|
Post by Kyzer on Mar 23, 2015 16:03:01 GMT -5
Haha, holy balls, there's no way I'm making deadline. Me either.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Mar 17, 2015 19:18:15 GMT -5
It sounds really stupid, but writing my RPs in the dark feels easier for me. I feel more like Axel, if that makes sense. My setting when I write on the other hand is the complete antithesis of Drakz as a character. I sit in silence, on a not very comfy chair and write at the table in my flat. lol I have to have some kind of music depending on the character. For Kyzer it is usually rap music, Three Six Mafia or something similar. And for Zmey, it is typically thrash metal or something else along those lines. Location doesn't matter, as long as I have music.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Mar 17, 2015 13:31:04 GMT -5
I haven't got the time or will to play St. Amateur Hour's Day these days, but I did stop at the cemetery today on the way to work and trudged through rain-sodden, ankle deep snow in my bare feet to say a word to my gramps whod've been 91 today. What until your kid is older. You will understand taking advantage of the small chances in life to just be adult without parenting responsibilities.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Mar 17, 2015 10:34:07 GMT -5
Well I have been drunk since 9:30 am. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all the other Irish American f*cks out there.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Mar 12, 2015 1:05:27 GMT -5
Flaps & Ray Smith before them. Raider and Rupert before them. I can barely remember times when the person running the fed WASN'T the champion I can't speak for anyone else but I assume it just winds up happening through various reasons and circumstances (IE; usually that's the title the owner would be competing for so it stands to reason eventually they'll be in a match for it by process of elimination). I actually tried to make a point to not book myself for it in 2010 and then two PPVs later not only was I champion but without even having to win it via a match. When I became owner first time around I vacated the belt only for Kyzer (my fellow owner) to beat Rev Shadow for it at Superbrawl haha. Ray Smith didn't win the title to my knowledge. I am pretty sure he only became co-owner because Flaps could control him. And I only stepped into the title match because SYE left the fed. I didn't even want to be an active competitor in the fed. But everyone else was booked up and Rev needed an opponent last minute. It was something that was decided on the go home show for Superbrawl that year.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Mar 10, 2015 1:16:25 GMT -5
Let's say I could never be an Oscar contender, just a damn character actor. Heh. Stephen Tobolowsky has had a good career.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Feb 24, 2015 21:20:47 GMT -5
Shawn just made me think back on what inspired DMK as a character.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Feb 8, 2015 8:12:08 GMT -5
Well, I just had the worst birthday week ever. Without going into too many details I got subpoenaed, dumped and arrested in a 48hr span. I just walked in the door from being let out. I guess in Florida you can shoot someone in self defense but you can't hit them in the face with a glass ashtray in self defense.
I will have my rps up sometime today. If you don't count them, I completely understand.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 29, 2015 10:20:24 GMT -5
I didn't want this getting lost in the GD plus Drakz deserves his own birthday thread. Happy Birthday, bro. You have been my ride or die bitch since day one. I hope you find a nice ladyboy to cuddle with tonight.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 28, 2015 17:39:13 GMT -5
I'm going to be brutally honest here, and I know I'll likely get eaten alive due to me having a different opinion than most other people here. I feel that you're taking this 'man' mantra to the fact where after a while, it has no comedic element whatsoever, and is fairly annoying to read. This piece did not really do anything for me, and I don't think you'll get very far by only relying on the whole "man" shtick in every sentence you type. I suggest that you read other works and develop a style that is more appropriate for a somewhat realistic universe, and definitely tone down the "man" mantra. If the Old Spice guy wrote RP's, this is exactly how they would be. Not my cup of tea either. Because a bearded buck is the most serious thing I have ever seen. It's clearly a comedy character, Dex. In the history of the WFWF, only two INTENDED comedy characters (not counting Shane O'Rielley and Immune) have ever been intended to be long term characters, those being Brad Munroe, and Phillip Schneider. #ShotsFired So get that stick out yo ass brotha and appreciate the manliness before he takes his talents to South Beach. There's no hope for Markw to lighten up, he's British. You've still got a chance. King Kraig, Napoleon whatever his name is, Ripp Jackson. There have been more than two. And pretty sure you have always had a stick up your ass...or butt-plug, whatever you call it. This actually reads exactly like a King Kraig rp.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 28, 2015 0:54:48 GMT -5
Well this was pretty hysterical and out there. The humor here is right up the alley of a few people who only creep when their name is mentioned.
