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Post by Kyzer on Oct 4, 2018 23:14:30 GMT -5
Keep droppin' my name son and I'm liable to go Candy Man on ya. Obviously you haven't seen Fat EBR and Homeless Alex Sean yet.
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Coda
Oct 4, 2018 11:05:11 GMT -5
Post by Kyzer on Oct 4, 2018 11:05:11 GMT -5
I thought this was perfect with how our story has gone. I debated coming back to the WFWF for a long time before I did make this last return. And it has been the most fun and interest I have had in this place since The New Epoch year.
I understand you stepping down. I can't empathize with what you have dealt with because I was lucky not to have a name in red trying to be my puppeteer but I am glad to see you finally drop this weight off your shoulders. You never disappointed throughout this whole feud and it will definitely go down as my second favorite in my e-fedding history (no offense, but obviously there is one above this).
I hope to see you stick around out of character. I like hearing odd little facts about the handler because our lives outside of this place are almost polar opposite.
This was great, man. I can't wait to see the outcome and where everything goes from here.
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Oct 4, 2018 10:52:34 GMT -5
Post by Kyzer on Oct 4, 2018 10:52:34 GMT -5
First off, I have never lost and will never lose to any of Shawn's characters. So you have some wrong info there. Switch his name with Frank Lynn.
Second, I loved this. Lots of similarities with what I did in my rp. I really dug everything you put in here, tying it all into everything that has happened over the last couple of shows. I really don't know what else to say. You are the best writer I have come across in e-fedding and you proved it here with the time frame you had available to write. Of course I hope I win this match because it will make our match more epic than if I lost but if I lose to this or Brennan's I can't complain.
Good stuff my man.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 4, 2018 3:44:41 GMT -5
Yeah I am sorry I didn't get this up sooner. I could say I had a bunch of stuff going on but I didn't. I woke up late, didn't think about this until after 1 am when I checked the site instinctively then I spent the last 3 hours fighting with the formatting and watching poker. I have no good excuse. So if you don't want to count this, I get it. All said, I really do like this rp. I tried something different than usual. I guess I don't really have a usual style as I am always doing different things that no one ever seems to notice but it adds little challenges to my writing. I have thoroughly enjoyed working with Deep Figure Value and Drakz over the last few months to put all this together. This is why I returned and the reason I have had such a creative spark lately. Good luck to you both, brothers.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 4, 2018 3:36:32 GMT -5
The Road Less Traveled…
“Daddy, where are you going this weekend?”
She is full on pout. She always hates it when I have to go out of town.
“I am going to London.”
“Can I go with you?”
That would be a bad idea. I can’t put you in harm’s way with those two psychos out there.
“No. I need you here to look out after your mother and brother.”
That doesn’t help. It breaks my heart every time I set foot out that door. My family…her… my son…Ashley…
“They are everything…”
“Huh?”
“I am just thinking out loud. You hold down everything here and when I get back we will go an adventure. Maybe we will go to Woodland Park.”
That worked. Her expression does a 180. Animals are always the way bring a smile to her face. It is why she has two cats and three guinea pigs. I am such a sucker.
“Who are you fighting in London?”
I turn and see my beautiful wife walk into the room. She normally doesn’t take an interest in my profession. It isn’t that she doesn’t approve, it just pains her to see me get hurt. After Serenity was born, she swore she wouldn’t go to another show. She couldn’t stand to see the father of her child get hurt. I can’t blame her. I wouldn’t be doing this if I had another way to support my family. It is just what I know and I am damn good at it. This match is one I was hoping she was going to skip asking about.
“I don’t think you want the answer to that.”
“I know I don’t ask a lot about your job. I just can’t take watching in the ring but it doesn’t mean I am not curious.”
“Drakz and Brennan.”
She freezes.
“You decided to keep from me that you were facing off with your two psychopathic ex partners? After all the sh~t that Drakz alone has done. And Brennan with that giant freak in the mask that tortured you, you don’t tell me you are in a match with them?”
She is pissed. I can’t blame her. I just wanted to protect her from this. These two guys were brothers to me until they both betrayed me. The hell they have brought on me as of late, it has bled over into my personal life. I have always tried to shield them from everything that happens in the ring. Drakz and Brennan have both crossed that line for the last time. I have to do this. I have to put down those rabid dogs.
