Post by Kyzer on Aug 20, 2014 3:13:57 GMT -5
If you like violence you will like this…
Tugarin Zmey will murder Kyle Matthews….
If you like watching bitches get spayed you will love this…
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7/21/2014
DMK stares at the door. He hadn’t seen the woman behind the door in a couple of years. This was the last place he wanted to be. He knew this was the only place he hadn’t checked though. And he was getting desperate. He really wanted to find his best friend. He wanted to find Michael Kyzer. He needed to find Michael Kyzer. Tugarin Zmey stands behind him, silent as always. DMK’s hesitation to get this over with made him worry. The little man was never afraid of anything. He wondered if Zmey could smell the fear in him. Would Zmey see him as weak now?
DMK: Fucking….
He trails off as he finally puts fist to wood and knocks on the door. A tiny fist pounds wood. Take that how you want. After a moment the door flies open and a little girl appears. She stands taller than DMK at a fraction of his age. Her blond hair comes from mother but those eyes of her eyes definitely come from Michael Kyzer.
Serenity: Hel…
She doesn’t even finish her greeting as her face lights up and she quickly engulfs DMK in a hug.
Serenity: Uncle D!!!!
DMK: You know I don’t like that name.
He tries to act tough in front of his niece but just feeling her warmth and her love for him are just too much for him to ignore. He breaks out in a smile and embraces her back. He never could be as cold to her as Michael was. DMK was a real softie around his niece. A moment later her mother appeared in the doorway. To say she was as excited as her daughter to see the midget would be overstating it. She gives Zmey a long glance and then at the little man after her daughter lets him go.
Ashley: Serenity, you need to go back inside.
Serenity: But it is Uncle…
She doesn’t finish as the look that Ashley gives her tells her she needs to listen. She looks over at DMK with an innocent smile and darts in the house behind her mother.
Ashley: D, it’s been awhile. What can I do for you?
DMK stares at her. She isn’t happy to see him. She doesn’t even ask about the seven foot giant behind him. She is entirely focused on him.
DMK: You aren’t nearly as excited to see your brother as your daughter is.
Sarcasm is used as a deflection tactic, to hopefully embolden the midget.
Ashley: She doesn’t know that her uncle is a drug dealing piece of shit.
The words hit DMK in the heart but he stays tough.
Ashley: She also doesn’t know that her uncle chose to side with her piece of shit father over his own flesh and blood.
DMK couldn’t help but flashback in his mind to the last dispute between his sister and his brother in law, Michael Kyzer. He quickly shakes the memories from his mind. Bad thoughts and negativity only bring upon bad fortunes or some Zen thing like that.
DMK: Fair enough.
Ashley: What can I do for you, D?
DMK: I was wondering if you had heard from Michael. I am trying to track him down.
Ashley: What in the world made you think that I would have heard from him? I haven’t spoken to him since our fight at the hospital. Truthfully after that, I would rather not hear from him anyways. As far as I am concerned Serenity lost her father that day as well.
That actually pained DMK to hear that. He knows that Michael has never been the most dedicated father but DMK always felt like somewhere in him, Michael cared for his daughter. Serenity was a sweet girl that even gangster ass midgets like DMK couldn’t stay all street tough around her.
Ashley: Couldn’t you just call about something like this?
DMK: I didn’t think you would answer.
Part of him actually wanted to see his family again. Even if they didn’t want to see him.
DMK: I was in the area anyways.
She knew that was a lie.
Ashley: Why don’t you know where he is anyways? You have become his whipping boy the last couple of years; you would be the person I would go to if I was looking for him.
DMK chooses to ignore the whipping boy comment.
DMK: I haven’t seen him since the hospital incident. He dropped off the face of the earth after that.
Ashley: You sure he hasn’t dropped dead somewhere with a needle in his arm?
DMK wasn’t used to seeing this hostility from his sister. This was the woman that for years tried to reach out and save Michael Kyzer for years. This was the woman who refused to give up on him despite being slighted again and again by him. This woman put up with more abuse than most battered women but still stood strong with the belief that was some good in the father of her daughter. That all died two years ago. The hope was snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
DMK: He isn’t dead.
He hoped anyways.
DMK: I hoped he might have reached out to you for some reason.
Ashley: You really think he would after the last time I saw him?
DMK saw her point. He was starting to wonder why he was here. He should have known that this was a dead end. He felt out of his element, without control of the situation. This wasn’t a feeling he liked in the slightest.
DMK: I guess this was a mistake.
Ashley: I wish things were different between you and me but they are what they are. I don’t think you should come around here while you live your current lifestyle. There are elements and people in it; I would like to stay far from my daughter.
Her eyes narrow on Zmey. She had never seen the giant before but was familiar with DMK’s dealings to know he runs around with an eclectic crowd. She didn’t want to know anything about it. DMK noticed her stare and remembered the big guy behind him. He started to wonder what Zmey thought of all this. This is the first time he felt like he has shown weakness in front of his enforcer.
