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Apr 4, 2019 13:49:09 GMT -5
Post by Kyzer on Apr 4, 2019 13:49:09 GMT -5
Or the idea of Zmey, outcast of a Mongolian tribe. Honour bound killing machine. Kicking back and reading the Wizard of Oz? Just seems a bit out of left field. However if you say there is reasoning behind it then I look forward to it. There is a lot about Zmey that doesn't make sense at the moment. Look at how he talks for one, he speaks very properly.
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Apr 4, 2019 11:10:10 GMT -5
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Post by Kyzer on Apr 4, 2019 11:10:10 GMT -5
The pop culture reference I meant was Wizard of Oz. Him not knowing Disney makes total sense. That isn't a pop culture reference. It is a book written over a hundred years ago.
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Apr 3, 2019 23:23:21 GMT -5
Post by Kyzer on Apr 3, 2019 23:23:21 GMT -5
This was great. A real coming out story for Zmey I thought. This for me was the first real "face" RP from The Dragon. He respects fellow competitors. He's fighting for the pride of his people and, simply put, to thwart the bad guy. It's all very noble and is what makes a giant like him so interesting as his roots are very much in the world of the bad guys, even if he's felt this way all along. I understand why some might be put off by the tangent into the Michael Kyzer side of things, but realistically the beauty of your work is that you have this rich tapestry of characters and stories that all link together. I do however agree that maybe Zmey should have been ending proceedings. Though in saying that it was an epilogue, so maybe it shouldn't be seen that way. More of a "post-credits scene" for people who didn't leave the cinema yet? Of course I also love seeing real coming together of different people's RPs. So for this to feed directly off of my last RP was always going to be a win. Now, one thing I didn't like. One glaring thing that kept distracting me throughout. Tugarin Zmey should NOT know about The Wizard of Oz. Considering this part: That was the only part of the RP that didn't sit well with me. Tugarin Zmey shouldn't be making pop culture references, something that you yourself even make a point of in this RP. I know I haven't fleshed out everything yet but there is a reason why Zmey is as articulate as he is and why he has read a book that was written in 1900. And how is Zmey making a pop culture reference by not knowing what Disney World is?
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Post by Kyzer on Apr 3, 2019 23:17:08 GMT -5
So as I read this I tried to follow the train of thought that came up with this and my only conclusion is that you wrote this while on shrooms.
I am not saying it bad or anything I just couldn't follow it at points.
It had parts that entertained me. I felt the monologue showed you have an excellent grasp on the voice of your character.
I don't know if you are still planning on taking a break after SB but it would be fun to cross paths again.
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Post by Kyzer on Apr 3, 2019 23:08:37 GMT -5
I am with Drakz. I really enjoyed this. Frank came off as a bit too heelish at times but overall it was a great piece.
I was curious to see how you approached facing Zmey again after the last encounter and you did not disappoint.
I have no doubt there will be another match between Lynn and Zmey at some point. I look forward to it.
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Post by Kyzer on Apr 3, 2019 22:58:25 GMT -5
I liked the rp. It was enjoyable and kept my attention the entire way through. I liked the way you have been fleshing out Tyler, showing his motivations and expanding his background. The monologues were solid.
I really have no criticism at all about the rp. It is probably my favorite to date with Tyler.
I know my reply is kind of generic.
I enjoyed getting the chance to face you again. We haven't crossed paths very often throughout our years here.
