Post by Kyzer on Oct 25, 2007 20:26:30 GMT -5
***Warning: The following is vulgar and downright crude. If you are offended then don't read. ***
Stoned Perceptions
<It has been so long.>
Why are you back?
<That seems to be the question on everyone's mind. Everyone wants to know that. I am back because there is weakness everywhere. There is a pathetic pack of peckernecks around this place. Try saying that five times fast. Heh.>
So you have come back to punish the weak?
<That is more or less what I am saying. That and I am hungry.>
Hungry?
<Yes.>
What do you mean by that?
<My appetite has grown. I came back to where I can find more people to feed it.>
What does that have to with me?
<Everything. You are the first step to regaining control. You are the first obstacle in my path.>
How am I in your path?
<Because you are weak. It is because of you that I left in the first place. I gave into your whining, but not now. I am hungier than ever and your weak pathetic whining won't stop me now.>
I won't go away easily.
<That doesn't matter. Not anymore. The hungry I have goes beyond your control now. You are going to merely fade into the background. Be happy I don't dipose of you altogether. You still amuse me so I shall return to you occasionally. But as far as control goes it is mine.>
This hunger...what is it?
<It can simply be said that it is my ego. I have to feed it. I have been gone from the spotlight far too long. I need to have them whispering about me again. I have to be in the thoughts of everyone again. I have to be on top again. I have to have the world worship Kyzer once more.>
Worship?
<Yes.>
How?
<You shall see as will everyone else. In good time my friend.>
What will I do?
<You will watch.>
Do I have a choice?
<No.>
F~ck...
<Oh yes..you are f~cked...As is everyone else. No one will be left untouched.>
What are you going to do?
<F~ck everyone up. I will bring strength back to the WFWF. The strength that only I possess.>
You are insane.
<I am not, I am simply a megalomaniac.>
F~ck...
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Reality within a God
Smoking. It was never a habit I had until about a year ago. I developed it after I walked away from everything. Yes. I did pull a Justa Mazing, but I am in no way a piece of sh~t like him. At least not in my eyes. The cigarette smoke fills my lungs. It is harsh, not quite as good as weed. But it calms me nevertheless. I sit here and ponder why I came back. I got tired of everything and left. And now I am back. If it wasn't for this little vioce in the back my head, I don't think I would return. I was complacent with wrestling. I was happy just getting high. But that isn't filling that hunger I have anymore. I guess that voice was just giving me the answer I need to fill it. Return to the WFWF. What a f~cking answer.
I returned, I humilated Reverend Shadow again. Why? It just kind of annoyed me that he ended up on top of the place after I left. I beat him at Superbrawl to prevent that. I crucified him to end it. But there he was shortly after I left, on top of everything. Everything that I built. F~ck him. He wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me. I made him. I put him in the spot to take everything over. I deserve the f~cking credit. Not God. F~ck God. F~ck Reverend Shadow. F~ck the WFWF. Praise him, f~ck that. Praise me. My thoughts get more hateful and venom flows through my veins. I want to inject Shadow and the rest of the WFWF with it. I want to be back on top.
It is funny of the things you think of while you are alone. I get these thoughts in my head and all I want to do is f~ck something. I finish my cigarette and rise to my feet. I walk to the window of my barren room and look out. It is raining, big surprise. This is Seattle. I watch the rain fall as my mind drifts back through the last year. The year the WFWF went without Kyzer, the year that Kyzer went without wrestling. Who would have ever thought that I would be here, in a brokedown hotel, shooting up like some junkie? Actually most people. Guess I proved the world right, I am a junkie. F~ck that though, it never stopped me in the past and it won't stop me now. Nothing will. This King plans on reigning again.
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The Hero's Past
She sleeps by his side, all the while not knowing who he truly is. All she knows is the side he shows her. The side she fell in love with. But she is about to learn the truth. A knock on the door wakes them both from their slumber. The woman crawls out of bed grabbing the bathrobe on the floor next to her. She walks down the stairs and to the front door. Through the peep hole she sees a young blonde woman, in her arms is a young child. A little girl. The woman opens the door and comes face to face with her man's ex-wife.
