Post by Kyzer on Sept 9, 2014 23:06:24 GMT -5
DMK looks over his army…all lined up and ready for his commands…each one itching for combat…or some crack rock…
DMK looks over his army of crackheads…midget crackheads…only a madman would gather an army of midget crackheads…or maybe only a mad genius….
DMK…Madman…DMK…Mad Genius…
He readies his toy soldiers…He smiles as he puts a little crack rock in one hand…and a can of bear mace in the other….
The tiny crackheads are armed….
Now he studies the officers of his army…his counsel…his captain…his assassin…his Muscle….
He carefully places his chief counsel out of harm’s way…Ryan Brockie…DMK straightens the tie…polishes the watch…and places a cell phone in his hand…behind the toy soldiers sits the brain….
He exams his captain…an unexpected choice…an unpredictable choice…but the right choice…Samael Ahriman…he places the captain at the forefront…studying his decision…confident…established…history…shock value…gut feeling…he beams with confidence as the reasons echo in his head…he places an assault rifle in the captain’s hands…the captain stands tall and ready to lead….
He takes his assassin now…big…powerful…from another world…remorseless…deadly…Tugarin Zmey…The Dragon…His assassin is the piece he trusts the most…the one he relies on the most…he places him next to the captain…his trust will be best served next to the piece he trusts the least…the assassin towers over all the other pieces on the board…he covers his assassin’s face with a metal mask…he decides it is a good decision to put the assassin next to the captain….
He finally grabs his muscle…Muscles Glasses…Hero…he places Muscles Glasses behind the toy soldiers…a bottle of jack in one head…a slab of bacon in the other…aviator shades on…Muscles Glasses is ready….
DMK…The Grand General…The Lead Konspirator… The Man Who Stands Taller Than Fuck….
DMK looks over his decisions…so many roles still need to be filled…still holes…still gapes in the defense…but this is a start…The army is born…Battle at the Garden lead to the birth of the KKK Army….
KKK Army…Armies destroy…Armies pillage…Armies loot and rape….
The Konspiracy’s goal isn’t to destroy…The KKK isn’t about death and destruction…DMK sits at the head of an army with a purpose…but not the purpose that any army has had before….
It is all about two things for DMK…FAME…and…BITCHES….
DMK wants the spotlight…his army will give him his spotlight….
But it isn’t a closed book…the book is wide open…FAME isn’t everything to everyone…but sometimes people just need a little help….
The KoKaine Konspiracy is here for just that…to take in the disenfranchised…midget crackheads…to take in the disgruntled…Samael…to take in the displaced…Tugarin…to offer help to the weak…to offer strength to a personal mission….
DMK wants The KKK to be somewhere that welcomes the outsider with open arms…it is accepting of all creeds and mottos…there is only one thing you have to remember….
THE MIDGET IS THE HEAD ***** IN CHARGE….
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The snow crunches under the weight of my boot. It has been falling for the last several hours. I don’t let it faze me like some of the people I see walking by me. The winters on the Steppes were deadly each and every year. Tbilisi doesn’t compare. The summers don’t compare either. None of it really does. Those are thoughts I need to get out of my hand though. It has been three years since I was exiled and I still yearn for home. I just haven’t been able to block it out yet, not like Borchu. It was as if he had no problem leaving behind our life or he is a master of hiding. I never him talk about home since we left. If anything he has embraced this world that we have fallen into. I remember our journey to this point so vividly. I slow to a stop as I realize I have arrived at my destination. I stand looking out over the waters of the Mt'k'vari River. I have found myself fond of looking at the river in the night light. I like seeing the reflections of the city lights on the black water. I guess it is just something I didn’t see much of back home. It is about the only thing I like about this place. I just can’t get used to this city living.
“You can only go forward. After the decision is made, there is no use in looking back on it. It won’t suddenly change anything.”
I remember the words as if they were said yesterday. They echo in my head ever since Borchu said them to me when he was talking me into the life I now lead. Hired muscle, a thug, a worthless criminal, that is what my life translated to after leaving the Steppe. My skills, my whole way of being didn’t really offer me any other options. I guess when everyone in your life is born on the Steppe and die on the Steppe; you don’t really consider the outside world. I don’t exist anywhere in this world on paper.
“You do what you have to do to survive. We don’t exist anywhere anymore. We are who we have to be to get by my brother.”
Borchu doesn’t exist anymore. Not the Borchu I pledged my life to when we took the oath of blood brothers. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before now but I didn’t. Borchu died in three years. Not physically, but the man I once knew doesn’t exist anymore. I still feel I owe him my loyalty as it was he alone who stood with me in front of the elders, but it is hard. It is almost heartbreaking to see him embrace this life so much.
