Post by Kyzer on May 30, 2012 15:02:45 GMT -5
The King of Seattle has finally come home. It has been three long months since I left Seattle. It would be a journey that would take me all over the world, not that I haven’t already done my share of travelling in life. But f~ck…it is nice to get back to where you feel most comfortable.
But coming home doesn’t come without its own concerns. I am walking into a sh~tstorm as I step off the plane. Legal problems, custody issues, a big match in my backyard, and a massive hunger to immediately put something up my nose or in my lungs…that is what I am facing. All these things attack me like a swarm of ants. But as I feel that Washington State ground under my feet, I don’t worry about any of these. It isn’t because I am home that I don’t worry, it is because I already have everything taken care of. I am coming home to tie up loose ends.
DMK: Where are we heading to first? Your house? Drakz is already in town.
I look down at my diminutive companion. I am happy he came home a few weeks before me. If he didn’t come pick me up from Sea-Tac Airport then I would have had to take a cab. I hate public transportation. DMK has already taken care of a few loose ends for me. Now it is time for me to tie up the most important.
Kyzer: No, we are going to the lawyer’s.
DMK doesn’t say anything, he just nods and begins pushing his way through the holiday traffic that is polluting the airport. Several people turn to say something when they feel a hand push their ass out of the way but suddenly stop when they see an angry looking dwarf. I just follow in the wake; I always like to surround myself with useful people. Within a few minutes we have worked out way out of Sea-Tac and are in DMK’s Denali. I wonder how much gas cost DMK to drive this thing from North Carolina to Washington.
DMK: So what is the plan at the lawyer’s?
Donnie has done nothing but prove his unwavering loyalty to me over the last few months. I can understand his desire to break out of the background, for years I stifled his desire. I was definitely making a mistake. I can’t begin to imagine how much of a pain in the ass life would be without the midget.
Kyzer: We are going to tell him the truth.
DMK: The truth?
He looks at me from the corner of his eye while still focusing on the road.
Kyzer: Yes. I plan on telling Seth everything.
DMK: Won’t we then have to face the consequences with the law?
I can hear the skepticism in his voice. I can understand why, I wouldn’t want to be a midget in prison either. That is just asking to get raped.
Kyzer: Donnie, we did nothing wrong. Don’t worry about anything.
We did but if you tell yourself a lie enough times, it eventually becomes truth. If you are smart in the lies and truths you tell, you can shape the world in front of you. I have been doing it for years. People think I am all smoke and mirrors and other horsesh~t. I am just smarter than everyone else. That is my real strength, drug abuse did nothing but leave me lost in a fog a lot of the time. It didn’t cause me to be become stupid or anything. I just didn’t look at anything with any kind of focus. But now the fog has lifted, now I have focus, now I can see what I want and exactly how to get it.
Kyzer: We are going to shape our future how we want my friend.
He looks confused. I just ignore it and look out the window. The dreary overcast day is beautiful to me. It just reminds me of smoking a blunt on the roof watching the clouds pass over. It is a myth that it rains every day here for any f~cking morons out there. I can feel the hunger in the back of head, the one calling for me to make a call and snot an eight ball off a stripper.
Kyzer: Bittersweet homecoming.
DMK: What was that?
He doesn’t understand what I mumbled but I just ignore him. I knew walking into this town that the desire to go back to my old lifestyle would be strongest here. How can it not be? I was the King of Seattle for nearly a decade. I am Seattle’s bastard son, everyone knows of my existence and look at me in a light of false pity. But everyone in Seattle knows who I am. Everyone knows I sit on The Iron Throne. I am not the result of incest, my blood is pure. I am the f~cking King of Seattle. I can walk into this town and f~ck my cravings up the ass. I have control of this. I have control of my situation.
Kyzer: I want you to get the Throne moved out of my house. Send it to the lair.
DMK: Sure, but why?
Kyzer: I don’t want it there that is why.
I don’t mean to snap but sometimes the hunger makes me agitated. I patiently wait the day that I finally slay the craving in the back of my head. It is like the back of my eyes are itching but I can’t scratch at it for fear of going blind. I need my eyes.
Kyzer: It just serves no purpose sitting in an empty house.
He doesn’t say anything in response. He is probably pissed that I snapped at him. He will put up with slightly more from me than anyone else but don’t think that he wouldn’t pull a gun on me if he felt angry enough. Donnie is a loose cannon, it really works to his advantage because thanks to Matt Roloff people think midgets are p~ssies.
Kyzer: Hey, I want you out there with us during the show. I need to make sure things stay on even footing.
DMK: I can do that.
Kyzer: This is going to be a very special show. I need to stress the importance of this.
DMK: I got what you are saying.
Nothing more needs to be said. We have a language amongst ourselves. When you spend as much time around paranoid drug dealers like I have, you pick up how to speak to them. Sometimes I forget who I am talking to and find myself lost in a conversation that doesn’t make any sense. That is still something I haven’t been able to shake in my sobriety. I just want everything to be perfect. It is my homecoming after all.
DMK: So are we sticking around Seattle after the show?
It is a question I have asked myself the last few days. I no longer have the swanky beach house in North Carolina, EBR moved to a studio in LA to finish up the movie with some new financiers. After he rebuffed my attempts to partner up with him, he started shaking up with some Russians. He said something about not wanting to share “his” Oscar. I didn’t give a f~ck about the reward. I just want feel like if he is going to make money off me, I might as well have an even stake in it. EBR is just a dick.
DMK: Ummm…you hear me?
He redirects my attention back to the question. Apparently he really wants an answer to this.
Kyzer: I don’t know.
DMK: Well, you know I am with you and all but I do have some other business affairs around town that I need to address. Basically I am saying, I wouldn’t mind sticking around for a while. I mean in between matches of course.
Of course he would want to stay here. He hated North Carolina and doesn’t want me getting him stuck in the south again. Ever since I set foot in this city again, the gnawing at the back of my brain has grown. If I was a menstruating little c~nt rag like Schneider then I would give into cravings. But of course I have a sack with real testicles so I remain strong.
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DMK and I sit in the office of Seth Xavier waiting…waiting…and waiting some more. It has been nearly an hour since his secretary told us to wait in his office. I don’t have patience stoned, what makes him think I will have it now that I am sober. I look over at my companion; he is sitting restless in his chair. He is as annoyed by this as much as I am. Finally when I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin, the door of the office swings open and the smug Seth Xavier walks into the office. He doesn’t offer us warm greetings; he just walks to his desk and takes a sit behind it.
Seth: Now let’s get down to business.
No apology for being late?
Kyzer: No apology for being late?
Seth: No. I was busy setting up your Olympic style drug testing.
I had completely forgotten that I told him I would do that. Good thing I didn’t smoke a blunt when I got off the airplane, see what I did there, poking fun at my cravings. Seth’s gaze falls on DMK.
Seth: You are?
DMK hops out of his chair and extends his hand towards the lawyer.
DMK: Donnie Monty Kint pleased to meet you.
I told Donnie to be polite to the lawyer since he had saved my ass couple of times and I want to stick with this firm if I can. Donnie has a way of rubbing people the wrong way if you let him off his leash.
Seth: Ripping off the Usual Suspects again?
We just look at each other as neither of us understands the comment.