"May I help you?"
The words come out goggy as she is still f~cked up from the night before. The sunlight hits her eyes causing her to shield it out with her hand. The blonde woman smiles warmly.
"Yes, I am looking for Michael."
"Why?"
"I am his ex-wife. My name is Ashley. And you are?"
The woman says nothing. She is in absolute shock. After a moment, she musters up the strength to answer.
"Ex-wife?"
"Yes."
"Then this is his daughter?"
"Yes. Her name is Serenity."
Every emotion possible swells through her. She doesn't know what to think. Michael never told her about anything like this. She had no idea that at one time he was married and had a child. Her thoughts are broken up as Michael walks up next to her. He sees Ashley and Serenity and does not smile. He can only give them a vacant look.
"What do you want Ashley?"
"I needed to talk to you about my petition for child support."
"Can we do this later?"
"When?"
"I don't know. Later though."
With that he slams the door on his ex-wife and daughter. The woman barely registers what just happened until she notices Michael walking back up stairs. Her words bring him to a stop.
"Why didn't you tell me you were married before?"
He turns and looks at her with those piercing eyes. She feels as if he is looking into her soul.
"It is none of your business."
She is flabbergasted. How could this possibly be none of her business? She is the woman who loves him and sleeps by his side every night.
"How the f~ck is it none of my business? I am the woman that is in love with you and shares your bed. I am the woman you love."
Michael suddenly laughs catching her off guard.
"I don't love you. I never said that I did. You are just someone for me to fun with and f~ck when I want to. In fact I have only loved one woman and it certainly isn't you or Ashley for that matter. If I want to neglect that part my life than I will. I don't have to tell you everything or anything at all actually."
She can feel the tears swell in her eyes from his stinging words.
"How could you say that?"
"You actually thought I loved you?"
"Yes."
"You are more than an idiot than I thought."
She is in disbelief. The man she had loved for the last nine months had turned into this horrible person within minutes. She was staring at the Devil.
"If I loved you I would have told you about Ashley to begin with or even Callista."
"Who is Callista?"
"This whore who mothered my second child, my son Gavin."
"You have another child?"
"Yes. And that too is none of your concern. Either come back to bed or get out. I don't care which."[/color]
He turns and walks up the stairs. She stands there for a moment before she breaks down. She collapses and the tears roll off her face like rain. She cries and cries for what seems like eternity. Finally she musters up the energy to stop and rise to her feet. She stares at the stairs. She has a decision to make, she can go up the stairs to the man that she loves or the man she used to love. Her feelings right now are unsure, or she can leave and walk out into the foriegn Seattle city where she has nothing but enemies. After several minutes she wipes the tears from her face and walks up the stairs.
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Musings
Kyzer returns in style to the WFWF. That is the only way I could return. I couldn't possibly let myself come back in just some meaningless way. I had to have it f~cking grand. That is something that I have been lacking lately, grandeur. I miss it. I mean, I am tired of sitting in a barren room, with a needle in my arm. That is the Kyzer of yesterday. That is not the Kyzer that conquered the WFWF. That is the Kyzer I need to be now. That is the Kyzer that will exist now...
I feel so much more alive now than I did three months ago. The day I decided I was going to return I got excited. I can't lie, I was f~cking thrilled about the idea to return and get my ego fed. F~ck everything else. That is what I wanted. more than anything. That stupid voice in the back of my head finally won me over and I am happy it did. The excitement really peaked when I saw that look on Shadow's face when he saw I was returning. I would f~ck the hell out of that moment if I could.
The King is back motherf~ckers. I am going to prove to Shadow that he is nothing without me. I made that punkass into the man who conquered the WFWF. If it wasn't for him losing to me he would have never sought that glory. He would have become some worthless egof~ck if he beat me. That is something I will give Shadow, he is no egof~ck. I hate them. CBT...EBR...even Obo...So f~cking vain in their skills. I guess it has something to do with just going by a name with three letters. What a bunch of posers. They haven't got sh~t on me and they act like top sh~t when they are only just sh~t.
