Post by Kidd Krazzy on Dec 27, 2016 18:28:24 GMT -5
I lost.
I lost it.
I lost it all.
Gam gam and Paw Paw
Gone, My fault
Dad, Mom, Cody
He took them, Destroyed them.
They found Cody dead in Louisiana, Had to go see him, to identify the body.
They Say he OD'ed. I know better
Gone My Fault.
Felicia, My beautiful brave cousin,
Shot, point blank and dumped in the Bayou.
Gone, because I kept at O’Neal,
Lilith, the beautiful woman, who..who’s lips tasted like sangria
Gone, because i lost my cool an attacked Oblivion.
Camera pans in, Lester's old farm. I hear the door to Zander and I’s room. It opens, it closes. The old floor boards strain and creak under the sheer mass of my friend and bunk mate, Zander Hobbs.
Zander: Kidd...Kidd *he nudges me with his foot.* Dude James, you been sitting on the floor staring at the ps4 log in screen for three days. I’m getting worried bout you man. All the brothers are.
He is right. I been here sitting Indian style staring blankly at the screen, like I do now, like I have since...since I failed everyone. I didn't get my vengeance on Jason O’Neal for being involved in my grandparents deaths. I didn't get vengeance for my Parents, who sold their souls to that devil of a man. I didn't correct the wrong, the wrong O’Neal did when he pumped my brother Cody full of drugs and left him for dead. Cody died for my errors. Felicia, my smart beautiful cousin was shot, trying to take down that creep. Shot and dumped into the Bayou like yesterday's garbage. What do I do? Do i go out there and destroy that man? That monster? No I play dress-up and get beat again, lost everything, including another shot at the Alpha title. I lost my cool as well, my emotions got the better of me at I ran out, and assaulted the man beast Oblivion. I… I got Lilith thrown into the shark tanks, eaten… killed like everyone else I love. I’m like King Midas except everything that loves me turns to ash, guess I'm more like the mutant Dust in that aspect except I don't have to touch them.
Zander: Kidd? Kidd you in there dude? I said what you gunna do bout Obi man?
Kidd: Monster...I can't face him, He...he kill…
I go blank again. How can i have hope. Hope to beat a creature like Oblivion. He and O’Neal aren't mere men, they...they are monsters beyond my abilities. I’m just some kid in a grownups world, why did I think I’d be able to make it in the WCF.
Zander: I don't like this side you man, ya gotta Superman up bro, you got a match dude. You're going against that big leader dude of Zero Tolerance, Ya know the arch nemesis of the Brotherhood? Kidd?
I hear Zander sigh, then he flops his large self down beside me and picks up my controller, and selects Diablo 3. He Plays Xerina, His Demon Hunter. Zander tries to say its cuz he likes the crossbows, but I know its just cuz he likes to look at her butt. After about an hour of wallering in my self pity and reliving what that monster did to Lilith, my thumb starts to twitch. It gets that way when I have game withdraws, and can't help it Zander sucks as Xerina. Another hour passes and I can't resist it any longer, my troubles push to the back of my mind as I grab controller two and log in as Yabijinn, My level 35 barbarian. Zander smiles, jerk knew this would get me to stop thinking bout life for awhile. The Brotherhood is my safe place.
Zander: Don't worry brother I’m coming to slam, to watch you in person beat the Joker.
Kidd:Thanks brother.
They know how to help, each in their own ways. We play for hours, I end up at level 40, so not bad for just a few hours, but Miss Karma comes in telling us, in words Gam gam woulda loathed, to come eat. Zander leaves to get his munch on, I go back to thinking, first of Oblivion's massive hands wrapped tight around the fragile, soft lilac smelling neck of Lilith as he tossed her into that tank, then my thoughts drift to the 6 foot 3, 325 pound painted psycho that runs Zero Tolerance. Wha… What if his Evil side breaks my neck with that driver of his, and...and I end up dead in the ring? I suppose at least I’d get to see my beautiful Lilo once more, maybe even work up the courage to be her official Stitch in heaven.
I’m not how long it's been since Zander waddled off to eat, most likely a few hours, but then the door flies open. I smell fresh cookies, Pomp just bursted into my room. I don't even look up.
Psychopomp: Hey man, you didn't come eat so brought you cookies. Kidd? *he sits next to me* This loading screen that interesting eh? Zander said you were all upset and stuff.