“I knew it was something that would upset you. I wanted to protect you.”
“This is something you tell me. Drakz put you out of action for over a year. They have both invaded our lives. I don’t need to know when you are facing some random opponent. But this, this is personal. This is something you tell your wife.”
She is surprising me with her attitude. I half expected her to talk me out of this.
“I am going to be honest. This is going to violent. It is personal with these guys. I can’t promise that I would come out of this without some scars.”
She wraps me up in a hug.
“As long as you end them…both…”
That is the goal.
Drakz…my best friend…my brother…when he stabbed in the back…when he threw me from that stage…it took something from me…but I came back…
“I am going to do just that. This is the swan song.”
She looks up at me. Tears slip down her cheeks.
“What do you mean?”
This is the end.
“I am done after this. This is the last thing I need to do before I can finally rest.”
Brennan used a monster named Zmey to nearly kill me. Bloodied, battered and half dead, it made me realize that I only have some many lives left. If I want see my kids get older, I needed to finish this epic.
“Are you saying this is your last match?”
Yes.
“Yes.”
She buries her face in my chest and begins to full on cry. I wrap her up in a tight hug. I can feel the relief in her body. This is the moment that she has wanted for years.
“I want to be able to hold my grandkids one day. So after London, I am retiring. I put down my two greatest foes at once, give everyone across the world the happy ending they want from this story. Then I come home to you guys and never leave again.”
Serenity barrels into me, hugging me as tight as she can. I almost forgot she was there.
“Do you mean it, daddy?”
“Yes.”
London will be the final fight for the ‘Straight Edge Messiah’.
Drakz…Brennan…this is the end of the road for the perennial hero of the WFWF.
They are the last two monsters I will slay. I will not fail, I will not fail. I will come home to family and tell them that finally I am home and everyone is safe. I won’t have my world invaded by scum and sociopaths anymore. I won’t have Drakz threatening my family; I won’t have Brennan throwing his communist rhetoric in my face anymore. I called both those men, family. I thought of them as brothers. I thought our bonds were unbreakable. They both proved me wrong.
Now I rectify the mistakes I made when I put my trust in demons. I am sorry to everyone that it took this long for this to finally happen.
‘The Straight Edge Messiah’ will purge the two greatest villains in WFWF history. Then he will go home to his family for good…
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
Do you dream in color?
I dream in blood.
I see the blood of my enemies.
Drakz…
David Brennan…
They will be left face down in London…
I am going to leave them bleeding out in a gutter.
I am heralded as the brains of The New Epoch.
Yet I am the least accomplished of the three of us.
They have both eclipsed me in title wins, big fight moments, and respect.
I realize I got left behind Drakz and Brennan. I lost to Brennan. I even lost to that f~ck boy, Frank.
Michael Kyzer is the bitch of The New Epoch.
Why do you think I want to kill it so badly?
I hate them both. I hate Drakz for succeeding after I broke him. I hate David for succeeding without me. I hate that I am the underdog going into this fight.
We have David Brennan, Triple Crown champion and the man who won our only contest against each other. Then we have Drakz who has done everything that is there is do in the WFWF and completely dominated it until I put him on the shelf at Super Brawl.
What has Kyzer done?
When the three of us got together, I was the top guy. I was the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. I beat EBR, the King of the WFWF at the time. Michael Kyzer was on a level all by himself. I looked down on both my ‘brothers’. It is interesting how things have changed over the last six years.
I don’t know if I have ever walked into a fight as the underdog.
I am relishing it.
I want this.
I need this.
Kyzer is God.
Kyzer can’t lose again.
Kyzer is melting the f~ck down.
Kyzer will destroy the world.
Kyzer is Satan.
Chaos, anarchy and tears. London will fall while Drakz and Brennan are crucified by my hand.
God is coming boys. Don’t count him out. I plan on f~cking you both one last time then I will discard you like spent condoms.
I can’t lose again.
Nothing makes sense anymore. The world, my head, existence…I am lost…broken…alone…
Drakz was once a brother of mine. David Brennan was once a brother of mine. I destroyed the brotherhood. It was all me. I did what I did. I don’t live in regrets. At least that is what I tell myself.