DMK: I guess I will leave now then.
DMK turns and walks away. He doesn’t have it in him to slip into that midget rage he would typically have in a similar situation. His sister was always his weak spot and now, his niece is that. But fuck all that he thought. He felt angry with himself for even making the mistake of showing up at this place. He reached his car without any further thoughts towards his sister. Zmey hoped in behind him and all DMK could think about was getting wrecked. Fuck emotions, get stoned. That was the tagline of Michael Kyzer’s life and something DMK stole from him.
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Tugarin Zmey is coming…
The dragon is full of fire…
He is full of rage…
Kyle Matthews is the food…
The dragon loves his food burnt to a crisp…
Kyles is going to burn….
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7/12/2012
DMK was speechless. He just witnessed the first sign of the apocalypse. Not a lot takes the words from him but this definitely did. He just witnessed something he never thought he would see. Drakz was just broken in half but his closest mate Michael Kyzer. Kyzer turning on Drakz wasn’t something DMK could even imagine. He never had any love for Drakz but he knew Kyzer shared a comradery with him that he didn’t have with anyone else. DMK was still in shock when walked into The New Epoch dressing room.
DMK: What…
He couldn’t even get out more than one word. Kyzer stood there for a moment staring at his midget sidekick before going towards his bag.
Kyzer: If you are going to ask for an explanation save your breath. You never liked him anyways.
DMK: Maybe so but I didn’t think that would ever happen. What about Brennan? What about what you were trying to accomplish?
Kyzer: Brennan had nothing to do with what I did. And sometimes things happen that change your perspective of the world and the people within it. David will be fine on his own.
DMK: So what now?
Kyzer looks at him. DMK is like a deer in the headlights. This isn’t a situation the little man expected so he didn’t know where things go from this point. Kyzer wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
Kyzer: Now I am leaving and going to get laid. I don’t know about you.
DMK: I meant in regards to this place, the WFWF. I am guessing you just killed The New Epoch.
Kyzer: That bitch, Isaac, killed The New Epoch. He did that. And fuck this place. I have no motivation for this shit anymore. I won’t hold it against you if you want to try and stick around here or something.
And what have a midget compete against people twice his size? DMK completely disregarded that notion before giving it any real thought.
DMK: I am with you, always.
Kyzer: Well then my little friend, gather up some party favors and I will call up some ladies. The after party of this funeral is going to be epic.
DMK didn't understand this change in plans in the slightest. But then again, Kyzer always did things in a different manner than most people. DMK was going to do the only thing he could think of right now and that was following Kyzer out of the door.
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Little Kyle Matthews…
Poor kid…
His poor little cocksucker mouth is going to get ruined…
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8/12/2014
DMK woke up with a jolt. His dream still lingered in his mind. He could still remember it all clearly, the aftermath, the death of The New Epoch. He looked around his apartment to find himself alone. He had passed out on his couch. He couldn’t remember when though. He actually couldn’t really remember the last few weeks. It has been a cocaine whirlwind lately for him. He looked at the table in front of his couch, white lines and powder littered it. A razor blade and rolled up dollar sat as the only other objects on it. He rubs his eyes with his tiny, midget hands. He tries to shake the grogginess but it is taking more effort than he has the energy for. He leans back and just takes a deep breath.
DMK: What fucking day is it?
He had no clue what time it was or what day it was even. He had been on a bender for nearly 3 weeks. It would be one that would make Kyzer happy though. DMK toyed around with the idea to snort a line and continue it. But he knew as a business man and entrepreneur he needed to snap out of his funk. That was the first time he had a Kyzer type reaction to an emotional situation. Normally DMK just shot someone or something gangster like that. Going on drug binges wasn’t normal for him.
DMK: I need water.
He hopped off his couch and immediately felt weakness wash over him. He could feel the dehydration now. He really wished he hadn’t gone on such a binge. He was starting to feel the hangover from it. He started making his way to the kitchen to grab anything to quench his thirst. A sudden buzzing sound coming from his couch distracts him though. He turns back around and hits the couch. He starts digging and pulls out his cell phone. The phone says caller ID blocked but in DMK’s world, you still answer the phone.
DMK: What is it?
That is the midget way to answer the phone.
“Stop looking for me. I will find you when I am ready to come back.”
The voice hits DMK’s ears and immediately he is awake. The shock of hearing it shakes all the grogginess from him.
DMK: Mike? Where are you?
Kyzer: Don’t worry about that. You have a lot on your plate my little friend. Don’t distract yourself by looking for me. I am not coming back yet.
Yet…that word lingers in DMK’s head.
DMK: But you are coming back? I could really use you around if only for advice.
Kyzer: You don’t need me. You have Khagan. You have Ryan.
DMK: Khagan?
It takes a moment for DMK to remember that is the name that The Hun called Zmey.
Kyzer: I’ve got to go. I will let you know when the time is right for me to come back.
The call ends.
DMK: Was that a fucking dream?