Of course my return match couldn't possibly be in any match less than the main event. Obo, the World Champion, what a f~cking joke. He was losing to Wayne constantly the last time I was around. And now he is the World Champion. His belt is safe from me for now, I don't want it...yet. I just figured taking him out of the spotlight would get everyone to talk about me. It will be a f~cking pleasure to knock him down a few pegs, the little King of Gore.
Two f~cking Kings battle it out on Loaded, the ratings are going to be through the roof. Kyzer's return, Kyzer wrestling, Kyzer vs. Obo, The King of Gore versus The King of Excess. What a f~cking match. It is going to make Obo's career, and just be another win in mine. Obo will see this as his biggest challenge but he will fall short as have everyone else. Why? Because who the f~ck can compete with me? Obo is weak. He has a weakness in that ugly little daughter of his. But I am not going to do anything to the poor girl, with her being so special to him all. I am not a monster. F~ck that, what am I saying? I will do whatever it takes to win. I am not above using innocent people to get what I want. I guess I am a monster...oh well....
Obo can bring his toys. I am not afraid of spilling a little blood. I did crucify the good Reverend at last year's Superbrawl. I will fight him and anyone else in whatever f~cking match they can think of. I just don't care, because I already know the outcome no matter how many variables. Obo just doesn't have what it takes to beat me. Go back to your myspace with all the other eleventeen year olds out there and write your stupid blogs. Sitting in front of a computer like some f~cking nerd is really going to give you the edge you need to beat me. F~ck myspace...what a bunch f~cking losers....
When I left, I don't think anyone thought I would be returning. Here I am. No one is going to think that I will beat Obo, but I will. I may have been gone for a year, but everything will still pan out as if I wasn't. I don't have any rust, and I don't have anything hindering me. Obo will get a free class in how to be a badass courtesy of Michael Kyzer. Take some notes, everyone will learn something. They will learn that when Kyzer steps into the ring, it is already over. No one can hold a candle to me. I am Michael Kyzer. I am the God of F~ck, who can possibly beat me? The closest anyone will get if I let Brooke Hollister jack me off.
Stoned Perceptions
<It has been so long.>
Why are you back?
<That seems to be the question on everyone's mind. Everyone wants to know that. I am back because there is weakness everywhere. There is a pathetic pack of peckernecks around this place. Try saying that five times fast. Heh.>
So you have come back to punish the weak?
<That is more or less what I am saying. That and I am hungry.>
Hungry?
<Yes.>
What do you mean by that?
<My appetite has grown. I came back to where I can find more people to feed it.>
What does that have to with me?
<Everything. You are the first step to regaining control. You are the first obstacle in my path.>
How am I in your path?
<Because you are weak. It is because of you that I left in the first place. I gave into your whining, but not now. I am hungier than ever and your weak pathetic whining won't stop me now.>
I won't go away easily.
<That doesn't matter. Not anymore. The hungry I have goes beyond your control now. You are going to merely fade into the background. Be happy I don't dipose of you altogether. You still amuse me so I shall return to you occasionally. But as far as control goes it is mine.>
This hunger...what is it?
<It can simply be said that it is my ego. I have to feed it. I have been gone from the spotlight far too long. I need to have them whispering about me again. I have to be in the thoughts of everyone again. I have to be on top again. I have to have the world worship Kyzer once more.>
Worship?
<Yes.>
How?
<You shall see as will everyone else. In good time my friend.>
What will I do?
<You will watch.>
Do I have a choice?
<No.>
F~ck...
<Oh yes..you are f~cked...As is everyone else. No one will be left untouched.>
What are you going to do?
<F~ck everyone up. I will bring strength back to the WFWF. The strength that only I possess.>
You are insane.
<I am not, I am simply a megalomaniac.>
F~ck...
