Post by Kyzer on Jan 20, 2015 5:01:51 GMT -5
Everyone has a motive…
I walk through this world blindly following the shot caller.
No ambition.
But everyone I am around is drenched with ulterior motives, hidden ambition and treacherous desires. I watch DMK sit behind his desk and plan out a celebration. Under one of his little hands rests the WFWF Tag Team title with my name on it. Since winning it, he has kept it safe as he puts it. I just see him walk around with it showing it off to all the strippers and anyone who will pay attention.
Samael has made his disgust known about DMK taking credit for our victory, I have noticed how annoyed he gets when he sees DMK wear it.
“Why do you let him take the credit? We won those titles, you and I…NOT that psycho midget.”
My answer does nothing to appease him.
“That is what a soldier does.”
I am not blind to the fact that he has motives behind the face he puts on in front of the rest of the KKK Army.
“But you aren’t just a soldier…”
He doesn’t understand.
“You aren’t some mindless killing machine…”
She said the same thing on the boat.
“It is okay for you to express some emotion every once and a while…”
I see the manipulation.
“We are friends…”
Friends? I do not have friends. Friends do not manipulate, lie, deceive, use, demean or abuse their friends. I have people fighting over who gets to pull my strings. I exist in a den of vipers. I live in the world of the Alpha Predator. Only the strong, cunning and ambitious apply. Does he think I am not aware that everyone is trying to manipulate me? Does he think I am stupid just because I don’t speak?
“I have no use for the spotlight.”
Every response I give causes him to probe and poke harder. It only fuels his assault against my outer shell. I have to give credit to his determination despite how futile. I look beyond Samael to the newest snake slithering up. This one is the slickest of them all.
Ryan Brockie is the suit. He has become the corporate face of the KoKaine Konspiracy and PR man for DMK. I have noticed how he plays both sides of the fence with DMK and Samael. But I can’t downplay the surprise I had when I saw him on the boat. How deep does the deceit go in this pit?
“The next match awaits…”
He is grinning ear to ear.
“Joe Bishop…”
I don’t know who that is.
“Daniel Kirkbride…”
I don’t know who that is either.
“Who gives a f~ck?”
The Midget Master enters the conversation only to dismiss talk of both opponents before it could even start.
“It does matter.”
Samael chiming in with words that will spark another argument with DMK. The two go back forth constantly over how much merit we should give our challengers, with DMK claiming they deserve none and Samael fighting back with how they should be respected. I don’t know how they do it, to argue over something so trivial just looks exhausting.
What does it matter? When you are in that ring, when I hear that bell…
Instinct takes over. Bishop and Kirkbride could both be the most skilled wrestlers in the world. But my instinct isn’t to wrestle. They are more primal than that. The Alpha Predator that exists in me comes out, the fire blazes…
That bell rings, and I exist to fight and to kill. He hits me, I hit him harder. He kicks me, I kick him harder. He tries to take me down, I take him down. Fighting isn’t a complicated science. Hurt the opponent before they hurt me. And to beat me they will have to kill me.
I have one skill in this world. I am a savant in this area. I can fight. I will fight. I will Daniel Kirkbride, Joe Bishop or anyone else. I don’t see the differences between these people and the other people in the WFWF as I listen to DMK and Samael argue.
“None of them will stand a chance against this big ass motherf~cker! No one has!”
“Bishop has been National and International Champion multiple times. He has a lot of experience in wrestling and in the WFWF. Not to mention he is running around with Trace Demon, Kyle Matthews and this Final Revolution stuff.”
“Kyle who? You mean that poor kid you resh~t out after Zmey sh~t him out first? And Trace got his ass handed to him by that p~ssy willow from Leeds.”
“Are you really that ignorant about everyone else in the world?”
“I am only ignorant about pussies I am not trying to stick my monster cock into. I don’t go clam diving with these queens like you used to.”
Bickering little children, Ryan stands back and watches with a smile on his face. It was as if he tried to instigate this on purpose to create tension. An army based on ego and selfishness could only be doomed to self-destruct. Joe Bishop, decorated veteran and member of the Final Revolution. Daniel Kirkbride, rising star and religious ‘zealot’. I am sure there is more to these guys than that. That is all I can gather from the fighting.
