Post by Kyzer on Aug 14, 2018 2:15:59 GMT -5
The Dragon
The Monster
The Giant
The Barbarian
The Destroyer
The Savage
The Soldier
The Beast
I am just a man…
Tugarin Zmey…
Subutai Khagan…
Zurgadai Suhr…
I am a nameless weapon…
Pain
Suffering
Blood
Tears
The effects of my presence…
What do you see when you look at me?
Freak…
Thrall…
Exile…
Life has never been glamorous for me, nor has it ever been easy.
The scars on my body are proof of this.
This existence has seen a thousand battles.
It has never known peace.
I am not motivated by avarice, hate, vengeance or ego.
I don’t do the things I do because I enjoy them.
I didn’t take pleasure in crushing his face.
I did it because I had to.
You don’t understand.
No one does.
He saved me.
He saved her.
He gave me another chance.
I owe him.
And he lost.
So I had to do what I did.
I won’t apologize for my actions, there was no malicious intent.
It was how things had to be.
It is the price you pay for success.
You don’t fault an animal for following its instincts.
My instinct is to kill.
It is what I am good at.
I am Olgoi-Khorkhoi.
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Present
I know how people feel about him. I am not blind or ignorant. He has a reputation as a bad person who lacks morals, standards, or respect for anyone. He is a user. I know this. I have watched him go after his former brothers. I have been a weapon of his in this endeavor. I acknowledge my part. I am not absolved from my crimes in this war. I will stand trial for them one day.
That day is not upon us.
The sight of her golden blond hair in the corner of my eye breaks my train of thought. The sun hits her hair causing it to sparkle in the light. I can’t help but stare as she walks up the riverfront path to me.
She is why I do everything I do.
“Zuggy!”
Her name for me. She almost breaks into a run the last few yards to me. We are an odd sight, a seven foot man in a mask and a five foot blond haired, blue eyed beauty. She is the reason I am still here standing today. Of course I never tell her this. She doesn’t need to know. As long as she knows she is safe. No one will ever hurt her again.
She wraps me up in a hug. She is to this day the only person to ever hug me. She lets go and looks up at me. She is the only pure person I have ever met in my life. And yet she has been through so much. She deserves so much better.
“Have you checked out this town? I just spent the last two hours walking around downtown checking out all the different shops and restaurants.”
She proceeds to shove about fifteen to go menus into my hand.
“And look at this; we are right by the river! I see a turtle!”
I pull her back from the railing on the path as it is the only thing keeping her from jumping into the water. It is almost like wrangling a puppy sometimes. I can’t get mad at her though. She is so happy.
“I am so happy Mikey told you about this place.”
Her name for him.
She is the reason I am here now. She is the reason why I know what the WFWF knows who I am.
“When am I going to see him again? He always has the best stories!”
She is so hyper.
“I don’t know.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
And that is the truth. I haven’t talked to him since he lost.
“Well next time you talk to him, tell him I want him to visit! Did you know we are only five minutes from the beach?”
He recommended this town. Small and quiet, he said. I already like it better than Seattle. She needed to get to a place where there was no chance of her getting caught up in our ‘drama’.
I will die before anything bad ever happens to her again.
“I saw that.”
She loves it here.
“Can we go check out the beach? I love the beach!”
So much excitement with every word.
“If that is what you want to do.”
The beach isn’t really my preference.
“Do you not like the beach?”
She is more intuitive than I thought. That’s impressive considering she can’t see my face and all the while staring at a turtle.
“I have just seen enough sand for my lifetime.”
She turns and looks up at me. Our eyes meet hers bright and beautiful, mine dark and full of pain.
“Because of where you are from?”
“Yeah.”
“Gobi, right?”
She pays attention.
“Yeah, the Gobi Desert.”
“I want to go see where you are from one day.”
“No, you don’t. It is dangerous, cold and not a place you want to go.”
Or a place I am not allowed to return to.
“How can it be cold if it is a desert? I thought they were all hot.”
“Not this one. Mongolia isn’t a place you want to visit. Just trust me on that. I have been to a lot of places in the world and Mongolia is at the bottom of the list to ever return to.”
She doesn’t press the issue which makes me relax a little bit. My homeland isn’t something I enjoying talking about. It isn’t a bad place in the slightest. My heart breaks every day I wake up and I am not under the Eternal Blue Sky on the Steppes.
But how can I possibly tell her why I can never return home?
How do I explain being exiled by my own people?