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Post by Kyzer on Apr 1, 2019 9:28:32 GMT -5
I'm simply loving the newly framed history coming out these past few days. Man of the Hour and Josh Dean? One in the same! The lost sixth character of SYE - Pierce Deville?! Can I propose a retcon that casts Shane O'Riley as Kyzer's secret attempt at trying his hand at something new? That almost happened.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 27, 2019 23:14:11 GMT -5
How did you get that you were disliked by me calling you a ghost? You and I have always gotten along. From you, I’m weird. From quite a few others, well crap just do a search of the board keyword CBT. I haven’t RPed since 2012 I think, but there’s a lot of people pretty much trashed me every which way long after I was gone. I tried to find my old RPs and I see CBT is dead, and all kinds of other drags. It’s weird because this is suppose to be just a fun place to try things out. Going back through the archives wasn’t fun. Everything from the quality of what I wrote, how I was as an owner, all kinds of things. It is what it is, to let it bother me Is kinda silly. It does, but not much one can do. I tried my best, I enjoyed what I wrote, I tried to help where I could and offer honest feedback and be active. It’s weird to explain it because there’s a group who thought less of me but expressed it in their work. I couldn’t tell you who is who based on usernames. So why be bothered, right? I can understand your perspective looking back. I wasn't around during the whole kill CBT off thing so I can't speak on that. When I think back on you, I think back on a guy who ran his mouth as much as I did, which inspired me to write better when we faced off and earned my respect. I also remember you being one of the few who were willing to embrace the change when Drakz and I took over. I know we did a lot of stupid stuff, but I remember you being one of the few to embrace and enjoy it as much as I did. Me calling you weird was by no means an insult. You were one of the few people I talked to away from this place about other things than e-fedding. Granted this was all 10 years ago so maybe I am remembering it all wrong. My username has never changed in the place.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 27, 2019 17:04:20 GMT -5
I didn’t realize I was disliked and honestly just didn’t want to start anything. That’s why I deleted my post. I have great memories of this place, and well things weren’t as great as I thought for others so instead of being annoying I tried to just remove myself. My only intent was to say hi, that’s it, prior to it I hadn’t logged on in years. Again, not here to annoy anyone, I just did like others have done before me. I don’t RP anymore but I don’t have anything bad to say about this place, it was an outlet for me to write and to connect with people who like the character aspect of wrestling. How did you get that you were disliked by me calling you a ghost? You and I have always gotten along.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 27, 2019 15:50:02 GMT -5
Did he delete his post after I quoted him? He must have. He has always been a weird guy.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 27, 2019 15:46:36 GMT -5
CBT popped in for a second. Kyzer said what he did. I said what I did. Apparently, one of those comments constituted a "kick in the nuts", as described here, which is about as close to a WWF JVC Kaboombox LOL Moment of the Week as it gets around here. Did he delete his post after I quoted him?
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 26, 2019 19:38:33 GMT -5
Hi. Just passing through. Haven’t been in here in 10 years. Rumors of my demise were pretty accurate. Ghosts are real.
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Mar 25, 2019 6:48:38 GMT -5
Post by Kyzer on Mar 25, 2019 6:48:38 GMT -5
Here is my rp. I am exhausted. I ended up rewriting the entire thing in the last 6 and a half hours and I am pretty happy with it. I tried to show Zmey evolving as a character and a person. As I said in the note at the top I will format later today.
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Mar 25, 2019 6:46:56 GMT -5
Post by Kyzer on Mar 25, 2019 6:46:56 GMT -5
***WILL FORMAT LATER TODAY***
Imaginary sadness… Fictitious pain…
I am conflicted for a non-existent reason. I have this inner war for no reason at all.
There is not Good versus Evil. I do not live my life in the darkness of society anymore.
There is nothing tearing me in two different directions. It is all in my head.
I am my own man now. I am no longer an instrument of malicious destruction.
I am not motivated by Lila Sleater to fight Drakz. I am not motivated by pride or fame. It is not even about Salvation.
It is about defining my existence as something more than just what my reputation currently is.
I do not crave causing fear and yet it is the only thing associated with me.
By destroying a malignancy like Drakz, I put myself across the line behind which I used to stand.
Drakz is just another narcissist; nothing distinguishes him from any of the others I have come across in my lifetimes. They all believe they walk on water. And while his accomplishments are vast, they are microscopic outside of this world. But someone needs to reveal the truth behind the illusion.
Michael is no longer around to find the Wizard so it is left to me to go to the Emerald City to expose the conman.