But does it matter? When all I see is just another a face does it matter if I put a name to it? Do I have to attach some kind of emotional attachment whether it is positive or negative to every opponent? This is something that I do fail to understand in the wrestling business. Emotions are supercharged over every little action to every giant event. Everything is taken so personally. Listening to DMK rant on about Drakz, Joe Bishop, Daniel Kirkbride or whoever it happens to be, it is always filled with such passion, energy and conviction. It as if each person has personally wronged him just by fate placing them across from me on a booking card.
His vitriol towards Drakz might be founded given their personal history and connection.
But what has Bishop done? What has Kirkbride done?
“F~ck this. How about I just shoot both the bitches before the match and then Zmey can have the night off? Then you can sacrifice them to your pagan god. I mean, sh~t, Kirkbride is a bible thumper so you make get bonus points with ol’ Lucidick.”
DMK putting a personal touch on an insult exemplifying how worked up everyone seems to get in this business. Everyone seems to have some much at stake at all times that no one seems to be able to relax. There is so much ambition in such a brutal sport.
I have no aspirations for gold.
I have no ambition for the spotlight.
I have no desire to be famous.
I am a soldier who prefers to stay in the shadows.
I am a warrior who prefers to pass on rewards.
I am a dragon who prefers to soar through the air.
The fire must rain down though.
And the ground must erupt open.
The pitiful whelps must be burned and swallowed into the oblivion.
Everyone has their roles in existence. Despite not understanding some of the aspects of this world, I must trek through it and complete the tasks that I am given.
It is my role as The Dragon to burn the enemies of my master. No matter whom they are or what they have done. It doesn’t matter if they are a morally sound individual like Daniel Kirkbride or a corrupt deviant like Joe Bishop. Their beliefs, their convictions, ambitions or goals do not matter. Nor does anything that gets burned as collateral damage. That is just part of war.
And DMK has declared war.
His soldier awaits orders.
“This kid Daniel’s star is rising as fast as Zmey’s. This guy could trump the tag title win and use this ‘Golden Opportunity’ to upset Drakz. Then the spotlight will be on him instead of you and your ‘Dragon’. What will you do then?”
DMK is visibly angry. I wonder every day how he hasn’t popped a blood vessel in his head yet.
“This kid is aiming to steal my glory then we have a different story. Then this punkass is going to get the full treatment. Have you ever seen the movie In Too Deep? I will do to this kid what LL Cool J does to a guy who f~cks his girl. Let me save you the trouble of looking it up, he f~cks the traitorous piece of sh~t in the ass with a pool stick until he dies from internal bleeding. Before you say anything, yes I did just threaten to sodomize Joel Osteen in the ass with a pool stick. I will make the Red Wedding just look like a light flow day. After I am done, he will only be able to the pads with the wings because he won’t be able to keep a tampon up that gaping hole. Do you f~cking understand how serious I am?”
One would think DMK should be the Dragon with all this intensity and explosiveness.
“No little pus with a cross hanging from his neck or any member from a third rate New Epoch rip-off is going to take what I have. Everything I have built up is not going to be taken down by the likes of these two. Or anyone else for that matter. You want to talk about respect? What kind of f~cking respect do I get? What kind of respect does Zmey get? We have Drakz stealing the lime light from us in the main event of shows, we have worthless trash going on after us at pay per views, and we are put up against subpar talent like those two assclowns from The Clash. I am sick of everyone including you just dismissing The Midget simply based on the fact I am a few feet shorter than you. You watch yourself, Samael, or you will get the taste slapped out of your mouth by a nine foot cock. I am a patient man but I have a breaking point and all this bullsh~t is hitting it.”
Patient?
“Everyone is f~cking whining about this, whining about that. Trace Demon is whining about losing against Drakz. Schneider will be whining about losing to a dyke, Dave the Gimp is whining about losing to the fairy, Josh Dean is whining about being married to a horse-faced slut, and you are f~cking whining about me not giving enough respect to the opponents of Tugarin Zmey, The Mother-F~cking Dragon who will burn down your mother’s house and then f~ck her in the rubble.”
DMK have barely taken a breath in this tirade of his.
“You can cry, they all can cry. And while everyone has tears rolling down their cheeks, I am going to be sitting here laughing my ass off as I stomp on the back of their necks ridding this place of the worthless dead weight. If you think anyone outside of my inner circle deserves respect than you will never come to an understanding on this point. If you think that I won’t do absolutely anything I have to do to keep this thing trending to the top then you may have me rethinking your usefulness.”