No little midget, it wasn’t. DMK’s head is spinning. He sits back on the couch. Kyzer was keeping tabs on him from wherever he was. And how did he know Zmey? DMK had a million thoughts going through his head now. He didn’t what to think.
DMK: One fucking thing at time. He knew I am looking for him. He knows that Ryan is working with me and he knows that I have Zmey in my employment but he called him Khagan. I am fucking lost at what is going. This is a crazy dream still. I am having a coke dream or something…
Verbalizing his thoughts doesn’t help DMK out. All the time he has spent looking for Kyzer and to have Kyzer tell him to stop, this wasn’t a situation he had thought out. DMK didn’t typically plan with foresight except when it came to making money on the street. That is where his judgment is at its best. He contemplated continuing his search despite Kyzer’s desire to remain hidden. But then what would be the point if Kyzer didn’t come back? Kyzer told him that he had a lot on his plate, was he referring to how things were going in the WFWF? These questions swirled in his brain for minute before he started feeling overwhelmed. He suddenly hops off the couch throwing his cell phone straight into his glass table. The cell phone and table both break. Glass, cocaine and cell phone parts are everywhere. That is the typical DMK reaction to an emotional situation. This was all too much to deal with.
DMK: Fuck Kyzer.
If he wanted to stay hidden then Kyzer could stay hidden as far as DMK cared now. Kyzer was right, DMK needed to be more focused certain things.
DMK: Now where the fuck is Zmey?
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Over the last three weeks I watched the little master spiral out of control and into a pit of drugs. The weakness he was showing almost made me sick to my stomach. If I was a better man I would have put him out of his misery instead of sitting idly back doing nothing. Weakness gets you killed. This world has no room for that. The world of drugs, criminal activity, violence, and entertainment has no room for weakness.
Weakness gets everyone killed…
Then out of nowhere it all ended.
His fury and rage returned. Strength returned to him and he was more focused than ever. No longer do we look for Michael Kyzer anymore. He didn’t say why but from what I have perceived it more than likely is related to the visit to his sister.
So our focus has become Kyle Matthews. DMK has become obsessed with the idea that Kyle serve as an example. He wants it to be a message that translates to everyone in every language. Of course there is only one that is universal across all languages and cultures…violence…
I have become numb to it. Maybe I was born numb to it. Maybe it is because my soul is ripped in half…I don’t know.
The violence comes easy for me. I feel like it makes me a monster…I am a monster…
I can almost feel sympathy towards him. Kyle is young. He isn’t scarred. He isn’t damaged. He hasn’t had to experience what it is like to watch his life be crushed in front of his eyes. He is innocent.
Wrong place, wrong time type situation.
But I do what I am told to do. And if that command is for me to execute Kyle Matthews in a barbaric way then that is what I will do.
I have committed acts of violence throughout my whole life. You could look at it as a type of advantage. I am capable of acting without hesitation or delay. I follow through with the orders I am given. I am the perfect soldier.
That is all I am now…
A soldier…
A monster…
A Dragon…
Do you know what it is like to burn something to the ground? To see the ruined state that you created? It almost brings sadness to what is left of my heart.
It doesn’t bring enough emotion to overcome my programming though. I am a thrall. I do what I am told to do. It is my purpose in life.
That is why I have survived and thrived in a world where few do and everyone dies.
Politics mean nothing.
Fame means nothing.
Fans mean nothing.
Records mean nothing.
Titles mean nothing.
Money means nothing.
Rewards mean nothing.
I have no desires.
I do not have any emotions to be prayed on.
I have no weakness.
I simply exist to destroy, maim, and murder anyone that is unfortunate enough to get a target placed on themselves.
Tugarin Zmey is just a myth. Subutai Khagan is just a name. They are just words. They are avatars for the beast behind them. They are just ideas of death and destruction. I am the embodiment of those concepts.
I am death.
I am destruction.
I am Kyle Matthews’ nightmare.
How will Kyle slay the giant?
Goliath fell to a stone. Throw a stone and see if I fall. Kyle can’t pull a sword out of a lake to slay this beast.
I truly wish that I didn’t have to do this.
Kyle could have had such a life.
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I feel the intensity of the stares around me. I feel their disappointment. I am their disappointment. I couldn’t protect her. Sarangerel died because of my weakness. Borchu stood beside me as I would him if he was in this situation. Neither of us speak a word. What is there to say anyways? I am held responsible as I should be. I was the one who was supposed to protect her. My heart is broken. Before my thoughts can consume me I push them back. I can’t show weakness right now. That would only make things worse. The entire tribe is present. They gather on both sides of us. Before me stand those that hold my fate. My father, Sarangerel’s father, and the other elders who lead the tribe. They have spent hours debating. Now they prepare to hand out their judgment. I see the hatred in her father’s eyes. He probably pushed for back-breaking. If it comes to execution, I will take it as I should. My own father won’t look at me, the shame is overwhelming.