Maybe I do though…
I am not a flat-earther…I am not completely insane.
But how long can I hang on to the sanity I do have?
The pressure is real. If I don’t come through here, I will just be washed up Michael Kyzer who could never get over that hump. He was the guy who had the hype but couldn’t live up to it.
False hype, illusionary mystique, paper deity.
Am I a fake person? Am I a loser?
Reality is blurry these days. The drugs used to bring clarity, now only fog. The p~ssy used to be True North but now it just has me spinning in circles.
I need an anchor. I need to be weighed down by something real. I need to be taking Brennan’s title. I need to show…
I need to show…
I need to show the world…
Drakz…
David…
Obo…
EBR…
Alex…
Frank…
Everyone…
Michael Kyzer isn’t some illusion. He isn’t just some story that you told your kids about ten years ago. He is a real life nightmare. He is everything that is evil, everything that is vile, and everything that you hate in this world. He is the villain that this world needs.
And this time the villain must win…
I will not be known as the guy who flamed out ten years ago.
Drakz, your legacy is cemented.
David, you have done everything in the business except beat Drakz.
Michael, you have done nothing but f~cking lose.
London, I come dreaming in technicolor.
The God of F~ck will burn the world down in his insanity.
Death to Drakz. Death to Brennan. Death to The New Epoch.
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Dream Within A Dream
There is something in me that pushes me into these situations where I am staring across the ring from two of the most dangerous men that the WFWF has ever had employed. It causes me to stand up for those that can’t stand up for themselves.
I can’t help myself. I have to be the hero that the WFWF needs. I can’t stand still while vile people stand around and cause harm to others. It is that quirk of mine that got me involved with the predatory Shawn Malakai. It is what drove me to rid the WFWF of his existence so he couldn’t prey on the weak or the children of the weak.
It is what caused me to come back after Drakz put me out of action for over a year. It is also what drove me to return and stand in the face of David Brennan after he proclaimed my retirement.
And now I stand alone against both these men. Both these scumbags.
Evil triumphs when good men do nothing. I can’t stand by and do nothing. I have never been able to turn a blind eye to someone who needs help. I have lived my life in an effort to leave the world a better place than how I found it and I have done that the only way I know how to, by fighting.
One last time I stand up to evil.
One last time ‘The Straight Edge Messiah’ purges the filth from the WFWF.
I don’t know who will pick up the mantle when I am gone.
But at least they won’t have to contend with Drakz and David Brennan.
I will make sure that is a chapter that is closed in the WFWF.
The New Epoch dies in London for the final time. I won’t let David exploit something I created to fight people like him.
Drakz will pay in blood for the crimes against my family.
We will wrap everything up in one match, boys. I hope you are ready.
The Ace ends his run in London.
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Weak God
Her blond hair, her blue eyes, that smile…She is definitely my daughter. I just watch her for a moment. It has been a long time. Since Gavin…
I missed her…
Did I just admit that to myself?
I honestly don’t know why I am here. She probably hates me. I would hate me if I was her. I have been a terrible father. Who knows what Ashley has told her and what she hasn’t. I don’t know if I should be here. She hasn’t noticed me yet.
Will she recognize me? I am disheveled, I haven’t shaved in weeks, and I probably look like a homeless drug addict. I guess half of that is true.
She laughs at something one of her friends said. It brings a slight smile to my face to see her look happy.
I am melting down.
What am I doing here? Why am I wasting my time? I have more important things to do than to see my daughter. I have two old friends to see in London.
“Get it together.”
I say it out loud hoping it will help me straighten out my thoughts but it was an empty gesture. My focus needs to be on Drakz and Brennan. I need to be thinking about London and how my entire reputation rests on this match.
Then why I am staring at my daughter in a food court of a mall like a sexual predator. I am not Shawn Malakai. F~cking pedophile.
“Get out of here.”
Another empty gesture. But this one seems to have attracted some attention. She spots me. The smile instantly fades. I guess she recognizes me.
Do I go to her or wait for her to come to me?
She answers the question for me by getting up from her table and begins walking in my direction. My first instinct is to run away. What the f~ck has happened to Michael Kyzer?
My heart races. I didn’t do enough heroin.
“Dad?”
Her voice is angelic. How is she a product of me?
