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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 4:25:42 GMT -5
I'm gonna immediatly jump into it. I might put a theme, or something of interest to set you guys on a road, before reading. But for now, this was about relaxing my mind, and keeping me busy with this, relaxed my mind on other things. So yea, let me shut the up and deliver on this. With no graphic yet... yes thats a shill and a request... Here is WFWF 24/7WFWF 24/7 for the Week of February 6th, 2007
What's Sweet and Sour, Hot and Spicy, and fresh off the presses?
Can you say revival? Two women are wrestling. Two are involved in the going ons of WFWF. Tag Teams are blooming. Is this Summer-05 all over again? Maybe not. But it is a sign, no matter how inactive something may seem, it only take a bit of life to bring it back and restore alittle faith in it
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 4:30:16 GMT -5
From the VaultAugust 23rd, 2005; WFWF Distance PPVThe scene then fades out as a video begins to play to the song ‘The Fake Sound Of Progress’ by LostProphets. The video starts by showing the career history of WFWF superstar Slayer, we see him winning the WFWF world title and fighting many great WFWF stars such as Destroyer and Alex Sean. After the Slayer footage we now see career highlights of the WFWF star known as Tha CBT. We see CBT’s reigns as Television and International champion, we then see CBT cutting a promo just after SOTF when he is suddenly interrupted by Slayer who hits him with his finisher, the Slaying. As the song continues we see various moments of the two feuding from CBT’s various Singapore attacks and smashing Slayers head through a TV monitor to Slayer pushing CBT’s face into a pile of burnt ashes and the burning of the Puerto Rico flag. Various in ring action shots of the pair then flash by and then as the song and video begin to fade we see the final picture of the pair starring off in the ring.“Brand New” by Kanye West hits the speakers and the crowd starts to boo as WFWF superstar Tha CBT steps through the curtain waving around a Puerto Rico flag. CBT pauses at the top of the ramp to swing around the flag for a few seconds before then heading to the ring still waving the flag from side to side. Once the Current Big Thing reaches ringside he walks to the ring steps and climbs up them to then place the flag inside the hollow ring post. CBT then steps to the middle of the apron and turns to face the fans, after a few seconds he then flips himself backwards into the ring. Once inside he turns around and walks to the corner where he climbs onto the second rope and raises both arms in the air before stepping down to start warming up for the match. “Two Months From a Year” by 36 Crazyfits takes over the speakers and the fans leap from their seats giving WFWF superstar Slayer a mixed reaction as he walks out onto the stage through a cloud of smoke. Slayer stands at the top of the ramp where he brushes his hair to one side as he looks down at the ground for a few seconds, he then slowly turns his head upward to stare down at his opponent in the ring before he begins to walk down the ramp. On his way Slayer keeps his eyes locked on the CBT who now paces nervously from side to side. Slayer makes his way around to the ring steps and climbs up them, he pauses on the apron and looks over at CBT before climbing into the ring. Once in the ring Slayer casually leans against the turnbuckle waiting for the bell to sound. The bell sounds and both men remain still in the ring for a few seconds, CBT this then the first to move as he races across looking for a clothesline but Slayer ducks the effort, races off the ropes on the far side and comes back with a running DDT on CBT. CBT rolls over after the move and quickly gets back to his feet only to stumble around into a sidewalk slam from Slayer who then makes the cover …………1……… CBT kicks out, Slayer right away pulls CBT back up and now whips CBT across to the corner but to his horror the Current Big Thing leaps off of the second rope and springboards back turning as he does to clothesline Slayer down. CBT then gets back up and drags Slayer to the ropes where he places his neck under the bottom one to then stand on it and use the ropes to push down with extra pressure on him. The official begins to count to five to warn CBT to break the move but as he gets to four CBT springs upwards, lets go off the ropes and then comes crashing down onto Slayers back with both feet. CBT then hopes off of Slayer’s back and pulls him up to his feet where CBT places Slayer under his arm and raises him into the air and holds him up in a suplex position for around ten seconds before dropping backwards to complete the stalling suplex, CBT then makes the cover …………1………. Slayer kicks out. CBT now gets to his feet and begins taunting the crowd not seeing Slayer get to his feet behind him, CBT now turns back to Slayer and is met with a barrage of punches to the ribs, these shots cause a lot of damage to CBT as he his backed against the ropes, Slayer then whips CBT off the ropes and as he springs back Slayer kicks him in the ribs and then hits a double underhook backbreaker on him. With CBT down Slayer now runs off of the ropes and leaps into the air to then crash down with a big leg drop on CBT, Slayer then makes a cover …………….1…………. Slayer pulls CBT up and now lifts CBT so his head faces the ground and his body faces away from Slayer, Slayer holds him so he faces forward in a tombstone piledriver position, seconds later then drops down and drives CBT’s head into the mat. Slayer then drops down and stands of CBT’s face whilst pulling his arms up bending his body in the middle. CBT begins to scream in pain as the official makes an illegal move count, after the four Slayer then steps off and lets go of Slayers arms. Slayer now once again pulls CBT up and now places him between his legs for a powerbomb, Slayer hoists CBT up onto his shoulders but to his horror CBT manages to break free and slip down Slayers back and then as Slayer turns around he is hit with the spike CBT driving his head into the mat. CBT now pulls Slayer up and whips him into the corner of the ring and starts to work him over with the multiple props as he hits chops over Slayers chest over and over again. After the seventh chop CBT stands to the side as Slayer falls out off the corner turning on the way to land on his back. CBT now climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and sets himself up for a moonsault, but just before he leaps off he pauses and notices the wooden flag poll in the turnbuckle he stands on, CBT pulls the pull out and holds in with both hands as he turns back to face the ring. CBT then waits for a few seconds and as Slayer stands he leaps off looking to hit the poll over Slayers head but suddenly Slayer lands a big boot into CBT’s face, the blow knocks CBT over but he also manages to crack the poll over Slayers leg so Slayer falls down also. Slayer grabs his leg whilst CBT covers his face, the first man to start getting back up is Slayer who moves over to CBT with a bit of a limp, Slayer grabs hold of CBT’s attire and pulls him to his feet, Slayer puts CBT between his legs and lifts him up for a powerbomb, with CBT on his shoulders he then straightens himself to complete the move when suddenly CBT begins to lay some shots to Slayers face. After each blow Slayer stumbles as CBT battles to get free, soon Slayer gets sick of CBT’s trying and then runs across the ring and powerbombs CBT onto the turnbuckle. CBT hits the turnbuckles and yells out in pain before falling face first into the ring, Slayer rolls CBT over and makes a cover …………….1…………2.. But CBT gets his foot on the bottom rope so the pin is stopped. Slayer quickly pulls CBT’s leg off and once again try’s for the cover ……………..1………….2.. But CBT kicks out this time. Slayer now pulls CBT back to his feet and pushes him into the turnbuckle, Slayer now turns his back to CBT and walks across the ring to get a run up but as he turns back he finds CBT ramming into him hitting the Snap, Crackle, Drop. Once again both men lay in the ring, after a few seconds CBT rolls onto his side and drops a arm over Slayer ……………….1…………2… But Slayer gets his shoulder up. CBT now mounts Slayer and punches him across the face six times before then standing up to stomp him a further five times. CBT now turns the corner and climbs to the top to seconds later leap off to hit the American Hangover on Slayer. CBT hits the move and then bounces off the mat as Slayers body springs into the air before dropping back down. CBT now rolls over and hooks Slayers leg ……………….1………….2………… Slayer kicks out at the last second and CBT gets to his feet and stamps around completely furious. Slayer then turns back to Slayer to find him stood back to his feet, CBT races at Slayer but finds the effort useless as Slayer clotheslines him right down to the mat. Slayer now glances across the ring and spots the broken flag poll and flag on the mat, he rips the flag from the poll and rolls around to make it thicker before then cureling it around CBT’s throat and beginning to choke him with it. CBT begins to spit on himself due to the choke as the official begins a illegal move count, once the count gets to four Slayer stops the choke to cancel out the count and then he starts choking CBT again immediately after. Once again the official reaches the count of four and Slayer breaks the hold, this time thought he referee snatches it from Slayers hand, the official then walks over to the ropes and drops it out of the ring. During this time Slayer reaches into his boot and pulls out a small sliver