022 ISE With a Little Help From My Friends

Kyzer.. Heh.. F*ck Kyzer.[/b]



To know how this story ends, you must know how this story began, and at least the talking points of the story. You can‘t skip to the final chapter and then wonder why nothing that you‘ve read has relevance and everything is confusing.

Prologue: Summer 2010
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The End? Or the end of the beginning?

They ask me where I’ve been, but they secretly do not care. They ask me why I left to start with, but only to try to harm me. They bask in their glory that I’ve left, but they really know, deep down inside, I’m the glue that held the book together. Love screamed for me, and with a resounding answer, love said no.

I’ve been asked from every two time bit promotion around the globe to return and the answer was always a resounding no. Believe it or not, I had a big plan for a return to the WFWF at one point.. To finish what I had started. To finish the book that I had begun to write. The final chapter, if you will. But then I realized, the book was stolen and someone had already published the incomplete works of Obo as the complete story, a finished work. And by proxy, when you are told it’s a finished work, you assume the story ends abruptly, like some b rate movie with a broken plot. Where’s the happy ending? Where’s the musical montage as the guy realizes it’s not the hot girl he should be going after, but the friend that was there all along? It’s not there. This story has no happily ever after. This story has no real ending, because to have an ending, you have to have a beginning and a middle, and frankly, this story had no beginning.. It had no middle.. And now, it has no end.

This book has already ended. To open a new book would be foolish. The time isn‘t there. The patience isn‘t there. The desire isn‘t there. Consider this the director‘s cut, the deleted scenes to your favorite movie.. The alternate ending. Because that‘s exactly what I am doing. I‘m not satisfied with the finale I had anointed to myself. I had a vision that I just couldn‘t control. And in the end, while I couldn‘t control that vision, that vision certainly could control me. That vision could over take me. That vision could regulate me onto the path that IT wants, not what I want.. Not what you want. Not what anyone wants. You see, this is bigger than anyone. This is bigger than the meager WFWF. This is bigger than the fossil federation, the remains left to gather dust as a new breed and aging veterans cling to what once was great, to try to claim the broken and the desolate as the great and the grandeur. You can shine a turd all day long, but at the end of the day, it’s still a turd.

You want me to save WFWF? You need me to save the WFWF? The WFWF has been in peril, an absolute dying art. The desolate eighteen months that I’ve been away feels like just two months.. Hate me. You know why you hate me? Because I make you hate me. You hate me with such a passion that you want to condemn me, strike with a golden fist and knock me from the Earth.. And you know what that means? That means that I, as a heel, have done my job. That means that at the end of the day, the pessimist has won. The good guy has been trumped.

I’m a heel. I’m a natural heel. I have the natural ability to make people hate me. With little effort, I attract the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst, and the most evil. I bring the worst out of people and bring the people out of the worst. Look at Pierce Deville. Why did no one question the natural attraction between The Deville and myself? The Deville, blackballed from professional wrestling today for being an absolute scum.. And that scum was my partner in crime.

I’m faithless in freedom town. Without a God, left to wallow in self pity. You think I’ve killed myself, but you can’t kill what was dead all along. You can’t destroy what isn’t there. Obo is fake. Obo is a mirage. Obo is a gimmick. But a gimmick, by definition, and ask any expert and they’ll tell you, is just a magnification of the real you. To make a successful gimmick is to take your personality and amplify it by ten. To make yourself larger than life. And that’s exactly what I did. I took myself, the low life, bottom feeding, never had anything but always wanted everything self.. And I made him a superstar. I took the angry teenager that was rejected by the pretty cheerleaders.. And I made him an abusive borderline rapist. I took the metal maniac and turned him into a Satanist. I turned myself into a larger than life cult phenom, someone that even I couldn’t control. I shunned my family and my friends, for I was living the life of this rock star super villain, that deep down inside, really wasn’t an imaginary character any more, but the work of reality.

And now.. Eighteen months later.. I’m a vigilante. I’m a rebel, out to destroy my own legacy with a self tarnishing act. The legacy that I worked so hard to build, I’m out to tear down, just like all those I mocked for so many years.. Johnny Michaels, MOD, Total Apocalypse.. Everyone that returned well past their prime, everyone that lingered long beyond their expiration date of relevance.. And now, I am them. I am the hanging on one, the guy that stands looking back at a room full of memorabilia and memories, wondering why the good old days can’t return. Wondering why the bridges burnt cannot be rebuilt.. And clinching onto what I never wanted in the first place. You see, this was supposed to be a part time gig. Los Hobos was never even supposed to happen, much less the life altering super human success I seen. I was supposed to do the WFWF for just a couple weeks.. A month or two at most.. Just something to help my acting.. And a couple weeks turned into a couple of months.. Turned into a couple of years.. Turned into a couple of championships and a legacy.. Turned into a burnt bridge and a blackballing from the world I grew to know as a whole..