“I am going to embrace the life I have left. It is the only thing we can do now.”
I do what I have to do. I can’t let myself die. I have too much pride for that but I also thought I had too much pride to do what I do now. Beating up people, intimidating others and worse; I just don’t know how much longer I can justify doing this. Maybe I should just let myself die. I immediately cast that idea out of my head. Suicide isn’t acceptable and never will be under any circumstance. I have been stripped of the right to take my own life. I must walk this world until my existence ends by a means other than by my own hand. I breathe in the cold air. It isn’t the same as the Steppes.
“We could actually make decent lives for ourselves here.”
The moment I heard those words, I should have known. Should I just embrace it also? Should I walk the same path as Borchu? I don’t know. Working for The Vor V Zakone offers more than anything else I can do at the moment. The Vor has taken a liking to both of us especially Borchu with his eagerness to take on anything that makes money. I find myself just going along for the ride more than anything. I know The Vor wants me to step up also. I know he sees value in me with my size and strength. I feel like I being ripped apart on the inside though. I literally feel my stomach turning in knots; it is actually shooting pains throughout my body just at the thought. Wait…the pain is real and it is suddenly increasing in intensity. I feel like it is a bullet shooting through me. I feel something coming up, blood spews out and onto the snow by my feet. Coughing up blood? Why? I fall to my knees; I can immediately feel the cold on them. I spit up more blood. I feel dizzy from the pain.
“What is wrong with me…”
The words barely escape my lips. I can see something out of the corner of my eye coming towards me. I feel like I am hallucinating, I see gold. I hear something that almost sounds like music, but I retch over into the snow before I can figure out the source. It is coming closer though. I can feel the darkness creeping onward. My face hits the snow as the music is now in my ear.
“I am going to save you…”
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08/30/2014
Tugarin Zmey stood center stage while chaos ensued around him. He simply stood and watched as he does everything. Strippers were hanging decorations, midget and normal sized bouncers were moving tables and chairs around. All the while the big man just stood and watched. He could help and move the furniture that the dwarves were struggling with or he could even help the strippers who are standing on stools to reach the ceiling in order to hang various decorations. But he doesn’t. Why? Why does Zmey stand there like a douchebag not helping out? Because Lord DMK told him to stand there and not move. Lord DMK is the one who runs the show in the Bada Bing II, he is the only fucker that gives orders in this universe. And the Lord of the Universe wants to perfect the spotlight that he will have shown on the feature attraction of the party, Tugarin Zmey. Everything has to be perfect for him, it needs to go right. This is DMK’s coming out party. Not the homosexual kind of coming out either you assclowns.
DMK: I have a picture in my head. It is a picture of Zmey standing on the stage with the decapitated head of Kyle Matthews. You think it would be possible to replicate his head?
Ryan: I could make some calls. Are you sure that isn’t going a bit over the top?
DMK and Ryan Brockie stood in his office, looking through the window down at the center stage. DMK didn’t take his stare off of the giant as he briefly thought about Ryan once again trying to piss on his parade. He was starting to wonder why he kept this sour grape around.
DMK: That is the same thing about the Midget Death Squad and they are proving their worth.
As DMK says that, a few of the MDS walk into the office. They are wearing official Midget Death Squad t-shirts that are available for sale on the KKK website, www.kkk.xxx. It does contain graphic pornography also for those with young children around, parental discretion advised.
Ryan: They are crackheads and height challenged.
DMK turns away from the window and surveys his security task force. DMK beams with pride as he looks at them, Ryan beams with disgust as he looks over the same bunch of shitbirds.
DMK: First off, I am aware that they are midgets. That is why there are so many of them. And second off, crackheads work cheaper than Mexicans and are way more loyal. They work for crack rocks. That is way cheaper. Crackheads can survive off just crack rock. They don’t need money for rice and beans, tequila and diapers. All I need to do is make sure I have an ample supply of crack and they have the fear of the motherfucking Midget King in their hearts. They know I will hunt them down and stuff them like an animal if they try to fuck me over.
Three of them are sitting around a table talking on the other side of the office. They are all disgusting looking hobbits. The one with the Jew nose seems to be leading the conversation.
DMK: See even now they are discussing security for tonight.
They are talking about eating pussy. Crackheads are disgusting, blame them if you are offended.
Ryan: I am wondering how you found so many small crack fiends?
DMK: They are midgets. It is okay to use the word. And I am drug dealer. Little people conventions in Seattle accounts for a good portion of my clientele. Fucking midgets love the crack.
Ryan is still disgusted and attempts to steer the conversation away.
Ryan: I got word of the next person to face Zmey.
DMK: The next person to get their shit shoved in the wrong way?
Ryan: Well that is a vile way to put it. He is going head to head with Cameron Stone.