I am fan though. Keep up the ridiculousness.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 26, 2015 16:55:20 GMT -5
As usual match writing duties are up for grabs. Holler at me and I'll update this post: Bishop vs. Demento - Markw/@progwd DMK vs. Drakz - DrakzKKK vs. HU - Dex vs. Schneider - Prophet of AshKirkbride vs. Dean - Whitner vs. Devilkiller - Thornstowe vs. McMann - Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Shapiro vs. Axle Aomori - You aren't writing DMK vs Drakz, I am.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 22, 2015 10:48:44 GMT -5
First off, the "I do not know who that is" and "I do not know who that is either" lines had me audibly cracking up. I think that's one of my favorite things you've done with this character - here's this character that on television, like the WWE or something, would be very 1997 Kane-ish - cold and silent with a mouthpiece. We were led to understand through Paul Bearer that there was something deeply rooted in the character that drove his path of destruction, but that was it. Hear say. With the Dragon, due to the fact that you're such a damn good writer, we get that introspective look at him that we otherwise wouldn't get and with a lesser writer might make a character like this at best come off as hollow, and at worst simply not work. TL;DR - I liked it. You can pay the girl at the counter. Pass me a towel? My goal here was to show that Zmey show that while Zmey doesn't necessarily agree with the things he does or the actions of those around him, he is unable to break free of his role. He is also someone who doesn't see these people as more than what he sees in that ring as if none of their dogma or their personalities really mean anything when it comes to fighting. I wanted him to come off as someone who simply accepted he has to do these things, like fight people such as Kirkbride and Bishop despite the fact he has no opinion one way or another. The second part was mostly a shot at Drakz and his rp from the pay per view and also an attempt to show that DMK may not be as hard as he thinks.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 22, 2015 0:47:28 GMT -5
You are taking the wrong combination of meds. After the kids are out, it is a valium, a blunt and some Rumple. The world will sort itself out then brother. I can't do inhalants, so that's right out. A few killers above the recommended dose and a healthy serving of my poison of choice puts me in a healthy spot of the pain is numb and I'll still manage to greet the day tomorrow and nothing can bring me down sucka. My brother is like that. He will not smoke anything weed or cigarettes, but he will eat the hell out of anything made with cannabutter. The only time it is actually fun to hang out with a member of the AB is when they are tripping after eating half a pound of weed butter on toast and various other shit.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 22, 2015 0:00:16 GMT -5
I've hit a wall for the night, but if you've ever wondered what minor substance abuse ever did for you, then check and see if you're one of the three or four replies I banged out in between getting WAAAAY out of line with Dex on the Beach. If so, pat yourself on the back and thank my f*cked up knee, my newborn wrought lack of sleep, three Advil, two shots of JD, and a beer. God help ye if we have rps needing replies on February 7th, as a dear, dear friend of mine is finally taking that nosedive into holy matrimony and is thanking another friend and me for making the 8 hour haul into our nation's capital by designating that sh*t open bar, kehd. You are taking the wrong combination of meds. After the kids are out, it is a valium, a blunt and some Rumple. The world will sort itself out then brother.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 21, 2015 3:10:45 GMT -5
So SOS hasn't tagged together but for one match and won Tag Team of the Year? I am pretty sure I won that match too. That is interesting... Good stuff though to those that contributed. Preach brotha. I mean a few these didn't make sense to me. Josh Dean return of the year over Drakz? Dave Demento Face of the year over Drakz? No offense towards Josh but what has he done besides beat Yukio who has never been worth a sh~t, granted he has been up against Drakz and Schneider. Drakz has returned and completely re-packaged his character as a face after never being one and has pulled it off better than anyone. Not to mention, he has beaten everyone he has faced. Bishop should have never lost the IC title to Demento to begin with. I do agree that Demento and Bishop deserved feud of the year just because I feel like they put more into progressing their feud than anyone else. But this pretty much read to me as the SOS dick sucking show. I have no problem with not winning any of these if they actually made sense. Like Kirkbride should win Rookie of the Year. SOS winning tag team of the year is just plain ridiculous. They had one match, where Mike put up something kinda half ass because he had stuff going on and they lost to me and Shawn.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 20, 2015 20:10:08 GMT -5
So SOS hasn't tagged together but for one match and won Tag Team of the Year? I am pretty sure I won that match too. That is interesting...