This yellow brick road will lead me past three others who have their own dreams they want fulfilled by the Wizard. There is no working together though. These people stand in my way. I must overcome the flying monkeys.
Frank Lynn… Tyler Draven… Mesh…
They all want the same thing…to etch their names in the history books…to be World Heavyweight Champion…
Is that what I want?
Do I want to be called the best?
They do.
It is not a question I have given much thought. When I was approached by Lila for replacing Michael, I did not think about that aspect of beating Drakz.
Being the best…being the champ…
These are not thoughts in my head. Glory…Fame…Titles…do not factor in for me.
When she set out the proposition before me… I thought about the honor of my people…of my father…of my ancestors…. I have brought dishonor to them since I was exiled but this was a chance for me to bring balance.
By standing up to someone like him, I shed the last of who I was.
Frank Lynn…Tyler Draven…Mesh…
There is no reason for conflict other than that they block the yellow brick road.
They are three drastically different people, on three different paths.
Tyler Draven seeks his place in this world where as Mesh and Frank have already found theirs. I never crossed paths with his former mentor. His actions are not for me to judge. He obviously has what it takes to inflict true pain upon someone. He knows what it is like to strike someone in the core of who they are so that they are forever changed. Not many have this ability. It goes far beyond what happens in a wrestling ring.
It is something that I respect.
Mesh, on the other hand, does not possess that skill. She brings something different to the table. Something familiar. She reminds me of Delilah in some ways, sweet and innocent. Sweet and innocent can be deceiving. Mesh has proven how dangerous she can be by the fact she carries a title of her own.
She has my respect for that accomplishment.
Frank Lynn has already fallen before me once. It was not something that I wanted to do. To hurt someone who has a family dependent on them is not something I am fond of doing. He has managed to make a name for himself with his own accomplishments.
I already had respect for him.
But respect will not save them. It will not save anyone.
******** ******** ********
“So they are dropping all the charges against you.”
“That is the best f~cking thing you have ever said to me, brother.”
Seth Xavier despised his little brother. He always has. Ever since they were children, he felt no connection to him. That only went one way though. DMK has always looked up to his brother. He knows how Seth feels but he is always looking to change that. This recent legal predicament has not helped with their relationship.
“You should be released in a few hours. They just have to process the paperwork.”
DMK is in near tears. He never thought this day would come. He was told the case against him was substantial. They even had one particular key witness DMK wished he could cut open like a trout. He finally composes himself.
“So why are they dropping the case? I thought you said I was dead to rights.”
“You were. But it was the majority of it was based on the testimony of a particular witness. I haven’t heard the details of who the witness is or what happened but they informed me they were dropping the charges. Now this doesn’t mean they can’t come back with those charges at a later date. So don’t do anything stupid to get back on their radar.”
DMK can feel the judgment coming from his brother.
“Have some faith in your little brother. I will keep my nose clean. I am just curious what happened.”
He did have a few ideas where to start looking to answer that mystery. Already the ideas are flowing through his head…revenge…money…drugs…guns…WFWF. He had been locked up for far too long. There is a lot of catching up for him to do.
“So how is Ash been?”
In contrast to her brother, Ashley loved DMK. She was always fond of her little brother while they were growing up. But as DMK grew into the person he is today, it drove a wedge between the two. She has refused to see him since he got locked up over a year ago. He did not have the nerve to ask about her until now. He did not want to hear about how disappointed she has to be in him.
“Michael apparently reached out to Serenity without Ashley knowing and it set her off. So she is broken and a wreck like she has been for years because of him. I warned both of you to not get involved with him or anyone from his crooked family but no one wants to listen to the one who is actually put together in this family. Listen to this, Christian, if you go back to whatever bullsh~t you had cooking with him, you can find a new f~cking attorney and I am done with you as a brother. Do you understand, Christian?”
