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3/13/2012, 8:38 am
EBR:[/COLOR] So my movie is going to be Inception meets Sicko.
Michael:[/color] Both those movies were horrible. Michael Moore should be killed just based his annoyance factor.
EBR:[/COLOR] I won’t dispute that, but both won Academy Awards which is my goal. One of those statues would look good with me. I feel like I should have gotten one by now but with my scandal and whatnot, I figured I will have to work slightly harder now. Plus I need to represent The Wu. It isn’t like they are going to give the respect out to my boy RZA’s new movie, The Man with the Iron Fists. They never give respect out to those who deserve it. It is like Rourke being screwed out of the Best Actor and Penn won for Milk.
What the f~ck is he babbling about? EBR decided he wanted to film my rehab/detox and now has pitched this as his grand calling card. I guess you got to do something to stave off the boredom.
EBR:[/COLOR] I am sick of having to be around greasy guidos. They are horrible wretched creatures.
I guess I will have to relent to this if I want to keep the guy around so I can pick his brain.
Michael:[/color] So what do you want from me exactly?
EBR:[/COLOR] Namely I want to film your sober angle and then your return to the company. Kind of like a guy rising from the wreckage of his burnt out druggie life and trying to salvage what means the most to him. I want to show everyone just how desperate you are to hold on to these things. I want the audience to have sympathy for you in the end. I want to turn everything around on the world and by the end of the film; they will be crying my genius at how I turned the most despised man in the world into a sympathetic character.
Michael:[/color] So by making me looking desperate and pathetic you are going to make me sympathetic and likable. And that will get you an Oscar?
EBR:[/COLOR] Essentially yes. That is if you are too far into the deep end to be salvaged.
He sounds crazier than I do when I take mescaline. He has a committed vision. I will give him that. What the f~ck, if he wants to film me, what do I have to hide?
Michael:[/color] Knock yourself out. Just don’t show it to anyone before I see it. I get any kind of final approval. I do care somewhat about my image.
I just don’t want to be a tool. I don’t reveal this fear to the man who has perfected the comeback in the WFWF. He did come back as America’s Wrestler and then managed to have everyone conveniently forget he was actually Canadian for a solid amount of time. That is f~cking skill there, no denying it.
Michael:[/color] I do want you do something for me. I have the next show off and want to cook up a little promo video. I don’t want anyone to forget about my beautiful face. I have kind of dropped off the map when I came here with Donnie.
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah, I have been meaning to ask you about the little person. He has a mouth and an attitude.
Michael:[/color] Well he was one of my dealers. He doesn’t know about the sober thing yet. But he still has his uses. He has connections everywhere in all areas. He makes me laugh too. Heads up though, he usually carries a gun and has lost his temper. Believe it or not, the guy gets as much p~ssy as me too.
EBR:[/COLOR] So this guy is a permanent thing around here?
Michael:[/color] I guess bro. I don’t even remember calling him. I have been losing track of time lately. Another reason why I need to stop doing drugs, I am too young to walk around like I am an Alzheimer patient.
These blackouts aren’t helping anything, just another reason to move beyond the whole junkie routine. A vibration from my cell phone pulls my attention from my new comrade. I pull the phone out of my pocket and check the caller ID. It is Ashley. I hit the ignore button and focus back on the task at hand.
Michael:[/color] So tonight I want to film that promo and then I want to start my detox. Heads up, this is going to be brutal. I am going to be coming off about six different drugs.
EBR:[/COLOR] So plenty of towels and whatnot to clean you up with?
Michael:[/color] Pretty much.
EBR:[/COLOR] This looks like where your buddy has his uses. He owes me for messing up my alarm.
True. Donnie isn’t going to be happy about that.
Michael:[/color] I don’t care if you just hire someone whose only purpose is to ensure that I don’t choke on my own vomit. The first 72 hours are going to be the worst and then after that it is going to smooth sailing. Actually I was thinking of doing this somewhere else. Miami just doesn’t seem right as the place for this. I am thinking the Outer Banks.
EBR:[/COLOR] So you want to go to the Outer Banks while you are going through withdrawal?