“Zurgadai Suhr, you held responsible for the death of your betrothed. Your failure to protect her has resulted in her death. It is the same if you were the one who put the knife in her yourself and have been judged as such.”
They pause. Circumstances mean nothing. It doesn’t matter who killed Sarangerel. By our tribe’s customs I am held responsible since I failed so miserably and she perished. They can’t do anything worse to me than I already did to myself. I ripped my own heart out when she died. I lost the love of my life, the future mother of my sons. I lost my future. I lost everything. She was everything. Since we were little we were in love. I remember running around with her stealing sweets when we were six. I remember swimming in the river with her when I fully became aware that she had grown into a beautiful woman. We were sixteen when I went to her father to discuss marriage. He told me to prove myself as an adult and show I can contribute to the tribe I would have his blessing. I remember when he told me only a few months ago that I had done just that. He gave his blessing and we were to be wed in the spring. Nineteen years we knew each other, now just like that she is gone.
“Zurgadai, you will be exiled.”
Exile…
“You will be banished and will never return to these lands. You have no family here now.”
“As his oath brother,”
No! I want to speak but words fail me. I don’t want Borchu to suffer this fate. I would rather have had death.
“I will accept exile with him.”
Borchu, you don’t need to do this. You didn’t have to stand up here next to me.
“Your choice to follow your oath brother means you will not be allowed to return and will also have family no longer. You understand this and still beside him?”
“Yes.”
He answers without hesitation. I should be lucky to still have someone by my side. Now I know why my father couldn’t look at me. He had already cast out his son. His son was already dead. I wish I was dead.
“Very well. We accept your desire to stand with your oath brother and are also cast out.”
The weight of all this is starting to settle. I can feel it all. The whispers around me aren’t helping. My whole life and world has just been ripped from me and I haven’t been able to do anything to stop it. First Sarangerel, now my family…It is just hard to accept. I can see Borchu looking towards me for direction at this point. I just continue to stand there staring straight ahead. I just can’t seem to make that brain body connection and make my body move. I am exiled…
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Everyone is going to watch a clown get gored…
This is no rodeo…
This clown will bring no laughter…
Only a few tears…
A bright shining smile…
Ripped right off with bare hands…
There’s a dragon a coming…
And Kyle is crying…
Them pussies always have to bleed….
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8/20/2014
DMK: I think we are more focused than ever.
Ryan: I don’t disagree.
DMK: Then what the fuck else are you complaining about?
DMK’s patience was short as always on this day. He was sitting behind his desk at the Bada Bing II. Ryan Brockie sat across from with Tugarin Zmey standing off to the side. This was one of their “strategy” sessions as DMK calls them. Only this time, DMK doesn’t seem to see a reason to discuss strategy.
DMK: All we have been doing has been preparing for that match against Kyle Asshat.
Ryan: And I commend you for that. I am glad you finally gave up looking for Kyzer.
A flash of that phone call pops into the head of DMK but he quickly pushes it out.
DMK: It was a waste of fucking time. Fuck all that noise. I am all about that money and fame now.
Ryan: That is actually a great mindset because it means you have a goal that is attainable. But what I am complaining about is how you have mentioned several times the need for allies and yet you have done nothing to make that happen.
DMK: I thought that is what I have you for.
Ryan: It is but you have to give me some direction as to what you are looking for in an ally.
DMK: I will know when I see someone who has value.
Ryan has learned to deal with frustrations a lot differently since he started working with DMK. He has had to experience a whole new level of frustration. He wasn’t a midget that was easy to work with let alone “strategize” with. Ryan learned quickly that DMK doesn’t see the world like a lot of people. He definitely has his own take on things that is slightly off tilt from the rest of the world. Maybe it is just a midget thing.
DMK: It isn’t like Zmey needs help with that little punkass. I mean look at him, he is a fucking giant. Most people just piss themselves looking at him because he just oozes badassery.
Ryan: That isn’t a word.
DMK: Zmey made it a fucking word. You want to argue with him about how much of a badass he is and how he chooses to describe.
Zmey, of course, didn’t make it a word and Ryan is fully aware of all this. But he is also aware that if DMK told Zmey to rip his head off, Zmey would do it without a second thought.
DMK: I don’t even care about winning at this show. I just want my boy here to rip that kid apart. He deserves it for being a cocksucking bitch. I have whores working that pole right now that annoy me a lot less with all their stripper drama.
Ryan: I don’t think you need help either when it comes to Matthews. But what if people band together against you? Allies would be helpful in that situation.
DMK: Alright, I get your point.
DMK looks up Zmey who is just watching the two men go back and forth.
DMK: You ready for that kid?
Tugarin: I am always ready.
DMK: You think you can work with others?
Tugarin: If you want me to. I am a thrall. I only take orders. I don’t have an opinion.
DMK smiles.
DMK: The perfect soldier mentality wrapped up in a titan body.
Tugarin Zmey will murder Kyle Matthews….