“Hey there…”
Seriously, what the f~ck…You are Michael Kyzer…You have giant balls…Why are you acting like a p~ssy?
“What are you doing here?”
I really don’t know how to answer that question.
“I have no idea…”
She doesn’t immediately respond. Those eyes just stare straight at my soul.
“I didn’t expect you to recognize me…”
It has been more than a few years since we have talked. She has to be around sixteen right? I can’t remember when she was born.
She just stares.
“It has been what four years…”
I am sh~tty at this small talk. It is easy when I am trying to get laid; I know what to say then.
“I watch you.”
Her words come out cold. I can’t blame her.
“I am surprised your mom lets you…”
“She doesn’t need to protect me from anything. I know what kind of person you are.”
It actually hurts to hear that.
“Why are you here? How often do you spy on me?”
This is the first time.
“I don’t know...”
“Bullsh~t. I don’t believe you. If there is one thing I learned from my father from watching him on television, it is that he doesn’t do anything without a reason.”
She is right.
“Except in this case…”
I can stand toe to toe with anyone in the ring; I can stand across from both of my opponents and not feel the slightest bit nervous. But this teenage girl has me unnerved. Or maybe it is just the situation I am in.
“So this is just a random coincidence?”
“No…”
“So why are you stalking the daughter you don’t love?”
There is venom in her words.
“I just wanted to see something beautiful and pure…”
She pulls the chair out across the table from me and sits down.
“I watched you since I was little. Mom never tried to hide who you are from me. I used to watch you and wonder why wrestling was keeping you from being a father to me. Eventually I smartened up.”
“So why do you watch now?”
“Because it is the only connection I have to my father.”
The truth hurts.
“Shouldn’t you be in London?”
London will be less brutal than this.
“I leave tomorrow.”
And facing those two assh~les has nothing on this moment right now. I don’t get it.
“Why is it when you are on television you have so much to say but whenever I see you, you say nothing?”
Why are you so perceptive? I get what she is saying. I have turned into a f~cking intellectually- disabled person.
“I don’t know why I am here. For some reason you have been on my mind and next thing I know I am sitting here staring at you across a mall food court. I am sure this won’t make sense to a sixteen year old but I have been living in between the blurs.”
She is definitely confused.
“You probably remember everything you did today, yesterday, maybe even a week ago. It isn’t like that for me. I am only making conscious decisions in between the blurs of everything else. My life is blurred moments with spots of conscious thought. It is like running on autopilot. I have no idea how I got here. I don’t remember what I did yesterday. I ‘woke up’ and here I am.”
She is looking at me like I am crazy.
“I am sure you don’t understand what I am talking about. I feel like I am dreaming all the time and I only periodically awaken to reality.”
“You are right, I don’t understand. It just sounds like you are making up an excuse for bad behavior.”
Maybe I am.
“I have watched you do some horrible things to people in front of the world on television. You have forgotten birthdays, you have made me cry, made my mom cry, you took away my baby brother. You want to say all of that is because of whatever you are talking about.”
“No. We both know I am not a good person.”
“Why? Why aren’t you a good person? Do you hate me and my mom so much that you actively try to hurt us?”
“It has nothing to do with you.”
“Then what does it have to do with? I don’t understand. You do these things that drive people away and make them hate you. Why? I don’t know why you would choose to live such a lonely existence. I mean you are about to go to London to fight two of your closest friends. I watched you throw away everything over the last few years. Your friends in wrestling hate you, your family hates you. Even my uncle who worshipped and adored you hates you now. Why? Why do you want everyone in the world to hate you?”
“It is what I deserve.”
I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
“No one deserves that.”
“I was born selfish.”
“So?”
“Your mother really loved me when we were together. She was willing to make any sacrifice to make me happy. My father liked her and her family. The marriage made sense. But when you are living a life that brings you no joy, you only have three decisions. You stick it out and die of a bleeding ulcer before you are forty, you blow your f~cking brains out or you do what I do and that is be a selfish prick. I lived a life for so long that was dedicated to one thing, indulgence. I never intentionally set out to hurt people. My selfish actions led to some hurts feelings, it led to some inadvertent pain. After a while, I reached the point of no return and I realized that no matter what I do, there is no redemption for Michael Kyzer.”
Her pain is showing through those eyes.