I think this is the first time in my association with DMK, that I have seen him hit this kind of anger level. His head looks like a zit about to pop. While I do not understand such anger and fury, I do have to admit I have respect for it. People’s opinions about DMK may vary but he isn’t someone that can be faulted for a lack of passion, determination, or commitment to whatever he is pursuing. And for a man less than four feet tall, he is fearless.
Daniel Kirkbride…Joe Bishop…they are probably lucky they will be my opponents and not DMK’s.
Accomplishments…Experience…Goals…Ambition…Morality…
It all goes out the window with the sound of the bell. It will just be two men with everything to lose and one man who has nothing left. DMK wants to hang on to something that he can’t lose. DMK will always command the spotlight when he wants it, he fails to realize that.
He doesn’t need me.
But he has me.
And I have nothing.
I went on that boat for answers to questions I didn’t ask. I was given a task I didn’t want. I put that life behind me and things had to be dug back up.
I saw her…or at least I think it is her. 7…8…9…I don’t know how many years it has been. I thought she was gone but somehow…
The Good Shepard was there. I had only met him once before then but he helped me destroy one life and begin another. Now he is here again, is it fate telling me that this life is coming to an end? Is it time to move on to the next?
Zurgadai…Subutai…Tugarin…I can’t remember who I am anymore…
Except I am a monster, a dragon, a carnivore, a predator who is going to kill, maim and slaughter everyone I am commanded to.
Because no matter how I may feel about something or whatever my opinion I may have I am just one thing…
A soldier….
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DMK: I keep having this one reoccurring nightmare. I am in hell and I keep seeing all this horrible sights.
Ashley: Should I even ask?
DMK: Did you ever meet Michael’s friend Drakz?
Ashley: I know who he is.
DMK: He is the devil in these dreams with little cocks for his horns.
Ashley: You watch way too much television.
DMK: I am sure that is it.
DMK sits with his sister for the first time in months. Her house is decorated pretty much like a stereotypical suburban home in Seattle would be. Everything is modern, lots of pictures of Serenity adorn the house. Ashley being the mother of Kyzer’s first child has taken it upon herself to make sure her daughter was involved in all the other bastard Kyzer children’s lives also. Pictures of Gavin and the twins also appear every so often. One picture of Gavin and Serenity together sits on the coffee table near the couch DMK is sitting on. He stares at the picture as he can still picture everything that happened. He quickly shakes his head to attempt to ward off the negative memories that were about to fill his mind.
Ashley: Why are you here Donnie?
DMK called Ashley this time before he showed up so he wouldn’t have a repeat of the last time he was here. This time also, he wasn’t looking for Michael.
DMK: Work has been stressful.
Ashley laughs unintentionally catching herself by surprise.
Ashley: You sell drugs and God knows what else out of a strip club, and you go on television cussing and screaming while some giant beats people up for you.
Harsh Ashley.
DMK: Well that sums up my life.
Ashley: Did I miss something?
DMK: I have sex with a lot of strippers and porn stars.
Ashley: Disgusting. I am your sister, there are something you don’t have to share with me.
DMK laughs this time. Being around family brings out a seldom seen side of Donnie, especially his sister. They were always close growing up and up until the time Donnie introduced Michael to Ashley. After that her life went into a whirlwind. Married, knocked up, abandoned, Ashley was left as a single mother. And Donnie chose to stand with Michael instead of family. Seth disowned Donnie over it but Ashley still loved him despite the fact he turned his back on her for her ex.
DMK: Well you are the only family I have left.
Ashley: I guess I shouldn’t say that Seth says hi.
DMK doesn’t even bother with a response to that. He just continues as if there was pause for her to talk.
DMK: But work is stressful. It is actually the cussing and screaming on television part that I am stressed about. Being a drug dealer is easy. Don’t sell to rats or narcs, simple as that.
Ashley: So why do you need to talk to me about work instead of your cohorts I see you on television with?
DMK: I can’t talk like this in front of my troops, they look up to me. I don’t want to show vulnerability or weakness in front of them. They would lose respect for me.
Ashley: I forget you come from the Kyzer school of philosophy, where being human and a real person is weak and wrong.
DMK: See you understand then. So my problem is I am kind of worried about the path I have taken.
Ashley: Since when do you give a second thought to what you do?
