WK2: Mike Wrecka (0-1) VS. Camp Bell (1-0) [MIKE WRECKA WINS, 6-1.]

[Mike Wrecka]

episode one, mother gives birth to a son,
born into slavery, servitude has begun/
soon he grew to become, a child who refused to succumb,
to the pressure of the tasks his master rudely pursued to be done/
while a feud had been brung, by a sinister menace,
unaware of the presence, he studied cybergenetics/
when a knight and his apprentice, walked into the shop,
that he was forced to work at all day, fixing robots/
their ship had got shot, wanting to get back into space,
but lacking funds they wagered on a race about to take place/
in need of a driver, so the boy volunteered,
finished first off in the clear as the creatures in the crowd cheered/
after all of these years, finally his freedom was here!,
but he discovered not for his mother and this brought him to tears/
was promised a better life, under the care of the knight,
so little orphan Annie got on the space ship and took flight/
but everything wasn't all right, they were in a fight against evil,
so they set off on a mission to save a princess and her people/


many years have passed, since that victorious clash,
the boy turned into a man, who kicked a whole lotta ass/
his attitude was brash, always flew reckless and fast,
not afraid to crash because of his tenuous past/
used to smile and laugh, which essentially masked,
the aftermath of his family being torn in half/
chose a path, took an oath, to serve and protect,
while learning a mystical art, with a sharp disconnect/
it was hard to accept, that emotions have no use really,
so when he fell in love, he had to hide his true feelings/
denied, glued to the ceiling, not permitted to reach,
his true potential, so he was committed to seek/
counsel, but they would speak, only weaknesses about him,
even though when he put his mind to it, he could reach out and move mountains/
it was astounding, so he walked away from the light,
and turned his allegiance to the darkside of the fight/


that man and boy were me, well at least he used to be,
now my bodies biology is alien technology/
I can hardly see and its becoming hard to breathe,
if provoked focus on your throat and start to squeeze/
my hearts diseased, being ripped apart in three,
different directions, and that's where this darkness breeds/
my mind is sharp but please, release me from this cage,
wearing a mask dulls my senses, while increasing my rage/
been seeking for days, months, years, decades,
for the person whose blade made me wear this chest plate/
filled with hate, my offspring think im a monster it seems,
told my son im his father and he started to scream/
cant possibly bring, myself to do him any harm,
and for the first time in a long time im feelin real calm/
take off the mask, see with my own sight,
filled with happiness as I walk back into the light/