I just keep staring blankly ahead, but my stomach growls louder than a male Lion during mating season. I haven't eaten since ONE, and the smell of Pomps cream cheese sugar cookies wafts into my nostrils smelling as sweet as Lilith's deep embrace. Pomp hears my treacherous solar plexus and jams handfuls of cookies into my face. Crumbs fall everywhere as at first I try to resist, taken back by the sheer abruptness of this confectionery onslaught. Then when I can no longer struggle against my demanding mid section or Psychopomp’s surprising strength , I begin shoving cookies in at lightning speeds annihilating them, as crumbs fly everywhere. Pomp laughs as I do my Cookie Monster imitation. After I am full of sugary goodness, we lay there laughing on the old wooden floor of what used to be Lester’s majestic farm house.
Kidd: It sucks Lester lost his last match before leaving us, not to mention we let him down too.
Pomp: Hey Dion, Bish, and Dk all won as did FPV, that's pretty good! Besides no point dwelling on the past brother, gotta pick yourself up and carry on as Dion said.
Before I can respond, the door flys open and in comes the tall lanky joke machine, Joe Smarts.
Joe: Heyya KIdd!!! I heard your sad so I came to tell ya some jokes. What do you call a sad cup of coffee?
Pomp: Ummm I'm not sure now…
Joe: A depresso! What's good about depression?
Kidd: I’m going to shower…
I get up and walk to the bathroom, as I strip off my smelly and torn Ash Ketchum Cosplay, I hear Joe continue his joke.
Joe: You always have your funeral planned in advance! Awe come on it was fun-aye!
Pomp: ummm let's go do our chores Joe.
He grabs the man by the shirt collar and drags him out of my room as Smarts fires of six more jokes in rapid concession.
I wash the grime and sweat away i start to slightly feel better again. The warm cascading waters seem to be therapeutic and help me forget about Smarts horribly timed jokes.
1 am.
AWwwwwwwwwwweeeeeee! What? Where am I? I look around. Sharks, sharks swimming everywhere. Then I see her. My Princess Zelda, Lilith. She's even dressed like Princess Zelda, and I’m Link. I try to swim to her but ever foot closer I get, a shark bumps her with its snout. I freeze in terror as a large Great White rips a frying pan size chunk of soft warm flesh from the helpless woman’s flailing body. Tears run down my eyes and my body goes completely stiff. I can’t move a muscle as Lilith screams as the sharks strip flesh from bone and the water becomes a crimson swirling tide pool.
Sharks, Lilith’s luscious body, my own puny physique all swirls around and down into the abyss until I’m now in a strange warehouse filled with computers. I see Cody, laying on the concrete foaming at the mouth, needle dangling from his veiny arm. A single tear rolls down the left side my face, then I see it. Felicia typing away on the computer, a strange woman and Jason O’Neal behind her. The woman says something and pulls a gun. I try to run but I’m moving like I’m stuck in the Matrix.
Sharks, Lilith’s luscious body, my own puny physique all swirls around and down into the abyss until I’m now in a strange warehouse filled with computers. I see Cody, laying on the concrete foaming at the mouth, needle dangling from his veiny arm. A single tear rolls down the left side my face, then I see it. Felicia typing away on the computer, a strange woman and Jason O’Neal behind her. The woman says something and pulls a gun. I try to run but I’m moving like I’m stuck in the Matrix.
BLAM!
I can see the bullet, and I pump my legs harder, faster. I get to my cousin just as she falls into my arms, a crimson wave bathes my face. I lift Felicia's face up to mine and see the exit wound between her eyes. The bullet bore its way through the back of her skull straight thru and out between her eyes. I pick pieces of my cousin off me as I look up and the woman and O’Neal are laughing. I rush them but as I do the world spins again,and I fall...down…..down down until I’m in a truck with grandpa again.
I have no idea where we are headed but a car speeds up from behind, it slams into Gramps truck. I try to speak but my throat is to dry and my lips won’t open. The car hits again, this time it sends our truck careening off the road and into a large tree. I watch my grandfather, the man who raised me bleed out right before my very eyes. I can’t move I’m frozen again, and I hear all too familiar laughing. I stare through the shattered windshield to see Jason O’Neal, the woman, Oblivion and Crazy J but as his Evil persona all laughing at me.
