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Post by Kyzer on Feb 10, 2018 12:25:51 GMT -5
My favorite part of organizing the title history has been refamiliarizing myself with names long past, as well as the opportunity to write a summary history of the title along the way. I still wonder what Frost the guy is up to these days. Show of hands - who'd welcome the return of the Intergalactic Spaceman Championship? ME! That was my legacy! I still remember how mad some people got when Drakz and I just said you to all the old titles and did our own twisted version of every title. You should bring back the Hamshank title also.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 29, 2018 18:10:34 GMT -5
Chuck Liddell is going to be on Celebrity Big Brother. I'm torn. I may have to change my pic base. Jeff Monson is a commie-rat anarchist. Skinhead Rob is a reputed douchebag. Russell Crowe is a hack, and Romper Stomper was about the lowest of the low. IDGAF. Look fits. I say keep it. I liked Romper Stomper.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 25, 2018 21:26:34 GMT -5
Reading this RP was like reading poetry... if it was written by a twisted f*ck like the Marquis de Sade. I could actually hear the beats in my head when I read the monologues. That's a compliment BTW. I hate poetry. If its longer than a haiku I usually stop reading. As far as Kyzer goes, he is a totally new character to me as I've only been here for two years, most of which you have been absent except for a few posts in the general discussion thread. That's a disadvantage because for others Kyzer may be one of the old school WFWF figures that they are quite familiar with but for me Kyzer is totally new and comes off as a bit of a David Brennan or Trace Demon clone. The same superior, self-centered, I don't need friends attitude. A past littered with partying and addiction. Troubled family relations. As time goes by I'm sure I'll pick up on the nuances that make Kyzer different but for now it has a been there done that feel. *shrug* More points for style than substance from me for now. General observation: I wish you hadn't so blatantly pointed out that there are so few good guys in the WFWF. Josh Dean on the bench, Joe Bishop just now returning, and of course naive newcomer Frank Lynn. Would it kill some of you to write a good guy? Two points: First, I can't speak to Trace, but since my name got dropped, I feel obligated to point out that it's totally the other way around. When Kyzer came on the scene here, I was still writing Vieira in his original run, coming off as little more than a wannabe hardass, really little more than a rough draft, sketch of what would become DB. Everything I've done as DB has been a come up short attempt at emulating what Drakz and Kyzer have been doing for over ten years counting. Second, yes. It would kill to write a good guy. It's boring as sh*t, and if you're able to get something of substance going, there's a statistical likelihood that you'll ultimately wind up falling, at the very least, into writing a morally ambiguous face, which is just a few short steps from being a heel anyway. Daniel Kirkbride was my white meat babyface attemt, and I can promise you that you've all seen the last of him, at least in any iteration of his original draft. In all fairness, Drakz has been emulating me too since the day I joined this place.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 21, 2018 4:09:47 GMT -5
I just got home from work. Sorry this is like 4 hours late. I will format it after I sleep some.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 21, 2018 4:09:13 GMT -5
I f~cking loved you.
I gave everything to you.
You were the light of my life from the moment I met you. It wasn’t just the fact our families both wanted the marriage to happen. From the moment I stared into those eyes, you had me captivated.
You owned my soul from that moment.
Then as we grew up, our destiny together became more evident. I couldn’t be happier. It was everything I had wanted since I was twelve.
You are the love of my life. You were the love of my life.
I never believed anything they told me. They said you were a cooze hound. They said you cheated on me. I didn’t believe it. I never wanted to think such a thing about you. You were pure like me on our wedding night.
I had the perfect life. You gave me the perfect life.
You looked at me like I was the only one who mattered. You gave me a reason to live beyond you.
Our daughter was the apex our perfect life. You gave me her. She became everything.
She has your eyes.
She has your smirk.
She is her father’s daughter.
I am not sure that is such a good thing.
You left us alone.
Out of the blue, you walked out and never came home.
Three years I wondered where you were. Three years I didn’t know if you lived or died. If you hadn’t given me such an angel to look after, I don’t know if I would have lived or died.
Serenity gave me reason to go on after you attempted to steal it.