I’ve painted such a vivid picture of what I’m supposed to be that even when I reappear two years later after my sub radical disappearance, people are probably still expecting what I made out of this gimmick, this extension of my person. People are probably still expecting me to be cursing and promoting this violence. I don’t like violence. I don’t enjoy getting hurt.. I don’t enjoy hurting other people.. It’s a cause and effect idea. When you paint someone into a picture, they are forced into their roll. When you take a child and constantly force him to play sports, he’s going to be an athlete. When you constantly degrade a girl and call her names, eventually she’s going to start believing what you say.. When you call someone crazy.. Eventually it’s going to DRIVE them crazy.. And that’s exactly what happened to me.. The WFWF drove me to narcolepsy, insomnia, and violence.. Violence for the sake of violence.. Violence for the sake of self mutilation.. Violence for the sake of a way out..

And now, eighteen months after the fact.. Eighteen months after I left the federation and wrestling as a whole.. I’m still the center of attention. I broke out the bulb but the spotlight won’t stop shining on me.. But a great man once said, it’s better to burn out than fade away.. And that’s exactly what I did. Rather than fade away into obscurity like most people do, rather than taking a leave of absence, allowing myself to be written off in the storylines.. Working my way out.. I burnt out. I disappeared instantly with no looking back. I left the federation as a whole in turmoil, grasping at straws in hopes to grab something that’d work.. From a four way for the millennium to a three way that barely drew flies, it was a cause and effect cycle. The Deville.. Obo.. It was never meant to be. None of this was meant to be.. I was never meant to be anything more than a floundering under card act for a few weeks until I could gain some experience and move on to better things with my life.. So why now, five years after I initially started and eighteen months after I left, am I still the center of attention? Why am I still the center ring at the three ring circus? I quit performing, the clown took the make up off. The show’s over. We’re out of popcorn and the animals are asleep. I try to get out, but I get dragged right back in. I was out. I was completely out.. I was turning the blind eye to a world where it was impossible to do that. Forever unscarred by the history I left, I was done.. And then.. On a whim.. I’m dragged back in.

Check back soon, WFWF.. Keep me in your thoughts.. Keep me in the back of your mind.. Because things are about to get REAL interesting again.



Ich werde dich zerstören, Michael Kyzer. Das ist meine kempt ist es, was ich mir aufgebaut, die seit Dezember 2010. Dies ist, wo alle Straßen haben dazu geführt. Ihre Anwesenheit ist meine Verachtung. Und Sie können den Tod von mir sein. Aber ich lasse dich nicht schlagen mir auf die gleiche Weise wie zuvor. Der Meisterschaftsplatz wird mein sein.



WFWF It’s Super Effective
2/28/12
022: With a Little Help from my Friends
RE: Michael Kyzer

2/2/12

It’s not every day I am able to visit California, much less for a social visit. It’s nice to be able to get out of the nasty cold Midwest and come to sunny California. I flew into LAX this morning and got my rental car. Now I’m following the directions I was given, driving up the road to Soledad, California. It’s been several years since I seen this old friend. At one point, we were quite close.. But something tore us apart. In my time of need, with no other friends of note to turn to, I think going to this man will be for the best.

I pull up to the gates and present my ID. I’m approved and buzzed through the gates. I find a parking spot, then approach the second set of gates to the main door. It’s kind of weird coming all this way, across the country, to see my friend, but if I’m walking into battle with Michael Kyzer, with no allies, even if he can’t necessarily be in my corner, I think his advice will do me well. Just a few short years ago, everyone said it’d be a dream match if he faced Kyzer. They pegged him as the guy who could probably destroy Kyzer with minimal effort. But the stars didn’t align. Kyzer was away from the WFWF at the time and by the time he returned, my friend had exited stage left. My friend is Prisoner H-96962. He’s better known to WFWF fans as former WFWF Tag Team and International champion, Pierce Deville.

