Post by tz on Jan 6, 2006 23:51:43 GMT -5
{"I Hear the Train Comin'"}
And, so Michael Kyzer continues his egotistical tyrant against the whole that is the WFWF. It's like a train that just keeps on going, taking various stops only when necessary. I knew they train would get to me some day. I didn't know when, but I knew it would. In fact, I wanted it to. I want Michael Kyzer to focus all that anger, all that ego on to me, Justa Mazing. To be quite honest, I'm flattered he did. I've waited so long for it to happen, and now it finally has. Kyzer thinks his train shall continue on the road to WFWF "glory", that I'm just another "stop" on the way like everyone else he has left laying and . . . drugged . . . in his path. Although, I'm much different. I'm Justa Mazing. Your Michael Kyzer? Not many care. No one, but the hopeless addicts like yourself. They look at you as, well, their "Heroin Hero". They feel as if you are the perfect example, high, or not, drugged, or not, a drug addict can succeed in this world just like you. But, they don't know that you just got lucky considering the brain cells they still have left are barely working. They do not know that you haven't been handed any "true" test, or opponent since the day you stepped foot in the WFWF. Slayer? Maybe . . . Although, I still think that Lady Luck chose against you on that night, and decided to ride the back of Slayer instead that night, Kyzer. The fact of the matter is, your first true test is me. I'm the guy you should be worried about, and I'm finally glad to see you are. I'm finally glad to see your focused on the past, present, and what will continue to be the future of the WFWF in Justa Mazing. Yeah, that's right, no matter what anyone says Kyzer, you aren't the future. And, you can't run anymore. Code Red, our match was canceled. However, it's time to face the challenge, man. It's me, and you, one on one at Hybrid. Sure, Stuart might be the special referee, but come time for our match all of my energy will be focused on you. There is no need to talk about the past, and the wrong-doings of my father anymore, Michael. The spotlight is now focused upon you, and I, or should I say myself.
Oh, the warmth of the sun. Sometimes it is all too welcoming, and sometimes we just wish it would go away. At a hundred and four degrees out in the middle of the desert? We just wish it'd go away. Although, it won't. It never does. And, today it just like any day out in this particular area . . . dry, and hot as hell. The cactus that surround the barren lands tower around the sand, casting large shadows as vultures occupy the light, clear blue sky. The road that runs far off to the east is at a vast distance, and due to the haze of the sun looks more like a mirage than a true image. Though, the train tracks . . . now they look real. And, that's because they are just a few odd feet away from this particular cactus in which a vulture is perched, staring out at the image at hand. And, on these train tracks is something that, while it seems real, must be some sort of mirage. A person out in this weather? This heat? Walking in this vacant desert? Nonsense. Although, it appears not to be . . . It isn't. The male figure seems to glide across the tracks he walks so smooth. Sweat drips from his long, brown hair which is matted down to his forehead due to the heat. His jeans, and blue t-shirt are stuck to his body due to the sweat underneath. Wait, out here? No . . . It can't be. Yet, it is . . . It's Justa Mazing.
Mazing: A road, and a railroad . . . Out here? I feel sorry for those who pass through. And, no, I'm not talking about myself. For I? I have my reasons. I mean, don't I always. I always serve some purpose. I would not be on this Earth if I didn't. My purpose is my mission, and my purpose today is the second step in my mission to dethroning the "Heroin Hero" . . . Michael Kyzer.
He keeps walking. The sweat drips from the wet strands of hair that dangle on the side of his soaked face.
Mazing: Lady Luck has driven Michael Kyzer to his ultimate test in the WFWF . . . me. Although, I assume it is his first test, really. He's gotten by easily so far. But, I plan to change all of that. The world is already corrupt enough without having someone like "him" at the top of this company. Hell, the WFWF is already corrupt enough without having Kyzer at the top of this company. So, I guess you could say I'm fighting for just more than myself come Hybrid, huh? Sure, I don't want to lose, because God knows I'd hate to lose my spot to some rookie. However, in a way, I'm fighting for mankind. Because, say Kyzer does happen to get lucky, and win, and go on to be the "top dog" in the WFWF? Oh, how horrible that would be. Not just for me, not just for the WFWF, but for mankind itself. We can't have a drug addict as the focus of a company that reaches millions of people, and children on a weekly basis, can we? If we do, we might just have another Michael Kyzer on our hands. We already have enough.