DMK looks at Ryan slightly confused.
DMK: The big guy on commentary? I thought that bitch was neutered.
Ryan: Well apparently he has taken issue with some of your recent decisions such as recruiting Samael Ahriman to our side.
DMK turns his attention to the MDS group sitting at the table.
DMK: Attention on deck!
DMK yells and they snap out their seats. They scurry over and stand in front of DMK at attention.
DMK: I need you to go get Zmey.
Jewnose MDS: Which one of us?
DMK: Doesn’t matter. The first to get him here gets a free rock.
DMK gets out the word free and all three take off through the door. DMK looks back at Ryan.
DMK: So Cameron Stone is all pissy because his friend came to us, fuck him. I remember when he was a hardcore kind of guy back during The New Epoch era. When did he shrivel up into a fucking woman? What, does Samael need Stone’s permission to take a goddam piss?
Ryan shrugs.
Ryan: My guess is he is just hurt to see his friend make the decision he made. Apparently they were tight.
DMK: Tight like a fucking butthole. Fuck Cameron Stone. He wants to challenge the biggest dog in the yard, then he will get the biggest dog. Zmey is going to rip his face off.
Zmey walks into the room at that moment. DMK smiles as he waves Zmey over.
DMK: Your next opponent has been announced. You are fighting Cameron Stone. What are you going to do to him?
Tugarin: Rip his face off.
Master Blaster motherfuckers.
DMK: That is why I love this guy.
DMK pats Zmey kneecaps since he can’t reach his back.
Ryan: I am glad you are confident about this. Stone is definitely going to be a different type of challenge than Kyle Matthews was.
Samael: Matthews was only a kid, Stone is a beast.
Samael Ahriman walks into the lair of the midget. Sounds strange to hear that, almost as strange as stomping on Schneider’s balls. Scratch that. That happens on the regular like a goddam period.
DMK: I thought you were going to be here like an hour ago.
Samael: I am not familiar with Seattle and there is no address to this place. That would make this place a lot easier to find.
DMK: Why do I need an address? People know where we are.
Ryan just shakes his head; Samael looks slightly confused as does DMK. Apparently DMK is on a different page than the rest of the world. Samael soon catches on that DMK legitimately doesn’t have an address for this place or understands the need for one.
Ryan: So moving on…
Samael: Uh yeah…so I have gotten to know Stone over the years of sharing a locker room with him and sitting on commentary with him. I can tell you that he won’t be a pushover and won’t be as easy to take down as Matthews was.
DMK: You don’t have to point out the obvious to me. I am short, not stupid.
Debatable.
DMK: Can’t you put some kind of satanic curse on him or something? Do you know black magic?
Samael: I don’t think you understand Satanism.
DMK: Of course I do. It is all about sacrificing animals, pissing on virgins and practicing voodoo.
Samael says nothing. He can only wonder how someone can exist in DMK’s head as everyone does that talk to him for more than five minutes.
Samael: I don’t practice voodoo. Sorry, no curses.
DMK: Well your religion wasn’t exactly your selling point.
It was his familiarity with the roster and the WFWF. But I don’t feel like writing that scene as a flashback so you will have to take my word for it.
Samael: It happens we have mutual interests so you are just as much as a means to an end as I am to you.
DMK: Yeah whatever you mean by that. You are part of the KKK now, a member of the army. Personal interests are everything here. You help me, I help you.
DMK pretty much just reiterates what Samael said.
Ryan: So Samael, what are your interests?
Ryan’s attempt to steer the conversation towards something constructive.
Samael: Currently they are to see Zmey run over the competition. Things are stagnant in the WFWF and need to be stirred up.
DMK: Then we will start with that little bitch Stone.
Samael: I wouldn’t write him off as just some bitch. I want to Zmey pick him apart but he needs to be smart. This match plays right into Stone’s wheelhouse with it being no disqualification.
DMK looks over at Tugarin Zmey.
DMK: What will you do when you face Cameron Stone?
Tugarin: I will rip his face off.
DMK: Are you scared?
Tugarin looks down at DMK with a tilt to his head.
Tugarin: Scared? Fear has no place in my existence.
DMK: Do you think he has a chance of beating you?
Tugarin: Only if he can kill me. You want me to beat Cameron Stone until he is left broken and crippled, I will do it. I will not stop until you will it so or I die, whichever happens first. That was our agreement. I am the Thrall. I do what I am commanded to do. I have no other purpose.
Samael stares hard at Tugarin as if he was trying to see into his soul or something else Satanic.
DMK: Tugarin Zmey, ladies and gentlemen, DMK’s killing machine.
Ryan: Confidence is one thing but Stone has experience which I have told you since the beginning that is the thing that your team is lacking.
Always a buzzkill Ryan Brockie.
