Post by CBT on Oct 14, 2006 3:04:43 GMT -5
Kingdom Come, Kingdom Go
“Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah. [The Savior's Manual]- Richard Bach”
I'm not even gonna beat around the bush. If anyone can honestly look at my match with Kyzer, see my name opposite Kyzer's. Kyzer's opposite mine, and not be sold on that match alone.. Please stop reading. You have no fucking idea what this business is about, and really don't deserve to be reading this shit. You aren't worthy, stop wasting my precious time on you, you inbred piece of shit.
But lets move on, you see. Some are aware, while others not so much. Me and Kyzer have wrestled before, we never liked each other. But in this business its stupid to show weakness, and in a way respect is weakness. I consider are business finished, there is no hatred, so I feel I can say I respect him. Whether he feels the same, does not matter, I do not and never will look for approval. But see, people don't realize that.
Its really funny, now that I've got the time to think about it. Me and Kyzer have a lot in common. Sure I never was undefeated or a world champion. Sure Kyzer doesn't possess great matches with little to no support. But we do share a bond.
1 Year or more ago, me and Kyzer faced for the 1st and only time. He was already making a impressive name for himself. Many resented him for his public demeanor. But the same could be said for me at that time.
We both were dominating whatever was put infront of us, I took apart the former World champion, Slayer. While Kyzer massacred everyone from the mid-card to the main event.
We both were at the top of our game, until we met that is. He beat me. He pinned me. He cleanly put me down for the three count. I will not deny that. But I refuse to deny the bond we share.
You see, prior to my match with a young Michael Kyzer, he would constantly produce promos. Doing segments, referring to himself as a, "Stoned Messiah."
While many men feared him, I knew better. While many men took the easy way out, I was better then than that. Infact I was and I'm still, better then him.
You see, while the King of Excess looked at me, as another bump in the road. I took a different approach to him. One that many did not take, because they seen the drugs and not the dealer. I let him know, that the drugs didn't bother me, but he was inferior to me because of them. He was nothing but a stepping stone in my eyes. From there it was on.
I went into his yard, and marked my territory. Many people forget that I didn't take the easy road. Many don't know that he would later applaud me for what I said. But that respect was garnered, and thats the bond we share.
We both work for what we get, we don't pussy foot around nothing. If your offended, so fucking what. The initiative, is to physically, emotionally, mentally, and verbally desecrate your opponent. Any less from you would mean your a little bitch who has no respect for this business, but here's why this match is ironic. Here's why I'm spending so much time drilling these facts home. Here's why I embrace the quote at the beginning of this entry. Why this match is not built from hatred, but a once shared bond.
You see, Kyzer was once a remorseless man. He once didn't care who he offended. Only worried about himself. Didn't need anyone's approval. He once was despised.
But now, he's some kind of crowned king of excess. He's lost both his mind and his sack. He doesn't even have his head in the game. If he's any kind of a king, a monarch, a dictator, or a messiah. He's a fake one at that.
Kyzer sickens me, I did not come down and beat his ass for the sake of a friend, or the honor of distraught fans. My reasoning remains my business, and at this point, its really no one elses. But Kyzer, you've shown me one thing, by making this match.
You do whats right for the fans, you figure I'm the good guy and your the bad guy. That I'm gonna go out and do whats right for the fans, while you prevent me at every turn, and walk out once again. You forget about our past, and let the tiny actions in a match that you would leave victorious.
Your no messiah, you little bitch. I've wasted enough time talking about you, WFWF knows how to find me, if they need more information. Then look for the smoke cloud.
“You would think that pot had some kind of power; I mean come on, it's a plant, not a reason for living. Controlled by a plant, how hilarious. A plant! A fucking plant!- Henry Rollins”
As the fall turns to winter in Upstate, New York. Just north of Syracuse. Buffalo has been hit with a sign of the times, and the change of the season. The reciprocate of 16 to 18 inches of Snow. But Snow is the last thing on WFWF wrestler, The CBT's mind, as he's living it up in beautiful Portugal. Spotted with various Portuguese women at his side, CBT seems to have found his niche in this country. As he waves them off, they quietly go from flocking towards him, to quietly slipping away.
As CBT dressed in a pair of black Gucci pinstripe dress pants, sporting a white tank top, walks through the beautiful city of Lisbon. He stops at a small little bistro, ordering a bottle of Vinho do Alentejo, which happens to be a very popular, yet expensive choice of wine. As he sits down at the table, undisturbed, he pours a glass from the bottle. As we move in.