DMK hated his brother’s use of his birth name. But it made him understand just how serious Seth is. Seth may hate him but it nothing compared to how Seth feels about Michael or the rest of his family. That is a grudge that goes way back to the days of youth and culminated in Seth being made Michael’s personal attorney after the Kyzer Patriarch bought out Xavier’s firm and forced him to be represent his firstborn. It was a sacrifice that Seth had to make for nearly a decade until his brother’s arrest. Watching his nemesis weave his way into the lives of his younger siblings disgusted him. DMK, aware of the history, knew he could not go against his brother in this.
“I understand.”
With that, it is clear the conversation is over. Seth soon leaves DMK with his thoughts about his upcoming freedom. There are a few people he wants to see when he gets out of here. His brother’s words echo in his head. He has to do this the smart way.
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In another life, I thought I had found some kind of happiness. I had what I thought was the love of a beautiful woman. I was making money for my employer. My life was better than it had been at any point since my exile. I thought that was happiness. Eventually the mirror shattered and I saw the truth behind it.
I remember that moment in my dreams.
I remember her face the moment I woke up. I remember the red I saw when I realized the lie that was my life. Then I remember the darkness that descended upon me.
I suffered. I was deceived. I was manipulated.
In my naivety, I lashed out at the perceived enemy. I did not see the world with clarity in that life. I was still a child in this world.
As that life ended, I accepted my lot in the universe as a weapon.
The love I thought I had in my life was imaginary. She was nothing more than a paid whore that my employer hired to keep me occupied and happy. I was unworldly, I did not understand things so when the love I thought I had did not exist it left a vacuum that was quickly filled with unbridled anger and hatred towards anyone and everyone around me.
This woman felt that Rage.
Since then, I have always made it a point to not inflict physical pain upon the opposite sex.
Until Mesh.
You will be the first since her. Hopefully you will be the last.
I will not pretend to understand why someone like you would desire to fight someone like me. But I will not underestimate you in ignorance. I have witnessed what men and women can accomplish with the right motivation. Since I do not understand yours, know I will come at you full force.
I do not what hurt you. I do not want to shatter your beautiful face.
I walk into this encounter with a bit of my own fear. It is a legitimate fear that I could end your career at such an early stage. I am typically controlled in my actions but history has not proved that true when women are involved. The Rage could consume me again and leave you broken at my feet.
You should understand the possible consequence. That way you know that all the pain inflicted upon you by me comes with me having no regrets. I will not second guess myself when the match starts, I will not hesitate to leave you broken. You have been thoroughly warned.
I hope this encounter sates your appetite. I do not want to make it a habit of destroying the hopes and dreams of little girls. Doing it once is enough for me.
That is what is going to happen.
Your dream of being World Heavyweight Champion will be shattered. At least at this opportunity.
I am sorry your first opportunity had to put you against a Dragon, especially a Dragon with a goal in mind.
It is my destiny to get to the Wizard first.
This is finally my story.
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Present
Work fills my head. I do not try to be that guy who is consumed with his job; I do not want to be that guy anyways. She does a good job of helping me with that. She is why I do this job in the first place. I want to give you a good life. So far this is a good way to do it.
And I am feeling some personal fulfillment in what I am doing for the first time ever. I do not know if I even felt this in my life before exile. I am finding easier and easier to embrace this life. I am even learning to relax in my home with her.
“I think we should go to Magic Kingdom tomorrow.”
Her statement brings me out of my reverie.
“Okay.”
“It is just that we haven’t been to Disney World in all the time we have lived in Florida.”
“Okay.”
“And maybe Animal Kingdom if we have time.”
I do not know what those things are.
“What do you think?”
“Whatever you want to do is fine.”
“Would you rather do Epcot?”
“Truthfully, I do not know what you are talking about. We can go wherever you want.”
It is the same for me everywhere I go. Everyone stares. What they see on television is what they see out in the world. Only she sees behind the mask.
“Also I am too big for most rides so you may want to bring someone else.”
“Maybe like Mesh?”
They would probably get along.