DMK: Yeah that is why we got this guy. He has experience and has Satan on his side so it is like a two for one deal. There is no way that Stone will overcome The Dragon. We have too much wrapped up in the future of Zmey to let ourselves be derailed by some over the hill fuck who never did anything. Zmey will not lose and we will be making an example out of Stone. Now fuck all else. I have a party to get ready for.
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I shoot straight up in bed. I am covered in a cold sweat. The dream…it felt real. It was real. It was déjà vu. Reliving dreams, reliving memories…I almost feel tortured by the past. My feet touch the cold floor as I sit up. The first time I saw Delilah. It brings a smile to my face even given the spam circumstances. I gather my senses and finally leave my bed. I can smell something cooking, it draws me to the kitchen. As I round the corner into the kitchen, I see the angel from my dreams.
“I didn’t know you were awake, hayr.”
She calls me father in Armenian. It is something that brings a smile to my face every time. Her face from that day is still fresh in my head, now five removed she have grown into a beautiful woman. She was only ten on that day she found me in my own blood. She saved me. I found out she was all alone and had nowhere to go or stay. I took her in and she became a daughter to me. She brought happiness to my life I hadn’t known since being exiled. She saved me from dying. I look at her now and she only brings more happiness these days.
“I was making kadaif.”
She knows I love that Armenian dessert. The smell fills my nostrils.
“A man came by for you while you were sleeping. He was Russian.”
I know who it was. I am not happy for him to be here. That is a world I want Delilah far from. I will protect her and keep her safe. I found someone as alone as I was in this world. And now together we aren’t alone anymore. We have each other, forever and always. I have found some meaning when I didn’t think I would. She gives me a reason to wake up in the morning and a reason to do the things I do. I love her. She is my okhin.
“I told him you weren’t around.”
She is the one purely innocent person in my life. She always sees the good in everyone. She sees the good in me when everyone else just sees me as a tool.
“He apologized for bothering me and left.”
He was doing more than that but I don’t want to tell her that. This Russian, The Brigadier, was a sick man. He was a butcher I don’t want around her. If he was trying to make me mad, he succeeded. I try so hard to not let that life bleed into this one. I can’t have anything happen to her. I don’t know what would happen to me if something did.
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I am sorry…
Kyle Matthews, one day I hope I am able to apologize to you for what happened. I only did what I was told to do. You are a good kid who is entering a dangerous world. I came from an even more dangerous one.
I was the more seasoned fighter.
There was only one way that could have gone down.
I am sorry, Kyle.
I didn’t want to decapitate you.
DMK is “gathering his soldiers” as he likes to say these days. He wants an army at his command, one that is completely about personal gain. United in selfish desires, he seeks allies. He finds one in Samael Ahriman.
I guess it doesn’t really matter to me. Looking at the big picture isn’t one of my uses.
I am a soldier.
I am a soldier in The Midget’s KKK Army.
I am his assassin as he says.
The Exiled Assassin.
More little people, Samael Ahriman, anyone else he recruits, they are all blurs in my life. The only people in focus are DMK and whoever he wants me to hurt.
Cameron Stone…announcer…semi-retired wrestler…renowned hardcore tough guy…
I am to understand that Cameron has taken offense to the actions of Samael Ahriman. I don’t understand politics and why that would cause Cameron to request a match with me. It feels like a spider web of blame and somehow I am thrown into a match. One that is will test my mettle according to Samael. I am not complaining about the match or the idea of facing Cameron in an environment that favors him.
I don’t care who it is. Man or woman, young or old. DMK says destroy then I destroy. If DMK wants me to accept the challenge on Cameron Stone’s terms then I will. I will do it and I will slaughter him in it.
I am going to decapitate Cameron Stone.
If people want this to be my proving ground then I accept the challenge. DMK told me to make a statement with this. He wants blood. He will get no less than what he requests.
Samael has been trying to educate me some on the roster of the WFWF including my upcoming opponent. I don’t think he quite understands me.
What is there to understand?
I exist to destroy.
I exist to kill.
I exist to serve the Master.
Our focus is on the future. DMK wants that future to bright and littered with glory and fame. The KKK Army, the army of self-interest.
DMK’s interests are evident and out on the table for the world to see. He hasn’t made any effort to conceal what he wants.
Samael on the other hand has made every effort to conceal his true interests.
What is he doing with DMK?
What does he have planned?
I ask these questions briefly in my head but then quickly dismiss them. It isn’t my place to ponder such things.
My focus is Cameron Stone.
The Dragon is coming to feast on the man named Cameron. He is going to burn everything around.
He is going to slaughter the livestock and rip apart the peasants…
The Dragon has no restraint…no limit…no leash….
I am going to be unleashed at Grudge. I have nothing to hold me back.