DMK: Since I have to be a little smarter than I normally am. I am in the waters with some sharks who want to see me end up as food just because I used to be friends with Michael. And while I don’t normally second guess myself, I am finding myself having doubts. I don’t know why but I feel like I am on this collision course with something and it isn’t going to end very well. It almost like a feeling of dread for the future.
Ashley: Does it involve Drakz, the Devil with Dick Horns?
DMK: I am sure he will be involved somehow. When I decided to take Zmey and go into the WFWF, I had a clear course of action in my head. Then things got rough and plans changed. Now war is about to erupt and there will be blood and mayhem.
Ashley just looks at DMK skeptically as if he is losing his mind.
DMK: I think it is a collision course between the group I represent, The KKK Army, and pretty much everyone else. I mean the other day, I couldn’t stop yelling. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I am not sleeping. I am getting angry more often than normal. Nothing I do helps in any way. I take Xanax, nothing. I smoke weed, nothing. I do hot yoga, I just feel sweaty. I figured you could just help sort out my head like you used to try to do for Michael.
Ashley unintentionally laughs again.
Ashley: All I ever did was play into the stupid games that Michael used to put me through. I never did anything for him, all I did was mess my head up more. But if you are on this train that is about to collide with another one, then just jump off.
DMK pauses and ponders that.
DMK: Give up the spotlight, the fame and all the glory?
Ashley: If you are having nightmares and having anxiety issues, then eliminate the reasons for those issues. It seems to me it is that place.
DMK stays quiet for a second as he thinks this over. Midget Thinking Man’s pose.
DMK: Eliminate the issues…I like that idea a lot. But jumping off the train is the chicken sh~t way to deal with it. I just need to reroute and derail the other train.
What generic conversation between two siblings right? Like this hasn’t been a scene repeated in different fashions on television and movies for years. Well at least it isn’t two siblings f~cking and possibly producing some hideous inbred swine. It doesn’t matter if it is your half-sister. Blood and semen don’t mix. Courvoisier Cognac is for hoodrat scum, while Grey Goose Vodka is meant to be consumed with cranberry juice by women who are suffering from yeast infections. Little tip to all you would be drinkers who want hair on your balls like DMK.
I walk through this world blindly following the shot caller.
No ambition.
But everyone I am around is drenched with ulterior motives, hidden ambition and treacherous desires. I watch DMK sit behind his desk and plan out a celebration. Under one of his little hands rests the WFWF Tag Team title with my name on it. Since winning it, he has kept it safe as he puts it. I just see him walk around with it showing it off to all the strippers and anyone who will pay attention.
Samael has made his disgust known about DMK taking credit for our victory, I have noticed how annoyed he gets when he sees DMK wear it.
“Why do you let him take the credit? We won those titles, you and I…NOT that psycho midget.”
My answer does nothing to appease him.
“That is what a soldier does.”
I am not blind to the fact that he has motives behind the face he puts on in front of the rest of the KKK Army.
“But you aren’t just a soldier…”
He doesn’t understand.
“You aren’t some mindless killing machine…”
She said the same thing on the boat.
“It is okay for you to express some emotion every once and a while…”
I see the manipulation.
“We are friends…”
Friends? I do not have friends. Friends do not manipulate, lie, deceive, use, demean or abuse their friends. I have people fighting over who gets to pull my strings. I exist in a den of vipers. I live in the world of the Alpha Predator. Only the strong, cunning and ambitious apply. Does he think I am not aware that everyone is trying to manipulate me? Does he think I am stupid just because I don’t speak?
“I have no use for the spotlight.”
Every response I give causes him to probe and poke harder. It only fuels his assault against my outer shell. I have to give credit to his determination despite how futile. I look beyond Samael to the newest snake slithering up. This one is the slickest of them all.
Ryan Brockie is the suit. He has become the corporate face of the KoKaine Konspiracy and PR man for DMK. I have noticed how he plays both sides of the fence with DMK and Samael. But I can’t downplay the surprise I had when I saw him on the boat. How deep does the deceit go in this pit?
“The next match awaits…”
He is grinning ear to ear.
“Joe Bishop…”
I don’t know who that is.
“Daniel Kirkbride…”
I don’t know who that is either.
“Who gives a f~ck?”
The Midget Master enters the conversation only to dismiss talk of both opponents before it could even start.