He speaks these words as if the heat bother him in the least bit. It's like it isn't even there. It's as if he isn't even aware he is here. But, he does not stop. He continues walking . . . and talking.
Mazing: In a way, I feel I have nothing to worry about. I feel that Kyzer won't even be coherent when he enters the ring come Hybrid, so for someone as smart as myself, it should be no problem. Though, there is the fact that he has defeated everyone of his other opponents, besides Slayer, under the influence, so who knows. But, like I said, I'm not ordinary man. Who is that has the name Justa Mazing?
And, now he is laughing? My God, is he even sane? Or, has the heat caused him to act the way he is. You know, it can do crazy things. Or, is this just another part we have never seen of one Justa Mazing?
Mazing: The train rolls on. The frequent stops have been quick. The train has an accident? It gets repaired. And, then it keep going, going . . . and going. Just like it did before. It just so happens it is ready for its first stop to. That being . . . Justa Mazing. But, there is another passenger waiting to get on board, an unneeded passenger in the form of Stuart.
The same laugh . . . it echoes through the desert once more. The sweat continues to drip across the metal railings as Mazing staggers around in the center of the tracks walking at the same pace he started.
Mazing: In a way, I pity you, Stuart. I mean, you just can't keep your nose out of my business. You just can't keep away from one so gifted as myself, huh? I you are hoping my talent will radiate off my blessed body, and into your wretched soul. Has that been your goal since day one? I hope not, because, if it has been, it sounds like you, and Kyzer have been spending way to much time with a needle stuck in your arm, and not enough time out in the real world. You get your chance at me at Fully Charged, why can't you just let it go for a few weeks? It isn't that hard. I've done it. I do not see why you can not. Remember, I'm the one who first started this thing between us up once again, but it now seems you are the one "addicted" to it, 'aye? It seems at Hybrid I'll have two addicts in one ring, huh? I'm outnumbered. But, I'm not scared. I'm not the kind of guy who fears much. If I had fear in my heart I would have given in a long time ago. And, no Kyzer, I did not give in when I left the WFWF months ago. That was simply a "f*ck you" to the entire roster.
The swagger, the strut of his walk . . . The confidence in Mazing is overwhelming. And, as he walks so calm, in the distance, a whistle of a train is heard. Not to close, not to far away, but definitely close enough to hear.
Mazing: But, back to the story at hand, kids. The train keeps going. It's ever near. I think I can almost hear it . . .
The whistle of the train goes closer. Mazing cups his hand to his ear, laughing again as he does so.
Mazing: Oh yeah, I definitely hear the train comin'. There it is again . . . It's comin' 'round the bend. Kyzer, you're getting closer. I didn't expect you to get here until Hybrid. It looks like Stuart is going to miss it, though.
And, now the roar of the train is definite. Mazing's word are barely heard over the rushing of the engine, and the tooting of the whistle. As it comes into sight, Mazing takes no notice of it. He continues to walk just as he has done, just at the same speed. It seems as if the train is irrelevant to him at the moment. Though, it is now so close it seems that if he does not move the train will run him down. It's fifty feet away . . . forty . . . thirty . . . twenty . . . Wait, it's slowing down . . . ten . . . five . . . It stops. Just as it looked as if it was going to flatten Justa Mazing like a pancake, it actually stops. At the sight of this, Mazing turns around, and stare at its rusted, iron front. Considering he is laughing once more, for some reason, it looks as if he finds it amusing. And, he continues to stand there; No longer moving, no longer walking.
Mazing: You got to the destination, Kyzer, but just like I promised I would, I stopped you in your tracks. Yeah, Justa Mazing is definitely going to put an end to Michael Kyzer.
At this, Mazing walks off the tracks, out into the blistering sun, and out of sight in the haze of the heat as the train starts up again.