The Deville was someone who took the WFWF by storm. No newcomer, ever, took the federation into the palm of his hand in the same way as The Deville did. The only person who made a similar rise to power would be Michael Kyzer himself. But The Deville did things a bit differently than everyone else. He didn’t conform to the rules that everyone else set. He was reckless in the ring and dangerous and often, his ultra violence didn’t end in the ring. I like that. That type of attitude, that type of “I don’t give a f*ck if you live or die” mentality, that’s something I felt as well. And EBR. I think that’s why, when we all joined up, the super powers of the WFWF, it was no surprise. But it was a big f*ck you to those in power.

I haven’t seen The Deville since his departure from the WFWF in 2008. My attorney advised me against seeing him then. The Deville didn’t leave the WFWF on his own merits, nor did he lose a “loser leaves town” stipulation match, or anything of the sort. In fact, when he left, he took with him one half of the World Tag Team championships, the other half held by your’s truly. Because of The Deville’s abrupt exit, I was forced to relinquish my championship belt. But there’s more to it than losing a smile or getting beat down in a ladder match for The Deville. Continuing wrestling wasn’t an option. It’s hard to wrestle when you’re incarcerated on animal cruelty by way of dog fighting and murder by biological weaponry charges. The two seem to be completely outrageous charges on their own, but they do connect. The same dogs he was fighting, dogs with no shots and many health risks, he used to eliminate one of our most obnoxious enemies. I beat him seven times in a row in WFWF action, but it took The Deville only one “victory” to eliminate Tha CBT forever. Rabies are a bitch.

As I enter the cold, somber, and sterile hallway just inside the main door of the Salinas Valley State Prison, the fun is clearly over. The “vacation” of this visit to California is clearly over, because this place has absolutely no fun to it. The blank grey concrete walls and various contraptions contained within steel bars show a cold, loveless building. I guess that’s why they call it prison. I’m escorted to the visitation area by an armed guard. He seems to be completely unamused with my shaggy hair and somewhat dirty demeanor, keeping his hand somewhat close to his gun at all times. He escorts me to the visitation area. And I see my long lost friend for the first time in almost four years. His short blonde hair was slicked straight back, accentuating the sharp angles of his stony face, and the smile he proffered hardened the look rather than softening it. I approach the glass window, bulletproof glass, and grab the telephone. The Deville already has the other telephone.

My word, how mortals take the gods to task! All their afflictions come from us, we hear. And what of their own failings? Greed and folly, double the suffering in the lot of man. See how Aigisthos, for his double portion, stole Agamemnon's wife and killed the soldier on his homecoming day. And yet Aigisthos knew what doom lay in this

What the hell are you talking about?

You don’t remember that quote, dear friend? It was that, as a greeting, that you first greeted me. You thought that quoting the high school novel “The Odyssey” and relating it to our plight in the WFWF would make you seem like a far more intellectual person than you truly are.

Humph.

So how’s prison been treating you, Pierce? You look healthy..

Oh, so that’s how it is? We’re going to get into a verbal sparring match are we now chap? Because sitting in here, alone, all the time, I’ve had a lot of time to test my wit with mind control games and I’m guessing my wit is sharper than your’s. Want to whip out our dicks and compare sizes a bit? I bet mine’s bigger.

No Pierce, what happens in prison, stays in prison.

Nicely played.

I’m here for your advise. You’re a master of the game of human chess..

I’m also a master of the actual game of chess, so I’ve learned through the prison’s game room.. But go on.

I’ve got this match at the Pay Per View, with Kyzer..

Conceded bastard, he is.

It takes one to know one..

It’s for the Heavyweight title, the World title..

And your nerves are getting to you. You’ve got stage freight. You don’t know what to expect out of him..

I’m just at my wit’s end, honestly. I’ve been alone for the last month and it’s driving me crazy.

Your daughter, you don’t see her any more?

The last two weekends that I’ve supposed to have custody of her, she’s made other plans. We got into it a bit, twice, due to some discipline issues.. Typical young teenage girl stuff, shoplifting and getting caught by TMZ, getting caught with condom wrappers, you know..

Teenage girl.. How old is she now, Samantha was it?

Not old enough, don’t even go there.

He laughs

I’m a suave mother f*cker, Schneider. You know how much **** I got on the outside? I could talk the panties off of any woman I wanted to and they never even knew they were being scammed. They thought it was love at first sight, because they looked into my eyes, they seen the sparkle in my eyes and my “genuine” grin, they seen this nice guy that was talking to them in a way that no other guy ever had, due to my unmatched natural charisma, and they were swept off of their feet and into my bed, or where ever I was taking them to for a romp between the sheets.. But in here.. In here the closest I ever get to female contact is when the nurse gives me my twice a year physical. You know what it’s like to get all of your sexual gratification from a 40 something woman touching you with rubber gloves, in the least sexual way possible, while some brooding guard who think’s he’s hard stands there and stares at your naked ass, just waiting for you to make even the slightest move, so he can put led in your ass? You know what that’s like, to jerk off to the same touch that comes but every six months?