Then I saw you.
It was by chance. I was flipping through the channels on television and there you were.
Your Stoned Messiah…
That is what you called yourself.
I cried.
I cried for days.
It was as if the glass had shattered and reality had hit finally me.
You f~cking left me. You f~cking left your daughter.
No word. No explanation.
You simply walked out in mid conversation.
I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know what to think.
Then you didn’t return.
I called.
You didn’t answer.
You left me on my own. You left me all alone.
Then I see you.
I see your eyes. I see your smirk. I see what life we could have had. I see red.
I want to f~cking murder you.
I gave you everything. I gave you my life. I was dedicated to you. I gave you the perfect daughter. I gave you everything you could have wanted in a wife.
You left me. You left her. You shattered our existence.
How does someone do that? How does someone leave behind a perfect angel? How does someone break someone’s heart in such a way?
These are questions you still haven’t answered.
Will you ever give me a reason? Will you ever explain yourself?
I beg you to please give me a reason. I need peace of mind. I need the nightmares to end.
I thought for years that maybe you would change.
I was fooled more than once.
Maybe I just never saw how drunk on your own ego you were.
You knew how I felt about you and you used it against me. You knew you would always get your way with me. You exploited me.
I wasn’t the only one. She f~cking died because of it. I guess I should be more specific as to who since there has been so many.
Callista is the one I refer to, the mother of his second child.
He wrecked her life and she died because of it. He took her life without ever lifting a finger. She didn’t look at her son like a rock as I did. She was broken by him. Her soul was eaten and spit back out. She was never the same.
Her son never had a chance. She died. He went into foster care until I could get my hands on him.
You were in and out of Gavin’s life just like Serenity’s. You spit in both their faces by not giving them the time they deserved. But I didn’t see it that way at the time.
I was still blind.
Maybe I still am.
I have never given up on the idea of a perfect life with you despite all the sh~t you have thrown my way.
I always had the candle burning in the darkness.
It was his death that finally extinguished it.
You gave up on his life.
There was nothing I could do.
My heart was broken for the second time in my life. I should say it was shattered.
Nothing is ever going to repair this.
You killed your own son. You gave up on him. You snatched his life from this world. You are a murderer. You are the f~cking devil.
There is no one worse than you in this world.
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Present
She looks at me with contempt. It is the same look I have gotten from her for the past two years or so. I don’t really know actually. I can’t remember when my son died. Whoops, I guess. She hates me. She should hate me with all the sh~t I have put her through. That is just the way of the world. The doormats get treated like doormats.
Ashley: Can you at least pretend like you are paying attention to what I am saying here?
Michael: I am paying attention. You are blaming me for the sh~t that happened with your brother.
DMK, that stupid f~ck.
Ashley: It is your fault! He wouldn’t be awaiting trial if it wasn’t for you!
She is right and she is wrong.
Ashley: He wouldn’t have been in that lifestyle if it wasn’t for you.
Oh, she is blaming me for that. She doesn’t know sh~t then.
Ashley: You don’t have anything to say to this? You can’t even take responsibility about this?
I can.
Michael: I don’t. I won’t.
Ashley: I don’t understand why you are always such a f~cking prick all the time.
This makes me laugh, on the inside of course. She is already set off enough right now; I don’t need to push any buttons here.
Michael: It is just easier than not being a prick.
Lazy man’s answer.
Michael: I didn’t tell your brother to be a drug dealer. I only introduced him to them. He was always on the spectrum. I mean look to what he changed his name to. He was obsessed with television shows and movies. Your brother was doomed from the moment he was born. Don’t blame me for his shortcomings.
Prick answer.
Ashley: Don’t try to pretend like you didn’t influence him. He looked up to you far more than he did Seth.
Michael: I guess intellectually- disabled midgets love me.
Real f~cking bunghole answer.
Ashley: You are such a piece of sh~t.
Truth.
Michael: Look, I am happy, I like who I am. Can you say that? Your brother obviously can’t.
She slaps me expectedly.
Ashley: The only thing I don’t like about my life is the fact that you won’t leave it.