And, so Michael Kyzer continues his egotistical tyrant against the whole that is the WFWF. It's like a train that just keeps on going, taking various stops only when necessary. I knew they train would get to me some day. I didn't know when, but I knew it would. In fact, I wanted it to. I want Michael Kyzer to focus all that anger, all that ego on to me, Justa Mazing. To be quite honest, I'm flattered he did. I've waited so long for it to happen, and now it finally has. Kyzer thinks his train shall continue on the road to WFWF "glory", that I'm just another "stop" on the way like everyone else he has left laying and . . . drugged . . . in his path. Although, I'm much different. I'm Justa Mazing. Your Michael Kyzer? Not many care. No one, but the hopeless addicts like yourself. They look at you as, well, their "Heroin Hero". They feel as if you are the perfect example, high, or not, drugged, or not, a drug addict can succeed in this world just like you. But, they don't know that you just got lucky considering the brain cells they still have left are barely working. They do not know that you haven't been handed any "true" test, or opponent since the day you stepped foot in the WFWF. Slayer? Maybe . . . Although, I still think that Lady Luck chose against you on that night, and decided to ride the back of Slayer instead that night, Kyzer. The fact of the matter is, your first true test is me. I'm the guy you should be worried about, and I'm finally glad to see you are. I'm finally glad to see your focused on the past, present, and what will continue to be the future of the WFWF in Justa Mazing. Yeah, that's right, no matter what anyone says Kyzer, you aren't the future. And, you can't run anymore. Code Red, our match was canceled. However, it's time to face the challenge, man. It's me, and you, one on one at Hybrid. Sure, Stuart might be the special referee, but come time for our match all of my energy will be focused on you. There is no need to talk about the past, and the wrong-doings of my father anymore, Michael. The spotlight is now focused upon you, and I, or should I say myself.
Oh, the warmth of the sun. Sometimes it is all too welcoming, and sometimes we just wish it would go away. At a hundred and four degrees out in the middle of the desert? We just wish it'd go away. Although, it won't. It never does. And, today it just like any day out in this particular area . . . dry, and hot as hell. The cactus that surround the barren lands tower around the sand, casting large shadows as vultures occupy the light, clear blue sky. The road that runs far off to the east is at a vast distance, and due to the haze of the sun looks more like a mirage than a true image. Though, the train tracks . . . now they look real. And, that's because they are just a few odd feet away from this particular cactus in which a vulture is perched, staring out at the image at hand. And, on these train tracks is something that, while it seems real, must be some sort of mirage. A person out in this weather? This heat? Walking in this vacant desert? Nonsense. Although, it appears not to be . . . It isn't. The male figure seems to glide across the tracks he walks so smooth. Sweat drips from his long, brown hair which is matted down to his forehead due to the heat. His jeans, and blue t-shirt are stuck to his body due to the sweat underneath. Wait, out here? No . . . It can't be. Yet, it is . . . It's Justa Mazing.
Mazing: A road, and a railroad . . . Out here? I feel sorry for those who pass through. And, no, I'm not talking about myself. For I? I have my reasons. I mean, don't I always. I always serve some purpose. I would not be on this Earth if I didn't. My purpose is my mission, and my purpose today is the second step in my mission to dethroning the "Heroin Hero" . . . Michael Kyzer.
He keeps walking. The sweat drips from the wet strands of hair that dangle on the side of his soaked face.
Mazing: Lady Luck has driven Michael Kyzer to his ultimate test in the WFWF . . . me. Although, I assume it is his first test, really. He's gotten by easily so far. But, I plan to change all of that. The world is already corrupt enough without having someone like "him" at the top of this company. Hell, the WFWF is already corrupt enough without having Kyzer at the top of this company. So, I guess you could say I'm fighting for just more than myself come Hybrid, huh? Sure, I don't want to lose, because God knows I'd hate to lose my spot to some rookie. However, in a way, I'm fighting for mankind. Because, say Kyzer does happen to get lucky, and win, and go on to be the "top dog" in the WFWF? Oh, how horrible that would be. Not just for me, not just for the WFWF, but for mankind itself. We can't have a drug addict as the focus of a company that reaches millions of people, and children on a weekly basis, can we? If we do, we might just have another Michael Kyzer on our hands. We already have enough.