switchblade, in a quick fluid motion Slayer flicks the blade out and runs it across CBT’s forehead leaving a deep heavyily bleeding cut. Slayer then quickly closes the blade and slots it back into his boot. The official now turns back to see Slayer pull the bloodied CBT up and hits the Quick and Merciless on him which Slayer then follows with a cover ……………….1…………..2………… But CBT gets his shoulder up at the last second. Slayer looks around with a slightly shocked expression before pulling CBT up to his feet, Slayer knees CBT in the chest a few times before then whipping him across to the turnbuckle. As CBT approaches the corner he extends his arms and grabs the ropes to then lift himself up, turn and sit on the top rope as Slayer runs toward him. As Slayer gets close CBT sticks his boot out catching CBT in the face, Slayer then stumbles around a little before walking into a tornado DDT position by CBT who then quickly turns Slayer over and leaps off the ropes to hit the Tequila Twist. Slayer now hits the mat and remains down whilst CBT stumbles to his feet and starts to wipe the blood out of his eyes, he then turns back to Slayer but to his horror he sees Slayer sit up and start getting to his feet so quickly after the move. CBT stumbles around the ring shaking his head as Slayer gets to his full vertical base, Slayer now turns to CBT as the current big thing swings a punch, Slayer blocks the effort and right away hits the this years cure sending CBT down to the mat. Slayer now paces around for a few seconds signalling for the Slaying, after that he ducks down and pulls CBT top his feet and sets him up for the move, as Slayer lifts CBT off of the ground the innovator of innovation manages to kick Slayer in the chest forcing Slayer to let go and bend over from the shot. CBT lands back on his feet and with Slayer already bent over he doesn’t waste a second as he lifts him up into a powerbomb position and hits the Pon De Replay slamming Slayer face first onto the mat. After the move CBT drops down to the mat also and takes a few seconds to gather his breath before rolling Slayer over and making the cover ……………….1……………2……………3 Winner: Tha CBT
‘Brand New’ by Kanye West hits the speakers again as the CBT falls onto his back and looks up at the rafters. After a few seconds he stands to his feet but stumbles back down again to sit against the bottom turnbuckle where he sits breathing heavy and still bleeding. Now Slayer sits up and slowly begins to stand to his feet, he walks a few inches away from CBT and stares him in the eyes before then climbing out of the ring as the shows focus changes.March 22nd, 2006; Last Ever HybridWFWF International Title Ladder Match Obo Vs Trevet Revelin Vs Macabre Vs Calvin Lee Vs Okana Vs Saku (c) [/u] The show returns to ringside where the six competitors are already in the ring and waiting for the bell. Outside the ring a ladder stands at each side of it with four set out in total and hanging fifteen foot above the ring is the WFWF International title. The bell rings and the match starts, right away Obo goes after Okana whilst Macabre, Lee and Revelin brawl together as Saku climbs out of the ring. Obo takes control of Okana with some stiff punches to the face before then hitting a neckbreaker on him. At the other side of the ring Macabre dodges Calvin Lee’s clothesline by ducking it forcing Lee to go over Macabre and instead catch Revelin, as Lee turns back around to see where Macabre is the national champion scoops him up and drives Lees back on his knee hitting a backbreaker. Macabre gets back to his feet and starts stomping on Trevet until Obo comes across and begins brawling with Macabre as they exchange punches. As this happens Saku slides one of the ladders into the ring and climbs in himself where he then grabs the ladder and moves closer to the brawling pair, Saku swings out the left end of the ladder hitting it across Obo’s back knocking him down then as Macabre looks to see what happen Saku swings out the right end and hits Macabre in the chest knocking him down also. Saku now moves to the center of the ring where he sets up the ladder and begins climbing up to try and end the match early, Saku gets to the third step when suddenly Okana runs across, leaps up onto the second step, places his hands on Saku’s shoulders and proceeds to throw himself upward pushing his back out but swinging his legs forward to lock Saku’s head between his feet and then hit a back hurricanrana like move on him. Saku slams down onto the mat with Okana landing next to him, Okana slowly stumbles to his feet when Trevet attacks him from behind with a forearm to the back of the head following by Trevet grabbing the back of Okana’s head to then slam it into the side of the steel ladder. Okana falls down to the mat and Trevet turns back around to face the other men in the match where right away he is greeted with a superkick from Calvin Lee that knocks Trevet back into the ropes with the momentum forcing him over them to the outside. Lee now turns his attention to the ladder, he quickly climbs up it getting three quarters up as he spots Macabre up on one knee, Lee now leaps off of the ladder and crashes down on Macabre with a crossbody. With Macabre down Lee starts to pummel him with punches to the face, Lee then gets back up with Macabre still dazed, but as Lee stands Obo strikes him with a low blow taking Lee down. Obo pulls himself up using the ropes and as he stands his tag team partner Trevet slides a ladder under the ropes to him before Trevet moves around the ring to get another ladder. Obo places the ladder in the corner resting it against the turnbuckle before pulling Saku to his feet, Obo strikes Saku over his back a few times before then ramming him shoulder first into the ladder. Trevet now slides a third ladder into the ring before climbing back in himself. Trevet now opens up the ladder over Macabre so that as Macabre starts to stand he finds himself stood up between the open ladder, once Macabre is up Trevet calls Obo over and the pair grab a side of the ladder each and slam it closed on Macabre. The duo open the ladder again after slamming it closed and Macabre falls down to the mat as the pair line the ladder up a bit left of the center of the ring. Obo now turns to go to the corner where the third ladder is but as he does Okana has made his way to the top rope and he stands on the top of the ladder pushing himself off the turnbuckle so that he and the ladder fall forward crashing into Obo. Okana quickly gets back to his feet and makes an effort to run across to Trevet but before he can Lee grabs him from behind and hits a perfect back suplex. Lee gets back to his feet and then heads over to Trevet who as moved one of the ladders from the center of the ring to a bit more toward the right side leaving a gap between the two standing ladders. Trevet’s attention is taken by the ladders as Lee comes from behind and sweeps out Revelins leg and then drops down with an elbow drop on him. Calvin Lee pulls Trevet back up quickly and whips him off of the ropes and back into a powerslam. Lee now gets back up and begins climbing the ladder, as Lee climbs Macabre stumbles to his feet and starts to climb the other side of the ladder, Lee reaches the top and stands on the top step trying to reach across and grab the belt. He reaches but the ladder has been moved to far to one side, Lee now gets ready to try and jump over to grab the belt but once he is ready Macabre reaches the top and slaps his hand around Lee’s throat. A look of horror crosses Calvin’s as Macabre proceeds to lift him up and then chokeslam him off of the top of the ladder to go crashing down on the mat below. Macabre now sits on the top of the ladder and try’s to reach across for the belt but like Lee before it is too far out of reach. As Macabre sits on the top Saku climbs up the back of the ladder behind Macabre managing to get to the top unnoticed. Once at the top Saku quickly grabs Macabre from behind and leaps off the ladder taking Macabre off the top of the ladder and driving him into the ring with a bulldog. The two men crash down in the ring and remain down, the only two now moving in the ring are Obo and Trevet who get to their feet and pick up the third ladder in the ring, Obo now climbs the stood ladder on the left with Trevet going up the one on the right with both men holding an end of the third ladder. Once at the top of the ladders the two rest the free ladder on the tops of the others to make a long platform that runs under the belt. Obo and Trevet now climb back down onto the ring mat and meet in the center of the ring where they shake hands before they locking up fairly with each other, Trevet slips behind Obo but before he can try for a move Obo slips himself round and kicks Trevet’s knee join to knock him down slightly to lock him in a headlock. As Obo keeps Trent in the lock Okana gets to his feet and runs across the rope leaping up to hit a spinning heel kick that hits Obo in the face knocking him down and Trevet free. Trevet stands under the ladder platform as Okana runs toward him, Revelin ducks Okana’s clothesline effort and then locks his arms around Okana’s waste to lift him up ramming him headfirst into the steel ladder above. Okana falls down to the mat whilst Trevet takes few seconds to catch his breathe before climbing up one of the ladders. As Trevet climbs Calvin Lee begins to stir, he looks up and spots Trevet heading to the top and he sucks in the pain from the chokeslam to start climbing the other ladder to the platform formed under the belt. Trevet gets to the top first and heads across to the center where he grabs hold of the title and begins to unhook