I have no idea where we are headed but a car speeds up from behind, it slams into Gramps truck. I try to speak but my throat is to dry and my lips won’t open. The car hits again, this time it sends our truck careening off the road and into a large tree. I watch my grandfather, the man who raised me bleed out right before my very eyes. I can’t move I’m frozen again, and I hear all too familiar laughing. I stare through the shattered windshield to see Jason O’Neal, the woman, Oblivion and Crazy J but as his Evil persona all laughing at me.
Group of laughing psychos: Kidd sucks, Kidd Sucks, Kidd...Kidd...KIddddd
My eyes snap open, and I bolt up. I’m in my bed sweating profusely. It was all a dream. A Firetrucking dream! Zander is standing on his bottom bunk saying my name over again. I assure him I’m fine. I’m not. I lay in bed the rest the morning till 6 am staring at the ceiling to afraid to close my eyes.
When 6 am rolled around, I rolled out of bed all groggy. I go eat and head outdoors to do my chores I’m behind on. The bright sun overhead nearly blinds me. I feel horrible partially because I haven’t pulled my weight this week, but mostly cuz I didn’t sleep much. I see our newest treasure and my old opponent Cj Phoenix and the greatest tv champ in the history of WCF, FPV throwing around hay bales. I go to help them.
Cj: Hey Kidd, you ok? You don't have the same fire you did when were going up against me and O’Neal for my belt?
Kidd: Just alot on my mind guess, welcome to brotherhood Cj.
FPV: Kidd you got the makings of a great champ some day. You have all kinds of letters from fans you draw in. You bring in demographics that no other star can. Heck I read a post the other day saying you give young kids and social outcast hope. You show that nerds and geeks can kick ass too. I know you are in a rough patch right now and you hurt but in this bizz, the show must go on.
Damien: I’ve been where you are Kidd, all the losses and feeling like your at fault for everything. The loss of direction, loss of self, it has happened to all us.
Damien? Where did he come from? Musta came from the barn.
CJ: Yea man, heck I even last ditched effort challenged and lost to Bishop cuz I lost my way.
Damien clasp a hand on my shoulder: We all have at one time or another, but your brothers will pick you up. We will watch over you, protect and guide you. You must do as Dion said and carry on brother. It’s what your loved ones would want man.
I thank them all and turn to leave, but I am cut off by Big Friendly Carl and Wayne approach me.
Fat Fuck Carl: Hey we’re here to get your shoot on that juggalo Crazy J.
Kidd:They’re not juggalo’s Carl, just dudes in paint. Dude I wear paint that make me a juggalo?
FFC: Umm ok, your always too polite to your foes. Well anyway got any words for him?
Do I have words for a man who has more personas than the incredible Hulk does? I haven’t been myself lately but my brothers are right, I have fans depending on me. I look into Wayne's camera.
Kidd: Hey, J.
Something I've noticed something about you dude.
It's something that's only recently come to light actually. I know, grumble, grumble. Ya gonna have to listen to this nerd talk games for a minute or two.
Oh the injustice. But listen you should. Because what I have have to say, well. It's....
Something I've noticed something about you dude.
It's something that's only recently come to light actually. I know, grumble, grumble. Ya gonna have to listen to this nerd talk games for a minute or two.
Oh the injustice. But listen you should. Because what I have have to say, well. It's....
It's serious.
J, you and ZT. You were the all dominant force around here, you were the fun lovin' criminals, like One piece; sailing the high seas, getting into scrapes. It was all plain sailing, the wind in your sails. Then Pantheon arrived. And you became last year's Call of Duty or NHL 2016.
Do you know what happens to yearly released games?
Do you know what happens to yearly released games?
Do you?
They expire.
You J.
You've expired. You're out of time.
This is the era of a better Krazzy. One with more Z's and less L's.
You've expired. You're out of time.
This is the era of a better Krazzy. One with more Z's and less L's.
I'm gonna collect your scalp like Sonic does rings brother!
Lock you in a ball and train you to another level.
Lock you in a ball and train you to another level.
You're Mine.
J. Mine like Drake on Meek.
FFC: Nice Kidd good to see a bit your fiery spirit return. Anything else you wanna say?
Don’t kill me? Don’t snuff me out or behead me? I have many things I wanna say, but my adrenaline is fading off and my confidence is faltering yet again.
Kidd: Can we call it a wrap for now and edit some more in later? I.. I think I’m just going go back to my room. All this fresh air is gettin….
I’m cut off by a wooden sword and shield being shoved into my gut.
Dion: Come.
Kidd: But..I..
Dion: I...Said...COME!