He speaks these words as if the heat bother him in the least bit. It's like it isn't even there. It's as if he isn't even aware he is here. But, he does not stop. He continues walking . . . and talking.
Mazing: In a way, I feel I have nothing to worry about. I feel that Kyzer won't even be coherent when he enters the ring come Hybrid, so for someone as smart as myself, it should be no problem. Though, there is the fact that he has defeated everyone of his other opponents, besides Slayer, under the influence, so who knows. But, like I said, I'm not ordinary man. Who is that has the name Justa Mazing?
And, now he is laughing? My God, is he even sane? Or, has the heat caused him to act the way he is. You know, it can do crazy things. Or, is this just another part we have never seen of one Justa Mazing?
Mazing: The train rolls on. The frequent stops have been quick. The train has an accident? It gets repaired. And, then it keep going, going . . . and going. Just like it did before. It just so happens it is ready for its first stop to. That being . . . Justa Mazing. But, there is another passenger waiting to get on board, an unneeded passenger in the form of Stuart.
The same laugh . . . it echoes through the desert once more. The sweat continues to drip across the metal railings as Mazing staggers around in the center of the tracks walking at the same pace he started.
Mazing: In a way, I pity you, Stuart. I mean, you just can't keep your nose out of my business. You just can't keep away from one so gifted as myself, huh? I you are hoping my talent will radiate off my blessed body, and into your wretched soul. Has that been your goal since day one? I hope not, because, if it has been, it sounds like you, and Kyzer have been spending way to much time with a needle stuck in your arm, and not enough time out in the real world. You get your chance at me at Fully Charged, why can't you just let it go for a few weeks? It isn't that hard. I've done it. I do not see why you can not. Remember, I'm the one who first started this thing between us up once again, but it now seems you are the one "addicted" to it, 'aye? It seems at Hybrid I'll have two addicts in one ring, huh? I'm outnumbered. But, I'm not scared. I'm not the kind of guy who fears much. If I had fear in my heart I would have given in a long time ago. And, no Kyzer, I did not give in when I left the WFWF months ago. That was simply a "f*ck you" to the entire roster.
The swagger, the strut of his walk . . . The confidence in Mazing is overwhelming. And, as he walks so calm, in the distance, a whistle of a train is heard. Not to close, not to far away, but definitely close enough to hear.
Mazing: But, back to the story at hand, kids. The train keeps going. It's ever near. I think I can almost hear it . . .
The whistle of the train goes closer. Mazing cups his hand to his ear, laughing again as he does so.
Mazing: Oh yeah, I definitely hear the train comin'. There it is again . . . It's comin' 'round the bend. Kyzer, you're getting closer. I didn't expect you to get here until Hybrid. It looks like Stuart is going to miss it, though.
And, now the roar of the train is definite. Mazing's word are barely heard over the rushing of the engine, and the tooting of the whistle. As it comes into sight, Mazing takes no notice of it. He continues to walk just as he has done, just at the same speed. It seems as if the train is irrelevant to him at the moment. Though, it is now so close it seems that if he does not move the train will run him down. It's fifty feet away . . . forty . . . thirty . . . twenty . . . Wait, it's slowing down . . . ten . . . five . . . It stops. Just as it looked as if it was going to flatten Justa Mazing like a pancake, it actually stops. At the sight of this, Mazing turns around, and stare at its rusted, iron front. Considering he is laughing once more, for some reason, it looks as if he finds it amusing. And, he continues to stand there; No longer moving, no longer walking.
Mazing: You got to the destination, Kyzer, but just like I promised I would, I stopped you in your tracks. Yeah, Justa Mazing is definitely going to put an end to Michael Kyzer.
At this, Mazing walks off the tracks, out into the blistering sun, and out of sight in the haze of the heat as the train starts up again.