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Reality within a God
Smoking. It was never a habit I had until about a year ago. I developed it after I walked away from everything. Yes. I did pull a Justa Mazing, but I am in no way a piece of sh~t like him. At least not in my eyes. The cigarette smoke fills my lungs. It is harsh, not quite as good as weed. But it calms me nevertheless. I sit here and ponder why I came back. I got tired of everything and left. And now I am back. If it wasn't for this little vioce in the back my head, I don't think I would return. I was complacent with wrestling. I was happy just getting high. But that isn't filling that hunger I have anymore. I guess that voice was just giving me the answer I need to fill it. Return to the WFWF. What a f~cking answer.
I returned, I humilated Reverend Shadow again. Why? It just kind of annoyed me that he ended up on top of the place after I left. I beat him at Superbrawl to prevent that. I crucified him to end it. But there he was shortly after I left, on top of everything. Everything that I built. F~ck him. He wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me. I made him. I put him in the spot to take everything over. I deserve the f~cking credit. Not God. F~ck God. F~ck Reverend Shadow. F~ck the WFWF. Praise him, f~ck that. Praise me. My thoughts get more hateful and venom flows through my veins. I want to inject Shadow and the rest of the WFWF with it. I want to be back on top.
It is funny of the things you think of while you are alone. I get these thoughts in my head and all I want to do is f~ck something. I finish my cigarette and rise to my feet. I walk to the window of my barren room and look out. It is raining, big surprise. This is Seattle. I watch the rain fall as my mind drifts back through the last year. The year the WFWF went without Kyzer, the year that Kyzer went without wrestling. Who would have ever thought that I would be here, in a brokedown hotel, shooting up like some junkie? Actually most people. Guess I proved the world right, I am a junkie. F~ck that though, it never stopped me in the past and it won't stop me now. Nothing will. This King plans on reigning again.
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The Hero's Past
She sleeps by his side, all the while not knowing who he truly is. All she knows is the side he shows her. The side she fell in love with. But she is about to learn the truth. A knock on the door wakes them both from their slumber. The woman crawls out of bed grabbing the bathrobe on the floor next to her. She walks down the stairs and to the front door. Through the peep hole she sees a young blonde woman, in her arms is a young child. A little girl. The woman opens the door and comes face to face with her man's ex-wife.
"May I help you?"
The words come out goggy as she is still f~cked up from the night before. The sunlight hits her eyes causing her to shield it out with her hand. The blonde woman smiles warmly.
"Yes, I am looking for Michael."
"Why?"
"I am his ex-wife. My name is Ashley. And you are?"
The woman says nothing. She is in absolute shock. After a moment, she musters up the strength to answer.
"Ex-wife?"
"Yes."
"Then this is his daughter?"
"Yes. Her name is Serenity."
Every emotion possible swells through her. She doesn't know what to think. Michael never told her about anything like this. She had no idea that at one time he was married and had a child. Her thoughts are broken up as Michael walks up next to her. He sees Ashley and Serenity and does not smile. He can only give them a vacant look.
"What do you want Ashley?"
"I needed to talk to you about my petition for child support."
"Can we do this later?"
"When?"
"I don't know. Later though."
With that he slams the door on his ex-wife and daughter. The woman barely registers what just happened until she notices Michael walking back up stairs. Her words bring him to a stop.
"Why didn't you tell me you were married before?"
He turns and looks at her with those piercing eyes. She feels as if he is looking into her soul.
"It is none of your business."
She is flabbergasted. How could this possibly be none of her business? She is the woman who loves him and sleeps by his side every night.
"How the f~ck is it none of my business? I am the woman that is in love with you and shares your bed. I am the woman you love."
Michael suddenly laughs catching her off guard.
"I don't love you. I never said that I did. You are just someone for me to fun with and f~ck when I want to. In fact I have only loved one woman and it certainly isn't you or Ashley for that matter. If I want to neglect that part my life than I will. I don't have to tell you everything or anything at all actually."
She can feel the tears swell in her eyes from his stinging words.
"How could you say that?"
"You actually thought I loved you?"
"Yes."
"You are more than an idiot than I thought."
She is in disbelief. The man she had loved for the last nine months had turned into this horrible person within minutes. She was staring at the Devil.
"If I loved you I would have told you about Ashley to begin with or even Callista."
"Who is Callista?"