Dion wasn’t messing, so I decided I best follow him.
Dion has been very intense lately since defeating Rise and taking Lester’s position as a second in command type. He pulled a wooden sword out as well, but kept his metal shield. I stared down at my small wooden shield, this is gunna hurt. Dion gets into a medieval stance as i try to copy, horribly.
Dion has been very intense lately since defeating Rise and taking Lester’s position as a second in command type. He pulled a wooden sword out as well, but kept his metal shield. I stared down at my small wooden shield, this is gunna hurt. Dion gets into a medieval stance as i try to copy, horribly.
Dion: Come at me.
Kidd: Umm I’m not really in the…
DIon: I said….COME! Warriors, Warriors do not sulk.
Dion slams his sword down hard on my shield throwing me off balance. He then thrust in with a jab, I hasltiy bat it away and strike back with a feeble attack of my own. He backs up and swipes my sword away.
Dion: When a Spartan was dishonored… * He kicks me hard, i barely get my shield up in time to block* Or If someone killed. * He thrust then slashed again hitting me with relentless combos* or dishonored his loved ones, * he sweeps my leg out from under me and my stiff body hits the cold hard ground fast and brutally.* They get up, train harder, and destroy their opposers!
Kidd: But I’m not a Spartan!
Dion: No your better. *wham thud, his sword slams about me.* You're a brother of the Brotherhood!
Dion goes for a stomp but realizing he is going all out I roll out the way and make another failed attempt to hit him. Dion slams his wooden weapon so hard into my shield it shatters. I panicked and cover my face, dude gunna kill me trying to toughen me up. Reminds me of when gramps made me ride the bull, tough love he said.
Just when I think Dion's gunna clobber me I hear a Gator rolling up. I glance over and see Zander’s large frame and Bishop, his new world title from another company resting on his shoulder. The vehicle comes to a halt next to me and Zander tosses me my Link shield and sword, along with a triforce of courage arm band. I slip on the band and feel my courage come back. I sweep Dion’s legs knocking him to the ground as I kip up.
Kidd: I now have the triforce of courage!
I go to attack Dion, who is already standing yet again and blocks my barrage of attacks. I can't tell exactly but I think the crimson gladiator is smirking behind his shield.
As we spar some more, Bishop begins to speak.
Bishop: Oblivion is dead Kidd.
Kidd:Huh are you sure?
Bishop: Yes. he was shot. Also You should watch this.
It's Crazy J’s promo, or Evil, Maestro, Fix It Joe, Big umm yea Daryl, or this this Jay Wonderful persona, he was so many that even I don't know who he is anymore.
Kidd: Muh..Maybe he legit turned a new leaf? Mean He really doesn’t seem to understand he is same guy when in any his other psyches so this should be a nice clean match right? Besides I never really had any issues with the guy so should just be a friendly competition, * I look back into FFC camera who have been taping the whole time.*
J, Evil, Daryl, Wonderful, grey, green, red Hulk, I don't care who you come to the match as. I’m not gunna back down. I will come at you with the full force of a thousand stampeding Taurus! Your head won’t only be spinning from my pop culture references and arsenal of moves that would put Capcom to shame, but my general tenacity and high energy is going put you in the discount bin! And if you're truly a new and improved Jay, then may the best man win! BY POWER OF GREYSKULL!!! I SHALL BE THE BEST MAN!
I take off running and attacking the Gator as Zander tries to drive away. I get a few wallops in to his head. I may not be fully myself yet, but it feels good to be close to me again even if it may not be for long. I think up of a great cosplay just for my opponent, and for my current depressed mood I been in as I hit Zander once more.
The scene pans back to Bishop and Dion.
Doin: How did you know that would work in restoring some his courage?
Bishop: I wouldn’t be a great leader if I didn’t know what made my men tick. With Obi being gone that helps even more. But I’m more worried about that face painted freak. I feel this new...persona is a ruse. It's more than likely a trap by Zero Tolerance to weaken the Brotherhood by targeting a already wounded brother.
Dion: Nay, Not while there is breathe in the rest the Brotherhood, will those clowns get the jump on one of ours. Kidd has suffered enough lately. The brothers and I will have Kidd’s back you take care of Fpv and your tag match.
Bishop clasp his hand on Dion’s shoulder: Aye brother, and you get out there and win that bash. This will be the year of the Brotherhood and no painted schizo or a Dead wanna be monster is going to stop that!