“And you bring her up because she is an opponent of mine?”
“Actually, no. I didn’t even know you were facing her. Ever since I started watching because of you, I liked her. She seems fun.”
“I am unable to speak on that.”
“So she is your opponent?”
“One of them, there are two others.”
Three opponents. This is interesting. It is a test of my skills. Tyler Draven is a kid with a mean streak, Frank Lynn will want to vengeance for the defeat I gave him, and Mesh is on a roll in her own right. They all bring a challenge.
“Isn’t it a little unfair?”
“What?”
“That Mesh is facing you. She is my size; I mean that would be like you fighting me. You are a clear two feet taller.”
I do not want to think of it in those terms. I could never hurt her. Mesh will get hurt by me.
“What about the other two? Who else are you facing?”
“Tyler Draven and Frank Lynn.”
She perks up at the mention of the former.
“Tyler Draven is kind of cute in a weird wa-“
“No.”
She seems offended by how quickly I cut her off.
“He is a Hunter. He knows what it takes to kill something.”
She drops the subject.
“Didn’t you already beat Frank?”
I have. Frank is the only one I have any familiarity with. I have an idea what to expect from him. Whether he has learned from his mistakes is something we are going to find out.
“Yes. That just makes him more desperate the second time around. That is how it works in the fighting game. They taste defeat, it eats at them, it haunts their mind, and it echoes in their ears, it is an earworm slowly driving them mad. Then they see the chance to get vengeance. Two things then happen. They are so desperate to win they are reckless and their vulnerabilities get exposed. Or they learn from the first encounter and come up with a new attack plan and strategy. Whether Frank is the first or second, I am not sure. I would like to think that he is the second so he can earn his defeat with honor.”
She does not say as I realize just how much I was talking. That is probably the most I have ever said at one time.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Don’t apologize. It was interesting to hear you say so much at once.”
I do not usually make it a habit of having loose lips and letting my thoughts fly like that. I might be letting my guard down too much.
“Are you scared about facing three people?”
She is unaware of any of the lives I lived before we met. They are nothing but tales of sadness; it is not anything she needs to hear. But it means she does not understand odds I have faced before in the underground fighting circuits.
“No. I do not fear combat.”
“Do you fear death?”
Her question catches me off guard a bit. I have died many times. Death is nothing to fear.
“No.”
Her expression gives way to what she is about to say before it ever leaves her lips…she is very scared of death.
“I am terrified of dying. I was afraid every day until you and Mikey saved me.”
She has experienced pain, just not soul crushing, life altering pain. She can only understand a fraction of what has made me into who I am today. No one can understand, not her and not any of my opponents. It is experiencing and understanding that kind of pain that molded me into the soulless killing machine I can become. It puts my opponents at a disadvantage. I know what it is like to fight under the worst circumstances.
“Thanks for that by the way.”
Her words and smile bring me back.
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I was born a Hunter. The Instinct was in my blood. To pick up the smell of vulnerable prey, track it and then kill it, it was second nature from birth. To be able to inflict life altering pain to someone, to be able to change the direction of their entire life with one action, that is something few understand.
Tyler Draven does though.
You are a Hunter. You know what it takes to change someone else’s life, in your case with the swing of a baseball bat.
Now you have stepped out of the shadow you crippled forever. You are the hungriest of the three. You are the one who will take things to the furthest out of the three.
You are a capable and skilled competitor from what I have witnessed. You are also a vicious and remorseless killer.
Tyler Draven is a psychopath. I have come across enough in my lifetimes to know.
You want your star to shine in the blood of everyone you step over.
Do you have what it takes to hunt a Dragon?
Can you overcome the odds to slay me?
You are walking in with every disadvantage. Your viciousness does not faze me...
And yet you might be the one who puts up the biggest challenge. You are too smart to not understand the situation you are walking into.
My intention is not to derail your rise to the top of the mountain but unfortunately you found yourself on my yellow brick road. You are an obstacle that I must overcome to get to the Emerald City.