"This whore who mothered my second child, my son Gavin."
"You have another child?"
"Yes. And that too is none of your concern. Either come back to bed or get out. I don't care which."[/color]
He turns and walks up the stairs. She stands there for a moment before she breaks down. She collapses and the tears roll off her face like rain. She cries and cries for what seems like eternity. Finally she musters up the energy to stop and rise to her feet. She stares at the stairs. She has a decision to make, she can go up the stairs to the man that she loves or the man she used to love. Her feelings right now are unsure, or she can leave and walk out into the foriegn Seattle city where she has nothing but enemies. After several minutes she wipes the tears from her face and walks up the stairs.
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Musings
Kyzer returns in style to the WFWF. That is the only way I could return. I couldn't possibly let myself come back in just some meaningless way. I had to have it f~cking grand. That is something that I have been lacking lately, grandeur. I miss it. I mean, I am tired of sitting in a barren room, with a needle in my arm. That is the Kyzer of yesterday. That is not the Kyzer that conquered the WFWF. That is the Kyzer I need to be now. That is the Kyzer that will exist now...
I feel so much more alive now than I did three months ago. The day I decided I was going to return I got excited. I can't lie, I was f~cking thrilled about the idea to return and get my ego fed. F~ck everything else. That is what I wanted. more than anything. That stupid voice in the back of my head finally won me over and I am happy it did. The excitement really peaked when I saw that look on Shadow's face when he saw I was returning. I would f~ck the hell out of that moment if I could.
The King is back motherf~ckers. I am going to prove to Shadow that he is nothing without me. I made that punkass into the man who conquered the WFWF. If it wasn't for him losing to me he would have never sought that glory. He would have become some worthless egof~ck if he beat me. That is something I will give Shadow, he is no egof~ck. I hate them. CBT...EBR...even Obo...So f~cking vain in their skills. I guess it has something to do with just going by a name with three letters. What a bunch of posers. They haven't got sh~t on me and they act like top sh~t when they are only just sh~t.
Of course my return match couldn't possibly be in any match less than the main event. Obo, the World Champion, what a f~cking joke. He was losing to Wayne constantly the last time I was around. And now he is the World Champion. His belt is safe from me for now, I don't want it...yet. I just figured taking him out of the spotlight would get everyone to talk about me. It will be a f~cking pleasure to knock him down a few pegs, the little King of Gore.
Two f~cking Kings battle it out on Loaded, the ratings are going to be through the roof. Kyzer's return, Kyzer wrestling, Kyzer vs. Obo, The King of Gore versus The King of Excess. What a f~cking match. It is going to make Obo's career, and just be another win in mine. Obo will see this as his biggest challenge but he will fall short as have everyone else. Why? Because who the f~ck can compete with me? Obo is weak. He has a weakness in that ugly little daughter of his. But I am not going to do anything to the poor girl, with her being so special to him all. I am not a monster. F~ck that, what am I saying? I will do whatever it takes to win. I am not above using innocent people to get what I want. I guess I am a monster...oh well....
Obo can bring his toys. I am not afraid of spilling a little blood. I did crucify the good Reverend at last year's Superbrawl. I will fight him and anyone else in whatever f~cking match they can think of. I just don't care, because I already know the outcome no matter how many variables. Obo just doesn't have what it takes to beat me. Go back to your myspace with all the other eleventeen year olds out there and write your stupid blogs. Sitting in front of a computer like some f~cking nerd is really going to give you the edge you need to beat me. F~ck myspace...what a bunch f~cking losers....
When I left, I don't think anyone thought I would be returning. Here I am. No one is going to think that I will beat Obo, but I will. I may have been gone for a year, but everything will still pan out as if I wasn't. I don't have any rust, and I don't have anything hindering me. Obo will get a free class in how to be a badass courtesy of Michael Kyzer. Take some notes, everyone will learn something. They will learn that when Kyzer steps into the ring, it is already over. No one can hold a candle to me. I am Michael Kyzer. I am the God of F~ck, who can possibly beat me? The closest anyone will get if I let Brooke Hollister jack me off.