Seth: Never mind.
DMK puts his hand down and climbs back into his seat as Seth just continues to eye the little man.
Seth: So the man has dropped all charges for the assault. He even pointed the blame towards Callista for the fire. And I looked over your bank records and saw where you purchased the ticket to Brazil.
DMK casts a sideways glance towards me that Seth doesn’t miss.
Seth: I assume little man had a hand in this.
DMK: You assume what?
DMK suddenly gets defensive and aggression appears in his tone. Jesus, trying to control this midget is like holding back a rabid pit bull. I am just waiting for the day he tries to bite his master. I will put him down like Ole Yeller. I won’t hesitate even though he is a friend. I have found in my sobriety that I put up with less sh~t even from people that I like. At this point I don’t know what annoys me more, Drakz’s paranoia or Donnie’s temper.
DMK: I didn’t do sh~t.
Sound more like a f~cking thug why don’t you.
Kyzer: Calm down. Seth, I told you the truth would come out so why does it matter.
Seth finally looks at me, taking his attention off of DMK.
Seth: Don’t bring him back here. He isn’t my client.
I smile.
Kyzer: Actually that was something I wanted to talk to you about. I want you to represent The New Epoch as a whole and individually.
Seth: You want me to represent your scumbag friends. Even Drakz who gets more sexual harassment complaints than Travolta in a male massage parlor?
Cheap heat.
Kyzer: Yes. I see us getting into a situation where a legal team behind us would be a good thing.
He doesn’t say anything. It seems like he is thinking about it. I am sure he is just calculating all the hours he can bill me. I know he isn’t going to do something like this out of the goodness of his heart.
Seth: You pass the drug test and I will do it. But my fee per hour is going to be higher for your sh~thead companions. And I also want to know what you did to suddenly make all your problems go away. You got lucky with the police putting Kylie as the one who had all the cocaine found in your house. This is something that would take more than just a little luck.
DMK goes to say something but I put my hand out and stop him before he can.
Kyzer: It is just that the truth finally came out. I tried to protect everyone involved for my son’s sake but you know, you can’t bury the truth.
Seth: I am going to cry bullsh~t. I have seen how much you care about the kid since you abruptly left him with my sister. If you didn’t have wages garnished from your pay checks, I would be financially supporting two of your kids instead of just your ex-wife.
Kyzer: Don’t blame me she didn’t want alimony.
Seth: What kind of career skills does she have beyond caring for your bastard children? Remember, you had her drop out of college when you two got married. You said you would support her.
Where is all this coming from? Usually we are able to avoid any awkward situations involving his sister. Why does my ex-wife’s brother have to be such a good lawyer? He is a giant dick, like EBR.
Kyzer: I assume there is a reason why you are berating me.
Seth: Go see your kid and you will understand. Now they have everything set up in the conference room on the 17th floor. The quicker you get it done and pass like you say you will, the sooner your friends will be represented by the firm.
We stand from our seats. Donnie immediately walks out; I stare at Seth for a moment longer before I follow.
Seth: Oh, and good luck in your little match while you are here.
It is impossible to miss his sarcasm with that comment. I just ignore it and follow DMK to the elevators. Neither of us say anything until the elevator opens and closes behind us. I press the button for the 17th floor.
DMK: Well he is a douche.
Kyzer: But he is very good at his job.
DMK: Since when is Callista in Brazil?
Kyzer: Since the plane ticket said so. Good job with the other situation.
DMK: I sent him a toe like in The B-
Kyzer: Big Lebowski? You watch too many movies my friend.
DMK: I just like Buscemi a lot in that movie.
Kyzer: I wonder why.
The elevator opens and I step off. I quickly turn towards DMK before the door closes again.
Kyzer: Go bring the car around, I won’t be long. We have a few other places we need to get to today.
Donnie nods and the doors close. I begin to make my way through the office towards the conference room. As I approach it though, my thoughts aren’t on the drug test or anything with my ex –wife. I find my thoughts drifting towards my opponents. I am thinking about Raider, Ace and Drake as I go to take a drug test. With everything going in my life and world right now, those three have yet to leave my thoughts. No distractions.
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I walk out onto the streets and like a form of evil voodoo, DMK stands in front of his SUV with David Brennan and Drakz. I didn’t expect to see them after taking a drug test. It is probably a good thing though. We do have a lot of things to get set up.
Kyzer: I didn’t expect you two to meet me here.
Drakz: I called your cell and the little guy answered.
DMK hands it to me.
DMK: You left it in the car.
David walks over and offers me a beer. Of course he has a longneck to his lips as we speak. I just shake my head and he simply shrugs, tosses his empty and begins putting back the one he offered.
Drakz: Where are we headed?
Kyzer: I got one place to go before he hit the lair up.
DMK: Taking the lawyer’s advice?
Kyzer: I was planning on going by there anyways.
With that, everyone loads up in the Denali. Drakz claims shotgun so we are forced to listen to whatever sh~tty music he puts over the speakers. Within minutes I am lost in thought as we weave on the roads towards Ashley’s house. Normally I don’t mix work and family but at this point, Drakz and David are family. I care more about their well-being than my own child’s. I am a f~cked up person even sober it seems. I pay no attention to the conversation happening around me. I am thinking of the show. Since I have gotten sober, it has been all work. All my focus has been put on the WFWF. That is going to be terrible for my opponents because I only half-assed things when I was high.
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Clouds and fog. It is like walking through a sea of grey for him. He can’t see what is in front of him, he could step on an IED and everything would be over like that. This is how the blind existed before seeing eye dogs, so he should just man up and deal with it right? He stumbles over something, a root or rock. He can definitely feel himself outdoors. He can feel the humidity cause his clothes to stick to his body. Russian bath houses aren’t this uncomfortable. He stumbles again and nearly falls. He manages to catch himself with a nearby tree. The bark feels rough under his hands. He takes a moment and continues forward. He has to man up and keep trekking through this.
“He is getting there.”[/color]
The words echo throughout the fog. They offer a warning and consolation at the same time. But he has to trek on; he has to reach his goal. It is a life or death situation. He stops and breaths. It is hard to take air in as the humidity almost feels crushing. He wishes it would just rain. After a moment he pushes onward. He can’t see it but he can feel it. It is ahead of him, calling to him. He can’t ignore it anymore, as much as he has tried, he just can’t. His willpower has been attacked, it has been pillaged, and it has been destroyed. He just can’t fight it anymore. The pull has become too much, he has submitted to its alluring call. Now he just has to get there.
“He comes.” [/color]
He can feel it in the tone, he is getting close. The time will soon be at hand when the world will be at peace. Everything will be the way it should. It is almost time.
“Wake up.” [/color]
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I open my eyes and find myself greeted with Seattle suburbia. I glance around the car, everyone is stepping out. I guess I should probably do the same since it is because of me that we are here.
David: Where are we?
Drakz: Baby Mama number one.
David: How many does he have?
Kyzer: Three baby mamas and four kids.
They both realize that I can hear their failed whispers.
Drakz: I thought it was just two and two.
I look at him over the roof of the car as I step out.
Kyzer: Another one came forward with twins, a boy and a girl. Expect she didn’t want anything from me except some medical bills paid.