Good stuff though to those that contributed.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 20, 2015 5:01:51 GMT -5
Everyone has a motive…
I walk through this world blindly following the shot caller.
No ambition.
But everyone I am around is drenched with ulterior motives, hidden ambition and treacherous desires. I watch DMK sit behind his desk and plan out a celebration. Under one of his little hands rests the WFWF Tag Team title with my name on it. Since winning it, he has kept it safe as he puts it. I just see him walk around with it showing it off to all the strippers and anyone who will pay attention.
Samael has made his disgust known about DMK taking credit for our victory, I have noticed how annoyed he gets when he sees DMK wear it.
“Why do you let him take the credit? We won those titles, you and I…NOT that psycho midget.”
My answer does nothing to appease him.
“That is what a soldier does.”
I am not blind to the fact that he has motives behind the face he puts on in front of the rest of the KKK Army.
“But you aren’t just a soldier…”
He doesn’t understand.
“You aren’t some mindless killing machine…”
She said the same thing on the boat.
“It is okay for you to express some emotion every once and a while…”
I see the manipulation.
“We are friends…”
Friends? I do not have friends. Friends do not manipulate, lie, deceive, use, demean or abuse their friends. I have people fighting over who gets to pull my strings. I exist in a den of vipers. I live in the world of the Alpha Predator. Only the strong, cunning and ambitious apply. Does he think I am not aware that everyone is trying to manipulate me? Does he think I am stupid just because I don’t speak?
“I have no use for the spotlight.”
Every response I give causes him to probe and poke harder. It only fuels his assault against my outer shell. I have to give credit to his determination despite how futile. I look beyond Samael to the newest snake slithering up. This one is the slickest of them all.
Ryan Brockie is the suit. He has become the corporate face of the KoKaine Konspiracy and PR man for DMK. I have noticed how he plays both sides of the fence with DMK and Samael. But I can’t downplay the surprise I had when I saw him on the boat. How deep does the deceit go in this pit?
“The next match awaits…”
He is grinning ear to ear.
“Joe Bishop…”
I don’t know who that is.
“Daniel Kirkbride…”
I don’t know who that is either.
“Who gives a f~ck?”
The Midget Master enters the conversation only to dismiss talk of both opponents before it could even start.
“It does matter.”
Samael chiming in with words that will spark another argument with DMK. The two go back forth constantly over how much merit we should give our challengers, with DMK claiming they deserve none and Samael fighting back with how they should be respected. I don’t know how they do it, to argue over something so trivial just looks exhausting.
What does it matter? When you are in that ring, when I hear that bell…
Instinct takes over. Bishop and Kirkbride could both be the most skilled wrestlers in the world. But my instinct isn’t to wrestle. They are more primal than that. The Alpha Predator that exists in me comes out, the fire blazes…
That bell rings, and I exist to fight and to kill. He hits me, I hit him harder. He kicks me, I kick him harder. He tries to take me down, I take him down. Fighting isn’t a complicated science. Hurt the opponent before they hurt me. And to beat me they will have to kill me.
I have one skill in this world. I am a savant in this area. I can fight. I will fight. I will Daniel Kirkbride, Joe Bishop or anyone else. I don’t see the differences between these people and the other people in the WFWF as I listen to DMK and Samael argue.
“None of them will stand a chance against this big ass motherf~cker! No one has!”
“Bishop has been National and International Champion multiple times. He has a lot of experience in wrestling and in the WFWF. Not to mention he is running around with Trace Demon, Kyle Matthews and this Final Revolution stuff.”