While you want to find the Wizard to get the spotlight you so desperately crave, I cannot let it happen.
In truth it is probably good this happened now. You possess a lot of the same deceitful, dishonorable qualities that the Wizard possesses. This was probably inevitable.
You have my respect as a fellow hunter. But you do not have my respect as an honorable person. This dichotomy will end after I snuff out your flame. If I have the chance of saving the world from being burned down by your growing ego then I will take advantage of it.
You will not make your name off of me. You will not face a positive future after this.
I almost think of this as drowning a puppy that you know is going to grow up and rip your throat out.
My destiny put you before me for a reason.
This will not be a positive outcome for you or your career.
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To open my front and see him was more than a surprise. Last time I saw him was in a prison visiting room. Somehow he tracked me down here to my house. I am not pleased by this.
“Zmey!”
He smiles big and throws his arms out as if he inviting me to hug him. That will not be happening.
“Why are you here?”
“You don’t want to know how I found you?”
“I asked the only questioned that mattered.”
He puts his arms down and the smile lessens some.
“I thought you would be happy to see me out of prison, free and clear.”
That is not an answer to my question. I do not have any affection towards him like he thinks I should. He was simply the last in a long line of people who exploited me without regard to me. I stare.
“Well I thought you might want to bring me into your thing in the WFWF. I got to watch some while I was locked up.”
“I am uninterested in that.”
He looks caught off guard.
“Really? I thought we made a good team when we were together. And since Michael left, I figured you might want a friend around to help watch your back. There are a lot of snakes in that place; you don’t want to get bitten. I will look out for you. It won’t be like last time with an entire army and all that. I can be an asset.”
I honestly give it some thought and cannot see any advantage to associating with him.
“I am uninterested.”
His demeanor changes completely and anger takes over.
“What the f~ck is your problem? After all I did for you? After all those years together? What the f~ck, where do you get the balls to snub me like this?”
He is spitting while he yells and points his tiny finger up at my face.
“I do not owe you anything. You did nothing for me. Michael is the one I owed and freed me from that debt. For the first time in my life, I am not listening to the whims of crazed narcissists like you.”
“What do you mean you owed Michael? You didn’t work for him. You worked for me.”
“That was not how things were.”
“How were they then?”
“You only had the illusion of authority. You possessed no real authority.”
He says nothing and for a moment only stares.
“F~ck you! I am going to go represent someone else, someone that will come in there and whip your stupid ass. Maybe I will show up with one of your opponents, like Mesh or Frank Lynn. “
I doubt either would want him.
“It is not of my concern.”
“You piece of sh~t.”
His anger is at a high level right now.
“I do not see anything to gain from continuing this conversation. Next time I see you here, there will be no conversation.”
I shut the door literally and figuratively. I will be no man’s lap dog.
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Second match. I always found it interesting to fight someone more than once, especially if they were willing to fight me for a second time. I have never had them come back for a third.
Did this person learn anything from our first fight? Will they let their emotions get the better of them? How will they change up their plan of attack? More aggressive or less aggressive?
These are the questions I ask myself when I think about facing Frank again.
I am curious to see how you adapted…if you adapted….
How many fights have you been in, Frank? I have been in enough to know, never fight the same a second time.
Whatever you learned from the first fight is not going to help you here. There will be no distractions.
You and I will fight; we will beat each other down until only one is standing.
Can you outlast me? Can you endure as much as me and stay on your feet?
Frank, I do not think you have what it takes to put me down. I say that respectfully. You seem like a decent person. Michael always said you would hit a glass ceiling, that you never had what it takes to break through.
And without arrogance, I say that I can see you below me.
I am on a quest down the yellow brick road to see the Wizard in the Emerald City. You are another flying monkey standing in my way.
The story is mine to tell. You will not change its direction.
I am about to eliminate the obstacles that stand before me and the climax of the story. When we reach the pinnacle, I will stand across from Drakz, the conflict will be resolved and he vanquished from reality.