Nope, never.
Ashley: I am done with this conversation. Seth says they will be calling you as a witness in his trial.
I can’t wait for that grand spectacle. I only grin. I will save my words for the witness stand. She turns and walks back to her car. Serenity stares at me from the front seat. No smile, no frown. Cold, and emotionless. She is daddy’s little girl.
Michael: Well that was a fun way to wake up.
As I walk back into my house, I imagine that Ashley is crying in her car right about now. She is so predictable. I really don’t know why I just don’t let her go. It used to provide me some entertainment but now it just seems like it is mean and cruel. Maybe I just want to punish her. She is everything that was shoved down my throat from the time I was five until the day Papa Kyzer passed from this world. I resent it, I resent her. F~ck her. I don’t care if I am hurting her.
Michael: I don’t give a f~ck who I hurt anymore…
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Past
DMK: What the f~ck do you mean you are walking away?
He is pissed.
DMK: You were going to bring me in! You and Drakz are running the company, why would you walk away from that?
Kyzer: He is leaving too.
His little bald head is turning red with anger. I made promises to him I am now breaking. He is taking this way more harshly than I thought he would have. F~cking immaturity of this guy sometimes.
Kyzer: Calm down, little man.
He just fumes.
Kyzer: I have always taken care of you.
DMK: But I was really looking forward to this. I have never met Drakz.
Kyzer: You will someday I am sure. But for now, I am going to find you something else to do.
DMK: This wasn’t the plan though.
Jesus, he is annoying me already. Ashley’s brother has idolized me since the day we met. He was estranged from society being a midget, slightly on the spectrum, and any number of annoying things he does. But since the Days of Hedonism, he has been useful as a sidekick. For so long he wanted me to bring him into the WFWF but I have always resisted. His tie to the more illegal side of my life wasn’t something I wanted exposed on national television. I don’t care if the world knows I am a junkie. I don’t need them to have a reason to lock me up though. DMK doesn’t possess tact in such situations. He is a bull in a china shop…a midget bull.
Kyzer: Look, this is how it is. You can adapt with me, and know that I will always take care of you or you can go off on your own.
I have always had a soft spot for this kid. He isn’t intelligent but he has developed some street sense. He is loyal and dedicated. There is potential for him to be a useful tool in the future, no matter where that is. His disappointment is evident. I don’t have time for this PMS sh~t.
Kyzer: You have to decide this very moment, are you with me? Just know that if you are, you are forever. There is no breaking this bond, you are an investment for my future and I will always take care of you. And we will never cease to be bored or without the **** that we both deserve. I am Your Stoned Messiah and when you ride with me, you ride high forever.
His disappointment disappears. He stands and nods acceptance. He buys into all the sh~t like the rest of the lemmings.
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I am going to f~cking smash you…
Who do you think you are?
How dare you step to God like you have a sack?
Ante was the beginning. You are merely the next. It is time for the fun to begin again. It is about to be the Showcase of Kyzer.
Showcase of Kyzer…
That is a show I want to watch.
The anxiety you feel is normal. It is also normal to be afraid. You are going to bleed. You are going to feel pain. It is only normal to fear those things. You are simply normal. There is nothing distinguishing you from the rest of the pack. You are one of the masses. Stupid f~cking lemmings.
I am far from normal. I am above all that sh~t. I am the God of F~ck. I stand above everyone. I AM THE GOD OF F~CK!
Who do you think you are to enter to the ring with me? Are you worthy? Will you ever be worthy?
I doubt it. You have no potential. You are a f~cking loser. You are a f~cking disgrace.
Eat a f~cking dick…
It is time to break the illusion that you are anything more than a grundel… Everything is going to crash down around you… Blink, it’s over… I won… Give it up now… Run away… Don’t show up… Be smart… Get as far away from me as you can… God will forgive you… If you run… Run little rabbit… Get away while you can… I am going to torture you… Before I put you in the ground for good…
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Present
The weather in Seattle sucks as usual. The gray skies have the beach overlooking Elliot Bay empty. This is the way I like it. It is an accurate representation of the truth of reality. It isn’t sunny, it isn’t happy. It is bleak and empty. That is the message I first preached when I came to the WFWF. I taught redemption through sin. I brought the masses a message of negativity, self-indulgence and cruelty. Lame I know. It was the rantings of a heroin addict with a God complex.