CBT: You know, I'm not exactly without Culture. WFWF is really honored to have a guy like me. A man who represents the company so well. Whether its inside or outside the ring. I'm not only a amazingly attractive man, whose great with women of all cultures and languages. I'm also very intelligent, and well based. Infact, this Vinho de Alentejo fits me perfectly to a key. Intense. Unique. With excellent qualities, if I do say so myself.
But lets not forget the Portuguese women, I thought I would be in shit for finding a few Lebanese and Asian women to show my p... passport to. But the Portuguese women, they are definitely worth investing time into. Hell, they're not so slow themselves, with the seducing. Telling me I'm built like a football player. heh. In Portugal.. is that the kind of compliment you want to hear? I mean, incase you didn't notice, my wrists aren't the slightest bit limp. But lets move on to the reason I'm hear.
CBT takes the glass to his mouth, downing the 1st glass rather quickly, and filling up a 2nd. As he lounges back, his relaxed demeanor shows, almost a carefree manner.
CBT: Kyzer. You know me to well. I'm not gonna bitch about you smoking, or the powers you possess in wfwf. You know me man. Say what you want, you can't disregard the respect you have for me.
But your booking is just funny to me, I beat ZMaster, and ask for the night off of the following Odium. You grant it to me. No issues about my coming to Rev's aid. You told me it was alright for me to take the night off.
But then my 1st piece of action since Superbrawl IV is a match against you. Not even a match, a spectacle match. A cage match. You obviously didn't feel I was enough of a attraction. Enough to sell a already sold-out show. Show you tag a little stip to it. Significance of it, being none. Whats wrong with you man? You use to be so different..
CBT takes a sip from his glass, before grabbing the bottle, and drinking directly from it. As a waitress walks over to the table. CBT point to something, and she acknowledges it and tells him, "she'll come back." As she walks away CBT watches her walk. Losing focuse, he drops the glass, as it hits the floor. She turns around, and smiles. CBT smiles back.
CBT: Sorry bout that. Women of all ethnicity's have a affect on me. You could say, my mind has a mind of its own.. and yet, I rarely get called a dick anymore. But back to Kyzer.
Michael, I've faced you once, I know the type of man you can be. Your not that man anymore, and while some say you lost your mind. I'm looking south, at that big hole, where your sack used to be.
I'm pretty sure you cracked under pressure, and this cage match was the best thing you could come up with. I'm not surprised. The old Kyzer would have been more creative, less passionate, more imaginative. But you got your KAVs, right? Very innovative.
The waitress is back, and like a dumb blind dog, just standing there looking into space. CBT takes the glass out of her hand, gives her a smile, as she gleefully walks away. CBT sets his glass down this time, and watches her walk back towards the kitchen. He then smacks himself, bringing himself back to whats important
CBT: Anyway, what I was saying was. How funny it is, that Kyzer, the man that once injected a drug-induced syringe into a helpless, innocent opponent. Is now priding himself on pleasing the fans, as a Owner. How he can come back to active competition, and become Intergalactic Spaceman Champion. How a thoughtless man, could make something so important, to where he can't think about anything but that belt. How pathetic.
What, you thought my saving the Rev, would make me the good guy? Sorry thats not the way it works in life, well.. I never really reaped the benefits of being a good guy. Of fighting the good fight. Of doing whats honorable and noble. Some of the most trustful men, know very little secrets. What I'm getting at is, what I said all to long ago, Kyzer your weak. Its not the drugs that make you weak, its you. Your no king, your no leader. If anything your a peasant, nobody should bow to you, but crucify you, and deny you your story book ending.
You think booking me in a match against you, will set me straight. I laugh at that thought. If anything, you just signed on the dotted line of where beginning becomes failure. Of where a dream becomes a reality. And where destiny becomes fate.
CBT looks at the empty glass, and fills it to the top, signaling a toast before drinking whats left Vinho do Alentejo. He then makes a gesture as to say he has one last thing.
CBT: Michael.. Kyzer.. Boss? One last thing. You may have achieved more then I have in just around a year, then I did in 2. I'll give you that, I never knocked your in ring abilities. But you know just as well as I do, that no time greater then the present, did I ever stand a better chance at beating you. That I ever stood a greater threat to you. So, I just want you to consider that, before you go on a bombard, bastardizing me and what I've done in the promotion.
With that said, we fade away, as CBT takes out some money and leaves it on the table. Leaving, most likely to complete any training regimens still needed in preparation for his Odium match with Kyzer on Sunday.
“Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah. [The Savior's Manual]- Richard Bach”
I'm not even gonna beat around the bush. If anyone can honestly look at my match with Kyzer, see my name opposite Kyzer's. Kyzer's opposite mine, and not be sold on that match alone.. Please stop reading. You have no fucking idea what this business is about, and really don't deserve to be reading this shit. You aren't worthy, stop wasting my precious time on you, you inbred piece of shit.
But lets move on, you see. Some are aware, while others not so much. Me and Kyzer have wrestled before, we never liked each other. But in this business its stupid to show weakness, and in a way respect is weakness. I consider are business finished, there is no hatred, so I feel I can say I respect him. Whether he feels the same, does not matter, I do not and never will look for approval. But see, people don't realize that.
Its really funny, now that I've got the time to think about it. Me and Kyzer have a lot in common. Sure I never was undefeated or a world champion. Sure Kyzer doesn't possess great matches with little to no support. But we do share a bond.
1 Year or more ago, me and Kyzer faced for the 1st and only time. He was already making a impressive name for himself. Many resented him for his public demeanor. But the same could be said for me at that time.
We both were dominating whatever was put infront of us, I took apart the former World champion, Slayer. While Kyzer massacred everyone from the mid-card to the main event.
We both were at the top of our game, until we met that is. He beat me. He pinned me. He cleanly put me down for the three count. I will not deny that. But I refuse to deny the bond we share.
You see, prior to my match with a young Michael Kyzer, he would constantly produce promos. Doing segments, referring to himself as a, "Stoned Messiah."
While many men feared him, I knew better. While many men took the easy way out, I was better then than that. Infact I was and I'm still, better then him.
You see, while the King of Excess looked at me, as another bump in the road. I took a different approach to him. One that many did not take, because they seen the drugs and not the dealer. I let him know, that the drugs didn't bother me, but he was inferior to me because of them. He was nothing but a stepping stone in my eyes. From there it was on.
I went into his yard, and marked my territory. Many people forget that I didn't take the easy road. Many don't know that he would later applaud me for what I said. But that respect was garnered, and thats the bond we share.
We both work for what we get, we don't pussy foot around nothing. If your offended, so fucking what. The initiative, is to physically, emotionally, mentally, and verbally desecrate your opponent. Any less from you would mean your a little bitch who has no respect for this business, but here's why this match is ironic. Here's why I'm spending so much time drilling these facts home. Here's why I embrace the quote at the beginning of this entry. Why this match is not built from hatred, but a once shared bond.
You see, Kyzer was once a remorseless man. He once didn't care who he offended. Only worried about himself. Didn't need anyone's approval. He once was despised.
But now, he's some kind of crowned king of excess. He's lost both his mind and his sack. He doesn't even have his head in the game. If he's any kind of a king, a monarch, a dictator, or a messiah. He's a fake one at that.
Kyzer sickens me, I did not come down and beat his ass for the sake of a friend, or the honor of distraught fans. My reasoning remains my business, and at this point, its really no one elses. But Kyzer, you've shown me one thing, by making this match.
You do whats right for the fans, you figure I'm the good guy and your the bad guy. That I'm gonna go out and do whats right for the fans, while you prevent me at every turn, and walk out once again. You forget about our past, and let the tiny actions in a match that you would leave victorious.
Your no messiah, you little bitch. I've wasted enough time talking about you, WFWF knows how to find me, if they need more information. Then look for the smoke cloud.
“You would think that pot had some kind of power; I mean come on, it's a plant, not a reason for living. Controlled by a plant, how hilarious. A plant! A fucking plant!- Henry Rollins”
As the fall turns to winter in Upstate, New York. Just north of Syracuse. Buffalo has been hit with a sign of the times, and the change of the season. The reciprocate of 16 to 18 inches of Snow. But Snow is the last thing on WFWF wrestler, The CBT's mind, as he's living it up in beautiful Portugal. Spotted with various Portuguese women at his side, CBT seems to have found his niche in this country. As he waves them off, they quietly go from flocking towards him, to quietly slipping away.
As CBT dressed in a pair of black Gucci pinstripe dress pants, sporting a white tank top, walks through the beautiful city of Lisbon. He stops at a small little bistro, ordering a bottle of Vinho do Alentejo, which happens to be a very popular, yet expensive choice of wine. As he sits down at the table, undisturbed, he pours a glass from the bottle. As we move in.