I have only one purpose…
To Destroy All Monsters….
DMK looks over his army of crackheads…midget crackheads…only a madman would gather an army of midget crackheads…or maybe only a mad genius….
DMK…Madman…DMK…Mad Genius…
He readies his toy soldiers…He smiles as he puts a little crack rock in one hand…and a can of bear mace in the other….
The tiny crackheads are armed….
Now he studies the officers of his army…his counsel…his captain…his assassin…his Muscle….
He carefully places his chief counsel out of harm’s way…Ryan Brockie…DMK straightens the tie…polishes the watch…and places a cell phone in his hand…behind the toy soldiers sits the brain….
He exams his captain…an unexpected choice…an unpredictable choice…but the right choice…Samael Ahriman…he places the captain at the forefront…studying his decision…confident…established…history…shock value…gut feeling…he beams with confidence as the reasons echo in his head…he places an assault rifle in the captain’s hands…the captain stands tall and ready to lead….
He takes his assassin now…big…powerful…from another world…remorseless…deadly…Tugarin Zmey…The Dragon…His assassin is the piece he trusts the most…the one he relies on the most…he places him next to the captain…his trust will be best served next to the piece he trusts the least…the assassin towers over all the other pieces on the board…he covers his assassin’s face with a metal mask…he decides it is a good decision to put the assassin next to the captain….
He finally grabs his muscle…Muscles Glasses…Hero…he places Muscles Glasses behind the toy soldiers…a bottle of jack in one head…a slab of bacon in the other…aviator shades on…Muscles Glasses is ready….
DMK…The Grand General…The Lead Konspirator… The Man Who Stands Taller Than Fuck….
DMK looks over his decisions…so many roles still need to be filled…still holes…still gapes in the defense…but this is a start…The army is born…Battle at the Garden lead to the birth of the KKK Army….
KKK Army…Armies destroy…Armies pillage…Armies loot and rape….
The Konspiracy’s goal isn’t to destroy…The KKK isn’t about death and destruction…DMK sits at the head of an army with a purpose…but not the purpose that any army has had before….
It is all about two things for DMK…FAME…and…BITCHES….
DMK wants the spotlight…his army will give him his spotlight….
But it isn’t a closed book…the book is wide open…FAME isn’t everything to everyone…but sometimes people just need a little help….
The KoKaine Konspiracy is here for just that…to take in the disenfranchised…midget crackheads…to take in the disgruntled…Samael…to take in the displaced…Tugarin…to offer help to the weak…to offer strength to a personal mission….
DMK wants The KKK to be somewhere that welcomes the outsider with open arms…it is accepting of all creeds and mottos…there is only one thing you have to remember….
THE MIDGET IS THE HEAD ***** IN CHARGE….
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The snow crunches under the weight of my boot. It has been falling for the last several hours. I don’t let it faze me like some of the people I see walking by me. The winters on the Steppes were deadly each and every year. Tbilisi doesn’t compare. The summers don’t compare either. None of it really does. Those are thoughts I need to get out of my hand though. It has been three years since I was exiled and I still yearn for home. I just haven’t been able to block it out yet, not like Borchu. It was as if he had no problem leaving behind our life or he is a master of hiding. I never him talk about home since we left. If anything he has embraced this world that we have fallen into. I remember our journey to this point so vividly. I slow to a stop as I realize I have arrived at my destination. I stand looking out over the waters of the Mt'k'vari River. I have found myself fond of looking at the river in the night light. I like seeing the reflections of the city lights on the black water. I guess it is just something I didn’t see much of back home. It is about the only thing I like about this place. I just can’t get used to this city living.
“You can only go forward. After the decision is made, there is no use in looking back on it. It won’t suddenly change anything.”
I remember the words as if they were said yesterday. They echo in my head ever since Borchu said them to me when he was talking me into the life I now lead. Hired muscle, a thug, a worthless criminal, that is what my life translated to after leaving the Steppe. My skills, my whole way of being didn’t really offer me any other options. I guess when everyone in your life is born on the Steppe and die on the Steppe; you don’t really consider the outside world. I don’t exist anywhere in this world on paper.
“You do what you have to do to survive. We don’t exist anywhere anymore. We are who we have to be to get by my brother.”
Borchu doesn’t exist anymore. Not the Borchu I pledged my life to when we took the oath of blood brothers. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before now but I didn’t. Borchu died in three years. Not physically, but the man I once knew doesn’t exist anymore. I still feel I owe him my loyalty as it was he alone who stood with me in front of the elders, but it is hard. It is almost heartbreaking to see him embrace this life so much.
“I am going to embrace the life I have left. It is the only thing we can do now.”