Michael: How far off is that from reality now?
I look around for answers but the old man doesn’t offer any. We are the only ones on the beach, the wind starts to pick up only adding to the sh~t show that is Seattle weather.
Michael: I like to think I have changed. My heroin usage is lower than it was in those days. Small miracles right?
He doesn’t see the humor. He never did. Always the serious the one.
Old man: What do you want from me?
To the point as always.
Michael: Can’t I just want to talk to my father?
Papa Kyzer looks at me stone faced. There is no love left in those eyes for me, only disappointment. I am a failure in his eyes. His failure. His greatest failure.
Michael: My life has become interesting lately; I thought my father might be curious.
PK: You know that isn’t the case.
He doesn’t lie. He doesn’t care. But there isn’t anything he can do about it. He has to listen to me. My will is iron and he can’t break the shackles I have crafted for him.
Michael: Ashley wants me to help out her brother. He seemed to find himself in some serious legal trouble. She seems to blame me for what happened.
PK: You are to blame.
Michael: F~ck that, he got himself in that position.
PK: You put him in that position. We both know he was nothing but a pawn. You sacrificed him when his use was up. That is what you do with everyone.
Laughter ignites from me. He pays more attention than he lets on.
Michael: Maybe so. I could help him out if I wanted. I could make his whole problem go away.
PK: What positive is there to that? He was an idiot anyways. Liability.
He is just as heartless as I am. It isn’t my cruelty that disappoints him. He sees that as strength. He actually admires many qualities I have. His disappointment is rooted in my uncontrollability. He couldn’t manipulate me on the chess board like I manipulate him and everyone else. He always envied that of me. I am stronger than he ever was.
Michael: I don’t see any advantage either. He served his purpose. Every investment reaches a value where you need to part with it.
PK: I taught you something at least.
You taught me a lot more than I will ever admit to.
Michael: I am back in the wrestling game.
PK: I know.
He stares out over the horizon. He has never seen me wrestle before, this is the first time we have ever discussed that part of my life. I can tell by his grimace he doesn’t think highly of it. F~ck his approval.
Michael: I found something of interest there. It is merely a way to pass time.
That isn’t true at all. I was called back. The moment David ascended The Mountain; I knew I needed to return. The universe willed it and I obeyed. I saw him standing there, the man I once thought of as a brother and I knew I needed to stand before him see the man he had become. No longer the poor lost soul that Drakz and I snatched up. The piece of coal had been turned in a diamond.
PK: A fake diamond.
My thoughts spit out his mouth.
Michael: He is still something special. He was part of The New Epoch after all.
The New Epoch was Drakz, David Brennan and myself. The roots of it can be traced back to when Drakz and I ran the WFWF. That was when The Brotherhood was truly formed. David immediately stuck out to me. He had a rough way about himself with all his demons and issues that I saw potential. An investment. Now all I can think about is seeing what my investment is worth.
PK: You are going to be disappointed.
Michael: Whether I win or lose…
PK: So it is a pointless endeavor.
Michael: I am sure you see it that way. It isn’t pointless. I never do anything without a reason. The reasons may not always make sense to others though.
PK: And your reason for this?
He makes me think hard about my answer. What is my reason? Do I really care about the man that David Brennan has evolved into? Do I really give a sh~t about testing myself against him and whoever else? My default answer is to say I am bored and need some entertainment. While that might have been true in the past, that isn’t the case here. It isn’t about boredom. It is about much more than that.
Michael: I have this vision in my head. It has always been there. It is what drags me back to that world over and over again. This vision drives me. It is a goal I want to achieve. You know how many of those I have had in my life beyond trying to f~ck some random slut? I can count them on one hand. This vision includes standing over the bodies of my former friends, former brothers and every enemy I have ever made in this world. This idea in my head is full of blood and sorrow. Twelve long years I have had this dream. It started the day I set foot in a WFWF ring; I knew that I truly wanted something. I wanted something beyond my hedonistic tendencies; I wanted something beyond shallow indulgences.