Drakz: Well that was awfully sweet of her, to give you back ups and not ask you to raise them.
Back-ups? It isn’t like they are spare kids or something. Actually that is how I treat them, but I think he is being genuine. For Drakz he would see it as a favor if a woman didn’t try to force a kid in his life. I think I am just so used to it, I didn’t really see it the same way. But that was awfully nice of her.
Kyzer: Well this is going to be fun.
As I mumble the words I stare at the house in front of me. It belongs to Ashley. She is currently in possession of two of my children. It makes the children sound like objects when I say it that way. That would be an appropriate description. I tried the father thing, and failed. Well if you can consider the small effort I gave it an attempt. The front door of the house swings open and out runs Gavin. My little six year old son, and look he is wearing a Raider shirt. What the f~ck is wrong with this kid?
Gavin: Daddy!
Drakz and David walk around to this side of the car. The moment Drakz does, he catches sight of my son and instantly freezes. It doesn’t go unnoticed to me.
Drakz: I’ll be in the car.
As he runs back around to his seat in the car, the kid clings to my leg like a leech out for blood. David stares down at the kid while putting back a beer. He looks at him for another fifteen seconds before he starts wondering the around the yard in boredom. Gavin let’s go and looks at DMK. They are about the same size. I can’t help but laugh on the inside.
Gavin: Are you six too?
DMK looks up at me as if I am supposed to answer the question. I just walk past the kid and leave the two of them behind. I catch sight of what I really came here for. Ashley stands in the doorway watching us. She doesn’t appear to be smiling, so that means she certainly isn’t in a good mood. I did dump a kid on her and my daughter out of nowhere while in a bender.
Ashley: So Seth told me you took a drug test today to prove you are sober.
I just smirk, f~cking gossiping hens.
Kyzer: I did and I am.
Ashley raises an eyebrow in skepticism.
Ashley: Since when?
Kyzer: Since I left Japan basically. I have been holed up in North Carolina getting clean.
Ashley: What is the name of the rehab center?
Kyzer: Ummm the Kyzer center? I didn’t go to rehab. I was in a beach house in the Outer Banks.
Ashley: You really think you can just go cold turkey and give up everything without any kind of professional help?
Yes. I am Michael Kyzer.
Kyzer: Yes. I am Michael Kyzer.
That answer doesn’t seem to assure her as much as it does me.
Kyzer: What does it matter? I am clean. Shouldn’t that be what matters?
She looks at me for a minute. I think she is trying to figure out if I am high or not.
Ashley: Why did you get clean? I mean, I have tried for years to get you into rehab. I have tried for years to get you to get some kind of help. If it wasn’t because of me and your kids then what reason did you have to get sober?
I don’t think she even expected to just crack like that. She is fighting back the tears from her sudden outburst. I am caught off guard. I didn’t expect the crying. I stand there awkwardly for a second before I grab hold of the situation.
Kyzer: Reasons don’t matter. I am sober and I am not walking that path again.
Ashley: Then why are you here? You decide that now you are clean you can come back?
The last comment wasn’t snide like I would expect. It had an almost inviting tone. I can see under her eyes that she is tired from taking care of two kids. I almost feel bad for her. She should have probably closed the door on me years ago. Thankfully, most women are emotional messes that can be preyed upon.
Kyzer: Well every bad guy needs that tale of redemption right?
She smiles and I can see more tears about to come.
Kyzer: But that tale doesn’t start yet…
She isn’t smiling now.
Kyzer: I need you to take care of Gavin a while longer. There is something I must do before anything else can happen.
Ashley just looks at me like I just kicked her in the ovaries.
Kyzer: Ashley, I really need this favor. If you can’t do it, I will have to take him to someone else. He knows you and trusts you. Please do this for me.
I grab her hand as I ask this of her. I stare into her eyes. I throw on the charm and turn up the charisma. A second later, I feel a tug on the line…it hits again, I pull back. And then it is hooked. I can see it in her eyes. I have her. Always so simple with her.
Ashley: I’ll do it. Please just don’t forget about him. You can play your games with me, but don’t do it to him and Serenity. They don’t deserve it.
I just smile that same arrogant smirk I have had for years. It is because I realize that this woman is forever going to be broken because of me. Broken women are easy to manipulate…Schneider seems to have caught on to that.
Kyzer: After I finish what I have to do, I will be back. Things will be different.
How much of a douchebag do I sound saying that? I throw out the bullsh~t to her. She buys it. It is a fun little game we play. It is a fun game I play with nearly woman. They all end up forever scarred. I call it the mark of Kyzer.
Gavin: Daddy, are you staying?
I turn and see Gavin standing behind me. Apparently he got bored with the midget or the midget got bored with him. He looks up at me in his Raider shirt.
Kyzer: (towards Ashley) Why the hell do you buy him stuff like that?
Ashley: Well since EBR retired, Raider is his favorite wrestler.
Kyzer: My son has terrible taste. I will have to fix that when I get back. Burn the shirt please and don’t buy him any more Raider swag. (towards Gavin) I can’t buddy. I have to go kick the sh~t out of Raider.
I just walk by the kid as I can hear Ashley gasp loudly. Within seconds Gavin is crying. My son is a ****, I am embarrassed. I approach the car and find Drakz and David in the car. DMK is waiting for me outside.
DMK: Everything good?
Kyzer: Yep, just wrapping up more loose ends.
DMK: Her keeping your kid is a loose end?
Kyzer: No. Me breaking her will to mine was a loose end. She can f~ck up everything if she was to run her mouth. She knows that I wasn’t with her all night. I don’t need her conscience getting in my way. You slowly chip away at a woman long enough, you find that spot…that spot where if you hit it right, everything crumbles around them. It is then that you own them. I have known Ashley’s for years. She has wanted nothing more than to have me clean and part of the kids’ life again. I just played into that and then I hooked her.
DMK: Like a bass?
Kyzer: …Yes, like a bass.
I climb back into the car. I feel good; better than I have since I got here. The itch in the back of my head is minimal. I think maybe I just have a sense of accomplishment from today. It is satisfying knowing that you didn’t sit on your ass all day and get high. Who knew personal satisfaction was almost as good as kush blunt and a needle of china white?
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He is on his knees crawling through the oppressive bleak purgatory he has found himself in. He can’t escape; he can’t find his way out. He is lost, and the voice beckoning him is calling. It is calling loud. So loud that he can’t ignore it. He claws at the ground as he pushes his way to his feet. He can feel the blood pour from the cuts that cover his body. He breathes in, it is difficult but he manages a deep breath. He exhales. As he does, a faint light can be seen in the distance.
“You are almost there.”
The calling and the light are one as he takes a step. He follows with another. Each step becomes slightly easier. He is feeling hope again.
“You are going to lose…”
A different voice floats by his head.
“You can’t win this fight….”
It floats by on the other side.
“They will destroy you…”
He can hear it all around him. Its echo attacks his morale…his hope…his fight. He doesn’t stop though. With each step he shows that he still has life in him. With each step he shows that he won’t be denied.
“They are all better than you…And that kills you…”
He stops.
“You aren’t the best anymore…You hate it…You will never be there again…Your time is over…It is the truth right?”
The voice howls in laughter. He closes his eyes. He breathes in. He breathes out. He breathes in. He breathes out.