I don’t want to shatter her perception of me. She doesn’t know about the horrible things I have done in the past or the ones I am currently involved in. I am her guardian. She may be in her twenties but after what she has gone through, she can’t be on her own. She needs me. She needs me as she sees me right now.
“So I am going on another trip soon.”
“Am I staying here?”
“That was my plan. Is that alright with you?”
“As long as you come back for me.”
She turns and embraces me in another hug. It is not a romantic connection that bonds us. It is something deeper than that. The moment I met her, I knew she was someone I needed to help. The connection was instantaneous.
He saved her. We both owe him.
And now I have to leave her behind to carry out his final instructions to me. I hate this. I hate having to leave her. I don’t lose any sleep over leaving someone a bloody mess but this I do.
I am a monster with a soft spot of little blond girl.
I will always come back for you.
“You never have to worry about me not coming back.”
Satisfied she lets go.
“Where are you going this time?”
“Tokyo.”
Her eyes light up.
“Will you bring me back something Japanese?”
The way she says that brings a smile to my face. Unfortunately it is hidden behind the mask.
“I will bring you back something. Just stay out of trouble.”
“Why are you going to Tokyo?”
To ruin a man.
“Just work.”
My work includes kicking a man in the back of his head while he is being challenged by a midget to a fight. My work includes beating and breaking the same man three different times. I am a puppet used for war and violence. It is my one use in this world beyond protecting her from harm.
Unfortunately for the universe, I excel at war and violence.
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Past
Budapest is calling my name. It has been a long time. This visit isn’t really about pleasure though I wish it was. I have always been fond of this city. Amazing f~cking spas. Unfortunately I am here to help DMK expand his fledgling drug empire. The things I do for my friends.
“F~ck, I just want to go relax.”
The flight was awful. As much as I travel, I have always hate flying. Flying to Budapest from Seattle is awful. I don’t recommend it. I feel the freshness of the night as I step out of the airport and into the Hungarian night. There is one person waiting at 3 am.
“Jesus…”
This is the biggest man I have ever seen. I slow as I walk towards him. There is something about this guy.
“Michael Kyzer?”
His deep voice stops me in my tracks instantly. I don’t know who this man is or why he knows my name. I have been around enough criminals that I know who to be scared of. This man is definitely someone to fear. I have goosebumps.
“Um…no?”
I don’t know why I said that. I feel like I should turn and run away. Maybe I flew into a trap. I have don’t have any delusions about how there isn’t anyone out there that wants me dead. I can’t see his face behind all his black hair. He looks like he could pop my head like a zit Game of Thrones style. Has The Mountain come to kill me?
“You are Michael Kyzer, no?”
“Um…yes?”
“Mr. Clark sent me to pick you up and escort you around.”
I don’t know if I should believe him. The hair on my arms is still standing straight up.
“You’re my bodyguard?”
“Yes.”
What the f~ck am I walking into?
“Mr. Clark has had some problems recently and he wants to make sure that doesn’t affect your visit.”
Joy.
“So what do I call you?”
“Subutai Khagan.”
“That isn’t a real name.”
“What?”
“Khagan is a title, not a name. No one is named Khagan. And since when are there are still people naming themselves after a 13th century Mongol general?”
I don’t know if I just made a mistake. He looks down at me and it is the first time I notice his face. He is wearing a metal mask. I think I am in a horror movie. Acting on instinct I take a step away in case I just made this horror monster angry.
“Interesting.”
I can’t ever remember being intimidated by a person like this before. What the f~ck is this thing thinking?
“It is the name I go by now.”
Subutai Khagan.
“So I guess we are going to the hotel?”
“Wherever you want.”
How am I supposed to get any sleep with this monster nearby?
“Take me to the club. I am too wired to sleep.”
That is the truth. Being scared like this has gotten my adrenaline up. Might as well take it out on a stripper’s ass.
“So what is your story Khan of Khans?”
I can’t help myself. I am going to get murdered for being a smartass.
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Past
Imagine a strip club.
“So of course, Michael, you are free to have any of the ladies in the club for a private dance.”
It always pays to be tight with the guy who really runs the strip club.
“I appreciate that, Ian.”
He doesn’t do this out of the kindness of his heart. I may moonlight as a professional wrestler here and there but I am a man who has connections and knows people. Someone like Ian who is involved in a lot of shady activities can benefit from other people I know. Also it pays to have dirt on someone. Ian here loves underage p~ssy. While here in the sh~tty part of Budapest, that might be overlooked but not in the rest of the world where this sick f~ck wants to do business.