I do what I have to do. I can’t let myself die. I have too much pride for that but I also thought I had too much pride to do what I do now. Beating up people, intimidating others and worse; I just don’t know how much longer I can justify doing this. Maybe I should just let myself die. I immediately cast that idea out of my head. Suicide isn’t acceptable and never will be under any circumstance. I have been stripped of the right to take my own life. I must walk this world until my existence ends by a means other than by my own hand. I breathe in the cold air. It isn’t the same as the Steppes.
“We could actually make decent lives for ourselves here.”
The moment I heard those words, I should have known. Should I just embrace it also? Should I walk the same path as Borchu? I don’t know. Working for The Vor V Zakone offers more than anything else I can do at the moment. The Vor has taken a liking to both of us especially Borchu with his eagerness to take on anything that makes money. I find myself just going along for the ride more than anything. I know The Vor wants me to step up also. I know he sees value in me with my size and strength. I feel like I being ripped apart on the inside though. I literally feel my stomach turning in knots; it is actually shooting pains throughout my body just at the thought. Wait…the pain is real and it is suddenly increasing in intensity. I feel like it is a bullet shooting through me. I feel something coming up, blood spews out and onto the snow by my feet. Coughing up blood? Why? I fall to my knees; I can immediately feel the cold on them. I spit up more blood. I feel dizzy from the pain.
“What is wrong with me…”
The words barely escape my lips. I can see something out of the corner of my eye coming towards me. I feel like I am hallucinating, I see gold. I hear something that almost sounds like music, but I retch over into the snow before I can figure out the source. It is coming closer though. I can feel the darkness creeping onward. My face hits the snow as the music is now in my ear.
“I am going to save you…”
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08/30/2014
Tugarin Zmey stood center stage while chaos ensued around him. He simply stood and watched as he does everything. Strippers were hanging decorations, midget and normal sized bouncers were moving tables and chairs around. All the while the big man just stood and watched. He could help and move the furniture that the dwarves were struggling with or he could even help the strippers who are standing on stools to reach the ceiling in order to hang various decorations. But he doesn’t. Why? Why does Zmey stand there like a douchebag not helping out? Because Lord DMK told him to stand there and not move. Lord DMK is the one who runs the show in the Bada Bing II, he is the only fucker that gives orders in this universe. And the Lord of the Universe wants to perfect the spotlight that he will have shown on the feature attraction of the party, Tugarin Zmey. Everything has to be perfect for him, it needs to go right. This is DMK’s coming out party. Not the homosexual kind of coming out either you assclowns.
DMK: I have a picture in my head. It is a picture of Zmey standing on the stage with the decapitated head of Kyle Matthews. You think it would be possible to replicate his head?
Ryan: I could make some calls. Are you sure that isn’t going a bit over the top?
DMK and Ryan Brockie stood in his office, looking through the window down at the center stage. DMK didn’t take his stare off of the giant as he briefly thought about Ryan once again trying to piss on his parade. He was starting to wonder why he kept this sour grape around.
DMK: That is the same thing about the Midget Death Squad and they are proving their worth.
As DMK says that, a few of the MDS walk into the office. They are wearing official Midget Death Squad t-shirts that are available for sale on the KKK website, www.kkk.xxx. It does contain graphic pornography also for those with young children around, parental discretion advised.
Ryan: They are crackheads and height challenged.
DMK turns away from the window and surveys his security task force. DMK beams with pride as he looks at them, Ryan beams with disgust as he looks over the same bunch of shitbirds.
DMK: First off, I am aware that they are midgets. That is why there are so many of them. And second off, crackheads work cheaper than Mexicans and are way more loyal. They work for crack rocks. That is way cheaper. Crackheads can survive off just crack rock. They don’t need money for rice and beans, tequila and diapers. All I need to do is make sure I have an ample supply of crack and they have the fear of the motherfucking Midget King in their hearts. They know I will hunt them down and stuff them like an animal if they try to fuck me over.
Three of them are sitting around a table talking on the other side of the office. They are all disgusting looking hobbits. The one with the Jew nose seems to be leading the conversation.
DMK: See even now they are discussing security for tonight.
They are talking about eating pussy. Crackheads are disgusting, blame them if you are offended.
Ryan: I am wondering how you found so many small crack fiends?
DMK: They are midgets. It is okay to use the word. And I am drug dealer. Little people conventions in Seattle accounts for a good portion of my clientele. Fucking midgets love the crack.
Ryan is still disgusted and attempts to steer the conversation away.
Ryan: I got word of the next person to face Zmey.
DMK: The next person to get their shit shoved in the wrong way?
Ryan: Well that is a vile way to put it. He is going head to head with Cameron Stone.
DMK looks at Ryan slightly confused.
DMK: The big guy on commentary? I thought that bitch was neutered.