“It does matter.”
Samael chiming in with words that will spark another argument with DMK. The two go back forth constantly over how much merit we should give our challengers, with DMK claiming they deserve none and Samael fighting back with how they should be respected. I don’t know how they do it, to argue over something so trivial just looks exhausting.
What does it matter? When you are in that ring, when I hear that bell…
Instinct takes over. Bishop and Kirkbride could both be the most skilled wrestlers in the world. But my instinct isn’t to wrestle. They are more primal than that. The Alpha Predator that exists in me comes out, the fire blazes…
That bell rings, and I exist to fight and to kill. He hits me, I hit him harder. He kicks me, I kick him harder. He tries to take me down, I take him down. Fighting isn’t a complicated science. Hurt the opponent before they hurt me. And to beat me they will have to kill me.
I have one skill in this world. I am a savant in this area. I can fight. I will fight. I will Daniel Kirkbride, Joe Bishop or anyone else. I don’t see the differences between these people and the other people in the WFWF as I listen to DMK and Samael argue.
“None of them will stand a chance against this big ass motherf~cker! No one has!”
“Bishop has been National and International Champion multiple times. He has a lot of experience in wrestling and in the WFWF. Not to mention he is running around with Trace Demon, Kyle Matthews and this Final Revolution stuff.”
“Kyle who? You mean that poor kid you resh~t out after Zmey sh~t him out first? And Trace got his ass handed to him by that p~ssy willow from Leeds.”
“Are you really that ignorant about everyone else in the world?”
“I am only ignorant about pussies I am not trying to stick my monster cock into. I don’t go clam diving with these queens like you used to.”
Bickering little children, Ryan stands back and watches with a smile on his face. It was as if he tried to instigate this on purpose to create tension. An army based on ego and selfishness could only be doomed to self-destruct. Joe Bishop, decorated veteran and member of the Final Revolution. Daniel Kirkbride, rising star and religious ‘zealot’. I am sure there is more to these guys than that. That is all I can gather from the fighting.
But does it matter? When all I see is just another a face does it matter if I put a name to it? Do I have to attach some kind of emotional attachment whether it is positive or negative to every opponent? This is something that I do fail to understand in the wrestling business. Emotions are supercharged over every little action to every giant event. Everything is taken so personally. Listening to DMK rant on about Drakz, Joe Bishop, Daniel Kirkbride or whoever it happens to be, it is always filled with such passion, energy and conviction. It as if each person has personally wronged him just by fate placing them across from me on a booking card.
His vitriol towards Drakz might be founded given their personal history and connection.
But what has Bishop done? What has Kirkbride done?
“F~ck this. How about I just shoot both the bitches before the match and then Zmey can have the night off? Then you can sacrifice them to your pagan god. I mean, sh~t, Kirkbride is a bible thumper so you make get bonus points with ol’ Lucidick.”
DMK putting a personal touch on an insult exemplifying how worked up everyone seems to get in this business. Everyone seems to have some much at stake at all times that no one seems to be able to relax. There is so much ambition in such a brutal sport.
I have no aspirations for gold.
I have no ambition for the spotlight.
I have no desire to be famous.
I am a soldier who prefers to stay in the shadows.
I am a warrior who prefers to pass on rewards.
I am a dragon who prefers to soar through the air.
The fire must rain down though.
And the ground must erupt open.
The pitiful whelps must be burned and swallowed into the oblivion.
Everyone has their roles in existence. Despite not understanding some of the aspects of this world, I must trek through it and complete the tasks that I am given.
It is my role as The Dragon to burn the enemies of my master. No matter whom they are or what they have done. It doesn’t matter if they are a morally sound individual like Daniel Kirkbride or a corrupt deviant like Joe Bishop. Their beliefs, their convictions, ambitions or goals do not matter. Nor does anything that gets burned as collateral damage. That is just part of war.
And DMK has declared war.
His soldier awaits orders.
“This kid Daniel’s star is rising as fast as Zmey’s. This guy could trump the tag title win and use this ‘Golden Opportunity’ to upset Drakz. Then the spotlight will be on him instead of you and your ‘Dragon’. What will you do then?”
DMK is visibly angry. I wonder every day how he hasn’t popped a blood vessel in his head yet.