PK: This dream is wrestling with grown men?
I can only laugh. His face tells me that he doesn’t understand despite the fact he knows everything I know.
Michael: It is the means to accomplish what I want.
PK: Which is?
He know what it is, he just wants me to say it out loud.
Michael: Immortality of course.
Of course, I am saying this to a ghost, a ghost that has vanished. But it doesn’t matter, he can’t comprehend it anyways. His goal of immortality was to build the lives of his children. He doesn’t understand anything beyond that and how to f~ck poor people out of their money. I want immortality through infamy. Wrestling has always been my means to that. I don’t remember when I became a wrestler or even my training to become one, but I knew it was something that I could to fuel my lifestyle. And it did that…
Michael: Then when I got here everything changed…
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Joe beats David… David beats Joe… Michael beats Joe… Michael beats David… Michael beats everyone….
I am willing to go distance…
Are you, Joe?
How’s the leg?
How’s the confidence after Trace shattered it with his bat?
How’s it going to feel when I finish what Trace started?
You and I have never crossed paths. We come from different generations. But now the timelines collide and you stand across from The God of F~ck.
I don’t expect you to shrivel away like some c~cksucker from Leeds. I expect you to come at me with whatever sh~t won you the World Heavyweight Title. Don’t let Trace distract you. Don’t let David distract you. Don’t let your poor little knee distract you.
When we stand across from each other, I will be focused. My reputation as a purveyor of drugs is misleading. I can handle my sh~t. I can party like a f~cking rock star all night, still come to wherever the f~ck and break your other knee.
That is exactly what I am going to do.
And it will all be for David. It will be my present for him. He will never have to worry about you challenging him for that title he carries around, the title that matters anyways.
After we face off, you will not be going anywhere. Physical therapy will be calling your name again. You can go back to planning your silly little Revolution with Frank after Trace breaks his knee.
Then nothing will be standing in the way.
It will only be me and David.
The time is coming…
Bishop vs Kyzer will be amusing.
Brennan vs Kyzer will be f~cking epic.
Sorry Joe, you just don’t carry the weight that David does. His star power is superior to yours.
So our little fight can’t be more legendary. You were just another vanilla champ along the lines of Shawn Malakai or Thunder. You were never meant to be anything special, it just wasn’t in the cards.
I am special. David is special. Even Trace is special.
Joe Bishop is not.
I never did get your appeal or why people would heap praise upon you. I will be honest; I never paid much attention to you.
I guess that is just your lack of star power there.
What is there to say Joe?
We both know that this match is nothing more than a stepping stone for me. We both know that you don’t have any hope of coming out of this victorious.
I have the momentum, I have the health, I have the experience, I have the charisma, I have the talent, and I have the ten inch c~ck.
I am going to f~ck you up like I did Ante.
I am going to f~ck you up to show David that I am ready for him.
I am going to f~ck you up to show David that anything he can do I can do better.
I am going to f~ck you up because I can.
Do I need to keep giving you reasons why you are going to lose?
Maybe you will learn after this to just retire live out life as a corpse like some of those vanilla beans I name dropped.
Joe, there isn’t a reason for you to come back to the WFWF after I kill you. Frank will be dead. Josh is already dead. There are no good guys left to rally with you.
Only the villains reign supreme in the WFWF.
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Past
Kyzer: What do you think about walking away?
He looks at me with glazed over eyes and starts laughing. Standing on the roof of some random building in some random city, I watch my best friend laugh at my serious question. He might not know I was being serious; we are pretty stoned off some premium cannabis cup worthy bud. I am being serious. I should probably say that out loud so he knows.
Kyzer: I am being serious.
He stops laughing, I think he is trying to figure out if I am f~cking with him or not.
Kyzer: I am not f~cking with you. I am seriously thinking about walking away.
Now he looks unhappy.
Drakz: Why in the world would you want to walk away from this? We have turned the WFWF into our playground. It is amazing.