If you like watching bitches get spayed you will love this…
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7/21/2014
DMK stares at the door. He hadn’t seen the woman behind the door in a couple of years. This was the last place he wanted to be. He knew this was the only place he hadn’t checked though. And he was getting desperate. He really wanted to find his best friend. He wanted to find Michael Kyzer. He needed to find Michael Kyzer. Tugarin Zmey stands behind him, silent as always. DMK’s hesitation to get this over with made him worry. The little man was never afraid of anything. He wondered if Zmey could smell the fear in him. Would Zmey see him as weak now?
DMK: Fucking….
He trails off as he finally puts fist to wood and knocks on the door. A tiny fist pounds wood. Take that how you want. After a moment the door flies open and a little girl appears. She stands taller than DMK at a fraction of his age. Her blond hair comes from mother but those eyes of her eyes definitely come from Michael Kyzer.
Serenity: Hel…
She doesn’t even finish her greeting as her face lights up and she quickly engulfs DMK in a hug.
Serenity: Uncle D!!!!
DMK: You know I don’t like that name.
He tries to act tough in front of his niece but just feeling her warmth and her love for him are just too much for him to ignore. He breaks out in a smile and embraces her back. He never could be as cold to her as Michael was. DMK was a real softie around his niece. A moment later her mother appeared in the doorway. To say she was as excited as her daughter to see the midget would be overstating it. She gives Zmey a long glance and then at the little man after her daughter lets him go.
Ashley: Serenity, you need to go back inside.
Serenity: But it is Uncle…
She doesn’t finish as the look that Ashley gives her tells her she needs to listen. She looks over at DMK with an innocent smile and darts in the house behind her mother.
Ashley: D, it’s been awhile. What can I do for you?
DMK stares at her. She isn’t happy to see him. She doesn’t even ask about the seven foot giant behind him. She is entirely focused on him.
DMK: You aren’t nearly as excited to see your brother as your daughter is.
Sarcasm is used as a deflection tactic, to hopefully embolden the midget.
Ashley: She doesn’t know that her uncle is a drug dealing piece of shit.
The words hit DMK in the heart but he stays tough.
Ashley: She also doesn’t know that her uncle chose to side with her piece of shit father over his own flesh and blood.
DMK couldn’t help but flashback in his mind to the last dispute between his sister and his brother in law, Michael Kyzer. He quickly shakes the memories from his mind. Bad thoughts and negativity only bring upon bad fortunes or some Zen thing like that.
DMK: Fair enough.
Ashley: What can I do for you, D?
DMK: I was wondering if you had heard from Michael. I am trying to track him down.
Ashley: What in the world made you think that I would have heard from him? I haven’t spoken to him since our fight at the hospital. Truthfully after that, I would rather not hear from him anyways. As far as I am concerned Serenity lost her father that day as well.
That actually pained DMK to hear that. He knows that Michael has never been the most dedicated father but DMK always felt like somewhere in him, Michael cared for his daughter. Serenity was a sweet girl that even gangster ass midgets like DMK couldn’t stay all street tough around her.
Ashley: Couldn’t you just call about something like this?
DMK: I didn’t think you would answer.
Part of him actually wanted to see his family again. Even if they didn’t want to see him.
DMK: I was in the area anyways.
She knew that was a lie.
Ashley: Why don’t you know where he is anyways? You have become his whipping boy the last couple of years; you would be the person I would go to if I was looking for him.
DMK chooses to ignore the whipping boy comment.
DMK: I haven’t seen him since the hospital incident. He dropped off the face of the earth after that.
Ashley: You sure he hasn’t dropped dead somewhere with a needle in his arm?
DMK wasn’t used to seeing this hostility from his sister. This was the woman that for years tried to reach out and save Michael Kyzer for years. This was the woman who refused to give up on him despite being slighted again and again by him. This woman put up with more abuse than most battered women but still stood strong with the belief that was some good in the father of her daughter. That all died two years ago. The hope was snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
DMK: He isn’t dead.
He hoped anyways.
DMK: I hoped he might have reached out to you for some reason.
Ashley: You really think he would after the last time I saw him?
DMK saw her point. He was starting to wonder why he was here. He should have known that this was a dead end. He felt out of his element, without control of the situation. This wasn’t a feeling he liked in the slightest.
DMK: I guess this was a mistake.
Ashley: I wish things were different between you and me but they are what they are. I don’t think you should come around here while you live your current lifestyle. There are elements and people in it; I would like to stay far from my daughter.
Her eyes narrow on Zmey. She had never seen the giant before but was familiar with DMK’s dealings to know he runs around with an eclectic crowd. She didn’t want to know anything about it. DMK noticed her stare and remembered the big guy behind him. He started to wonder what Zmey thought of all this. This is the first time he felt like he has shown weakness in front of his enforcer.
DMK: I guess I will leave now then.