“This kid is aiming to steal my glory then we have a different story. Then this punkass is going to get the full treatment. Have you ever seen the movie In Too Deep? I will do to this kid what LL Cool J does to a guy who f~cks his girl. Let me save you the trouble of looking it up, he f~cks the traitorous piece of sh~t in the ass with a pool stick until he dies from internal bleeding. Before you say anything, yes I did just threaten to sodomize Joel Osteen in the ass with a pool stick. I will make the Red Wedding just look like a light flow day. After I am done, he will only be able to the pads with the wings because he won’t be able to keep a tampon up that gaping hole. Do you f~cking understand how serious I am?”
One would think DMK should be the Dragon with all this intensity and explosiveness.
“No little pus with a cross hanging from his neck or any member from a third rate New Epoch rip-off is going to take what I have. Everything I have built up is not going to be taken down by the likes of these two. Or anyone else for that matter. You want to talk about respect? What kind of f~cking respect do I get? What kind of respect does Zmey get? We have Drakz stealing the lime light from us in the main event of shows, we have worthless trash going on after us at pay per views, and we are put up against subpar talent like those two assclowns from The Clash. I am sick of everyone including you just dismissing The Midget simply based on the fact I am a few feet shorter than you. You watch yourself, Samael, or you will get the taste slapped out of your mouth by a nine foot cock. I am a patient man but I have a breaking point and all this bullsh~t is hitting it.”
Patient?
“Everyone is f~cking whining about this, whining about that. Trace Demon is whining about losing against Drakz. Schneider will be whining about losing to a dyke, Dave the Gimp is whining about losing to the fairy, Josh Dean is whining about being married to a horse-faced slut, and you are f~cking whining about me not giving enough respect to the opponents of Tugarin Zmey, The Mother-F~cking Dragon who will burn down your mother’s house and then f~ck her in the rubble.”
DMK have barely taken a breath in this tirade of his.
“You can cry, they all can cry. And while everyone has tears rolling down their cheeks, I am going to be sitting here laughing my ass off as I stomp on the back of their necks ridding this place of the worthless dead weight. If you think anyone outside of my inner circle deserves respect than you will never come to an understanding on this point. If you think that I won’t do absolutely anything I have to do to keep this thing trending to the top then you may have me rethinking your usefulness.”
I think this is the first time in my association with DMK, that I have seen him hit this kind of anger level. His head looks like a zit about to pop. While I do not understand such anger and fury, I do have to admit I have respect for it. People’s opinions about DMK may vary but he isn’t someone that can be faulted for a lack of passion, determination, or commitment to whatever he is pursuing. And for a man less than four feet tall, he is fearless.
Daniel Kirkbride…Joe Bishop…they are probably lucky they will be my opponents and not DMK’s.
Accomplishments…Experience…Goals…Ambition…Morality…
It all goes out the window with the sound of the bell. It will just be two men with everything to lose and one man who has nothing left. DMK wants to hang on to something that he can’t lose. DMK will always command the spotlight when he wants it, he fails to realize that.
He doesn’t need me.
But he has me.
And I have nothing.
I went on that boat for answers to questions I didn’t ask. I was given a task I didn’t want. I put that life behind me and things had to be dug back up.
I saw her…or at least I think it is her. 7…8…9…I don’t know how many years it has been. I thought she was gone but somehow…
The Good Shepard was there. I had only met him once before then but he helped me destroy one life and begin another. Now he is here again, is it fate telling me that this life is coming to an end? Is it time to move on to the next?
Zurgadai…Subutai…Tugarin…I can’t remember who I am anymore…
Except I am a monster, a dragon, a carnivore, a predator who is going to kill, maim and slaughter everyone I am commanded to.
Because no matter how I may feel about something or whatever my opinion I may have I am just one thing…
A soldier….
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DMK: I keep having this one reoccurring nightmare. I am in hell and I keep seeing all this horrible sights.
Ashley: Should I even ask?
DMK: Did you ever meet Michael’s friend Drakz?
Ashley: I know who he is.
DMK: He is the devil in these dreams with little cocks for his horns.
Ashley: You watch way too much television.
DMK: I am sure that is it.