“Just let me know if one catches your eye.”
As the words leave his lips, I have spotted one that I like across the room. Short, blond, and looks athletic. She could be fun. I nod in her direction.
“Her.”
He motions for someone to fetch her.
“I will send her to the Platinum Room in the back.”
Platinum Room? I never understood why strip clubs dress up the name of the room where strippers blow clients. I grab a random drink off a tray of a passing waitress and sip it as I head to the room.
“Vodka. Nice choice.”
I don’t say this to anyone other than myself. I barely sit down before she walks in. Blond hair…blue eyes…the dimples…she reminds me of someone but I can’t put finger on who.
“So they told me you were someone special and you chose me out of everyone here to dance for you.”
Her words come out with emptiness to them and no Slavic accent. She is definitely on something. I can see track lines on one arm even in the lowlight of the dick sucking room. I am the last to judge someone on their recreational habits.
“Where are you from?”
“What do you mean?”
I can’t tell if she doesn’t understand the question because she is f~cked up or because she has something else off about her. She keeps trying to avoid eye contact with me. Why can’t I figure out why she looks familiar?
“I mean, we are in Budapest, Hungary and you are speaking English devoid of any accent. You are obviously from the U.S. right?”
She sways around to the music like a junkie would do.
“Irmo…”
Where the f~ck is that?
“South Carolina.”
I don’t need to take a guess as to how she ended up here. Maybe I need to cut back on the drugs, my memory is going to sh~t and there is something about this girl.
“Do you want me to dance for you?”
I wave for her to go ahead as I take a sip from my drink. I just can’t shake the feeling…then it hits me.
“Stop dancing and look at me.”
I grab her by the chin and take a good look at her face. It hits me to the core. Ghosts pop up around me.
“Serenity.”
“What?”
She looks just like her but older.
“It is the name of my daughter. You look so much like her it freaked me out for a second.”
“Delilah. That’s my name.”
It is messing with me how much she looks like Serenity. She moves my hand and starts dancing again. I am in a daze for a few moments. Images of my daughter being a stripper flash through my head and it sends an involuntary chill down my spine. I don’t want this life for my daughter.
“You need to stop.”
She doesn’t because this girl is FUBAR.
“STOP!”
It takes me yelling in her face to snap her out of whatever drug dream she was in while dancing.
“Stay here a minute. I will be right back.”
This is not what I wanted to get from Ian. I know I am going to hate myself for this tomorrow. I walk out of the Platinum Room and quickly spot the man I am looking for. I cut through the unwashed Hungarians that fill this place as quickly as I can. He sees me and gets a confused look on his face.
“Was she not up to standard for you, my friend?”
I f~cking hate myself for doing this.
“I can help you with one of your problems.”
He pulls me down a hallway and into an office that looks exactly as you would picture the office in a Hungarian strip looking like. He doesn’t say anything until we are in the office with it being just the two of us. I don’t know why I am doing this.
“What problem is that?”
“I know someone that can really help your business expand in the States. I will warn you now, he is a slightly odd midget but he has a good business reputation. He can help you expand in areas that you wouldn’t be able to reach otherwise.”
“And you want what out of this? You always have to get something out of any deal you are involved in.”
Don’t do it you stupid f~ck. DON”T F~CKING DO IT! You can get better than this!
“I want the girl I was with, the American…”
“Why her?”
“-and what’s the story with your man, Subutai?”
“Why?”
“He is interesting and I can see a lot of uses for a guy like that.”
He just stares. I hate it when people do that. Like you really need to think this hard about something. I have things I need to go. I shouldn’t even be here right now bargaining for the freedom of some girl I don’t know that I met in a third world strip club. Maybe I caught some new STD that makes me give a sh~t when I shouldn’t.
“The guy is pretty valuable to me.”
“That is understandable, there aren’t very many people like that out there. Consider it a way to seal the deal. I will get DMK on board with everything you want to send through him to the states.”
“Who is DMK?”
“That is the guy who you will be working with. Don’t ask about the name. The explanation isn’t worth the conversation. The guy is efficient and knows how to make some money. He has a fondness for Thai hookers if you catch my meaning.”
I am haggling over people I don’t even know. I sound pathetic, like I am trying to bargain with my father to stay up another five minutes past my bedtime. He picks up a phone off his d it. A moment later a hidden door in the wall next to me opens up and Subutai Khagan steps out. I am going to sh~t myself. Ian does that staring thing again.