DMK turns and walks away. He doesn’t have it in him to slip into that midget rage he would typically have in a similar situation. His sister was always his weak spot and now, his niece is that. But fuck all that he thought. He felt angry with himself for even making the mistake of showing up at this place. He reached his car without any further thoughts towards his sister. Zmey hoped in behind him and all DMK could think about was getting wrecked. Fuck emotions, get stoned. That was the tagline of Michael Kyzer’s life and something DMK stole from him.
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Tugarin Zmey is coming…
The dragon is full of fire…
He is full of rage…
Kyle Matthews is the food…
The dragon loves his food burnt to a crisp…
Kyles is going to burn….
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7/12/2012
DMK was speechless. He just witnessed the first sign of the apocalypse. Not a lot takes the words from him but this definitely did. He just witnessed something he never thought he would see. Drakz was just broken in half but his closest mate Michael Kyzer. Kyzer turning on Drakz wasn’t something DMK could even imagine. He never had any love for Drakz but he knew Kyzer shared a comradery with him that he didn’t have with anyone else. DMK was still in shock when walked into The New Epoch dressing room.
DMK: What…
He couldn’t even get out more than one word. Kyzer stood there for a moment staring at his midget sidekick before going towards his bag.
Kyzer: If you are going to ask for an explanation save your breath. You never liked him anyways.
DMK: Maybe so but I didn’t think that would ever happen. What about Brennan? What about what you were trying to accomplish?
Kyzer: Brennan had nothing to do with what I did. And sometimes things happen that change your perspective of the world and the people within it. David will be fine on his own.
DMK: So what now?
Kyzer looks at him. DMK is like a deer in the headlights. This isn’t a situation the little man expected so he didn’t know where things go from this point. Kyzer wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
Kyzer: Now I am leaving and going to get laid. I don’t know about you.
DMK: I meant in regards to this place, the WFWF. I am guessing you just killed The New Epoch.
Kyzer: That bitch, Isaac, killed The New Epoch. He did that. And fuck this place. I have no motivation for this shit anymore. I won’t hold it against you if you want to try and stick around here or something.
And what have a midget compete against people twice his size? DMK completely disregarded that notion before giving it any real thought.
DMK: I am with you, always.
Kyzer: Well then my little friend, gather up some party favors and I will call up some ladies. The after party of this funeral is going to be epic.
DMK didn't understand this change in plans in the slightest. But then again, Kyzer always did things in a different manner than most people. DMK was going to do the only thing he could think of right now and that was following Kyzer out of the door.
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Little Kyle Matthews…
Poor kid…
His poor little cocksucker mouth is going to get ruined…
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8/12/2014
DMK woke up with a jolt. His dream still lingered in his mind. He could still remember it all clearly, the aftermath, the death of The New Epoch. He looked around his apartment to find himself alone. He had passed out on his couch. He couldn’t remember when though. He actually couldn’t really remember the last few weeks. It has been a cocaine whirlwind lately for him. He looked at the table in front of his couch, white lines and powder littered it. A razor blade and rolled up dollar sat as the only other objects on it. He rubs his eyes with his tiny, midget hands. He tries to shake the grogginess but it is taking more effort than he has the energy for. He leans back and just takes a deep breath.
DMK: What fucking day is it?
He had no clue what time it was or what day it was even. He had been on a bender for nearly 3 weeks. It would be one that would make Kyzer happy though. DMK toyed around with the idea to snort a line and continue it. But he knew as a business man and entrepreneur he needed to snap out of his funk. That was the first time he had a Kyzer type reaction to an emotional situation. Normally DMK just shot someone or something gangster like that. Going on drug binges wasn’t normal for him.
DMK: I need water.
He hopped off his couch and immediately felt weakness wash over him. He could feel the dehydration now. He really wished he hadn’t gone on such a binge. He was starting to feel the hangover from it. He started making his way to the kitchen to grab anything to quench his thirst. A sudden buzzing sound coming from his couch distracts him though. He turns back around and hits the couch. He starts digging and pulls out his cell phone. The phone says caller ID blocked but in DMK’s world, you still answer the phone.
DMK: What is it?
That is the midget way to answer the phone.
“Stop looking for me. I will find you when I am ready to come back.”
The voice hits DMK’s ears and immediately he is awake. The shock of hearing it shakes all the grogginess from him.
DMK: Mike? Where are you?
Kyzer: Don’t worry about that. You have a lot on your plate my little friend. Don’t distract yourself by looking for me. I am not coming back yet.
Yet…that word lingers in DMK’s head.
DMK: But you are coming back? I could really use you around if only for advice.
Kyzer: You don’t need me. You have Khagan. You have Ryan.
DMK: Khagan?
It takes a moment for DMK to remember that is the name that The Hun called Zmey.
Kyzer: I’ve got to go. I will let you know when the time is right for me to come back.
The call ends.
DMK: Was that a fucking dream?
No little midget, it wasn’t. DMK’s head is spinning. He sits back on the couch. Kyzer was keeping tabs on him from wherever he was. And how did he know Zmey? DMK had a million thoughts going through his head now. He didn’t what to think.