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I open my eyes and the flames nearly bite my face. I take a step back from the inferno before me. It takes me a moment to register my surroundings. I look around. There is DMK, Drakz and David. The New Epoch is with me. I turn back around and before I watch my house burn. I take another step back and stand beside them.
Drakz: Are you sure this is what you wanted to do?
Kyzer: Kind of too late now.
Drakz: What about that gnarly throne from Game of Thrones?
DMK: It is in the lair. Don’t jerk off on it.
Drakz seems offended by the warning as if he wasn’t that type of person. Of course the world knows that any man who will piss down some chick’s throat is one sick f~ck.
David: Why are we burning your house?
Kyzer: Therapy. This place was where I enjoyed every indulgence that man could have. I have a new focus now and don’t need this as a distraction. As long as the Palace of Kyzer stood, that part of my life would exist. It had to go.
David: So Seattle’s favorite junkie is officially dead?
Kyzer: Yes.
He is dead. I loved the drugs. I loved the lifestyle. But I have things that I deem more important now. What started as something small has blossomed into something more. Something that will be massive and game changing…epic. I am a new man. Raider, Ace, Drake, and everyone else will see that soon enough….
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He opens his eyes. He beams a new confidence; he looks forward with a new resolve. He sees his goal. He knows he can attain.
“You will lose…that is what you do now…loser…”[/i]
He smiles and takes off running. He has found a new strength to fight this fog, this oppressive environment. The light is coming closer or he is getting closer to it. The voice is howling in the distance but he is too far gone to make out its words. He knows now that he has won. As he approaches the light, the area explodes in a warm golden light. He is blinded from the shock of it. Slowly his sight returns. He looks around. He is standing in warm sunshine, the grass beneath his feet is green and everything around him feels so alive. It is the opposite of the fog and clouds. In the middle of this peaceful serene setting is an arena. A big neon sign on the side advertises the WFWF. It advertises WFWF World Champion Michael Kyzer. He looks up at it. A smile comes to his face. But something else catches his eye. It is a remote sitting on the ground. He can feel it calling to him. It was the thing beckoning him to this point. He grabs the remote and looks at it. It has one button. It is screaming for him to push it. He finds himself unable to fight it. He pushes the button. Almost instantly the arena in front of him explodes and crumbles to dust. He can feel it, the feeling washes over him. It is the feeling of freedom, the feeling of doing the right thing. It is the feeling of personal satisfaction.
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Now we get to what I do better than anyone else, it is time for the sh~t talk.
Take notes Schneider, instead of just recycling the same of garbage.
This six man tag is going to be f~cking epic. There is no around it. It is the first time that The New Epoch has teamed together. Drakz, David Brennan, and Michael Kyzer in on one match together, the only thing that will make it better will be to put it in front of my people. Never mind, we are doing that. Who the f~ck thinks they can come up into my town and take a piss?
Raider…
Ace Bennett…
Drake Elias…
Those are the three who have decided they can hang with me?
Feel free to correct me but didn’t I humble all three of them before?
Didn’t I run Raider out of the company?
Didn’t I send Ace back to the bottom of the ladder after I stole his opportunity and turned it into mine?
Didn’t I just beat Elias the immigrant on the last show?
What the f~ck makes Xavier Pierce think that they deserve to headline a show with me?
All the questions and absolutely no answers to go with them, so I should just suck it up. Instead I am just going to make an example of these three. What everyone doesn’t realize yet is that we are completely on the same page, the three of us are. The New Epoch is one step ahead of everyone. We are just more intelligent. We will control every aspect of this situation I assure you. They will regret being chosen to walk into this situation.
Ace has become a shell of the man I fought at Superbrawl. Now he is on rampages attacking everyone with chairs and just being an all-around nuisance. Bashing some random bottom feeders doesn’t intimidate anyone little Ace. I am still waiting on dear Alicia’s number too. I may be sober but I am not celibate. A man still needs to f~ck, but I don’t think that is anything Ace has experience. I am sure if he found a wet hole, he would be able to relax so much better. Sex is good for you, it releases endorphins. My only guess is that Ace is just embarrassed about what he is packing down there which would make anyone angry. It’s cool man that is why God put hookers on the planet.
Elias is the one who needs to be drug tested. I am convinced the lunatic is on roids. You could be so much more under the right guidance but you have seemed to find yourself on the opposite end of things. You won’t get far in this industry if you don’t smarten up. Maybe Drakz will knock some sense in you come Survival of the Fittest. Do yourself a favor and ditch your partners come game time. It would make things easier on everyone. Otherwise you will learn that things here are very different from where you come from. I can hold quite a grudge and will go to great lengths because of them.
Raider…you make your triumphant with an inexplicable loss to your partner Ace. You decide that it is your mission to take down The New Epoch as if you possessed the ability to do such a thing. You have a lot of balls thinking that you could just slap me and get away with it. You see, there are bigger things in store for you especially. I have f~cking hated you since the day I set foot in this company in 2006. You were everything that was wrong with this company. You were this piece of sh~t who sat at the top of the card without exuding any talent whatsoever. You stood on the glass ceiling with the likes of Destroyer, Slayer, Total Apocalypse, Stuart2k1 and Johnny Michaels. And with the exception of Michaels, I put all of you down. Somewhere in your head you have forgotten the past. I guess that makes you doomed to repeat it.
All three of these asshats can't hold my cock. I am not worried about the outcome of this event; I am not worried about what they are going to do to me. They can do nothing but accept their fate.
I have hold of this situation, and I am f~cking it rotten.
Crude? Maybe a little classless? Who the f~ck do you think I am Shawn Malakai?
The problems with the WFWF are epitomized in this match. We have Raider getting a title shot in such a f~cked up manner that I could lose my rightful rematch. We have Ace going around attacking people while the new CEO claims to be changing things. Then we have a rookie coming in and demanding a better title shot. When did things get so backwards that people didn’t have to put in the work? When did the place fall so off track?
This place is a shell of what it was. The roster is a shell of what it was. It is f~cking pathetic.
Raider and Ace thinking they are “saving” the WFWF or anyone by standing defiantly in my way is insane. I am going to set things on a path of rebirth. That is what I am going to do. That is what I have to do.
I am not the enemy; The New Epoch isn’t the enemy.
I am one of the good guys, The New Epoch are the good guys.
If you support righteousness, truth, justice and the American way, then you should support The New Epoch.
If you are a spineless worm, go hang with Raider, Ace and Elias. You haven’t seen The New Epoch going around attacking people have you? Who looks like the villain attacking people from behind? It isn’t us. We are the victims. We are the ones being attacked and oppressed. We are the ones who need the sympathy.
We are the Good Guys.
We are Heroes.
They are Villains.
Ace Bennett is Evil.
Raider is Evil.
Drake Elias is Evil.
And Xavier Pierce is the mastermind behind all of them. He is the puppet master. Beware of any Kool-Aid he tries to give you.
The evidence points in my favor here. Who has been putting out PSA’s with anti-drugs messages? It hasn’t been Raider. He hasn’t done sh~t accept jump people and cheat to beat Brennan.
I ask you, who is good and who is evil with this evidences.
The New Epoch…The FACES of the WFWF….