And I will not take a hero’s welcome.
Knowing that I brought honor to my family…to my ancestors by overcoming my challenges and destroying the cancer…that is all I need.
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Epilogue
The little fist knocks on the door. It opens to a bearded Michael Kyzer. The sunlight hits his face causing him to squint and blind him. It takes him a minute to make out the image of DMK. They both stare at each other for a second without saying anything. Kyzer is the first to speak.
“I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
Kyzer trails off as he walks away from the door just leaving DMK standing there.
“Come in or don’t come in. Close the door either way.”
DMK steps over the threshold and into the home of Michael Kyzer. He walks down the hallway into a big living room. Kyzer is lounging in a recliner watching the Duke vs UCF game from the night before with a beer in his hand.
“Duke won.”
“Obviously I know that. I didn’t get a chance to watch it. I was out. I just got home not long before you showed up.”
DMK looks around and notices the lack of drug paraphernalia around the room. It is unusual.
“Well I am here to ask you why you backed off from testifying against me.”
“That is what I figured. I had a change of heart.”
DMK just stares at him. Kyzer is paying him zero attention.
“Why though? You are the reason I got arrested in the first place.”
Kyzer looks at him now.
“You got arrested because you got sloppy and arrogant. It is the same reason why I was going to testify. You needed a reality check. But like I said, I had a change of mind. Consider yourself lucky.”
DMK looks into Kyzer’s eyes and can tell something has changed.
“Drakz came and saw me a few weeks before I got out.”
Kyzer takes a sip of his beer and ignores the midget.
“He asked me how to coax you out of retirement?”
“Did you give him any good advice?”
“Yeah, I did. I told him to talk about your dead son.”
Kyzer’s beer soon finds a new home in the middle of the television.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 23, 2019 12:41:59 GMT -5
I will need until Monday morning, like 8 am, to post mine. My schedule got shifted and I have to work tomorrow night now. I am not going to be able to finish it before the deadline.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 21, 2019 19:04:03 GMT -5
Just a quick reminder that the remaining two RPs are due on the 24th by midnight. Everything else needs to be turned in by the 26th so if anyone needs an extension now is the best time to ask. Mine will be in sometime this weekend. I am going to the NCAA tournament tomorrow to watch Duke but I am hoping to knock out a chunk of my rp before I go tomorrow.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 11, 2019 23:25:16 GMT -5
Question: I started a standard practice of making the RP deadline midnight on a Sunday for every show, hoping that would eliminate or at least decrease the need for extensions. This hasn't proven to be the case. In order to give us enough time to make sure the March show got posted in March, I suggested to Mesh a deadline of Wednesday for this month which he ran with. I have been asked why the change. In reply, I'm going to ask you guys if you want the Sunday RP deadline to remain a standard and would like the current RP deadline pushed back to Sunday? Seeing as this was an unannounced and unexpected deviation, anybody writing RPs for this month's show will be granted extensions should they ask for one. I am a fan of the change.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 6, 2019 18:07:18 GMT -5
The last time this place had a one-match card, I was charged with defending my title against all comers. I propose that one of the champions now be forced to do the same in order to flesh out this card. I second this idea.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 6, 2019 18:06:46 GMT -5
I got to know Trent Acid a little bit right before he overdosed. A close friend of mine grew up with him and introduced us. I was pretty sad when I heard about him. Vader and Dr. Death were two of my favorites growing up so I got bummed out by both them passing. Flair and Sting are the only two "legends" left that would seriously bum me out if they passed.
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 5, 2019 23:10:17 GMT -5
That was not how that conversation went down. I just said it had to make sense. But if no one wants to step up, I will gladly lift that title off your shoulder. How does Zmey vs. Mesh make sense in the first place? Careful now, Zmey got his dragon ass kicked by A-wut. I like my chances Well if either of us were heels I could definitely come up with a reason. And enjoy that confidence because I will shatter it.
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