it when Lee arrives at the top also and rams his knee into Trevet’s chest before placing him between his legs, Lee takes a deep breathe and then proceeds to hit a jumping piledriver off of the ladder ramming Trevet’s head into the mat below. As the two crash down Obo begins to move using the ropes to pull himself up, once up he walks over to one of the ladders and begins climbing up failing to notice Saku doing the same on the other ladder. Obo gets to the top first and heads across to the belt where he begins to unhook it, he opens two of the five buckles on it when Saku arrives at the top and doesn’t waste a second as he runs across and spears Obo in the chest and right off of the ladder as both men go sailing through the air slamming onto the mat below. Saku, Obo, Trevet and Lee now all lay on the mat motionless, Macabre and dragged himself to the corner where he sits resting against the bottom turnbuckle watching as Okana begins to climb up the ladder. Okana nearly reaches the top as Macabre gets to his feet and begins climbing the other ladder himself. Once at the top Okana heads over to the hanging title and begins to unhook it releasing two more of the buckles leaving only one to go as Macabre reaches the top. Macabre begins to walk across the platform as Okana struggles to get the belt free, as Macabre gets close Okana grabs the steel ring the belt is strapped to and then jumps off the ladder swinging himself away from the platform where Macabre stands. Okana begins to swing back toward the platform and once close enough he locks his legs around Macabre’s head and then shifts his weight the to the left hitting a head scissor takedown on the top of Macabre that sends the National champion flying off to the mat below as Okana still hangs from the belt. Okana manages to get his feet back on the ladder platform and gain his balance where he finishes unhooking the belt. Winner & New WFWF International Champion: Okana[/center]
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 4:41:35 GMT -5
February 12th, 2006- Fully Charged PPVBefore the match starts a video begins to play on the big screen to the song ‘To The End’ by My Chemical Romance. The video starts showing highlights of the WFWF tag team Los Hobos including such things as their two reigns as tag team champions and their feud with the UIA. Before long footage of Percy turning on Obo and assaulting him in the ring is shown, various footage of the two fighting around the arena shows along with Percy burying Obo under a pile of garbage at the last Hybrid. The video comes to a close with pictures of the two men’s faces faded over the image of Obo’s hand reaching out from under the trash.The arena lights dim and ‘Somewhere I Belong’ by Linkin Park begins to play through the speakers as the crowd begins to cheer. After a few seconds the lights return to normal as WFWF star Obo walks through the curtain pushing out a shopping trolley, however the trolley is now different from how it was before as thick layers of barbwire have been wrapped all around the carriage area. Obo pauses on the stage and points to the trolley whilst slowly nodding his head. Obo now grabs the trolley handle again and continues to head down to the ring wheeling it in front of himself. Once at the ring side area Obo leaves the cart on the camera side of the ring before turning to the crowd and slapping the hands of a few fans before turning back to the ring and sliding in. Once in the ring Obo walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs onto the second rope not lifting his arms or making a sign just simply looking around the crowd before stepping down. ‘Through The Iris’ by Ten Years takes over the sound system and after a few seconds WFWF star Percy slowly walks through the curtain carrying a larger steel drum container, the top half of which is cover by a black cotton sheet and Percy carries it carefully wearing a pair of red workers gloves over his hands. The crowd boo as Percy doesn’t bother to stop on the stage and heads straight down the ramp to ringside with the container in hand. Percy moves around to the opposite side of the ring from where the trolley lies and he places the container carefully on the ground before looking at it and looking up at Obo laughing at the sight of him. Percy now begins removing the gloves and placing them on top of the container before then pointing at Obo and hurling abuse at him before he rolls into the ring for the match. The bell rings and both men walk around the ring keeping their eyes locked on each other as the official keeps his distance with a microphone in hand. Now both men burst toward each other, Obo swings out for a punch looking to brawl but Percy side steps the effort and then sweeps Obo’s legs out from under him. Obo hits the mat back first and Percy quickly drops down with an elbow right to his throat. Percy then quickly gets back to his feet and drags Obo up wasting no time in hitting the neckbreaker on him. With Obo down again holding his throat Percy heads over to the ropes and drops down to roll out of the ring. On the outside Percy heads over to the announcers area and grabs a spare steel chair and then climbs back onto the apron where he climbs higher getting onto the top rope, as Obo stands to his feet Percy jumps off looking to hit him with the chair, but Obo rolls out of the way getting behind Percy and from there grabs Percy from behind pulling his arm against his own throat so that the chairs end rests against Percy’s throat as Obo jumps forward to drive him down with a bulldog. A loud bang is heard as the chair hits the mat and Percy rolls around the pain holding his throat as Obo stands back to his vertical base and grabs the steel chair. Obo opens the chair slightly and then lifts Percy’s head off of the mat and closes the chair with Percy’s head inside it. Obo now drags Percy back to his feet and takes a deep breathe before lifting Percy up into a tombstone piledriver position and dropping him down his head inside the chair being the first to connect with the mat. As Percy remains down Obo adds insult to injury by hitting a leg drop to the chair, Obo then sits up and pulls the chair off of Percy’s head before calling for the microphone from the official. Obo: We done?Obo holds the microphone to Percy’s mouth for a second before pulling it back to his own, Obo: No? Good.Obo now drops the microphone and pulls Percy to his feet where he lays an uppercut to his jaw before then dragging him over to the ropes where the barbwire shopping cart rests, Obo throws Percy out of the ring but as he goes over Percy grabs the ropes and lands on the apron. Percy swings his fist out and low blows Obo through the middle rope before standing to his feet and grabbing him for a vertical suplex. Percy lifts Obo up and suplexs him to the outside forcing him to land on the floor next to his trolley. Percy now reaches through the middle ropes to grab the steel chair which he holds against his own chest as he flips backwards off the apron landing a moonsault on Obo holding the chair between himself and his former partner to increase the impact. Both men remain down for a few minutes before Percy pulls himself up using the barrier and he heads over to the ring apron lifting it up and searching under it to then reemerge with a steel toaster in hand. Percy places the toaster on the apron as he then walks over to the announce table and follows the cables from the electric equipment until he then pauses and pulls up the thin layer of protection on the floor, under which he finds the socks the equipment plugs into with one left spare. Percy grabs the toaster and plugs it in to the socket then stretching out all the cable he brings it back to Obo who has begun to move slightly on the floor, Percy quickly places the toaster on the floor and then grabs Obo’s hand and shoves it inside it before pulling down the lever on it to turn it on. Obo screams as the steel grates inside close around his hands and begins to heat up burning his skin. As Obo yells out in pain Percy stands up and asks for a microphone from the official, once the toaster finishes and shoots out the metal sheets releases Obo’s now red burnt hand Percy ducks down and speaks. Percy: It’s only going to get worse from here so give up now.Percy now moves the microphone to Obo’s lips but Obo remains quite for a few seconds before letting out a roar as he grabs the steel toaster with both hands and smashes it into Percy’s face. The fuse inside blows and with an explosion of electrical sparks Percy falls down and grabs his face as Obo drops the toaster that is now broken in two only being held together by a few wires. Obo drops down and holds is hand for a few seconds as he try’s to suck in the pain. Obo then crawls across to the ring apron and searches under to come back out with a wooden two by four and a staple gun. Obo stands to his feet and throws the stable gun over to were Percy his, he then walks over with the piece of wood in hand and as Percy gets back to one knee he drives the solid end of it in Percy’s eyes to take him down again. Obo now drops the wood by Percy’s head and picks up the stable gun, he kneels down and press Percy’s head on the wood holding his ear down on it tightly, Obo then begins to shoot staples through his ear and into the wood, with eight staples in he then throws the staple gun to one side and stands back on his feet as Percy screams with pain. Obo now drags Percy up with the two by four hanging from his ear, he drags him right to the outside of the turnbuckle where he slams and holds Percy’s face against it making sure most of his face is on one side with the two by four slipping onto