Ryan: Well apparently he has taken issue with some of your recent decisions such as recruiting Samael Ahriman to our side.
DMK turns his attention to the MDS group sitting at the table.
DMK: Attention on deck!
DMK yells and they snap out their seats. They scurry over and stand in front of DMK at attention.
DMK: I need you to go get Zmey.
Jewnose MDS: Which one of us?
DMK: Doesn’t matter. The first to get him here gets a free rock.
DMK gets out the word free and all three take off through the door. DMK looks back at Ryan.
DMK: So Cameron Stone is all pissy because his friend came to us, fuck him. I remember when he was a hardcore kind of guy back during The New Epoch era. When did he shrivel up into a fucking woman? What, does Samael need Stone’s permission to take a goddam piss?
Ryan shrugs.
Ryan: My guess is he is just hurt to see his friend make the decision he made. Apparently they were tight.
DMK: Tight like a fucking butthole. Fuck Cameron Stone. He wants to challenge the biggest dog in the yard, then he will get the biggest dog. Zmey is going to rip his face off.
Zmey walks into the room at that moment. DMK smiles as he waves Zmey over.
DMK: Your next opponent has been announced. You are fighting Cameron Stone. What are you going to do to him?
Tugarin: Rip his face off.
Master Blaster motherfuckers.
DMK: That is why I love this guy.
DMK pats Zmey kneecaps since he can’t reach his back.
Ryan: I am glad you are confident about this. Stone is definitely going to be a different type of challenge than Kyle Matthews was.
Samael: Matthews was only a kid, Stone is a beast.
Samael Ahriman walks into the lair of the midget. Sounds strange to hear that, almost as strange as stomping on Schneider’s balls. Scratch that. That happens on the regular like a goddam period.
DMK: I thought you were going to be here like an hour ago.
Samael: I am not familiar with Seattle and there is no address to this place. That would make this place a lot easier to find.
DMK: Why do I need an address? People know where we are.
Ryan just shakes his head; Samael looks slightly confused as does DMK. Apparently DMK is on a different page than the rest of the world. Samael soon catches on that DMK legitimately doesn’t have an address for this place or understands the need for one.
Ryan: So moving on…
Samael: Uh yeah…so I have gotten to know Stone over the years of sharing a locker room with him and sitting on commentary with him. I can tell you that he won’t be a pushover and won’t be as easy to take down as Matthews was.
DMK: You don’t have to point out the obvious to me. I am short, not stupid.
Debatable.
DMK: Can’t you put some kind of satanic curse on him or something? Do you know black magic?
Samael: I don’t think you understand Satanism.
DMK: Of course I do. It is all about sacrificing animals, pissing on virgins and practicing voodoo.
Samael says nothing. He can only wonder how someone can exist in DMK’s head as everyone does that talk to him for more than five minutes.
Samael: I don’t practice voodoo. Sorry, no curses.
DMK: Well your religion wasn’t exactly your selling point.
It was his familiarity with the roster and the WFWF. But I don’t feel like writing that scene as a flashback so you will have to take my word for it.
Samael: It happens we have mutual interests so you are just as much as a means to an end as I am to you.
DMK: Yeah whatever you mean by that. You are part of the KKK now, a member of the army. Personal interests are everything here. You help me, I help you.
DMK pretty much just reiterates what Samael said.
Ryan: So Samael, what are your interests?
Ryan’s attempt to steer the conversation towards something constructive.
Samael: Currently they are to see Zmey run over the competition. Things are stagnant in the WFWF and need to be stirred up.
DMK: Then we will start with that little bitch Stone.
Samael: I wouldn’t write him off as just some bitch. I want to Zmey pick him apart but he needs to be smart. This match plays right into Stone’s wheelhouse with it being no disqualification.
DMK looks over at Tugarin Zmey.
DMK: What will you do when you face Cameron Stone?
Tugarin: I will rip his face off.
DMK: Are you scared?
Tugarin looks down at DMK with a tilt to his head.
Tugarin: Scared? Fear has no place in my existence.
DMK: Do you think he has a chance of beating you?
Tugarin: Only if he can kill me. You want me to beat Cameron Stone until he is left broken and crippled, I will do it. I will not stop until you will it so or I die, whichever happens first. That was our agreement. I am the Thrall. I do what I am commanded to do. I have no other purpose.
Samael stares hard at Tugarin as if he was trying to see into his soul or something else Satanic.
DMK: Tugarin Zmey, ladies and gentlemen, DMK’s killing machine.
Ryan: Confidence is one thing but Stone has experience which I have told you since the beginning that is the thing that your team is lacking.
Always a buzzkill Ryan Brockie.