“Kyle who? You mean that poor kid you resh~t out after Zmey sh~t him out first? And Trace got his ass handed to him by that p~ssy willow from Leeds.”
“Are you really that ignorant about everyone else in the world?”
“I am only ignorant about pussies I am not trying to stick my monster cock into. I don’t go clam diving with these queens like you used to.”
Bickering little children, Ryan stands back and watches with a smile on his face. It was as if he tried to instigate this on purpose to create tension. An army based on ego and selfishness could only be doomed to self-destruct. Joe Bishop, decorated veteran and member of the Final Revolution. Daniel Kirkbride, rising star and religious ‘zealot’. I am sure there is more to these guys than that. That is all I can gather from the fighting.
But does it matter? When all I see is just another a face does it matter if I put a name to it? Do I have to attach some kind of emotional attachment whether it is positive or negative to every opponent? This is something that I do fail to understand in the wrestling business. Emotions are supercharged over every little action to every giant event. Everything is taken so personally. Listening to DMK rant on about Drakz, Joe Bishop, Daniel Kirkbride or whoever it happens to be, it is always filled with such passion, energy and conviction. It as if each person has personally wronged him just by fate placing them across from me on a booking card.
His vitriol towards Drakz might be founded given their personal history and connection.
But what has Bishop done? What has Kirkbride done?
“F~ck this. How about I just shoot both the bitches before the match and then Zmey can have the night off? Then you can sacrifice them to your pagan god. I mean, sh~t, Kirkbride is a bible thumper so you make get bonus points with ol’ Lucidick.”
DMK putting a personal touch on an insult exemplifying how worked up everyone seems to get in this business. Everyone seems to have some much at stake at all times that no one seems to be able to relax. There is so much ambition in such a brutal sport.
I have no aspirations for gold. I have no ambition for the spotlight. I have no desire to be famous.
I am a soldier who prefers to stay in the shadows. I am a warrior who prefers to pass on rewards. I am a dragon who prefers to soar through the air.
The fire must rain down though. And the ground must erupt open. The pitiful whelps must be burned and swallowed into the oblivion.
Everyone has their roles in existence. Despite not understanding some of the aspects of this world, I must trek through it and complete the tasks that I am given.
It is my role as The Dragon to burn the enemies of my master. No matter whom they are or what they have done. It doesn’t matter if they are a morally sound individual like Daniel Kirkbride or a corrupt deviant like Joe Bishop. Their beliefs, their convictions, ambitions or goals do not matter. Nor does anything that gets burned as collateral damage. That is just part of war.
And DMK has declared war.
His soldier awaits orders.
“This kid Daniel’s star is rising as fast as Zmey’s. This guy could trump the tag title win and use this ‘Golden Opportunity’ to upset Drakz. Then the spotlight will be on him instead of you and your ‘Dragon’. What will you do then?”
DMK is visibly angry. I wonder every day how he hasn’t popped a blood vessel in his head yet.
“This kid is aiming to steal my glory then we have a different story. Then this punkass is going to get the full treatment. Have you ever seen the movie In Too Deep? I will do to this kid what LL Cool J does to a guy who f~cks his girl. Let me save you the trouble of looking it up, he f~cks the traitorous piece of sh~t in the ass with a pool stick until he dies from internal bleeding. Before you say anything, yes I did just threaten to sodomize Joel Osteen in the ass with a pool stick. I will make the Red Wedding just look like a light flow day. After I am done, he will only be able to the pads with the wings because he won’t be able to keep a tampon up that gaping hole. Do you f~cking understand how serious I am?”
One would think DMK should be the Dragon with all this intensity and explosiveness.
“No little pus with a cross hanging from his neck or any member from a third rate New Epoch rip-off is going to take what I have. Everything I have built up is not going to be taken down by the likes of these two. Or anyone else for that matter. You want to talk about respect? What kind of f~cking respect do I get? What kind of respect does Zmey get? We have Drakz stealing the lime light from us in the main event of shows, we have worthless trash going on after us at pay per views, and we are put up against subpar talent like those two assclowns from The Clash. I am sick of everyone including you just dismissing The Midget simply based on the fact I am a few feet shorter than you. You watch yourself, Samael, or you will get the taste slapped out of your mouth by a nine foot cock. I am a patient man but I have a breaking point and all this bullsh~t is hitting it.”