“I remember the first time I saw your face. You were a cute two year old kid. People say they didn’t understand love until they look into the eyes of their child. It didn’t work like that for me. I saw your face for the first time and I just saw a haunting reminder of the life I threw in the trash. I didn’t feel any connection when I stared into your blue eyes. It was at that point, I knew I was beyond redemption. I deserve to be hated. Who looks into the eyes of their daughter and wishes she never existed?”
She is fighting back the tears at this point but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
“I have used everyone without regard to the consequences. Eventually I realized that people want someone to hate. Whether it is a politician, a pro athlete, or their neighbor everyone wants someone in their life they can hate. Why not let that person be me? I have done things in life you can’t take back. I reached the point of no return so even if at this point in my life I don’t want to be the monster I am, I can’t change. I can’t change into someone who cares and loves people, even if I want to.”
“I don’t accept that. No one is beyond saving.”
You are sixteen, what the f~ck do you know? I am sure Drakz and David would disagree with you. I can’t be saved. There is not anything to save. I am nothing but an empty suit. At this point I am doing the things I am doing to feed the immortal ego of Michael Kyzer. I am fighting my two ‘closest friends’ and it is far more personal for both of them. For me it is more about survival.
“I can’t be saved.”
I am fighting against the undertow that is trying to drown me. I am on the verge of fading away from the WFWF. I am on the verge of becoming everything I railed against when I first entered the WFWF. My soul can’t be saved. My legacy, my reputation, my ego can all still be saved and cemented in history.
“What is the point of all this? What is the point of seeing me?”
Because something somewhere changed and I love my daughter.
“There is none.”
Back to the blur.
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The Trials of Jesus
I have literally been staring at this needle for the last two hours. Of course part of that is because of the drugs I have already consumed but still, it is not like me to leave a needle full of heroin unused. Especially lately. Ever since I lost to David, I have found it harder and harder to sober. A buzzing sound from my phone breaks my concentration. I grab it instead of the needle.
It is Alex. Again.
I didn’t realize when I dug EBR and Alex Sean out of the gutter they had been laying in since 2011 that they would be such a f~cking mess. Between Alex talking to me about his dream of opening up a jiu-jitsu school and EBR coming to terms with his latent homosexuality, I can’t get a break from their neediness.
They act like a couple of bitches in heat. I may have made a mistake there.
I let the phone ring.
They fail to understand the gravity of the situation I brought them into. Of course part of it was to poke fun at them, try to divert some of the attention off of my failing legacy but the rest was to add to my advantage walking into the lion’s den. I didn’t know that Brennan was ever going to return after Khagan thrashed him in Boston.
Now I face him and Drakz instead of just Drakz.
This wasn’t the plan.
I had Khagan beat him within an inch of his life so I could say to the world I drove David Brennan out of the WFWF and shy attention away from his victory over me.
The phone buzzes again. New voicemail. That is yet another message from Alex Sean I will not be listening to. Why can’t he take a page from Subutai and never call anyone.
And how much longer can I keep him on my leash? Everything comes to an end and my control over the Mongolian Death Worm is no exception. He has been aloof since beating Drakz…more aloof than usual.
I know he has gotten more attached than I expected to Delilah. I don’t know the extent of their relationship but I know he values her over everything in this world. If it comes down it, he will rip my head off to save that girl. Luckily she loves me.
My attention is on the needle. I don’t to need worry about my dragon yet. I just can’t be blind to reality.
I want to feel it pierce the flesh. I want to feel it enter my blood. I want to feel myself fall into Oblivion. An escape from this world. I need to enjoy it now because the world will look different after London.
Either I will spam with the WFWF World Heavyweight title and the recognition as the best of The New Epoch…or I don’t spam at all.
I am fighting with a bear trap on my ankle.
I am already at a disadvantage, might as well numb everything while I am at it.
The phone buzzes again. It is a text from DMK’s prosecutor. The trail is starting in next month and they want to prep my testimony. I am the most famous junkie in the world and I am the star witness in a giant drug trafficking case. I guess credibility means nothing these days.
I launch the phone. It shatters as it hits a wall somewhere.
Mexico was supposed to be the first step towards the end of this thing with Drakz but David f~cking Brennan had to return from the abyss. Shouldn’t he be going after Khagan since that was who ruined his homecoming? All I ever did was f~cking lose to him.