DMK sits with his sister for the first time in months. Her house is decorated pretty much like a stereotypical suburban home in Seattle would be. Everything is modern, lots of pictures of Serenity adorn the house. Ashley being the mother of Kyzer’s first child has taken it upon herself to make sure her daughter was involved in all the other bastard Kyzer children’s lives also. Pictures of Gavin and the twins also appear every so often. One picture of Gavin and Serenity together sits on the coffee table near the couch DMK is sitting on. He stares at the picture as he can still picture everything that happened. He quickly shakes his head to attempt to ward off the negative memories that were about to fill his mind.
Ashley: Why are you here Donnie?
DMK called Ashley this time before he showed up so he wouldn’t have a repeat of the last time he was here. This time also, he wasn’t looking for Michael.
DMK: Work has been stressful.
Ashley laughs unintentionally catching herself by surprise.
Ashley: You sell drugs and God knows what else out of a strip club, and you go on television cussing and screaming while some giant beats people up for you.
Harsh Ashley.
DMK: Well that sums up my life.
Ashley: Did I miss something?
DMK: I have sex with a lot of strippers and porn stars.
Ashley: Disgusting. I am your sister, there are something you don’t have to share with me.
DMK laughs this time. Being around family brings out a seldom seen side of Donnie, especially his sister. They were always close growing up and up until the time Donnie introduced Michael to Ashley. After that her life went into a whirlwind. Married, knocked up, abandoned, Ashley was left as a single mother. And Donnie chose to stand with Michael instead of family. Seth disowned Donnie over it but Ashley still loved him despite the fact he turned his back on her for her ex.
DMK: Well you are the only family I have left.
Ashley: I guess I shouldn’t say that Seth says hi.
DMK doesn’t even bother with a response to that. He just continues as if there was pause for her to talk.
DMK: But work is stressful. It is actually the cussing and screaming on television part that I am stressed about. Being a drug dealer is easy. Don’t sell to rats or narcs, simple as that.
Ashley: So why do you need to talk to me about work instead of your cohorts I see you on television with?
DMK: I can’t talk like this in front of my troops, they look up to me. I don’t want to show vulnerability or weakness in front of them. They would lose respect for me.
Ashley: I forget you come from the Kyzer school of philosophy, where being human and a real person is weak and wrong.
DMK: See you understand then. So my problem is I am kind of worried about the path I have taken.
Ashley: Since when do you give a second thought to what you do?
DMK: Since I have to be a little smarter than I normally am. I am in the waters with some sharks who want to see me end up as food just because I used to be friends with Michael. And while I don’t normally second guess myself, I am finding myself having doubts. I don’t know why but I feel like I am on this collision course with something and it isn’t going to end very well. It almost like a feeling of dread for the future.
Ashley: Does it involve Drakz, the Devil with Dick Horns?
DMK: I am sure he will be involved somehow. When I decided to take Zmey and go into the WFWF, I had a clear course of action in my head. Then things got rough and plans changed. Now war is about to erupt and there will be blood and mayhem.
Ashley just looks at DMK skeptically as if he is losing his mind.
DMK: I think it is a collision course between the group I represent, The KKK Army, and pretty much everyone else. I mean the other day, I couldn’t stop yelling. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I am not sleeping. I am getting angry more often than normal. Nothing I do helps in any way. I take Xanax, nothing. I smoke weed, nothing. I do hot yoga, I just feel sweaty. I figured you could just help sort out my head like you used to try to do for Michael.
Ashley unintentionally laughs again.
Ashley: All I ever did was play into the stupid games that Michael used to put me through. I never did anything for him, all I did was mess my head up more. But if you are on this train that is about to collide with another one, then just jump off.
DMK pauses and ponders that.
DMK: Give up the spotlight, the fame and all the glory?
Ashley: If you are having nightmares and having anxiety issues, then eliminate the reasons for those issues. It seems to me it is that place.
DMK stays quiet for a second as he thinks this over. Midget Thinking Man’s pose.
DMK: Eliminate the issues…I like that idea a lot. But jumping off the train is the chicken sh~t way to deal with it. I just need to reroute and derail the other train.
What generic conversation between two siblings right? Like this hasn’t been a scene repeated in different fashions on television and movies for years. Well at least it isn’t two siblings f~cking and possibly producing some hideous inbred swine. It doesn’t matter if it is your half-sister. Blood and semen don’t mix. Courvoisier Cognac is for hoodrat scum, while Grey Goose Vodka is meant to be consumed with cranberry juice by women who are suffering from yeast infections. Little tip to all you would be drinkers who want hair on your balls like DMK.
I dont know good luck 