Patient?
“Everyone is f~cking whining about this, whining about that. Trace Demon is whining about losing against Drakz. Schneider will be whining about losing to a dyke, Dave the Gimp is whining about losing to the fairy, Josh Dean is whining about being married to a horse-faced slut, and you are f~cking whining about me not giving enough respect to the opponents of Tugarin Zmey, The Mother-F~cking Dragon who will burn down your mother’s house and then f~ck her in the rubble.”
DMK have barely taken a breath in this tirade of his.
“You can cry, they all can cry. And while everyone has tears rolling down their cheeks, I am going to be sitting here laughing my ass off as I stomp on the back of their necks ridding this place of the worthless dead weight. If you think anyone outside of my inner circle deserves respect than you will never come to an understanding on this point. If you think that I won’t do absolutely anything I have to do to keep this thing trending to the top then you may have me rethinking your usefulness.”
I think this is the first time in my association with DMK, that I have seen him hit this kind of anger level. His head looks like a zit about to pop. While I do not understand such anger and fury, I do have to admit I have respect for it. People’s opinions about DMK may vary but he isn’t someone that can be faulted for a lack of passion, determination, or commitment to whatever he is pursuing. And for a man less than four feet tall, he is fearless.
Daniel Kirkbride…Joe Bishop…they are probably lucky they will be my opponents and not DMK’s.
Accomplishments…Experience…Goals…Ambition…Morality…
It all goes out the window with the sound of the bell. It will just be two men with everything to lose and one man who has nothing left. DMK wants to hang on to something that he can’t lose. DMK will always command the spotlight when he wants it, he fails to realize that.
He doesn’t need me.
But he has me. And I have nothing.
I went on that boat for answers to questions I didn’t ask. I was given a task I didn’t want. I put that life behind me and things had to be dug back up.
I saw her…or at least I think it is her. 7…8…9…I don’t know how many years it has been. I thought she was gone but somehow…
The Good Shepard was there. I had only met him once before then but he helped me destroy one life and begin another. Now he is here again, is it fate telling me that this life is coming to an end? Is it time to move on to the next?
Zurgadai…Subutai…Tugarin…I can’t remember who I am anymore…
Except I am a monster, a dragon, a carnivore, a predator who is going to kill, maim and slaughter everyone I am commanded to.
Because no matter how I may feel about something or whatever my opinion I may have I am just one thing…
A soldier….
~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DMK: I keep having this one reoccurring nightmare. I am in hell and I keep seeing all this horrible sights.
Ashley: Should I even ask?
DMK: Did you ever meet Michael’s friend Drakz?
Ashley: I know who he is.
DMK: He is the devil in these dreams with little cocks for his horns.
Ashley: You watch way too much television.
DMK: I am sure that is it.
DMK sits with his sister for the first time in months. Her house is decorated pretty much like a stereotypical suburban home in Seattle would be. Everything is modern, lots of pictures of Serenity adorn the house. Ashley being the mother of Kyzer’s first child has taken it upon herself to make sure her daughter was involved in all the other bastard Kyzer children’s lives also. Pictures of Gavin and the twins also appear every so often. One picture of Gavin and Serenity together sits on the coffee table near the couch DMK is sitting on. He stares at the picture as he can still picture everything that happened. He quickly shakes his head to attempt to ward off the negative memories that were about to fill his mind.
Ashley: Why are you here Donnie?
DMK called Ashley this time before he showed up so he wouldn’t have a repeat of the last time he was here. This time also, he wasn’t looking for Michael.
DMK: Work has been stressful.
Ashley laughs unintentionally catching herself by surprise.
Ashley: You sell drugs and God knows what else out of a strip club, and you go on television cussing and screaming while some giant beats people up for you.
Harsh Ashley.
DMK: Well that sums up my life.