DMK: Yeah that is why we got this guy. He has experience and has Satan on his side so it is like a two for one deal. There is no way that Stone will overcome The Dragon. We have too much wrapped up in the future of Zmey to let ourselves be derailed by some over the hill fuck who never did anything. Zmey will not lose and we will be making an example out of Stone. Now fuck all else. I have a party to get ready for.
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I shoot straight up in bed. I am covered in a cold sweat. The dream…it felt real. It was real. It was déjà vu. Reliving dreams, reliving memories…I almost feel tortured by the past. My feet touch the cold floor as I sit up. The first time I saw Delilah. It brings a smile to my face even given the spam circumstances. I gather my senses and finally leave my bed. I can smell something cooking, it draws me to the kitchen. As I round the corner into the kitchen, I see the angel from my dreams.
“I didn’t know you were awake, hayr.”
She calls me father in Armenian. It is something that brings a smile to my face every time. Her face from that day is still fresh in my head, now five removed she have grown into a beautiful woman. She was only ten on that day she found me in my own blood. She saved me. I found out she was all alone and had nowhere to go or stay. I took her in and she became a daughter to me. She brought happiness to my life I hadn’t known since being exiled. She saved me from dying. I look at her now and she only brings more happiness these days.
“I was making kadaif.”
She knows I love that Armenian dessert. The smell fills my nostrils.
“A man came by for you while you were sleeping. He was Russian.”
I know who it was. I am not happy for him to be here. That is a world I want Delilah far from. I will protect her and keep her safe. I found someone as alone as I was in this world. And now together we aren’t alone anymore. We have each other, forever and always. I have found some meaning when I didn’t think I would. She gives me a reason to wake up in the morning and a reason to do the things I do. I love her. She is my okhin.
“I told him you weren’t around.”
She is the one purely innocent person in my life. She always sees the good in everyone. She sees the good in me when everyone else just sees me as a tool.
“He apologized for bothering me and left.”
He was doing more than that but I don’t want to tell her that. This Russian, The Brigadier, was a sick man. He was a butcher I don’t want around her. If he was trying to make me mad, he succeeded. I try so hard to not let that life bleed into this one. I can’t have anything happen to her. I don’t know what would happen to me if something did.
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I am sorry…
Kyle Matthews, one day I hope I am able to apologize to you for what happened. I only did what I was told to do. You are a good kid who is entering a dangerous world. I came from an even more dangerous one.
I was the more seasoned fighter.
There was only one way that could have gone down.
I am sorry, Kyle.
I didn’t want to decapitate you.
DMK is “gathering his soldiers” as he likes to say these days. He wants an army at his command, one that is completely about personal gain. United in selfish desires, he seeks allies. He finds one in Samael Ahriman.
I guess it doesn’t really matter to me. Looking at the big picture isn’t one of my uses.
I am a soldier.
I am a soldier in The Midget’s KKK Army.
I am his assassin as he says.
The Exiled Assassin.
More little people, Samael Ahriman, anyone else he recruits, they are all blurs in my life. The only people in focus are DMK and whoever he wants me to hurt.
Cameron Stone…announcer…semi-retired wrestler…renowned hardcore tough guy…
I am to understand that Cameron has taken offense to the actions of Samael Ahriman. I don’t understand politics and why that would cause Cameron to request a match with me. It feels like a spider web of blame and somehow I am thrown into a match. One that is will test my mettle according to Samael. I am not complaining about the match or the idea of facing Cameron in an environment that favors him.
I don’t care who it is. Man or woman, young or old. DMK says destroy then I destroy. If DMK wants me to accept the challenge on Cameron Stone’s terms then I will. I will do it and I will slaughter him in it.
I am going to decapitate Cameron Stone.
If people want this to be my proving ground then I accept the challenge. DMK told me to make a statement with this. He wants blood. He will get no less than what he requests.
Samael has been trying to educate me some on the roster of the WFWF including my upcoming opponent. I don’t think he quite understands me.
What is there to understand?
I exist to destroy.
I exist to kill.
I exist to serve the Master.
Our focus is on the future. DMK wants that future to bright and littered with glory and fame. The KKK Army, the army of self-interest.
DMK’s interests are evident and out on the table for the world to see. He hasn’t made any effort to conceal what he wants.
Samael on the other hand has made every effort to conceal his true interests.
What is he doing with DMK?
What does he have planned?
I ask these questions briefly in my head but then quickly dismiss them. It isn’t my place to ponder such things.
My focus is Cameron Stone.
The Dragon is coming to feast on the man named Cameron. He is going to burn everything around.
He is going to slaughter the livestock and rip apart the peasants…
The Dragon has no restraint…no limit…no leash….
I am going to be unleashed at Grudge. I have nothing to hold me back.
I have only one purpose…
To Destroy All Monsters….