No, I don’t, because I’ve never been to prison.

And you’ve never been to prison because you and your Canadian buddy let old Pierce take the fall. You sent old Pierce up the river for the crimes we all committed. You know you wanted to kill Tha CBT. You know it irritated you to no end that no matter how many times you beat him down, no matter how many times you brutalized him and bloodied him, that he always came back for more. And when he did it, he always had a lot to say about you. It drove you crazy. That’s just how you operate. You let these tapeworms get under your skin, into your head. You know you’re better than these pieces of trash, but you take to heart what they say, and you listen to what they say, until you believe it or until you snap..

Trace Demon..

And when you snap, oh when you snap.. You’ve got a bit of a temper to you, don’t you? That’s why you and EBR came to old Pierce and said “Piercy, we’ve got this problem see, with Tha CBT see, and we want you to eliminate this problem. Your dogs, that rabies one we looked at, he’s an attack dog, right? You can sick him on Tha CBT and kill him with rabies, right?” Remember that conversation? You said you were cashing in the favor, you personally said that.. You were cashing in the favor about me asking you to help me test that little smoke and mirrors invisibility cloak of mine.. And I believed you, because Schneider, you’ve got a way about you and a way with words that makes someone believe you. They know that deep down inside, you’re full of shit, but they still believe you, because you’ve just got that quality about you that makes people think “you know, maybe this guy is right”. You manipulate people. You manipulate people’s emotions and you use them. I like that quality about you. The fact that when you first meet someone, you can instantly assess their value to you and what they have that you’d like to get from them, be it knowledge, material possessions, prestige, or nothing. You know when you see someone if you can destroy them conventionally or if you need to go through unconventional means to stop them from taking your spotlight. I should’ve seen your setup of me coming long before it happened, Schneider. That belt you’re going after now.. That would’ve been mine in 2008 and it’d still be mine, if you and your buddy hadn’t sent me down the river..

And people said I was long winded..

If it makes you feel any better, I ended up dropping out of that PPV match too. Quit the federation as a whole.[/color]

And let me guess.. You took a sabbatical from wrestling due to a contract dispute with a power hungry owner. He told you to do one thing, you said no, took your ball and went home. But home wasn’t the place for you. You had to compensate for something that you missed out on as a child.. Give me a minute.. Backpacking across Europe! School field trip. You were a trouble maker in school, so you didn’t get to go on the big field trip, so when you had a bit of free time and some money in your pocket, you took off to Europe. Didn’t you.

Did someone put out an unauthorized autobiography of my life or something?

Nah, I mostly just sat at home and got fat. Tried to play the daddy role for Samantha and she just grew to resent me. Hooked up with this stripper, got her knocked up, and had another kid. She died when she was giving birth, so I became a single father.

So what was it like being a single father in a country you were unfamiliar to?

What are you talking about?

A lot of people have little idiosyncrasies to them that tells when they are lying. A lack of a poker face, as the phrase says. Some people start blinking a lot. Some people start sweating. I had this ex, every time she lied, she would scratch her left side. You, you start talking a little bit faster. Not a lot faster, just a little bit faster. Like you want to get your lie over with. You just did it there.

Are we going to play these psychoanalysis games all day?

See, now you turn to hostility. And honestly, I’m just riding along with this foreplay until you tell me exactly why you came here. You had to have had a reason.

The match with Kyzer.

Oh right, the wrestling match.. Well, why not be a little dirty? You know the old myth, wrestlers cut themselves with tiny razor blades hidden in their tape, to draw blood? If these wrestlers can conceal a razor in their tape, then cut themselves.. Couldn’t you cut Kyzer without the ref seeing? Couldn’t you hide it flat in your tape, so when the ref checks you for weapons, it’s not found? I mean, refs don’t check that well, anyways..

Prison thinking right there. Hide a razor and shank a bitch..

I don’t think the referee will be checking me, at all. Or care if I pull a razor out and start cutting Kyzer. It’s no disqualifications. It’s a no rope barbed wire match.

Oh, bravo good sir. How’d you manage to get that one?

Manipulation.

I wink at Pierce. He‘s all too familiar with manipulating people to get what he wants. He manipulated the entire WFWF system, after all.

What else‘ve you got?

How familiar are you with icy hot?

Good for joint pain..