He is right. We stole the company and then burned it to the ground only to rebuild it in our image. It is pretty glorious. Power leads to corruption. I say embrace corruption.
Drakz: Dude, you are on a run after what you did to Reverend Shadow and then to Meg and her fruity brother why would you want to walk away? You are the only champion that matters, we run the company, we don’t even have to issue our own beatings but you hired a death squad of roid heads armed baseball bats.
I don’t even know why I want to walk away. I just know I don’t want this anymore. Maybe I am burnt out, maybe I am bored.
Kyzer: I don’t know but I have been thinking about it a lot lately. It just doesn’t feel the same.
Drakz: We just disappear in the night and leave the company in chaos? I love it!
Kyzer: You don’t have to leave just because I am.
Drakz: This wouldn’t be fun without my best mate.
Brotherhood.
Drakz: Besides, who would I replace you with? CBT?
We both laugh at that notion.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 20, 2018 11:48:07 GMT -5
My rp will be in but it will be in after midnight.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 12, 2018 14:45:34 GMT -5
I am excited. I have never faced off with Bishop. I don't think we were ever active at the same time except my last run. We did have a Tugarin Zmey/Bishop/Daniel Kirkbride triple threat. But yeah, I'm looking forward to it. I forgot all about that.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 12, 2018 10:03:34 GMT -5
I am excited. I have never faced off with Bishop. I don't think we were ever active at the same time except my last run.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 7, 2018 20:30:30 GMT -5
Pussies.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 3, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -5
I am in.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 20, 2017 22:12:45 GMT -5
Since nobody wants to take it on and the holidays are busy times for all would anyone object to us summarising the main event this time round and starting out fresh in the new year with the next show? Speaking as one of the people in the match, I am perfectly fine with that. I did send Drakz a segment for after the show. I don't know if that made its way to you.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 7, 2017 13:07:48 GMT -5
I will have something in before morning time.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 30, 2017 17:27:00 GMT -5
If it helps I was supposed to RP as Broom and f*cked it. By the looks of things King Richius has got something up in my absence though. Indeed. I hastily threw together something based around the one idea swimming around my otherwise empty head for Billy: a vision of a bunch of teenagers moshing around while chanting "Janitor!" I didn't get the memo that for this show all RPs should have a soft-core porn scene. Thank God Brennan didn't get the memo either. I do not want to read about Brennan and Nat's sex life. Nope. Definitely not on my bucket list. Mine was tamer than something I typically write. I don't usually get graphic beyond being just plain crude.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 29, 2017 13:40:01 GMT -5
I really intended this to be longer but I have to suddenly fly to Atlanta for a sick uncle. Ante, I hope this entertains you. I really looked forward to facing you again and actually giving you a showing. Good luck bro. I am by no means leaving or anything. I will be back home before the next card is up probably.
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RIP
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 29, 2017 13:37:28 GMT -5
I ask myself if I can still do this.
I wonder if I still got it.
Can I still go? Am I still creative? Can I still be relevant? Does anyone even care anymore?
I changed everything.
The world was dull and plain before I emerged. I brought color, I brought passion. The sun didn’t shine on this corner of the universe before Kyzer.
I brought the Light.
The world evolved into 3-D.
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The smoke fills my lungs, relaxation consumes me. I forget about my worries for a few minutes. Breathe out. I cough, good sh~t. The haze of smoke brings a smile to my face. It has been far too long, but that is relative I guess. My current gash is sprawled out on my couch next me. She is probably an 8, but she lets me f~ck her in the ass so she gets a pass. 9’s and 10’s always seem to hate it when I want to punish them. F~cking uptight ****s.
Kyzer: Hit this.
She grabs the blunt and takes a big hit. Almost immediately she coughs up a lung. F~cking amateurs. I waste my time with pathetic whores. What a life. Who wants the typical American life? White picket fence, three kids, happy wife, happy life. What a bunch of bullsh~t. I already have four kids…well three these days. RIP Little Sh~t Number 2. That life was never one that interested me. I could have had it.
8: I am done with this, it is too strong.