I seriously can’t let this go.
I lost to Frank Lynn and didn’t give it a second thought. I guess that is how it is with someone who doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.
This…this is different. That was something I was supposed to win. I had Khagan; I exploited every option I had. And still I lost.
Brennan can’t beat Drakz. So if I can’t beat Brennan, how the f~ck am I supposed to beat Drakz?
Jesus f~cking Christ.
I launch the needle. It shatters near the phone I assume.
I am a wreck. I can’t sleep, I can’t f~ck, and I can’t even enjoy drugs.
Something needs to change. I need to rectify this.
This is all one big test right? This is just the universe challenging me right?
“This is no way to live.”
I am being haunted.
My eyes quickly spot a treasure. Within a minute, I have a line of heroin on my table.
Days away from the biggest match of my career in London and I am in Seattle about to chase the dragon. This is the worst training regimen in existence.
I can’t help it. I feel like I am walking into an unwinnable situation. Both of these guys would rather have the other one’s hand raised in victory than mine. It is essentially two on one with the two being the two most dominate wrestlers in the WFWF in the last few years.
I can’t be redeemed. I can’t win.
The heroin finds a home up my nose.
Heroin lullabies…at least there I can be the hero…
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Do you ever think about the path you didn’t take?
I am talking about serious self-reflection. Do you ever go back over each life altering decision and try to piece together where your life would be if you made a different choice? That hindsight is twenty twenty bullsh~t.
For example, I have gone over in my head what if I never stabbed Drakz in the back that November day back in twenty twelve. Maybe he would have been the one to turn on me; maybe he would have been the one to break up The New Epoch. I mean he is the one who made David into a made man with their first match against each other. He was also the one who came up with the name.
Or perhaps David Brennan would have been the one to betray us. Drakz and I could still be besties in this alternate universe.
I think about how my life could have been different…how I could have been someone that people admire and respect…
People don’t respect me. Nor do they admire me. They despise me. They fear me.
It isn’t better to be feared than loved. I have spent nearly forty years learning this lesson.
Unfortunately it is a lesson I have learned too late.
There is no going back.
I am the villain of this triangle. I am the catalyst for everything that has gone down in the last six years. I am the odd man out.
Drakz and David don’t hate each other. They both hate me.
Drakz and David respect each other. Neither respects me.
Why should they do either of those things? I attacked, terrorized and maimed Drakz repeatedly without recourse for the last six years. I have done the same thing to David over the last six months. They have barely interacted with each other over the last two years.
So why are we in a triple threat match each other?
Me.
There is no reason for any of this other than I instigated it all.
But this is something I need.
I need to win. I have to win.
I can’t go down as a loser in this fight. I picked it and I have to win it.
London will be behind Drakz. The rest of the world will be behind David.
Michael Kyzer will be standing alone. No one will be in my corner. When was the last time that Michael Kyzer walked into an obvious disadvantage?
I honestly don’t know the answer to that question. I could bring my congregation with me but I won’t. This is something I am going to do alone.
No games. No gimmicks. No surprises.
Kyzer is going to play this one straight up, not because of any lingering respect or love for either of these two guys. It is because I have to show that I am still who I say I am.
Because I am losing my identity.
I don’t recognize who I am anymore. I sit on your television screen, showcasing my beautiful face. I am full of confidence, I know who I am. At least it looks that way to you.
I surround myself with clowns who are desperate to regain the spotlight they once possessed. I stand behind a monster I manipulate. I use smoke mirrors to make me out to be more dangerous. I use carnie tricks to throw off the truth.
Michael Kyzer is an old broken man.
You will never hear me say those words aloud to anyone. I won’t do it. It would be like admitting defeat.
But it is the truth.
Everything comes full circle. This isn’t that time but we are nearly there. This is the last stop before every train collides.