the other, Obo then grabs the wood with his hand and after a few seconds of pulling on it he manages to wrench it out ripping pieces of Percy’s ear with it. Percy runs across ringside holding his ear and screaming before diving down onto the floor letting out more agony filled yells. Obo now grabs the microphone from the floor and drops down by his former friends side. Obo: That’ll sting for a while, you might want to get it cleaned up now.Obo holds the microphone to Percy’s mouth but Percy responds simply by biting his former tag team partners nose. Obo quickly pulls back but in doing so rips his own skin. Percy gets to his feet and drags Obo to his pulls him by his air around to the other side of the ring near the steel tank Percy brought. Percy moves Obo near it and goes to remove the cover but suddenly pauses and shakes his head before turning and ramming Obo shoulder and head first into the barrier. Obo falls down in a pile on the floor as Percy turns to the apron lifting it up to then pull out a light tube, he turns around ready to smash it over Obo but as he does Obo is back to his feet and quickly digs his nails into Percy’s eyes blinding him enough to drop the weapon. Obo now returns Percy’s favor from before lifting Percy’s onto his shoulders to hit a reverse death valley driver swinging Percy out to land him rib first on the fan barrier. Obo now turns around and grabs the handle bar of his barbwire trolley which he wheels around and waits as Percy climbs down from the barrier and stands to his feet in front of it, Obo gets a run up and then drives the front of the trolley into Percy’s back stabbing him with some of the barbwire, he then wrenches over and pulls Percy back by his head into the trolley landing him in the barbwire mess inside. The wire shreds and digs into Percy’s skin as he moves around trying to pull himself free from it. Obo pulls the trolley away from the barrier and begins wheeling it up the ramp, he gets to the top of the stage and moves over to the left side of it and as he quickly looks around for an idea Percy rips himself free and stands up in the trolley grabbing Obo’s face and hitting it against the handle bar of the trolley. The bloody Percy now climbs out of the trolley and rams his knees into the stunned Obo before then scoop slamming him onto the steel stage floor. Percy now walks across the stage and heads behind the entrance curtain into the back, a few seconds pass before he reappears pulling out a large stage crew crate. He drags the black crate over to the far side of the stage and positions it in front of the trolley, he then grabs Obo and rolls him onto the top of the crate before climbing up himself. With both men on the crate Percy moves behind Obo and pulls him to his feet locking his arms around him to then hit a release German suplex viciously dropping Obo head, neck and shoulders first into the barbwire. Obo now lays in the trolley with the barbwire digging into his skin as Percy slides off of the crate and grabs the handle of the trolley pushing it to the very end of the stage where he looks at the bent and twisted Obo caught in the wire before jumping up with a dropkick to the back of the trolley sending it forward and flying off of the stage. The trolley flips in midair keeping Obo in it as the wire sticks in him, the trolley then lands crushing Obo in it who hits the ground chest first. Percy now turns to the official who is on the stage with him and asks for the microphone before carefully climbing down to the trolley and Obo. Percy walks over and drops down to speak. Percy: I think it’s time you called it a night.Percy moves the microphone and Obo’s mouth and Obo’s because to cough spitting out blood before he speaks. Obo: F*ck you.Obo’s head then drops down to the floor as Percy stands to his feet looking angered. He tucks the microphone into the front of his attire before then climbing back onto the stage. Percy now moves to the back of the stage crew storage crate and begins to push it forward slowly inching towards the edge of the stage where at the foot Obo still lays trapped under the barbwire trolley. The crate then plummets off of the edges of the stage, the end of it hits the baser of trolley snapping two of it’s legs and bending the other two heavily, the rest of the trolley is bent and twisted from the impact. After landing on the trolley the large crate topples to the side and lands on the ground next to Obo making a loud thud. Percy now once again climbs down from the stage and walks over to Obo under the wrecked trolley where he drops down with the microphone. Percy: Just give it up.Obo remains completely motionless with the wire caught his back and the weight of the trolley on him. Percy:…..Obo?Suddenly Obo reaches out with his arm and grabs Percy’s throat choking him with all his might. Percy drops the microphone and pulls himself away to catch his breathe as Obo pushes himself to his feet ripping his skin free from the wire. Obo stumbles across and grabs Percy’s head to slam it on the side of the ramp before rolling him onto it and climbing up himself, Obo stomps a few times on Percy to keep control before dragging him back to the ringside area where Obo whips Percy into the barrier so he hits it back first and rests upon it, Obo then runs across and hits a yakuza kick knocking Percy over the barrier into the crowd, Obo then looks at the referee who passes him a microphone before he climbs over and stands over Percy to speak. Obo: Give up.Obo lowers the microphone to Percy’s move. Percy: To a p*ssy like you?Percy now raises to his feet ramming his head between Obo’s legs and lifting him up as if going for a shoulder toss but instead he swings him down front wards slamming him back down onto the ringside area near the steel container. Percy now climbs over and grabs the work mans gloves off of the container and puts them on before removing the cover from it to show the words on the side reading ‘Liquid Nitrogen’. Percy now begins to remove the lid from the container dropping it onto the floor once it is removed, a thin grey trail of steam flows out of the top as Percy now pulls Obo to his feet and to the horror of the crowd shoves the front of Obo’s face into the container. There is a loud scream echoing from inside as Obo is held in for a few seconds before swinging his elbow out into Percy’s stomach knocking him back and himself free. Obo pulls himself out with his face now burnt in places with pieces of flaking skin hanging off and balls of puss coming out of the burns. Obo falls down to the floor holding his face and screaming in pain as Percy pulls himself up using the barrier, removes the gloves and asks for the microphone from the official. Percy: You don’t want to end up with a life time scar because of this….now end it.Percy goes to lower the mic to Obo but Obo holds his hands together and delivers not one, not two but three shots to Percy’s manly region with the axehandle. Percy falls down to his knees breathing heavily as Obo stumbles to his feet and falls against the barrier to hold himself up. Obo then looks around the area and quickly grabs the work mans gloves and putting them on, he then picks up the light tube from earlier and as the crowd look on he lowers the tube inside the liquid nitrogen holding it in for a few seconds. Obo then pulls the tube out that now carries a thin cloud of smoke around it, he slowly walks over to Percy who now stumbles to his feet and turns around to finds the frozen tube being smashes down over his head causing it to burn his skin with a line running down his face, neck and chest that even burns through the section of his shirt it comes into contact with. Percy falls down with the red burn down his body pealing bits of flesh away, generating puss and being made worse by the shards of light tube stuck in it. Obo drops to his knees and grabs the microphone before crawling over to the fallen Percy to speak. Obo: You know what I want to hear.There are a few seconds of silence before Percy’s whispery voice speaks. Percy: I’m done, it’s over.Winner: Obo
‘Somewhere I Belong’ by Linkin Park hits the speakers and the crowd applaud as Obo is helped to his feet by the referee and EMT’s come to ringside to check on Percy. Obo moves closer to the apron and carefully rolls into the ring where he stands to his feet for a few seconds to hold his arm in the air before falling against the ropes with exhaustion as the shows focus changes.
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 4:44:32 GMT -5
December 21, 2005; Code Red
WFWF International Title match We now find ourselves backstage as WFWF Superstar, Tha CBT, is shown lacing up his white runners despite not having a match tonight. Tha CBT is apparently in his locker room waiting patiently for the Main Event to begin. A semi-sized television set can be seen placed on a wooden table before him as he continues to closely watch on. A hype-video for Immune/Saku III can he seen playing on the television set before mysteriously shutting off. Surprised, Tha CBT smacks the back of the television set hoping it would work. After many attempts, picture returns to the screen as Tha CBT sits back down. Suddenly, the TV shuts off yet again immediately before a slight look of frustration is shown on the face of Tha CBT. CBT bangs the television set even harder this time as continuous thumps echo within the room. In a split second, a steel chair is shown smacking the skull of Tha CBT from behind as he falls to the ground grasping his head. Out of no where, former WFWF National Champion, “The Man of the Hour” Josh is seen slowly stepping into the picture, steel chair in hand, with a large smirk on his face.