How can weed be too strong? I hate her generation. I hated my generation. Go to college, find that wife, graduate, work in the white collar world, make the fortune, spend it on the family, and leave a legacy. This was the religion that was preached to me as I grew up. Old money, old problems. My father was an elitist. His grandfather made a fortune on the blood of the less fortune, his father did the same so my father followed suit. As his oldest and heir apparent, I was doomed to do the same. Crush the middle class and make millions upon millions. It doesn’t sound too bad except I would have to wear a tie, answer to a suit and work regular hours.
Kyzer: What do your parents do?
She looks at me strangely. She should, I am suddenly taking an interest in her without my dick in her.
8: My dad drives a truck and my mom is a teacher.
Typical blue collar trash.
8: Why?
Who wants that life? It is nothing but routine. Blue collar, white collar, it is all the same. Either way you are nothing but a lemming. My father was a shepherd of these lost souls; he wanted nothing more than for me to follow his exact plans for me. And for the most part I did, until I didn’t. He wanted me to marry Ashley so I did. I don’t know if I ever loved her. I don’t know if I ever truly loved anyone other than myself. I settled into that lemming routine.
8: You going to answer me?
Kyzer: I am just pondering the mysteries of the universe.
He told me I was doing my part on my wedding day. Do you think that his lack of love is why I am the way I am? It’s not. I was a piece of sh~t long before I lost my father’s love.
8: What are you talking about?
Kyzer: Concepts you can’t begin to comprehend.
8: That’s harsh.
Kyzer: Midwest trash never understands.
She leaps up from the couch in anger. Whore death stare. I don’t acknowledge her outburst as I watch the smoke dance in the sunlight coming into my house. She marches off to the Island of Castoff Gashes. RIP 8.
Kyzer: I wonder…
…that maybe I am just the reincarnation of Grigori Rasputin. Personal Hero. I remember the day I lost his love. I was sixteen and he walked in on me f~cking his secretary. Word got round at work of his uncontrollable, disrespectful son. Humiliated for the first time in his life, he stripped his eldest of any love. He couldn’t disinherit. He knew that my brothers were weak and unable to survive the world he lived in. My sister was to a housewife to someone from a good family. He couldn’t cast me aside. He knew I was manipulative, I was intelligent and charismatic. Despite my insubordination, he knew if he could craft me into his clone, the family would be alright when he died.
Kyzer: F~ck that life.
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The last time I wrestled in an actual match I lost to Ante Whitner and got attacked by Samael Ahriman. It was disappointing to say the least. But in truth I haven’t thought about that day until I returned at Superbrawl. I knew I was coming back for Drakz.
But then I saw good old Sam there. I saw the opportunity to rob that **** of his last dream. I send him off with flare if I do say so myself. RIP Sam The Satanist.
Then I wrecked Drakz for the third time.
Why? Why do I keep attacking my former best friend? What caused this rift? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Because I f~cking can. He knows the reasons, ask that twat. One day soon the veil will be lifted and I will no longer be the villain of this epic.
But now I stand in front of Ante Whitner again. The man who most recently beaten Schneider. Good for you. It is an accomplishment that means nothing to me.
You mean nothing.
At one point I saw potential in you. That potential is still there I am sure. I honestly haven’t taken enough of an interest in your life to know what you are capable of beyond bloodletting.
But we will find out. Whatever moniker you use vs The God of F~ck.
Ante, good luck. I truly mean that.
I will be using you as a message. A message to David Brennan.
The New Epoch is coming full circle soon enough.
First Ante Whitner. Then David Brennan. And finally Drakz.
I bring the Apocalypse my friends. I bring the end of times.
Michael Kyzer is coming to shred some f~cking scabs through Hell.
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I am trying to decide if I should go skiing. It has been a while since I smelt those white slopes.
Kyzer: F~ck that.
9: You say something?
She left her head groggily from the pillow to look in my direction.
Kyzer: No.
She immediately falls back asleep. This one is a 9. Some doctor did some fantastic work on her tits. I sit in the corner listening to the night. I have never liked sleeping. It always seemed like a waste of time. Probably explains my love of cocaine. I have always been restless. Probably why I could never settle down into a quiet life with my ex-wife. I tried for a minute; I tried a few different times.