DMK: One fucking thing at time. He knew I am looking for him. He knows that Ryan is working with me and he knows that I have Zmey in my employment but he called him Khagan. I am fucking lost at what is going. This is a crazy dream still. I am having a coke dream or something…
Verbalizing his thoughts doesn’t help DMK out. All the time he has spent looking for Kyzer and to have Kyzer tell him to stop, this wasn’t a situation he had thought out. DMK didn’t typically plan with foresight except when it came to making money on the street. That is where his judgment is at its best. He contemplated continuing his search despite Kyzer’s desire to remain hidden. But then what would be the point if Kyzer didn’t come back? Kyzer told him that he had a lot on his plate, was he referring to how things were going in the WFWF? These questions swirled in his brain for minute before he started feeling overwhelmed. He suddenly hops off the couch throwing his cell phone straight into his glass table. The cell phone and table both break. Glass, cocaine and cell phone parts are everywhere. That is the typical DMK reaction to an emotional situation. This was all too much to deal with.
DMK: Fuck Kyzer.
If he wanted to stay hidden then Kyzer could stay hidden as far as DMK cared now. Kyzer was right, DMK needed to be more focused certain things.
DMK: Now where the fuck is Zmey?
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Over the last three weeks I watched the little master spiral out of control and into a pit of drugs. The weakness he was showing almost made me sick to my stomach. If I was a better man I would have put him out of his misery instead of sitting idly back doing nothing. Weakness gets you killed. This world has no room for that. The world of drugs, criminal activity, violence, and entertainment has no room for weakness.
Weakness gets everyone killed…
Then out of nowhere it all ended.
His fury and rage returned. Strength returned to him and he was more focused than ever. No longer do we look for Michael Kyzer anymore. He didn’t say why but from what I have perceived it more than likely is related to the visit to his sister.
So our focus has become Kyle Matthews. DMK has become obsessed with the idea that Kyle serve as an example. He wants it to be a message that translates to everyone in every language. Of course there is only one that is universal across all languages and cultures…violence…
I have become numb to it. Maybe I was born numb to it. Maybe it is because my soul is ripped in half…I don’t know.
The violence comes easy for me. I feel like it makes me a monster…I am a monster…
I can almost feel sympathy towards him. Kyle is young. He isn’t scarred. He isn’t damaged. He hasn’t had to experience what it is like to watch his life be crushed in front of his eyes. He is innocent.
Wrong place, wrong time type situation.
But I do what I am told to do. And if that command is for me to execute Kyle Matthews in a barbaric way then that is what I will do.
I have committed acts of violence throughout my whole life. You could look at it as a type of advantage. I am capable of acting without hesitation or delay. I follow through with the orders I am given. I am the perfect soldier.
That is all I am now…
A soldier…
A monster…
A Dragon…
Do you know what it is like to burn something to the ground? To see the ruined state that you created? It almost brings sadness to what is left of my heart.
It doesn’t bring enough emotion to overcome my programming though. I am a thrall. I do what I am told to do. It is my purpose in life.
That is why I have survived and thrived in a world where few do and everyone dies.
Politics mean nothing.
Fame means nothing.
Fans mean nothing.
Records mean nothing.
Titles mean nothing.
Money means nothing.
Rewards mean nothing.
I have no desires.
I do not have any emotions to be prayed on.
I have no weakness.
I simply exist to destroy, maim, and murder anyone that is unfortunate enough to get a target placed on themselves.
Tugarin Zmey is just a myth. Subutai Khagan is just a name. They are just words. They are avatars for the beast behind them. They are just ideas of death and destruction. I am the embodiment of those concepts.
I am death.
I am destruction.
I am Kyle Matthews’ nightmare.
How will Kyle slay the giant?
Goliath fell to a stone. Throw a stone and see if I fall. Kyle can’t pull a sword out of a lake to slay this beast.
I truly wish that I didn’t have to do this.
Kyle could have had such a life.
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I feel the intensity of the stares around me. I feel their disappointment. I am their disappointment. I couldn’t protect her. Sarangerel died because of my weakness. Borchu stood beside me as I would him if he was in this situation. Neither of us speak a word. What is there to say anyways? I am held responsible as I should be. I was the one who was supposed to protect her. My heart is broken. Before my thoughts can consume me I push them back. I can’t show weakness right now. That would only make things worse. The entire tribe is present. They gather on both sides of us. Before me stand those that hold my fate. My father, Sarangerel’s father, and the other elders who lead the tribe. They have spent hours debating. Now they prepare to hand out their judgment. I see the hatred in her father’s eyes. He probably pushed for back-breaking. If it comes to execution, I will take it as I should. My own father won’t look at me, the shame is overwhelming.
“Zurgadai Suhr, you held responsible for the death of your betrothed. Your failure to protect her has resulted in her death. It is the same if you were the one who put the knife in her yourself and have been judged as such.”