Ashley: Did I miss something?
DMK: I have sex with a lot of strippers and porn stars.
Ashley: Disgusting. I am your sister, there are something you don’t have to share with me.
DMK laughs this time. Being around family brings out a seldom seen side of Donnie, especially his sister. They were always close growing up and up until the time Donnie introduced Michael to Ashley. After that her life went into a whirlwind. Married, knocked up, abandoned, Ashley was left as a single mother. And Donnie chose to stand with Michael instead of family. Seth disowned Donnie over it but Ashley still loved him despite the fact he turned his back on her for her ex.
DMK: Well you are the only family I have left.
Ashley: I guess I shouldn’t say that Seth says hi.
DMK doesn’t even bother with a response to that. He just continues as if there was pause for her to talk.
DMK: But work is stressful. It is actually the cussing and screaming on television part that I am stressed about. Being a drug dealer is easy. Don’t sell to rats or narcs, simple as that.
Ashley: So why do you need to talk to me about work instead of your cohorts I see you on television with?
DMK: I can’t talk like this in front of my troops, they look up to me. I don’t want to show vulnerability or weakness in front of them. They would lose respect for me.
Ashley: I forget you come from the Kyzer school of philosophy, where being human and a real person is weak and wrong.
DMK: See you understand then. So my problem is I am kind of worried about the path I have taken.
Ashley: Since when do you give a second thought to what you do?
DMK: Since I have to be a little smarter than I normally am. I am in the waters with some sharks who want to see me end up as food just because I used to be friends with Michael. And while I don’t normally second guess myself, I am finding myself having doubts. I don’t know why but I feel like I am on this collision course with something and it isn’t going to end very well. It almost like a feeling of dread for the future.
Ashley: Does it involve Drakz, the Devil with Dick Horns?
DMK: I am sure he will be involved somehow. When I decided to take Zmey and go into the WFWF, I had a clear course of action in my head. Then things got rough and plans changed. Now war is about to erupt and there will be blood and mayhem.
Ashley just looks at DMK skeptically as if he is losing his mind.
DMK: I think it is a collision course between the group I represent, The KKK Army, and pretty much everyone else. I mean the other day, I couldn’t stop yelling. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I am not sleeping. I am getting angry more often than normal. Nothing I do helps in any way. I take Xanax, nothing. I smoke weed, nothing. I do hot yoga, I just feel sweaty. I figured you could just help sort out my head like you used to try to do for Michael.
Ashley unintentionally laughs again.
Ashley: All I ever did was play into the stupid games that Michael used to put me through. I never did anything for him, all I did was mess my head up more. But if you are on this train that is about to collide with another one, then just jump off.
DMK pauses and ponders that.
DMK: Give up the spotlight, the fame and all the glory?
Ashley: If you are having nightmares and having anxiety issues, then eliminate the reasons for those issues. It seems to me it is that place.
DMK stays quiet for a second as he thinks this over. Midget Thinking Man’s pose.
DMK: Eliminate the issues…I like that idea a lot. But jumping off the train is the chicken sh~t way to deal with it. I just need to reroute and derail the other train.
What generic conversation between two siblings right? Like this hasn’t been a scene repeated in different fashions on television and movies for years. Well at least it isn’t two siblings f~cking and possibly producing some hideous inbred swine. It doesn’t matter if it is your half-sister. Blood and semen don’t mix. Courvoisier Cognac is for hoodrat scum, while Grey Goose Vodka is meant to be consumed with cranberry juice by women who are suffering from yeast infections. Little tip to all you would be drinkers who want hair on your balls like DMK.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 19, 2015 21:16:32 GMT -5
Totally understand mate, best wishes. If everyone else is cool with it I can grant an extension just for you. The rest of the results can be compiled while we wait and then once yours is in me and Trace judge the match, pick the match finish and post the full results. Mine will be up during my usual timeframe. I just got home from work.
|
|
|
Post by Kyzer on Jan 18, 2015 18:59:57 GMT -5
How is that any different from the rest of your roleplays? Fight me. 6:1 odds in Shawn's favor, I am taking bets.
|
|