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.
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.
~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~
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.