Josh: You’re not going anywhere, CBT. No one will ruin my plans for Fully Charged. No one…
Suddenly, Josh is shown pushing the television set as it collapses on the back of Tha CBT, possibly crushing his spinal cord! A large scream of pain comes from the mouth of Tha CBT, as he is shown slowly beginning to cough up blood. “The Man of the Hour” exits the scene, as Tha CBT remains to be seen motionless, lying in a pool of blood. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
The long await is officially over as our main event of the evening finally gets under way. Without warning, blue and white lights flash around the arena as the Finnish National Anthem hits the speakers. Suddenly, the blue and white lights stops flashing around the arena as they both focus on the very center of the stage. This is immediately followed by the unwelcome entrance of the Finnish Phenom, Saku, whom is proudly waving his Finnish flag towards the ring as the crowd jeers in displeasure. Saku simply ignores them and kisses the flag before this jammed pack arena before entering the ring with the blue and white lights still following his every movement. The Finnish Phenom climbs the second turnbuckle and poses along side with his flag as it seems as if a riot is about to break loose regarding the crowd. Saku simply awaits in the corner, the flag tightly grasped in his hand, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Suddenly, the lights go off as Headstrong from Trapt pierces through the arena as the fans jump to their feet in anticipation. Immune makes his way through the curtains, sporting in full red, white and blue which gets a huge reaction from the crowd. Immune is holding the US Flag happily above his head, as the WFWF International Championship is seen shining brightly around his waist. Before entering the ring, Immune jogs along the sides of the ring slapping the hands of all his fans, still proudly holding the flag in his hand. The International Champion slides, into the ring and points at his former partner and best friend, Saku, with the US flag before climbing the turnbuckle and letting out a loud scream of excitement waving his country’s flag for several more seconds. The lights return back to normal as both men stare eye to eye, with their rightful flag beside them. The referee explains the rules to both Immune and Saku, but they both continue to stare each other down, not listening to a single word the referee says. Immune gives the ref the belt as he holds up high what these two individuals are fighting for. The official at side hands the superstars two lights as they stuff it into their tights. In no time, both head to their corner as they secure their country’s flag on a pole at separate ends of the ring. Saku secures his first, and quickly rushes the distracted Immune who is busy locking in the flag, as this match finally begins. Immune is blindsided with a hard double axe handle to the back of the head by Saku. The referee safely secures in Immune’s flag, as Saku continues to pummel away at Immune. Saku picks up the fallen Immune and swings him against the rope nailing a swift spinning heel kick to the upper body of the International Champion. Just as Immune falls to the ground, the Finnish Phenom quickly grasps the skull of his opponent before locking him in a sleeper hold. Immune has a dazed look upon his face and things aren’t looking too good for him this early into the match. There is no submission in this match but Saku still continues to lock in the Sleeper Hold securely as Immune seems totally out of it. Moments after, Saku lets go of the hold before nailing three consecutive elbow drops to the throat of his former friend. Immune clutches his throat as Saku looks up at the US flag shining valiantly above us, as evil grin is brought upon his face. Saku begins to climb the turnbuckle tiredly as the fans chant Immune’s name throughout the entire hoping, just hoping that he’ll revive from the beating he has just took. Saku’s finger tips barely touch the US flag before he finally takes his final step, as he is standing at the very top turnbuckle. Conceitedly, Saku taunts the fans before reaching into his tights. Unexpectedly, before he could pull out the lighter, Immune comes running into the picture and hits a release german suplex off the top rope!! The crowd goes wild as both superstars lay flat on the mat. Slowly, but surely, Immune gets to his feet first. However, just as Saku can fully stand up, Immune takes him back down with a high knee to the face. Immune strongly pulls the hair of his former partner, picking him, and hits beautifully executed flow DDT. Our WFWF International Champion looks up at the Finnish flag and takes one step on the first turnbuckle before deciding to get back down and continue to beat on Saku. Saku struggles to stand on his two feet seeming totally lost. Before he finally spots Immune, the champ leverages himself off the ropes knocking Saku with a stiff kick right to the chin. Satisfied with what he has done, Immune decides to finish this match.
Immune gives all the strength he has left in his body to climb the turnbuckle as the fans cheer him on every step of the way. Meanwhile, Saku can be seen recovering from the boot to the face. Immune sees Saku approaching him, so he leaps off the top rope but misses his flying clothesline!! Immune not knowing where Saku is, turns around only to be welcomed by Saku with a devastating spear to the gut of Immune. Saku clenches his right fist and with all his energy, the Finnish Phenom strikes Immune right above his left eye with nothing but bare knuckles, thus cutting the International Champion open! Saku has the upper hand as he begins to quickly jab the face of Immune, cutting open the wound even more as blood begins to flow. Saku laughs while looking at the bloodied Immune, whom is on his knees, leaning against the former champ. Saku holds Immune by the hair and delivers not one but two snap suplexes. With Immune grasping his back in pain, Saku decides to torture him even more before locking in the deadly Camel Clutch. The International Champion can be heard moaning in pain while a tear or two drips down his face. Meanwhile, the audience is looking on in fear and concerns for the current champ not knowing that this may just be the end. Suddenly, claps can be hear coming from the crowd as they begin to pick up the pace, hoping that their hero will fight back. Saku laughs at the fans, but miraculously, Immune stands up from the camel clutch, while Saku still remains on his back!!! The fans are going crazier than ever as Immune begins to ram Immune into the corner before dumping his body outside the ring. Immune takes a quick breather while Saku slowly gets up from being thrown to the floor outside the ring. Immune runs towards Saku on the outside before hitting an amazing suicide dive!! Both men remain to be knocked out as it seems as if they had bashed skulls during the suicide that. Slowly, both men make their way to their feet, as they just stare each other down not knowing who will make the next move.
Saku makes that move as he runs head on to Immune but the International Champ quickly moves. Just as Saku was about to hit the barricade he stops, only to be welcomed by a spear of Immune who takes him right through the barricade into the crowd!!! The audience is stunned but is going wild at the same time as security restrains them from rushing Saku. It is safe to say that the beast has been unleashed, as Immune quickly pounces right on top of Immune as he begins to bite into the flesh on the forehead of Saku. The Finnish Phenom can be heard screaming in dear pain before Immune begins to choke the life out of his former friend. Immune continues for a few more moments before stopping and screaming at the top of his lungs, motivating himself. Blood can be seen coming from the mouth of Immune, but it isn’t his own blood, instead it is none other than Saku’s. We look at Saku’s face only to realize that he has been completely busted open as blood profusely drips down his face. Immune literally drags Saku by his legs across the ramp taking him to the very top. From there, Immune shoves Saku between his legs as he calls for the powerbomb. Amazingly, the bloodied Saku reverses it, hitting a bone-tingling Death Valley Driver on the cold, steel ramp. With both men down and bleeding, Saku struggles hopelessly to drag himself back to the ring but just as he reaches half-way, he collapses, falling in a pool of his own blood. Moments go by as both men remain motionless. Suddenly, Immune can he seen limping towards Saku. Just as he reaches him, Saku blindsides him with a harsh low blow sending the Champ back down to the steel. With blood all over his face, Saku laughs as his teeth are stained red. Saku gets to his feet before searching under the ring and grabbing table!! Saku sets the table up before picking up the also bloodied Immune. Looking hopelessly lost, Immune tries to fight back, but Saku remains to pull Immune by the hair like a string-puppet. Saku throws Immune onto the table and gets back into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle. But Saku doesn’t go for the flag, instead he calls for a moonsault!! Saku leaps off but suddenly, Immune moves as Saku hits nothing but table, but the table didn’t break!!! Saku screams in pain before coughing up blood. Immune goes under the ring and brings out a small yellow bottle. Be begins to pour the substance onto the table before making known that the liquid is none other than light fluid!! Immune pulls out the lighter from under his pants before setting flame to the entire table!! The crowd watches in amazement not knowing what will happen next. Instantly, Immune stalks Saku with his hand up in the air. The audience continues to stare in anticipation. The moment came when Saku turned around only to he surprised with Immune’s hand as he chokeslams him through the flaming table!! Saku shakes violently on the ground while Immune simply wobbles back and worth on the ramp, as if he doesn’t even know what he had just done.