Kyzer: I am too far down the rabbit hole now.
I am deep in my addiction to earthly pleasures that aren’t conducive to a healthy marriage. I have accepted who I am.
Kyzer: I will always be Your Stoned Messiah.
The needle finds its way into my arm. The heroin enters my vein on its own accord. I can feel the dragon racing through my body. Fire. Heaven.
Kyzer: I am Your Stoned Messiah.
I am who I am. I am the piece of sh~t that walked out on a woman who did nothing but show me love. I left an innocent little girl without a father figure in her life. I am the scumbag that watched multiple women die of overdoses or suicide. I was probably to blame in all those cases. I accept that.
Kyzer: I let my son die…
I pulled the cord so to speak. He is dead because of me. It broke Ashley. Me? Stone cold the entire time. I didn’t bat an eyelash at it. Maybe I am dead on the inside? Maybe I am just so consumed by ego and arrogance I can’t comprehend other people’s existence? I am going with the second one. I feel so alive right now. I am flying among the Angels and Cherubs.
Kyzer: I am the God of F~ck.
I simply don’t care. That makes me a sociopath. But this is America, being a sociopath gives you an advantage isn’t that right Uncle Donald? Second Personal Hero. It is getting close to that time, the time when reality sinks back in. It is almost time for the return of the Messiah.
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I brought evolution to the WFWF.
Maybe I have been surpassed by that evolution… We will find out soon…
I heralded Ante Whitner as the next step of the evolution I brought. And he leaped over me for a time…
Whether it was luck or skill, Ante beat me.
Respect.
Not really.
I don’t give enough f~cks to have any respect for you, Ante.
You do your thing. I will do mine.
But when we get into that ring, it isn’t going to end like it did last time.
I promise that.
You are fuel for the fire I am igniting. The plan is burn down the entire forest to smoke out that little bandit with all the gold. The history between us means nothing to me. It is only coincidence. This is pure chance. But there will be a fight. You are a message to be sent to the rest of the world.
Michael Kyzer is back.
I am coming with a f~cking vengeance that only I can produce.
To everyone I step on, my apologies. I am just following in my father’s footsteps and building my name on the backs and blood of the lesser dregs.
Papa Kyzer would still not be proud if he was still alive. RIP Papa Kyzer.
Ante gather your family, kiss who your significant other while you can. I plan on breaking your face into a thousand pieces. I really don’t hold a grudge about our history. This isn’t personal, at least not on my end. This is just something I need to do.
David Brennan needs to witness the kind of assf~cking that is coming his way.
No amount of history is ever going to stop me from doing what I want. Nothing is going to stand in my way from walking out of Mexico City the victor.
It is too late to get down so you will lay down.
Murder in Mexico City. That’s the f~cking headline.
A cold and passionless beating took place in Mexico City. A young man named Ante Whitner was expertly picked apart to the amusement of the local gringos.
RIP Ante Whitner.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 14, 2017 20:10:09 GMT -5
Boots on Thai was classic WFWF, ca. whenever Kyzer last ran rampant at full energy. These are the type of segments that were prevalent on every show. Remember that time that TNE laid out Raider and co. with a couple of cans of bear mace? I reread that recently to get inspired for our thing. Still makes me laugh.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 14, 2017 15:59:18 GMT -5
Brennan fights a bunch of kids and no one says anything about it? This place is a shell. Sorry, still trying to get over my guy Frank getting hung from the rafters Saw style. That reminded me more of John Zandig being hung in a similar fashion by The Messiah and Hi-V in CZW back in the early 2000's.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 14, 2017 14:01:23 GMT -5
Brennan fights a bunch of kids and no one says anything about it? This place is a shell.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 11, 2017 13:20:58 GMT -5
I am in.
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Post by Kyzer on Oct 23, 2017 3:15:58 GMT -5
People like him with their synthesized bullsh~t are why hip hop and rap are so f~cking awful these days. I miss the days of good rap music being glorified instead of this trash.
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