The God of F~ck is running on borrowed time. I freely admit this. But I am going to make the most of the time I have left. I can think of no better way to do that then finally put an end to failed experiment of The New Epoch.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 3, 2018 2:31:40 GMT -5
My rp is done. I just have to format it, but I need sleep first.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 2, 2018 18:19:35 GMT -5
I'm going to have to try pulling this card. Deep Figure Value, Kyzer and King Richius I need to request a further 24 hours. Even then I'm going to struggle to find time to write, but it's either give that a shot or no show, as the idea of handing in something unfinished turns my stomach. I've got 1 and a half scenes and a monologue to write. Take as much time as you need as far as I am concerned.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 2, 2018 15:30:05 GMT -5
Mine will be up in the wee hours. I have been scrambling for time the last few days and it looks like I won't get to finish it before midnight tonight. I am about half done though. Pretty happy with where I am taking things.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 1, 2018 8:54:22 GMT -5
Mine will be up sometime tomorrow night.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 21, 2018 3:05:16 GMT -5
You need to watch that movie before you die. Joe Pesci is in it. I can't stand him. Makes it hard for me to put Goodfellas on the must watch list. I don't understand your existence. Pesci is amazing. Four of my favorite movies star him. Casino, Goodfellas, My Cousin Vinny, and 8 Heads in a Dufflebag.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 20, 2018 22:07:41 GMT -5
Only on WF would a Goodfellas reference fly clear over the head of the intended target. Not just him. Sorry but Goodfellas never made my playlist. Now if it was a reference about cannoli or a horse's head I would have understood it. You need to watch that movie before you die.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 20, 2018 21:16:40 GMT -5
I resisted learning photoshop for 12+ years of efedding. Today I got my ACA Adobe certification. ya boi movin up in the world. I'm more valuable elsewhere than I am here, ya herd. Random and pointless. I like it.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 17, 2018 18:31:15 GMT -5
Yeah never liked punk music, don't know anything about punk music. I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference between any of the bands. I would never play it when I had my record shop. Good job on the poster. Is that Rob Terry swinging the chair? I honestly don't know. I just searched google for "wrestler chair shot" and chose that one because the face was partially hidden so technically it could be one of the WFWF wrestlers. My job would be a lot easier if you guys picked wrestlers for a pic base instead of actors, singers, and so on. I have only ever used one wrestler as a picbase and that was Sean O'Haire when I first came up with the Kyzer character in another fed back in 2002-2003. I first used Dorff when I came here. I love some Deep Purple. If I listen to anything from the 60's and 70's it is either classic rock or early heavy metal.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 17, 2018 18:14:27 GMT -5
Yeah never liked punk music, don't know anything about punk music. I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference between any of the bands. I would never play it when I had my record shop. Good job on the poster. Is that Rob Terry swinging the chair?
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 15, 2018 0:31:12 GMT -5
I am in.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 13, 2018 21:38:54 GMT -5
Great show by the way. I don't understand half of what Shuggy says but I love the character so far. Totally popped when I read the part about the Intergalactic Spaceman Title.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 13, 2018 21:36:41 GMT -5
Also, we're two shows deep, and Kyzer isn't getting nearly the degree of appreciation he deserves for Homeless Alex Sean and Fat EBR, especially with that "Anointed Epoch" crack this time around. I guess in all fairness the only ones around for The Anointed were me, you and Drakz. But everyone should have popped for EBR since bad guy™ is all over his balls all the time. I understand not caring about Alex Sean.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 13, 2018 15:03:27 GMT -5
You make me glad I don't feel the need to have civic responsibility. I likes it just fine. It's a break in the monotony of my otherwise uninteresting employment life. It's even kind of interesting when the election isn't to fill a single seat on a municipal board for a partial term. Yeah I just stick to the normal stuff drinking, gambling, pot and sports.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 13, 2018 13:51:24 GMT -5
Half the show is constructed, stitched, coded, and ready to go. I can't code-correct anymore today. I'm still a bit cross-eyed from the 20 straight hour day I pulled on Tuesday (polls are only open for 14 hours, in case you were wondering what sort of time commitment goes on behind the scenes), but I ain't forgot about you guys just yet. Tomorrow will almost certainly see the results go live. You make me glad I don't feel the need to have civic responsibility.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 2, 2018 20:12:42 GMT -5
I'd apologize, but I've spent the entire writing period working over the show itself, and started spitballing my RP on Friday, so f*ckyas. I still have gushing wells behind both of my eyes after that NWA World's Title match last night, so it's not like I can write anyway. Me too. There wasn't a bad match on that show last night.
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