Suddenly, Immune collapses right on the spot as the crowd watch in concern. Both these men have lost so much blood they can barely move. Officials are confused whether to stop the match or not, but in the end, they decided that there must be a winner. To much surprise, Saku gets up first, but is still shaken. He struggles to get in the ring before deciding to stay outside and beat on Immune. Out of no where, Saku reaches under the ring and pulls out a long steel chain. He swings it above his head before viciously whipping it down on the back of Immune. Saku continues to punish the International Champion for several more seconds and long red scars can be seen covered all over his back. Saku drops to the ground before taking the chain and choking every ounce of life left in Immune. The Finnish Phenom wraps the chain around his fist but just as he goes to punch Immune, he ducks, before Immune delivers a spinebuster to Saku onto the floor. Immune rolls into the ring, and step by step, inch by inch, he heads towards the Finnish flag. The crowd is dead silent as every step Immune takes toward his target seems like a mile. The Champ climbs the first turnbuckle, then the second. And with everything he had left, he makes his way onto the third as Immune literally grasps the Finnish flag with his heads, as Saku is still laid out flat. It’s almost over, Immune is so close. The crowd cheers him on as he reaches into his tights, but suddenly, Immune lets out a scream of frustration as he realizes that he had left his lighter on the outside when he set the table on fire. Immune falls to the ground and he tries to get his lighter back into his possession as quickly as possible. Immune doesn’t leave the ring but instead he puts half his body left inside the ring while the other half is struggling to grab the lighter which is inches away from him on the outside. Immune grabs it and shoves the lighter into his tights. Just as he is about to pull himself back into the ring, he is surprised to see Saku standing right before him with a table leg in his hand! In a swift movement, Saku swings the table leg and bashes it across the skull of Immune as a loud crack is heard echoing throughout the arena.
Saku quickly shoves Immune back into the ring as blood covers every inch of the canvas. Both Immune and Saku are exhausted but both refuse to give up. Saku swings Immune onto the ropes and quickly hits an arm drag, which is followed by another, and another!! Where Saku is getting this energy is beyond unbelievable. Saku looks at Immune while holding his face in his two hands while whispering “It’s over”. Saku laughs before slapping Immune right across the face. Suddenly, a burst of adrenaline strikes Immune, as the International Champ slaps Saku right back into his face!! Both stare each other down, blood dripping down their face, as they are barely capable of standing up. The run at opposites ends of the ring before colliding into each other with a double clothesline as both men are laid out flat on the floor!! Moments go by as these two men struggle to get up, but no use. However, instead of continuing the fight, both men are hoping to finish it, as they hopelessly drag themselves to the corners. It is a race to the finish at this point. It’s all about you will get to the opponents flag both. Both simultaneously climb the first, and then the second, before stopping. It seems as if neither of these men have any energy left. Suddenly, our focus is brought to the stage as “The Man of the Hour” Josh comes out running towards the ring with a steel chair in hand. To much surprise, he gets mixed reactions from the crowd because they know he wants Immune to win. Saku nor Immune know that Josh is in the ring with the steel chair in hand. All of a sudden, Saku looks behind him only to see Josh with a chair looking directly at him. Saku screams helplessly, but suddenly, Josh turns around and hits Immune directly in the back!!!!! Immune stumbles off the turnbuckle before his arms get caught in between the ropes!! Immune can’t move, while Saku still remains shocked. Josh looks at the trapped Immune straight in the eye before laughing, as he leaves the ring. Still in complete shock, Saku takes the final step before pulling out the lighter. The fans yell frantically hoping that Immune, their hero, will make the last minute save. The seconds seem like eternity as Immune screams from the side, hoping Saku won’t do it. The fans stare in complete misery as Saku sets flame to their beloved US Flag, as this brutal as officially come to an end.
WINNER AND NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: Saku
Saku has done the impossible and has won the International Title making history. Immune continues to scream in agony as he watches his country’s flag burn into flames. Security rushes to the seen as the hold crazed fans from rioting. Meanwhile, “The Man of the Hour” Josh is shown laughing sadistically at the top of the ramp before Saku stares him down. Josh is seen mumbling the words “That’s mine”, as he points to Saku’s newly won title, as he continues to laugh. The fire of the flag as great even bigger, as many members of the audience can be seen crying watching old glory up in flames. Saku admires his International Title as he kisses it before a large smear of blood slightly coats the title. The Finnish Phenom looks at the locked Immune who struggles to release himself from the ropes. Both superstars make eye contact with each other, blood still dripping heavily upon their face. The stare down continues for a several more seconds before Saku looks back at the “Man of the Hour”, before once again staring deep into the International Gold, still with Immune’s nameplate on it. We are left with the shot of the Finnish Flag waving brightly in the air before the shot shows the US Flag burning into an utter crisp as the scene fades away.
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 4:46:23 GMT -5
Tracing Innovations3 Days in the Palace of Excess Written on August 22nd, 2005.The following is from the documentary “Within the Mind, Within The Reality of Your Stoned Messiah”. The following is in no way the views of the WFWF or the filmmaker Gavin Treyer. The documentary is shown from his perspective as it is one of a fan and this is for the fans. All opinions held within are of Michael Kyzer. He is not held responsible for any emotional damage slander, libel or anything else that may harm one’s reputation. Gavin Treyer and Michael Kyzer do not take responsibility for anything found offensive. If you do blame yourself and your ego.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///Intro from a filmmaker\\\I have spent almost a month filming my documentary, actually it could be longer, and I have lost a sense of time as of late. Things around Michael Kyzer take a different look than if I were to see them with him absent. Because of him, I have learned to look at objects, people, events, and various other things in a new light. Though I don’t agree with Michael’s outlook on life, it perplexes me. I am not a drug user and never will be so for me to pick the brain of one that is, is a totally new experience. I have never heard of a person that comes close to the enigma that is Michael Kyzer. This self proclaimed “New King of Excess” and “Stoned Messiah” takes drug use into a new context and area, that being one of spirituality. Now other cultures have mixed the two together, but not in a way that he has done, not at least to my knowledge.