They pause. Circumstances mean nothing. It doesn’t matter who killed Sarangerel. By our tribe’s customs I am held responsible since I failed so miserably and she perished. They can’t do anything worse to me than I already did to myself. I ripped my own heart out when she died. I lost the love of my life, the future mother of my sons. I lost my future. I lost everything. She was everything. Since we were little we were in love. I remember running around with her stealing sweets when we were six. I remember swimming in the river with her when I fully became aware that she had grown into a beautiful woman. We were sixteen when I went to her father to discuss marriage. He told me to prove myself as an adult and show I can contribute to the tribe I would have his blessing. I remember when he told me only a few months ago that I had done just that. He gave his blessing and we were to be wed in the spring. Nineteen years we knew each other, now just like that she is gone.
“Zurgadai, you will be exiled.”
Exile…
“You will be banished and will never return to these lands. You have no family here now.”
“As his oath brother,”
No! I want to speak but words fail me. I don’t want Borchu to suffer this fate. I would rather have had death.
“I will accept exile with him.”
Borchu, you don’t need to do this. You didn’t have to stand up here next to me.
“Your choice to follow your oath brother means you will not be allowed to return and will also have family no longer. You understand this and still beside him?”
“Yes.”
He answers without hesitation. I should be lucky to still have someone by my side. Now I know why my father couldn’t look at me. He had already cast out his son. His son was already dead. I wish I was dead.
“Very well. We accept your desire to stand with your oath brother and are also cast out.”
The weight of all this is starting to settle. I can feel it all. The whispers around me aren’t helping. My whole life and world has just been ripped from me and I haven’t been able to do anything to stop it. First Sarangerel, now my family…It is just hard to accept. I can see Borchu looking towards me for direction at this point. I just continue to stand there staring straight ahead. I just can’t seem to make that brain body connection and make my body move. I am exiled…
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Everyone is going to watch a clown get gored…
This is no rodeo…
This clown will bring no laughter…
Only a few tears…
A bright shining smile…
Ripped right off with bare hands…
There’s a dragon a coming…
And Kyle is crying…
Them pussies always have to bleed….
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8/20/2014
DMK: I think we are more focused than ever.
Ryan: I don’t disagree.
DMK: Then what the fuck else are you complaining about?
DMK’s patience was short as always on this day. He was sitting behind his desk at the Bada Bing II. Ryan Brockie sat across from with Tugarin Zmey standing off to the side. This was one of their “strategy” sessions as DMK calls them. Only this time, DMK doesn’t seem to see a reason to discuss strategy.
DMK: All we have been doing has been preparing for that match against Kyle Asshat.
Ryan: And I commend you for that. I am glad you finally gave up looking for Kyzer.
A flash of that phone call pops into the head of DMK but he quickly pushes it out.
DMK: It was a waste of fucking time. Fuck all that noise. I am all about that money and fame now.
Ryan: That is actually a great mindset because it means you have a goal that is attainable. But what I am complaining about is how you have mentioned several times the need for allies and yet you have done nothing to make that happen.
DMK: I thought that is what I have you for.
Ryan: It is but you have to give me some direction as to what you are looking for in an ally.
DMK: I will know when I see someone who has value.
Ryan has learned to deal with frustrations a lot differently since he started working with DMK. He has had to experience a whole new level of frustration. He wasn’t a midget that was easy to work with let alone “strategize” with. Ryan learned quickly that DMK doesn’t see the world like a lot of people. He definitely has his own take on things that is slightly off tilt from the rest of the world. Maybe it is just a midget thing.
DMK: It isn’t like Zmey needs help with that little punkass. I mean look at him, he is a fucking giant. Most people just piss themselves looking at him because he just oozes badassery.
Ryan: That isn’t a word.
DMK: Zmey made it a fucking word. You want to argue with him about how much of a badass he is and how he chooses to describe.
Zmey, of course, didn’t make it a word and Ryan is fully aware of all this. But he is also aware that if DMK told Zmey to rip his head off, Zmey would do it without a second thought.
DMK: I don’t even care about winning at this show. I just want my boy here to rip that kid apart. He deserves it for being a cocksucking bitch. I have whores working that pole right now that annoy me a lot less with all their stripper drama.
Ryan: I don’t think you need help either when it comes to Matthews. But what if people band together against you? Allies would be helpful in that situation.
DMK: Alright, I get your point.
DMK looks up Zmey who is just watching the two men go back and forth.
DMK: You ready for that kid?
Tugarin: I am always ready.
DMK: You think you can work with others?
Tugarin: If you want me to. I am a thrall. I only take orders. I don’t have an opinion.
DMK smiles.
DMK: The perfect soldier mentality wrapped up in a titan body.
I dont know good luck 
ing cool because I have heard cool things about the character. I hope to see more of him! I am still a bit lost on Tugarin a bit, but that might just be me. You managed to throw shots at Kyle Matthews(My character) without it seeming forced. It didn't change the pace or flow of the RP which is something that I liked.