How bad could it be? Besides I am Michael Kyzer.
Michael:[/color] How bad could it be? Besides I am Michael Kyzer.
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4/10/2012, 2:31pm
Thinking that detoxing would be nothing but a walk in the park was a complete miscalculation on my part. It definitely was one of the worse things I had ever experienced. The footage shows how truly pathetic and weak I truly am. It is a site that would break a mother’s heart. Never in my life had I fallen into such a depression, never did I think I would go through something that eat away at who I was. But that was the point right? To become someone new right, that is why I was doing this. I could feel my history burning away from who I was or am. Even now when I try thinking back to it, it hurts. For me to think of myself as so vulnerable causes me pain.
EBR:[/COLOR] He thought detoxing would be simple and easy. He was wrong.
EBR adds his two cents as he walks in off the deck to join us. Drakz and David turn towards him as he breaks their attention away from the story I was regaling to the two of them.
David: [/color] So does that mean that EBR is joining The New Epoch.
EBR:[/COLOR] No.
Michael:[/color] No.
As if two great minds are sync we answer at the same time.
Michael:[/color] He is still suspended from the WFWF. He can’t set foot in an arena. He wouldn’t do us any good being a part of The New Epoch. He is just going to be around I guess.
I look towards EBR. Other than this movie I really don’t know the extent of this relationship and how long it is going to last. I guess I will be playing it by ear.
EBR:[/COLOR] I am going to be around until I get bored and just go back to Miami.
Or until E gets bored. That’s cool.
EBR:[/COLOR] But I suppose I could share my infinite wisdom with you guys. It would kind of be like a mentor thing.
Drakz and Brennan both look at each other after the statement. I can read their expressions that they don’t necessarily want to be mentored by the man who used to be “America’s Wrestler.”
Drakz:[/color] No offense but I am really busy right now.
EBR:[/COLOR] I am not a girl you have to give an excuse to because you don’t want to go on a date.
That draws a laugh from me, as that is exactly how Drakz was acting. Drakz turns towards me.
Drakz:[/color] Do you know that you have a match at this show?
I walk over to a table and pick up a folder. I hand it to Drakz.
Michael:[/color] I know. I face Dane Tombs. DMK dug up info on the guy. I have been preparing for the match. I have studied who the guy is.
They both look like I just dropped a bomb on them.
Drakz:[/color] So in the 8 years or so that I have known you, I have never heard of you studying an opponent ever. Are you sure you are alright? That doesn’t seem like Michael Kyzer to me. Are you ill mate?
Michael:[/color] I am sober, not sick. I am doing things differently this time. It doesn’t mean I think this little sh~t can beat me. I just think it is best I walk into that ring without having to be surprised by anything. You know how bad it would look if I return from getting beat by Obo only to get beat by some new guy? I would kick myself out of The New Epoch.
Everyone including E laughs, the idea of Dane Tombs beating me is pretty funny.
Michael:[/color] Anyways, I am ready to take on this second or third generation chump. There will be no legacy in the ring except me when Loaded comes around. Dane Tombs will be the first to see the sober Kyzer.
EBR:[/COLOR] It is as if you are phoenix rising from the ashes, or some other mythological reference that would fit the situation.
David:[/color] So this sober thing is permanent?
I only nod.
David: [/color] You aren’t expecting us to join in as like moral support or something?
I can tell that David doesn’t want me to answer “yes”. I am not going to dictate how my friends live their lives. This is just a Kyzer thing. I shake my head to his relief. Dane Tombs, Raider, Obo, Hutton or anyone else who gets in my way, they will understand just what this new Kyzer is all about. No longer consumed with the need to get high, I can now focus on what matters. It isn’t the drugs, the women or the lifestyle anymore. It is about one thing. It is about getting out from under the thumb of the World Heavyweight Champion. Obo walking around bragging about ending my legacy is enough motivation for me to rip his f~cking lungs out. For anyone to use me as a means to boost their ego is unacceptable. Poor Dane Tombs, he is going to return to his grandfather half a man. I plan on castrating the motherf~cker as a statement to everyone. Kyzer is still a bad, bad man.
I dont know good luck 