Michael Kyzer has revealed his belief that his purging on sex, drugs, and other sins of the flesh have granted him serenity and salvation. Now whether he believes these things he says or not, or is just using them to justify his own addictions, is not yet clear. I have a feeling I will determine the truth yet. Michael Kyzer, “Your Stoned Messiah”, “The New King of Excess” or whatever else name you call this enigma, is easily the biggest fascination in my life. I treasure every moment I get in doing this documentary.///Tuesday August 16, 2005\\\ ///Seattle Washington\\\I sit in the house that Kyzer built. This is the first time we have returned to his hometown since the beginning of this documentary. Surprisingly, Seattle has an old feel to it. I can’t really explain it, but it doesn’t have that feeling you get when you are in a city such as Los Angelus or New York. Maybe it is the house that is doing it to me. It is nothing modern or fancy. I think the most expensive thing in the place is the collection of drugs. They sit on a glass table in front of me as I recline on a leather couch. Michael sits in a matching chair next to the table, with his face planted with a straw up one nostril. He takes up a couple of quick lines of what looks to be heroin. Another way to ingest the drug obviously. He turns his attention to the lady friend sitting on his lap. I have come to learn that her name is Callista. She was present in the house of Kyzer when we arrived. She must be his resident consort. She paws all over him with a smile as he returns the grin. I sit and record saying nothing, as is usually my way around him. After a couple of moments he looks at me with a very stoned gaze. The ever-present grin displaying his arrogance and happiness all in one widens. I anticipate him speaking with curiosity, as pretty much everything he says has some sort of purpose behind. I have determined that Michael Kyzer is not a fan of small talk.“You look so stiff. I implore you, like I always do, try a little of what is before you. I have plenty as always.”I look over the assortment of narcotics before me. Cocaine, heroin, marijuana, various pills and little capsules of what I have learned is acid, all this is before me, and yet, I have no desire to try one, but Michael…he half of them at once. The danger that comes with taking them has always prevented me from doing such, but I admire the fearless nature of Michael. He does things without second thought or with trepidation. That is something that I can and will never be able to do.“No thanks.”He looks back at Callista. Her blond hair falls down to her shoulders with a soft look to it. He blue eyes lack the piercing quality that Michael’s possesses. She has the body of athletic as her muscles have a certain tone to them. You would never guess from outward appearances that she is a habitual drug user. Michael hands her a green pill off the table. She opens her mouth and places it on her tongue. She swallows and smiles. Michael partakes of the same pill. He looks back at me.“I guess it would be pointless to offer you some ecstasy as I am sure you wouldn’t like to try something that will change your life.”“I am already doing something that is changing my life.”He laughs. His pride shows in voice as it bellows throughout the room. It is something for me to notice about him.“How is that? By making this documentary?”“Yes. I have learned a great deal from you in the time we have spent together. I don’t think I would learn this much from someone else in the WFWF.”“What about Justin Tyme? Through all his riches and fame, you don’t think he would provide you with an interesting piece of film, one that will alter your life in the slightest?”My mouth goes dry as I begin talking about one of Michael’s supposed rivals in the WFWF.“Justin Tyme possesses what would be an interesting piece of film, but I don’t see following him around with a camera will make for a learning experience.”“Why is that?”“Justin Tyme lacks depth. What you see with him, is what you get with him. He has no mystery, he is no enigma. He is just the everyday smug, pretentious rich boy.”He laughs again.“I have never heard you talk down about someone before Gavin. It is quite amusing.”I have never done it. I have no quarrel with Justin and don’t dislike him. And yet, I find myself talking ill of him. I guess Michael’s dislike for him rubbed off on me and it showed through in my comment on him.“Justin is not a bad athlete or anything, I just take him as a shallow individual.”“From what I have seen, Justin is prissy. He has money and flaunts it. He does it to boost his ego and attract attention to himself. He thinks a high roller and likes to consider himself upper-class. When in truth, Justin Tyme is just a little boy with a distorted view of himself. He is like the fat kid who eats and eats, but when someone calls him fat, he says he is big boned.”Callista laughs as it distracts her from the blunt she is rolling. After it subsides, she finishes up and lights it. After a couple of puffs, she passes it to Kyzer. He inhales.“What are you thoughts on Geoff Creeden, my filmmaker friend?”He exhales.“I am not sure how it will look throwing my opinions into this documentary.”He inhales.“You already stated what you thought about Tyme, what is the worst that could happen?”He exhales. Seeing his point, I see no harm in continuing.“Geoff is a lunatic. More so than what people think of you as. He is someone that is a mindless zealot for whatever cause.”He inhales.“I meant for a documentary, what do you think of doing one on him?”He exhales.“It would be interesting, definitely more so that Justin. But like Justin, it wouldn’t be a learning experience. I would not be surprised that I wouldn’t get bashed in the head with a bible by him.”He laughs as he hands the blunt to Callista. His pupils have enlarged, so much so that almost no color comes from his eyes. I look at her and see the same thing. The two paw at each other more intently now. His grin looks like it will burst right off his face.“Creeden is a loopy one. He is high on life or some ****. But where Tyme has the depth of a kiddy pool, Creeden has the depth of a petri dish. Now if you will excuse me.”Kyzer lifts up Callista and with a smile on his face walks by me and up the steps.///Wednesday August 17, 2005\\\ ///Seattle, Washington\\\I sit in the nightclub Kyzer built. The techno music booms as I sit next to Kyzer in one of Seattle’s more prominent nightclubs. On the other side of him sits Callista. Both are still taking ecstasy as they were yesterday. Neither one has slept to my knowledge but how could they when they are always twitching or feeling up on each other. I guess ecstasy is a potent drug. They sip on drinks while they each drop two pills. Both already look blitzed out of their minds, but don’t seem bothered by it. Nobody in the club seems to care either. They acknowledge Michael as if he were a king or something. People who walk by either say something flattering or give a nod of courtesy towards him. It is actually quite strange to see him get some much respect here and not do anything to earn it. He doesn’t hand out his drugs to anyone or greet them with the same friendliness. I don’t understand any of it. Callista gets and leaves the two of us as she steps on the dance floor. Kyzer leans in, his legs are swaying back and forth and one of his hands is rubbing the table nonstop. He smacks on some gum as his jaw is in a constant twitch. I look at him with bewilderment as I wonder why he enjoys that drug.“This is a real club. This one is far more enjoyable than that crap back in Philadelphia or the ones that Justin Tyme takes his friends too. This is my place. This is my palace. Here I feel alive, I feel at peace.”I wonder what kind of peace one can have listening to music intended to make your eardrums bleed. I watch Michael as he speaks with obvious excitement in his voice. I don’t think I have seen him like this before this moment.“Justin Tyme can surround himself with money, women, cars, planes, expensive clubs and brown-nosing friends. But that is all a façade. That isn’t what he really is. He is a stupid little like that punk Arsenic he ran around with. He is the fat kid in the class, the last pick at dodge ball, the ugly kid who none of the girls like, the guy who gets stood up for prom. I can compare him to a dozen other people you have come into contact with in your life. He is nothing special, and not unique. He is of the same blend as Creeden, a man who can’t stand something different. The only real difference between the two is the latter is more passionate about this fight. I think I respect that more. Creeden despite his irrational ways and absurd tactics, like sending me to rehab, seems passionate about this. Tyme seems to be in it for the spotlight he may get from this.”Kyzer takes a sip from his drink and looks at me. His eyes are like two dark orbs with no light behind them. Because of the drugs, his pupils have engrossed all of the color in his eyes with blackness. Despite his grin and cheerful tone, his words come out with a subtle anger. He seems as if he is trying to make them seem full of rage and it is failing.“I brought you here so you see how a king enjoys partying. I am showing you palace I have. I want you to understand my lifestyle. And then it may be clearer as to why I am under constant attack.”Callista returns from the dance floor and takes a sip from her drink. She pulls herself closer to Kyzer and lets her hands roam his body. He looks at her and then at me. “Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll, without the rock ‘n roll. That is how I live, isn’t it marvelous. This is true living. None of that straight edge ****, that Tyme and Creeden preach. them and all that self righteous bull ****. They are part of the ignorant; they are part of the lost. They don’t know the marvels that I do. They lack the wisdom I have. How can they possibly overcome such a handicap?”I sit there and watch Michael kiss Callista. I just think to myself, is this man truly enlightened or truly crazy. I have no clue to which it is, I am sure in the oncoming days, I will find out.