Stand up with us for righteousness and way of the American people.
That is a monochromatic monologue for all the f~cking pretenders out there. [/i]
But coming home doesn’t come without its own concerns. I am walking into a sh~tstorm as I step off the plane. Legal problems, custody issues, a big match in my backyard, and a massive hunger to immediately put something up my nose or in my lungs…that is what I am facing. All these things attack me like a swarm of ants. But as I feel that Washington State ground under my feet, I don’t worry about any of these. It isn’t because I am home that I don’t worry, it is because I already have everything taken care of. I am coming home to tie up loose ends.
DMK: Where are we heading to first? Your house? Drakz is already in town.
I look down at my diminutive companion. I am happy he came home a few weeks before me. If he didn’t come pick me up from Sea-Tac Airport then I would have had to take a cab. I hate public transportation. DMK has already taken care of a few loose ends for me. Now it is time for me to tie up the most important.
Kyzer: No, we are going to the lawyer’s.
DMK doesn’t say anything, he just nods and begins pushing his way through the holiday traffic that is polluting the airport. Several people turn to say something when they feel a hand push their ass out of the way but suddenly stop when they see an angry looking dwarf. I just follow in the wake; I always like to surround myself with useful people. Within a few minutes we have worked out way out of Sea-Tac and are in DMK’s Denali. I wonder how much gas cost DMK to drive this thing from North Carolina to Washington.
DMK: So what is the plan at the lawyer’s?
Donnie has done nothing but prove his unwavering loyalty to me over the last few months. I can understand his desire to break out of the background, for years I stifled his desire. I was definitely making a mistake. I can’t begin to imagine how much of a pain in the ass life would be without the midget.
Kyzer: We are going to tell him the truth.
DMK: The truth?
He looks at me from the corner of his eye while still focusing on the road.
Kyzer: Yes. I plan on telling Seth everything.
DMK: Won’t we then have to face the consequences with the law?
I can hear the skepticism in his voice. I can understand why, I wouldn’t want to be a midget in prison either. That is just asking to get raped.
Kyzer: Donnie, we did nothing wrong. Don’t worry about anything.
We did but if you tell yourself a lie enough times, it eventually becomes truth. If you are smart in the lies and truths you tell, you can shape the world in front of you. I have been doing it for years. People think I am all smoke and mirrors and other horsesh~t. I am just smarter than everyone else. That is my real strength, drug abuse did nothing but leave me lost in a fog a lot of the time. It didn’t cause me to be become stupid or anything. I just didn’t look at anything with any kind of focus. But now the fog has lifted, now I have focus, now I can see what I want and exactly how to get it.
Kyzer: We are going to shape our future how we want my friend.
He looks confused. I just ignore it and look out the window. The dreary overcast day is beautiful to me. It just reminds me of smoking a blunt on the roof watching the clouds pass over. It is a myth that it rains every day here for any f~cking morons out there. I can feel the hunger in the back of head, the one calling for me to make a call and snot an eight ball off a stripper.
Kyzer: Bittersweet homecoming.
DMK: What was that?
He doesn’t understand what I mumbled but I just ignore him. I knew walking into this town that the desire to go back to my old lifestyle would be strongest here. How can it not be? I was the King of Seattle for nearly a decade. I am Seattle’s bastard son, everyone knows of my existence and look at me in a light of false pity. But everyone in Seattle knows who I am. Everyone knows I sit on The Iron Throne. I am not the result of incest, my blood is pure. I am the f~cking King of Seattle. I can walk into this town and f~ck my cravings up the ass. I have control of this. I have control of my situation.
Kyzer: I want you to get the Throne moved out of my house. Send it to the lair.
DMK: Sure, but why?
Kyzer: I don’t want it there that is why.
I don’t mean to snap but sometimes the hunger makes me agitated. I patiently wait the day that I finally slay the craving in the back of my head. It is like the back of my eyes are itching but I can’t scratch at it for fear of going blind. I need my eyes.
Kyzer: It just serves no purpose sitting in an empty house.
He doesn’t say anything in response. He is probably pissed that I snapped at him. He will put up with slightly more from me than anyone else but don’t think that he wouldn’t pull a gun on me if he felt angry enough. Donnie is a loose cannon, it really works to his advantage because thanks to Matt Roloff people think midgets are p~ssies.
Kyzer: Hey, I want you out there with us during the show. I need to make sure things stay on even footing.
DMK: I can do that.
Kyzer: This is going to be a very special show. I need to stress the importance of this.
DMK: I got what you are saying.
Nothing more needs to be said. We have a language amongst ourselves. When you spend as much time around paranoid drug dealers like I have, you pick up how to speak to them. Sometimes I forget who I am talking to and find myself lost in a conversation that doesn’t make any sense. That is still something I haven’t been able to shake in my sobriety. I just want everything to be perfect. It is my homecoming after all.
DMK: So are we sticking around Seattle after the show?
It is a question I have asked myself the last few days. I no longer have the swanky beach house in North Carolina, EBR moved to a studio in LA to finish up the movie with some new financiers. After he rebuffed my attempts to partner up with him, he started shaking up with some Russians. He said something about not wanting to share “his” Oscar. I didn’t give a f~ck about the reward. I just want feel like if he is going to make money off me, I might as well have an even stake in it. EBR is just a dick.
DMK: Ummm…you hear me?
He redirects my attention back to the question. Apparently he really wants an answer to this.
Kyzer: I don’t know.
DMK: Well, you know I am with you and all but I do have some other business affairs around town that I need to address. Basically I am saying, I wouldn’t mind sticking around for a while. I mean in between matches of course.
Of course he would want to stay here. He hated North Carolina and doesn’t want me getting him stuck in the south again. Ever since I set foot in this city again, the gnawing at the back of my brain has grown. If I was a menstruating little c~nt rag like Schneider then I would give into cravings. But of course I have a sack with real testicles so I remain strong.
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DMK and I sit in the office of Seth Xavier waiting…waiting…and waiting some more. It has been nearly an hour since his secretary told us to wait in his office. I don’t have patience stoned, what makes him think I will have it now that I am sober. I look over at my companion; he is sitting restless in his chair. He is as annoyed by this as much as I am. Finally when I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin, the door of the office swings open and the smug Seth Xavier walks into the office. He doesn’t offer us warm greetings; he just walks to his desk and takes a sit behind it.
Seth: Now let’s get down to business.
No apology for being late?
Kyzer: No apology for being late?
Seth: No. I was busy setting up your Olympic style drug testing.
I had completely forgotten that I told him I would do that. Good thing I didn’t smoke a blunt when I got off the airplane, see what I did there, poking fun at my cravings. Seth’s gaze falls on DMK.
Seth: You are?
DMK hops out of his chair and extends his hand towards the lawyer.
DMK: Donnie Monty Kint pleased to meet you.
I told Donnie to be polite to the lawyer since he had saved my ass couple of times and I want to stick with this firm if I can. Donnie has a way of rubbing people the wrong way if you let him off his leash.
Seth: Ripping off the Usual Suspects again?
We just look at each other as neither of us understands the comment.
Seth: Never mind.
DMK puts his hand down and climbs back into his seat as Seth just continues to eye the little man.