Also burns like a mother f*cker if you get it in your eyes. Has a referee EVER checked your fingers before a match? EVER?

No..

Then put icy hot all over your fingers. When the match starts, walk out, call for a lock up, then rake his f*cking eyes. Rub that sh*t right in his eyes. Blind him. A man who can’t see can’t fight.

Sup Dead Idol?

I was looking more for a scientific edge, a mental advantage going into the match, rather than every dirty little trick imaginable..[/color]

So you came to me?

You always seemed on top of it in the ring, psychologically. You always seemed to know exactly what your opponent was going to do, before he did it..

Because I cheated. When you cheat, you can win easily.

Humph. That’s not really the answer I was looking for..

Get into his head. Get his playbook. Find out what he’s planning. Either do it the “legal” way and watch a whole bunch of tape, scout his moves, find out what exactly he’s planning.. Or find someone to turn on him.

Like my best friend..

Your best friend won’t make for much of an effect Trojan Horse.. The Horse is only effective because they don’t see it coming. Your best friend would be detected immediately.

No, you don’t understand.. This is already happening.. And I didn’t even realize it.. Pierce, you’re a doll. Thanks man.

I stand up and make my way out of the visitation area. The armed guard gives me a bit of a nod, pushes a button, then escorts me out the door. Pierce gets the last word in as I‘m making it through the door.

Got any cigarettes man? They’re like a currency in here..

And with that, I’ve left The Deville back locked in my past. See you in 25 to life, “buddy”



2/2/12

Dear Mr. Schneider,

Dear Mr. Schneider. My name is Justin. I am from Denver, Colorado and I am a ninth grader at Slavens School in Denver. I am in Mrs. Fields English class and one of our current projects is to write a letter to one of our heroes. I found your address on Google and since you are my hero, I thought I would make my letter to you.

I’ve loved wrestling since I was very young, because my dad and older brother were always watching it when I was really little. I had all the wrestling figures when I was little and they were always my favorite toys to play with. Now I never miss an episode of WFWF Loaded. You’re my favorite wrestler on there because you always win. I like to cheer for you, even if everyone else is cheering for the people you’re wrestling, like when you faced Hutton Brown all my friends were cheering for Hutton but I was cheering for you. My mom says I shouldn’t cheer for you because you’re a rule breaker but I think a lot of the rules that you break are silly rules anyways.

I know you’ve got your big Pay Per View match against Michael Kyzer for the championship again coming up. Congratulations on getting to the championship again. I have the DVD from when you faced Reverend Shadow. It’s one of my favorites, because you win the title. I hope you do well at the Pay Per View, because I want you to win the title again. I want to be able to say that my favorite wrestler is the best wrestler around again.

I’ve got all of your t-shirts and I wear them whenever I can. A couple of them I can’t wear to school, but that’s okay because I wear them on the weekends and sometimes when there’s no school like on Christmas break. I’ve got a bunch of your posters hanging in my room. I have a plastic barbed wire bat that my dad bought for me on eBay and I have two different action figures of you. I think I have all the videos that have been released on DVD with you on them, and even a couple of the old ones that were only on VCR tape.

I’ve started listening to some of the bands that you wear t-shirts for. I’m so glad I got turned on to From Autumn to Ashes and Fear Factory. I used to listen to Bite the Hand that Bleeds almost every day when it was your theme song. I went to a Fear Factory concert a few weeks ago and it was all because I first heard their music because of you.

I seen that you trained that girl Kylie to wrestle. I’m sorry she turned on you and sided with Kyzer. That wasn’t right. Maybe when I get older, you can train me to wrestle too. I’ve wanted to be a wrestler since I was five and people say that I’m really strong for my age. I’m on the school’s wrestling team right now, but I haven’t got to go to any meets because I keep having too many detentions to qualify. I’m a lot like you, when people say stuff I don’t like, I just flip out on them and have to fight. I always get in trouble for it though.

I seen when you were on TMZ a few weeks ago that you have a daughter the same age as me. That’s neat. I think it’s cool that you have a daughter the same age as me. Maybe if you lived in Denver, we could be friends. I seen her picture on there and she looks like this girl I go to school with named Amber. I’m sure she’s not as mean as Amber though because Amber is kind of mean to me all the time.

I’d really like it if you sent me an autograph back, but I’d be happy with just a letter. I’d love to hear what you think about some of the things in my life, and maybe be a pen pal with me. Or just one letter to say that you got this one would be fine. Thanks for reading my letter and I hope to hear from you soon.

Your biggest fan,

Justin