///Thursday August 18, 2005\\\ ///Seattle, Washington\\\I sit in the church Kyzer built. We sit in an old cathedral, dating back to the days of the first people to arrive in Seattle. Ornate glass panes allow colored and fractured light to enter the musty place. The church looks as if it is not frequented much anymore. Dust has settled on the pews and floors. In front of the pews and up some stairs sits a podium with a bible on it. Both are also covered in dust. Why we are here is beyond me, but it comes as a surprise for us to be here. I would not expect to see Michael Kyzer, the self-proclaimed “Stoned Messiah”, a man who has compared himself to Jesus, a man who finds salvation through excess, in a church. This place is contradictory to everything that Michael supposedly believes in. I glance over the place and get a feeling of serenity from its peaceful nature. Michael stands behind the podium, his features twitching and false from the ecstasy he continues to take. I am finding it hard to read him and see the emotions that he is portraying while he pops those rolls. Callista sits next to me in the front pew. She is also still under the influence of the aforementioned drug. Her hand rubs my leg around the knee making me feel awkward, despite that her attention is focused on Michael. He looks down at me, with those black stoned eyes, the ever-present grin on his face. He laughs at my obvious discomfort. I watch him as he seems much larger than life standing above like a priest would. He calms himself and continues to look at me.“In the four days, I face off against the WFWF’s straight-edge heroes. They attempt to physically stop me from spreading my beliefs. They attempt to physically change my outlook. They continue they persecution of me.”His voice comes out with a tinge of lunacy to it. I wonder if the three day ecstasy popping drug trip has made him lose his mind. Because he hasn’t slept in three days, it means I haven’t. It makes me wonder if this is all in a dream. Am I dreaming that he is too far gone from reality? Or is this the truth, is Michael Kyzer lost his last shred of sanity.“They attack me like rabid dogs, they bash me for one reason. Because they don’t like my lifestyle. Creeden, in all his zealousness, goes whining to ZMaster to get me fired for being a danger in the ring. Then he takes it farther, he drugs me and sends me to rehab. That went a little overboard. You don’t see me shooting him up with heroin and turning him into a junkie. He comes off as the good guy in this fight because he stands for sobriety, and I come off as the bastard in the fight because I stand for habitual drug use. Because being straight edge is socially acceptable and partaking in drug use isn’t, I am looked down upon. Is that fair?”“No.”“That is right. Why should it be taboo for me to do something such as shoot heroin or smoke weed? It shouldn’t. People like Geoff Creeden make it that way. He reminds me of a republican politician stuck in an age where what he deems acceptable is outdated. Geoff Creeden in all of fervor, made a mistake. That was trying to crucify me for the things I do.”He looks down at me, his smile is gone. His eyes are still two black orbs that appear empty. I know better than to assume they are, I have seen the anger that swells in them. I can only assume that it is happening now. “Creeden is a bible thumping ignorant prick. He fails to see beyond black and white. He sees no gray. He believes that his way is the right way, and everything else is wrong. Everything else must be squashed like a bug. But I will not let him squash me. I am no bug; I am no stupid little junkie. The whole social structure of the WFWF will be turned upside down by me. I will start with Creeden and Tyme.”With an onset of rage, he kicks the podium and it snaps in half and tumbles away. His words come out venomous and are drenched with hatred.“I have come to help those who need it, and I become the one under fire. I didn’t attack anyone for what they think is right and wrong. I am not the bad guy, but somehow, I am seen as such. If I am going to be portrayed as such, I will act as such. Tyme and Creeden, the WFWF’s straight edge heroes, the two little thorns in my side, will face a person full of wrath in four days. They will face what will be a challenge that sobriety can’t overcome. I will not remain the WFWF’s bastard son. After I rid myself of the annoyances that is Geoff Creeden and Justin Tyme, I will be embrace as the prodigal son. I will get the respect I deserve. The hatred towards me will stop and the love will begin.”A smile comes across his face, as he looks down at me and Callista. She jumps up and goes over to him as he walks towards us. Then for the first time, I smell gasoline over the dusty odor that exists here. I look around and see it all around my feet, and all over the floor. Michael walks down the center aisle as do I. As I leave I see it has been spread all over the old church. We exit the old building, and stand in front of it. Michael looks at me, and I don’t see emptiness in his eyes. I see anger, excitement, happiness, sadness, and hatred. I see all the emotions of Michael Kyzer.“Tonight the church that Kyzer built burns, soon I will burn down the house that the WFWF built. On its foundation will sit the palace that Kyzer built. It will be my sanctuary. Excess will no longer be taboo, and I will be revered. It will be marvelous.”I look at him, and realize that he has gone insane. We sit and watch the church burn to the ground.End Show
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Post by cureforthesickness on Feb 6, 2007 8:36:53 GMT -5
2 out of 3 featured matches involving yours truely. I think I'm gonna like this whole deal. Everyone should read the I Quit match between myself and Percy, because it was so important to the evolution of Obo. And the ladder match from the final Hybrid isn't too shabby either. Add in an old Kyzer roleplay (!!!!) and you've got a hell of a thing. Not sure if I'd call it a show, persay, but a concept.
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Post by Yukio Blaze on Feb 6, 2007 9:09:17 GMT -5
This is gonna be a great thing.
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Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Feb 6, 2007 9:23:03 GMT -5
This looks fun. Its a great way for rookie's to catch up on history... And please, if you can, thrown in EARLY rp's, as a way to show everyone how the best we've got actually sucked at one point!
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Post by cureforthesickness on Feb 6, 2007 10:02:20 GMT -5
This looks fun. Its a great way for rookie's to catch up on history... And please, if you can, thrown in EARLY rp's, as a way to show everyone how the best we've got actually sucked at one point! look to the very last page of the WFWF database. You'll see that a lot of guys earliest roleplays just can't be found. they've been deleted, thanks to either an admin or a mod going on a wrecking spree. I know a lot of my older stuff is gone, and while I am one of the "locker room generals" persay, I know there are others still around who were around before me, if even just slightly.
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 14:00:17 GMT -5
Glad you guys liked. I wanted this to be big, and with my current mood, success here made other things seem less stressed. As for Wayne's request.. tbh? I think if I can supply good rp's, people haven't read prior or just read once and enjoyed doing so, I'll do that. As that shows the great steps this fed has taken.. or my wording, "Tracing Innovations."
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Post by Calvin on Feb 6, 2007 15:31:29 GMT -5
Not bad.....but why aren't we going further back?? I mean......isn't the meaning of a show like this to find the BEST matches wfwf's ever had....or just in the past year?? I mean.....I'm sure if you look far enough back you'll find matches from like 2-3 years ago. Or atleast back to Super Brawl III. I know that because my rp from SB III is still in the history.
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 15:59:39 GMT -5
Not bad.....but why aren't we going further back?? I mean......isn't the meaning of a show like this to find the BEST matches wfwf's ever had....or just in the past year?? I mean.....I'm sure if you look far enough back you'll find matches from like 2-3 years ago. Or atleast back to Super Brawl III. I know that because my rp from SB III is still in the history. The archive goes as far back as Distance Results.. maybe 1 distance rp prior to them. but that's it. That was September 2005. As stated in various threads, in the last few days, archives have been cleared. Other-wise we might have **** going back to atleast spring of 2003. Because I remember some WFers who haven't rped in years, having rps that went back atleast a year before my 1st. Oh and who said this is about "the BEST matches wfwf's ever had"? Yes, I tried to supply 4 very well written matches. But that's not the premise behind this. The idea is WFWF does have a lengthy array of rps and matches, and I wanna supply some nostalgia to those that might remember these points in WFWF's history. Aswell as giving newer rpers inspiration, and a little history lesson.
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Post by sonstuds on Feb 6, 2007 16:00:53 GMT -5
Honestly, I think you should post the roleplays instead of the matches. Besides, posting people's first roleplays would be hilarious for all of us and humiliating for the roleplayer. I'm lucky my roleplays where I had Trish Stratus as a valet and lit a sledgehammer on fire (I called it the Firehammer ) are no longer here. Ah, the roleplays I posted before puberty.
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Post by CBT on Feb 6, 2007 16:06:46 GMT -5
Honestly, I think you should post the roleplays instead of the matches. Besides, posting people's first roleplays would be hilarious for all of us and humiliating for the roleplayer. I'm lucky my roleplays where I had Trish Stratus as a valet and lit a sledgehammer on fire (I called it the Firehammer ) are no longer here. Ah, the roleplays I posted before puberty. you posted during my edit. Oh, and that. lol. I'm ont stressing trying to find debut rps, that.
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Post by sonstuds on Feb 6, 2007 16:18:46 GMT -5
Honestly, I think you should post the roleplays instead of the matches. Besides, posting people's first roleplays would be hilarious for all of us and humiliating for the roleplayer. I'm lucky my roleplays where I had Trish Stratus as a valet and lit a sledgehammer on fire (I called it the Firehammer ) are no longer here. Ah, the roleplays I posted before puberty. you posted during my edit. Oh, and that. lol. I'm ont stressing trying to find debut rps, that. They don't have to be debut roleplays, just roleplays that suck and are hilarious to read. Kind of like Calvin's current roleplays. ;D
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Calvin
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Post by Calvin on Feb 7, 2007 1:06:10 GMT -5
ouch......that hurts my heart
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Post by cureforthesickness on Feb 13, 2007 8:47:01 GMT -5
ouch......that hurts my heart Calvin, please.. I try to resist making too many emo jokes, but you're making it hard..
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