Seth: So the man has dropped all charges for the assault. He even pointed the blame towards Callista for the fire. And I looked over your bank records and saw where you purchased the ticket to Brazil.
DMK casts a sideways glance towards me that Seth doesn’t miss.
Seth: I assume little man had a hand in this.
DMK: You assume what?
DMK suddenly gets defensive and aggression appears in his tone. Jesus, trying to control this midget is like holding back a rabid pit bull. I am just waiting for the day he tries to bite his master. I will put him down like Ole Yeller. I won’t hesitate even though he is a friend. I have found in my sobriety that I put up with less sh~t even from people that I like. At this point I don’t know what annoys me more, Drakz’s paranoia or Donnie’s temper.
DMK: I didn’t do sh~t.
Sound more like a f~cking thug why don’t you.
Kyzer: Calm down. Seth, I told you the truth would come out so why does it matter.
Seth finally looks at me, taking his attention off of DMK.
Seth: Don’t bring him back here. He isn’t my client.
I smile.
Kyzer: Actually that was something I wanted to talk to you about. I want you to represent The New Epoch as a whole and individually.
Seth: You want me to represent your scumbag friends. Even Drakz who gets more sexual harassment complaints than Travolta in a male massage parlor?
Cheap heat.
Kyzer: Yes. I see us getting into a situation where a legal team behind us would be a good thing.
He doesn’t say anything. It seems like he is thinking about it. I am sure he is just calculating all the hours he can bill me. I know he isn’t going to do something like this out of the goodness of his heart.
Seth: You pass the drug test and I will do it. But my fee per hour is going to be higher for your sh~thead companions. And I also want to know what you did to suddenly make all your problems go away. You got lucky with the police putting Kylie as the one who had all the cocaine found in your house. This is something that would take more than just a little luck.
DMK goes to say something but I put my hand out and stop him before he can.
Kyzer: It is just that the truth finally came out. I tried to protect everyone involved for my son’s sake but you know, you can’t bury the truth.
Seth: I am going to cry bullsh~t. I have seen how much you care about the kid since you abruptly left him with my sister. If you didn’t have wages garnished from your pay checks, I would be financially supporting two of your kids instead of just your ex-wife.
Kyzer: Don’t blame me she didn’t want alimony.
Seth: What kind of career skills does she have beyond caring for your bastard children? Remember, you had her drop out of college when you two got married. You said you would support her.
Where is all this coming from? Usually we are able to avoid any awkward situations involving his sister. Why does my ex-wife’s brother have to be such a good lawyer? He is a giant dick, like EBR.
Kyzer: I assume there is a reason why you are berating me.
Seth: Go see your kid and you will understand. Now they have everything set up in the conference room on the 17th floor. The quicker you get it done and pass like you say you will, the sooner your friends will be represented by the firm.
We stand from our seats. Donnie immediately walks out; I stare at Seth for a moment longer before I follow.
Seth: Oh, and good luck in your little match while you are here.
It is impossible to miss his sarcasm with that comment. I just ignore it and follow DMK to the elevators. Neither of us say anything until the elevator opens and closes behind us. I press the button for the 17th floor.
DMK: Well he is a douche.
Kyzer: But he is very good at his job.
DMK: Since when is Callista in Brazil?
Kyzer: Since the plane ticket said so. Good job with the other situation.
DMK: I sent him a toe like in The B-
Kyzer: Big Lebowski? You watch too many movies my friend.
DMK: I just like Buscemi a lot in that movie.
Kyzer: I wonder why.
The elevator opens and I step off. I quickly turn towards DMK before the door closes again.
Kyzer: Go bring the car around, I won’t be long. We have a few other places we need to get to today.
Donnie nods and the doors close. I begin to make my way through the office towards the conference room. As I approach it though, my thoughts aren’t on the drug test or anything with my ex –wife. I find my thoughts drifting towards my opponents. I am thinking about Raider, Ace and Drake as I go to take a drug test. With everything going in my life and world right now, those three have yet to leave my thoughts. No distractions.
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I walk out onto the streets and like a form of evil voodoo, DMK stands in front of his SUV with David Brennan and Drakz. I didn’t expect to see them after taking a drug test. It is probably a good thing though. We do have a lot of things to get set up.
Kyzer: I didn’t expect you two to meet me here.
Drakz: I called your cell and the little guy answered.
DMK hands it to me.
DMK: You left it in the car.
David walks over and offers me a beer. Of course he has a longneck to his lips as we speak. I just shake my head and he simply shrugs, tosses his empty and begins putting back the one he offered.
Drakz: Where are we headed?
Kyzer: I got one place to go before he hit the lair up.
DMK: Taking the lawyer’s advice?
Kyzer: I was planning on going by there anyways.
With that, everyone loads up in the Denali. Drakz claims shotgun so we are forced to listen to whatever sh~tty music he puts over the speakers. Within minutes I am lost in thought as we weave on the roads towards Ashley’s house. Normally I don’t mix work and family but at this point, Drakz and David are family. I care more about their well-being than my own child’s. I am a f~cked up person even sober it seems. I pay no attention to the conversation happening around me. I am thinking of the show. Since I have gotten sober, it has been all work. All my focus has been put on the WFWF. That is going to be terrible for my opponents because I only half-assed things when I was high.
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Clouds and fog. It is like walking through a sea of grey for him. He can’t see what is in front of him, he could step on an IED and everything would be over like that. This is how the blind existed before seeing eye dogs, so he should just man up and deal with it right? He stumbles over something, a root or rock. He can definitely feel himself outdoors. He can feel the humidity cause his clothes to stick to his body. Russian bath houses aren’t this uncomfortable. He stumbles again and nearly falls. He manages to catch himself with a nearby tree. The bark feels rough under his hands. He takes a moment and continues forward. He has to man up and keep trekking through this.
“He is getting there.”[/color]
The words echo throughout the fog. They offer a warning and consolation at the same time. But he has to trek on; he has to reach his goal. It is a life or death situation. He stops and breaths. It is hard to take air in as the humidity almost feels crushing. He wishes it would just rain. After a moment he pushes onward. He can’t see it but he can feel it. It is ahead of him, calling to him. He can’t ignore it anymore, as much as he has tried, he just can’t. His willpower has been attacked, it has been pillaged, and it has been destroyed. He just can’t fight it anymore. The pull has become too much, he has submitted to its alluring call. Now he just has to get there.
“He comes.” [/color]
He can feel it in the tone, he is getting close. The time will soon be at hand when the world will be at peace. Everything will be the way it should. It is almost time.
“Wake up.” [/color]
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I open my eyes and find myself greeted with Seattle suburbia. I glance around the car, everyone is stepping out. I guess I should probably do the same since it is because of me that we are here.
David: Where are we?
Drakz: Baby Mama number one.
David: How many does he have?
Kyzer: Three baby mamas and four kids.
They both realize that I can hear their failed whispers.
Drakz: I thought it was just two and two.
I look at him over the roof of the car as I step out.
Kyzer: Another one came forward with twins, a boy and a girl. Expect she didn’t want anything from me except some medical bills paid.
Drakz: Well that was awfully sweet of her, to give you back ups and not ask you to raise them.
