Every time he closed his eyes, Keith Howard saw the cynical smile of his mortal enemy Maximillion Pegasus. He was humiliated and depressed at the end of the Duel Monsters Championship title match, when that sick bastard Pegasus used a random punk kid from the audience to come and finish him. The proud Bandit Keith, he was called bandit by his mother, Mother Howard, could not wrap his head around how this psycho defeated him the way he did. Keith wanted revenge, even if it meant getting his hands on Pegasus one way or the other.
Getting ready to go to Pegasus' castle on his own private island, which Keith hated him even more for the fact he had his own castle on his own island, he trained non stop both physically and duel-istically. Hours in the gym, beating away at punching bags that looked like Pegasus. Everything looked like Pegasus to him. He was on a strict of regimen of Bruce Springsteen and T-Bone steak, cooked to perfected crispness by the grilling prowess of Mother Howard. He wanted to get every last bit of America he could get before he left for the yaoi shores of Japan. He went to heavy metal concerts, strip clubs, and McDonald's playplaces, meeting anyone he could to help him perfect his skill. He met no one that could help him and because of this he went back to Mother Howard's strong arms for a last embrace. He was ready.
"Mom! I'm heading out!" the 26 year old, fully grown man said as he left his mother's house to start his journey to bump heads with MP.
"Keither, where are you going?" said poor Mother Howard, worried that her son might leave her the same way her husband did. To another man.
"I'm going to find a certain man.." said Keith, only confirming his mother's fears. She cried her way back into her Lazy Boy.
"Mother, it's not like that." He sighed and knelt beside her. "Remember that tournament that I entered? I was humiliated and depressed at the end of the Duel Monsters Championship title match, when that sick bastard Pegasus used a random punk kid from the audience to come and finish me."
"Just tell me son, my only son. Are you... gay? You know how un-American that is, to be-"
Keith was shocked. "Mother Howard! Are you seriously calling your son, your only son, an, un-American homosexual?"
"No, I just-" He suckerpunched her square in the jaw.
"You... are dead to me." No one could get away with calling him un-American and come out unscathed. He picked up his bags and left solemnly.
His mother... his own mother. It was all he could think about as he paddleboated his way across the Pacific Ocean, with no map or sense of direction. How could Pegasus do this to my mother, my poor, voluptuous, sex kitten Mother Howard! He will pay for making me feel humiliated and depressed at the end of the Duel Monsters Championship title match, when that sick bastard Pegasus used a random punk kid from the audience to come and finish me.
Mother... Tell your children not to walk my way... tell your children not to hear my words, what they mean, what they say, mother... MOTHHHERRRR... HOWARDDDDD