CBT: You know, I'm not exactly without Culture. WFWF is really honored to have a guy like me. A man who represents the company so well. Whether its inside or outside the ring. I'm not only a amazingly attractive man, whose great with women of all cultures and languages. I'm also very intelligent, and well based. Infact, this Vinho de Alentejo fits me perfectly to a key. Intense. Unique. With excellent qualities, if I do say so myself.
But lets not forget the Portuguese women, I thought I would be in shit for finding a few Lebanese and Asian women to show my p... passport to. But the Portuguese women, they are definitely worth investing time into. Hell, they're not so slow themselves, with the seducing. Telling me I'm built like a football player. heh. In Portugal.. is that the kind of compliment you want to hear? I mean, incase you didn't notice, my wrists aren't the slightest bit limp. But lets move on to the reason I'm hear.
CBT takes the glass to his mouth, downing the 1st glass rather quickly, and filling up a 2nd. As he lounges back, his relaxed demeanor shows, almost a carefree manner.
CBT: Kyzer. You know me to well. I'm not gonna bitch about you smoking, or the powers you possess in wfwf. You know me man. Say what you want, you can't disregard the respect you have for me.
But your booking is just funny to me, I beat ZMaster, and ask for the night off of the following Odium. You grant it to me. No issues about my coming to Rev's aid. You told me it was alright for me to take the night off.
But then my 1st piece of action since Superbrawl IV is a match against you. Not even a match, a spectacle match. A cage match. You obviously didn't feel I was enough of a attraction. Enough to sell a already sold-out show. Show you tag a little stip to it. Significance of it, being none. Whats wrong with you man? You use to be so different..
CBT takes a sip from his glass, before grabbing the bottle, and drinking directly from it. As a waitress walks over to the table. CBT point to something, and she acknowledges it and tells him, "she'll come back." As she walks away CBT watches her walk. Losing focuse, he drops the glass, as it hits the floor. She turns around, and smiles. CBT smiles back.
CBT: Sorry bout that. Women of all ethnicity's have a affect on me. You could say, my mind has a mind of its own.. and yet, I rarely get called a dick anymore. But back to Kyzer.
Michael, I've faced you once, I know the type of man you can be. Your not that man anymore, and while some say you lost your mind. I'm looking south, at that big hole, where your sack used to be.
I'm pretty sure you cracked under pressure, and this cage match was the best thing you could come up with. I'm not surprised. The old Kyzer would have been more creative, less passionate, more imaginative. But you got your KAVs, right? Very innovative.
The waitress is back, and like a dumb blind dog, just standing there looking into space. CBT takes the glass out of her hand, gives her a smile, as she gleefully walks away. CBT sets his glass down this time, and watches her walk back towards the kitchen. He then smacks himself, bringing himself back to whats important
CBT: Anyway, what I was saying was. How funny it is, that Kyzer, the man that once injected a drug-induced syringe into a helpless, innocent opponent. Is now priding himself on pleasing the fans, as a Owner. How he can come back to active competition, and become Intergalactic Spaceman Champion. How a thoughtless man, could make something so important, to where he can't think about anything but that belt. How pathetic.
What, you thought my saving the Rev, would make me the good guy? Sorry thats not the way it works in life, well.. I never really reaped the benefits of being a good guy. Of fighting the good fight. Of doing whats honorable and noble. Some of the most trustful men, know very little secrets. What I'm getting at is, what I said all to long ago, Kyzer your weak. Its not the drugs that make you weak, its you. Your no king, your no leader. If anything your a peasant, nobody should bow to you, but crucify you, and deny you your story book ending.
You think booking me in a match against you, will set me straight. I laugh at that thought. If anything, you just signed on the dotted line of where beginning becomes failure. Of where a dream becomes a reality. And where destiny becomes fate.
CBT looks at the empty glass, and fills it to the top, signaling a toast before drinking whats left Vinho do Alentejo. He then makes a gesture as to say he has one last thing.
CBT: Michael.. Kyzer.. Boss? One last thing. You may have achieved more then I have in just around a year, then I did in 2. I'll give you that, I never knocked your in ring abilities. But you know just as well as I do, that no time greater then the present, did I ever stand a better chance at beating you. That I ever stood a greater threat to you. So, I just want you to consider that, before you go on a bombard, bastardizing me and what I've done in the promotion.
With that said, we fade away, as CBT takes out some money and leaves it on the table. Leaving, most likely to complete any training regimens still needed in preparation for his Odium match with Kyzer on Sunday.