Back-ups? It isn’t like they are spare kids or something. Actually that is how I treat them, but I think he is being genuine. For Drakz he would see it as a favor if a woman didn’t try to force a kid in his life. I think I am just so used to it, I didn’t really see it the same way. But that was awfully nice of her.
Kyzer: Well this is going to be fun.
As I mumble the words I stare at the house in front of me. It belongs to Ashley. She is currently in possession of two of my children. It makes the children sound like objects when I say it that way. That would be an appropriate description. I tried the father thing, and failed. Well if you can consider the small effort I gave it an attempt. The front door of the house swings open and out runs Gavin. My little six year old son, and look he is wearing a Raider shirt. What the f~ck is wrong with this kid?
Gavin: Daddy!
Drakz and David walk around to this side of the car. The moment Drakz does, he catches sight of my son and instantly freezes. It doesn’t go unnoticed to me.
Drakz: I’ll be in the car.
As he runs back around to his seat in the car, the kid clings to my leg like a leech out for blood. David stares down at the kid while putting back a beer. He looks at him for another fifteen seconds before he starts wondering the around the yard in boredom. Gavin let’s go and looks at DMK. They are about the same size. I can’t help but laugh on the inside.
Gavin: Are you six too?
DMK looks up at me as if I am supposed to answer the question. I just walk past the kid and leave the two of them behind. I catch sight of what I really came here for. Ashley stands in the doorway watching us. She doesn’t appear to be smiling, so that means she certainly isn’t in a good mood. I did dump a kid on her and my daughter out of nowhere while in a bender.
Ashley: So Seth told me you took a drug test today to prove you are sober.
I just smirk, f~cking gossiping hens.
Kyzer: I did and I am.
Ashley raises an eyebrow in skepticism.
Ashley: Since when?
Kyzer: Since I left Japan basically. I have been holed up in North Carolina getting clean.
Ashley: What is the name of the rehab center?
Kyzer: Ummm the Kyzer center? I didn’t go to rehab. I was in a beach house in the Outer Banks.
Ashley: You really think you can just go cold turkey and give up everything without any kind of professional help?
Yes. I am Michael Kyzer.
Kyzer: Yes. I am Michael Kyzer.
That answer doesn’t seem to assure her as much as it does me.
Kyzer: What does it matter? I am clean. Shouldn’t that be what matters?
She looks at me for a minute. I think she is trying to figure out if I am high or not.
Ashley: Why did you get clean? I mean, I have tried for years to get you into rehab. I have tried for years to get you to get some kind of help. If it wasn’t because of me and your kids then what reason did you have to get sober?
I don’t think she even expected to just crack like that. She is fighting back the tears from her sudden outburst. I am caught off guard. I didn’t expect the crying. I stand there awkwardly for a second before I grab hold of the situation.
Kyzer: Reasons don’t matter. I am sober and I am not walking that path again.
Ashley: Then why are you here? You decide that now you are clean you can come back?
The last comment wasn’t snide like I would expect. It had an almost inviting tone. I can see under her eyes that she is tired from taking care of two kids. I almost feel bad for her. She should have probably closed the door on me years ago. Thankfully, most women are emotional messes that can be preyed upon.
Kyzer: Well every bad guy needs that tale of redemption right?
She smiles and I can see more tears about to come.
Kyzer: But that tale doesn’t start yet…
She isn’t smiling now.
Kyzer: I need you to take care of Gavin a while longer. There is something I must do before anything else can happen.
Ashley just looks at me like I just kicked her in the ovaries.
Kyzer: Ashley, I really need this favor. If you can’t do it, I will have to take him to someone else. He knows you and trusts you. Please do this for me.
I grab her hand as I ask this of her. I stare into her eyes. I throw on the charm and turn up the charisma. A second later, I feel a tug on the line…it hits again, I pull back. And then it is hooked. I can see it in her eyes. I have her. Always so simple with her.
Ashley: I’ll do it. Please just don’t forget about him. You can play your games with me, but don’t do it to him and Serenity. They don’t deserve it.
I just smile that same arrogant smirk I have had for years. It is because I realize that this woman is forever going to be broken because of me. Broken women are easy to manipulate…Schneider seems to have caught on to that.
Kyzer: After I finish what I have to do, I will be back. Things will be different.
How much of a douchebag do I sound saying that? I throw out the bullsh~t to her. She buys it. It is a fun little game we play. It is a fun game I play with nearly woman. They all end up forever scarred. I call it the mark of Kyzer.
Gavin: Daddy, are you staying?
I turn and see Gavin standing behind me. Apparently he got bored with the midget or the midget got bored with him. He looks up at me in his Raider shirt.
Kyzer: (towards Ashley) Why the hell do you buy him stuff like that?
Ashley: Well since EBR retired, Raider is his favorite wrestler.
Kyzer: My son has terrible taste. I will have to fix that when I get back. Burn the shirt please and don’t buy him any more Raider swag. (towards Gavin) I can’t buddy. I have to go kick the sh~t out of Raider.
I just walk by the kid as I can hear Ashley gasp loudly. Within seconds Gavin is crying. My son is a ****, I am embarrassed. I approach the car and find Drakz and David in the car. DMK is waiting for me outside.
DMK: Everything good?
Kyzer: Yep, just wrapping up more loose ends.
DMK: Her keeping your kid is a loose end?
Kyzer: No. Me breaking her will to mine was a loose end. She can f~ck up everything if she was to run her mouth. She knows that I wasn’t with her all night. I don’t need her conscience getting in my way. You slowly chip away at a woman long enough, you find that spot…that spot where if you hit it right, everything crumbles around them. It is then that you own them. I have known Ashley’s for years. She has wanted nothing more than to have me clean and part of the kids’ life again. I just played into that and then I hooked her.
DMK: Like a bass?
Kyzer: …Yes, like a bass.
I climb back into the car. I feel good; better than I have since I got here. The itch in the back of my head is minimal. I think maybe I just have a sense of accomplishment from today. It is satisfying knowing that you didn’t sit on your ass all day and get high. Who knew personal satisfaction was almost as good as kush blunt and a needle of china white?
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He is on his knees crawling through the oppressive bleak purgatory he has found himself in. He can’t escape; he can’t find his way out. He is lost, and the voice beckoning him is calling. It is calling loud. So loud that he can’t ignore it. He claws at the ground as he pushes his way to his feet. He can feel the blood pour from the cuts that cover his body. He breathes in, it is difficult but he manages a deep breath. He exhales. As he does, a faint light can be seen in the distance.
“You are almost there.”
The calling and the light are one as he takes a step. He follows with another. Each step becomes slightly easier. He is feeling hope again.
“You are going to lose…”
A different voice floats by his head.
“You can’t win this fight….”
It floats by on the other side.
“They will destroy you…”
He can hear it all around him. Its echo attacks his morale…his hope…his fight. He doesn’t stop though. With each step he shows that he still has life in him. With each step he shows that he won’t be denied.
“They are all better than you…And that kills you…”
He stops.
“You aren’t the best anymore…You hate it…You will never be there again…Your time is over…It is the truth right?”
The voice howls in laughter. He closes his eyes. He breathes in. He breathes out. He breathes in. He breathes out.
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I open my eyes and the flames nearly bite my face. I take a step back from the inferno before me. It takes me a moment to register my surroundings. I look around. There is DMK, Drakz and David. The New Epoch is with me. I turn back around and before I watch my house burn. I take another step back and stand beside them.
Drakz: Are you sure this is what you wanted to do?
Kyzer: Kind of too late now.
Drakz: What about that gnarly throne from Game of Thrones?
DMK: It is in the lair. Don’t jerk off on it.
Drakz seems offended by the warning as if he wasn’t that type of person. Of course the world knows that any man who will piss down some chick’s throat is one sick f~ck.
David: Why are we burning your house?
Kyzer: Therapy. This place was where I enjoyed every indulgence that man could have. I have a new focus now and don’t need this as a distraction. As long as the Palace of Kyzer stood, that part of my life would exist. It had to go.
David: So Seattle’s favorite junkie is officially dead?
Kyzer: Yes.
He is dead. I loved the drugs. I loved the lifestyle. But I have things that I deem more important now. What started as something small has blossomed into something more. Something that will be massive and game changing…epic. I am a new man. Raider, Ace, Drake, and everyone else will see that soon enough….
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He opens his eyes. He beams a new confidence; he looks forward with a new resolve. He sees his goal. He knows he can attain.
“You will lose…that is what you do now…loser…”[/i]
He smiles and takes off running. He has found a new strength to fight this fog, this oppressive environment. The light is coming closer or he is getting closer to it. The voice is howling in the distance but he is too far gone to make out its words. He knows now that he has won. As he approaches the light, the area explodes in a warm golden light. He is blinded from the shock of it. Slowly his sight returns. He looks around. He is standing in warm sunshine, the grass beneath his feet is green and everything around him feels so alive. It is the opposite of the fog and clouds. In the middle of this peaceful serene setting is an arena. A big neon sign on the side advertises the WFWF. It advertises WFWF World Champion Michael Kyzer. He looks up at it. A smile comes to his face. But something else catches his eye. It is a remote sitting on the ground. He can feel it calling to him. It was the thing beckoning him to this point. He grabs the remote and looks at it. It has one button. It is screaming for him to push it. He finds himself unable to fight it. He pushes the button. Almost instantly the arena in front of him explodes and crumbles to dust. He can feel it, the feeling washes over him. It is the feeling of freedom, the feeling of doing the right thing. It is the feeling of personal satisfaction.
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Now we get to what I do better than anyone else, it is time for the sh~t talk.
Take notes Schneider, instead of just recycling the same of garbage.
This six man tag is going to be f~cking epic. There is no around it. It is the first time that The New Epoch has teamed together. Drakz, David Brennan, and Michael Kyzer in on one match together, the only thing that will make it better will be to put it in front of my people. Never mind, we are doing that. Who the f~ck thinks they can come up into my town and take a piss?
Raider…
Ace Bennett…
Drake Elias…
Those are the three who have decided they can hang with me?
Feel free to correct me but didn’t I humble all three of them before?
Didn’t I run Raider out of the company?
Didn’t I send Ace back to the bottom of the ladder after I stole his opportunity and turned it into mine?
Didn’t I just beat Elias the immigrant on the last show?
What the f~ck makes Xavier Pierce think that they deserve to headline a show with me?
All the questions and absolutely no answers to go with them, so I should just suck it up. Instead I am just going to make an example of these three. What everyone doesn’t realize yet is that we are completely on the same page, the three of us are. The New Epoch is one step ahead of everyone. We are just more intelligent. We will control every aspect of this situation I assure you. They will regret being chosen to walk into this situation.
Ace has become a shell of the man I fought at Superbrawl. Now he is on rampages attacking everyone with chairs and just being an all-around nuisance. Bashing some random bottom feeders doesn’t intimidate anyone little Ace. I am still waiting on dear Alicia’s number too. I may be sober but I am not celibate. A man still needs to f~ck, but I don’t think that is anything Ace has experience. I am sure if he found a wet hole, he would be able to relax so much better. Sex is good for you, it releases endorphins. My only guess is that Ace is just embarrassed about what he is packing down there which would make anyone angry. It’s cool man that is why God put hookers on the planet.
Elias is the one who needs to be drug tested. I am convinced the lunatic is on roids. You could be so much more under the right guidance but you have seemed to find yourself on the opposite end of things. You won’t get far in this industry if you don’t smarten up. Maybe Drakz will knock some sense in you come Survival of the Fittest. Do yourself a favor and ditch your partners come game time. It would make things easier on everyone. Otherwise you will learn that things here are very different from where you come from. I can hold quite a grudge and will go to great lengths because of them.
Raider…you make your triumphant with an inexplicable loss to your partner Ace. You decide that it is your mission to take down The New Epoch as if you possessed the ability to do such a thing. You have a lot of balls thinking that you could just slap me and get away with it. You see, there are bigger things in store for you especially. I have f~cking hated you since the day I set foot in this company in 2006. You were everything that was wrong with this company. You were this piece of sh~t who sat at the top of the card without exuding any talent whatsoever. You stood on the glass ceiling with the likes of Destroyer, Slayer, Total Apocalypse, Stuart2k1 and Johnny Michaels. And with the exception of Michaels, I put all of you down. Somewhere in your head you have forgotten the past. I guess that makes you doomed to repeat it.
All three of these asshats can't hold my cock. I am not worried about the outcome of this event; I am not worried about what they are going to do to me. They can do nothing but accept their fate.
I have hold of this situation, and I am f~cking it rotten.
Crude? Maybe a little classless? Who the f~ck do you think I am Shawn Malakai?
The problems with the WFWF are epitomized in this match. We have Raider getting a title shot in such a f~cked up manner that I could lose my rightful rematch. We have Ace going around attacking people while the new CEO claims to be changing things. Then we have a rookie coming in and demanding a better title shot. When did things get so backwards that people didn’t have to put in the work? When did the place fall so off track?
This place is a shell of what it was. The roster is a shell of what it was. It is f~cking pathetic.
Raider and Ace thinking they are “saving” the WFWF or anyone by standing defiantly in my way is insane. I am going to set things on a path of rebirth. That is what I am going to do. That is what I have to do.
I am not the enemy; The New Epoch isn’t the enemy.
I am one of the good guys, The New Epoch are the good guys.
If you support righteousness, truth, justice and the American way, then you should support The New Epoch.
If you are a spineless worm, go hang with Raider, Ace and Elias. You haven’t seen The New Epoch going around attacking people have you? Who looks like the villain attacking people from behind? It isn’t us. We are the victims. We are the ones being attacked and oppressed. We are the ones who need the sympathy.
We are the Good Guys.
We are Heroes.
They are Villains.
Ace Bennett is Evil.
Raider is Evil.
Drake Elias is Evil.
And Xavier Pierce is the mastermind behind all of them. He is the puppet master. Beware of any Kool-Aid he tries to give you.
The evidence points in my favor here. Who has been putting out PSA’s with anti-drugs messages? It hasn’t been Raider. He hasn’t done sh~t accept jump people and cheat to beat Brennan.
I ask you, who is good and who is evil with this evidences.
The New Epoch…The FACES of the WFWF….
Stand up with us for righteousness and way of the American people.
That is a monochromatic monologue for all the f~cking pretenders out there. [/i]
I dont know good luck 