“At some point I am going to want my man to come home.”
“Fair enough. I will make the most of our time together.”
“He knows where his loyalty lies.”
We will see about that. I can be a persuasive person.
“Subutai, I am lending your services to Mr. Kyzer for the foreseeable future.”
The monster looks at Ian then looks at me. He says nothing. A shiver goes down my spine. I am really hoping that doesn’t happen every time he looks at me.
“You can find your girl in the back.”
Human trafficking at its finest.
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Past
Subutai puts the passed out Delilah on the bed of my hotel room. She is definitely on something. We found her passed out in the back room when we went to leave. The monster still hasn’t said a word since the airport. Her breathing is evidence she hasn’t died from an overdose. Small miracles.
“We are going to let her sleep it off then we are going to head back to the U.S.”
Still nothing from him.
“You don’t like me do you?”
He just stares with those black eyes behind the mask. There is that shiver again.
“Well this is going to be a dull night with her passed out and you not talking.”
I find the mini bar and immediately pull out a few bottles.
“Anything for you?”
Nothing.
“More for me then.”
Time to make myself comfortable until this junkie wakes up.
“What do you want with her?”
His first words in hours send goosebumps up and down my arms. Apparently he has an interest in her too.
“Why do you care?”
He looks over at her. I wish he didn’t have that mask on and I could read his facial expressions. It is impossible to know that this guy is thinking.
“What do you want with her?”
He turns his attention back to me as he repeats his question.
“I honestly don’t know. It was kind of a spur of the moment decision. Do you know her?”
He looks back at her.
“No.”
But there is something there. This is the use for this doppelganger.
“Alright so this girl here, Delilah, has a strong resemblance to my daughter back home.”
He looks back at me and I pause. What is wrong with me when it comes to him?
“As unsavory as I may be, I didn’t like the idea of seeing my daughter in a place like that. In that moment, I knew I needed to save her.”
Half-truths.
“And for me?”
“This girl is a recovering drug addict, who I imagine was sold into the sex trade business. She is going to need someone to look out after her. She is going to wake up and it is going to be a shock. She is going to be scared.”
I realize that having a giant in a mask might make things a bit scarier for her.
“You want me to watch over her?”
“Pretty much. I will need you for other things but your main responsibility is to protect Delilah.”
I am going to be seriously f~cked if this backfires on me.
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Present
I remember the first time I saw him.
Four feet of height, six fee of confidence.
He saw me as a weapon just like everyone else. But he was most certainly not like everyone else.
Emotional, irrational, impulsive. His persona was unlike anything I had ever come across. He was effective at his peak. Erratic behavior worked for his business dealings. His unorthodox nature was interesting to watch, a stark contrast to what I was used to in past employment.
Unfortunately things are in a downward spiral for him. It is strange to see him in chains. He does not look the same. He almost looks like a lion that has been caged up too long.
“Zmey!”
His name for me. He shuffles as quickly as he can in his leg chains when he sees me. A smile comes across his face. I was in service to him for only a short of amount of time but he left a big impression on me. A man with high ambitions fallen to such sorrowful circumstances.
“I am surprised to see you here. I haven’t had any visitors other than family and lawyers.”
I feel a twinge of emotional conflict here. I didn’t expect this.
“I saw you on TV the other day. It is awesome to see you beating the sh~t out of David Brennan. I can’t wait for you to do the same to Drakz in Japan. You should torture that c~nt.”
His dislike for the two is still strong. He got me involved in his conflict with the latter. Nothing has changed in the last four years. I am still a pawn in a conflict with the same man.
“This is business.”
He knows on whose behalf I am here. The smile disappears but instead of expected anger, he looks sad.
“I am guessing you are here for Mike?”
“Yes.”
The fire inside of him seems to have been extinguished.
“What does that piece of sh~t want?”
“He lost.”
“I saw that. First time I ever rooted for that bald f~ck Brennan. What does that have to do with me?”
“He wants his daughter.”
I can see the sadness melt from him and the sparks of a fire within him.
“What the f~ck does he want with her? And why is he coming to me about this.”
“I don’t know his intentions. I am here to find out where she is.”
“Why would I help him out? Does he want to let another one of his kids die?”
I don’t know what he is talking about.
“He will help you.”
He might explode. His face is blood red and he is trying desperately to calm himself down.
“F~ck Michael Kyzer! That ratf~ck is why I am here! He sold me out! Now he wants my help so he can get his teeth into my niece? I would rather have sex with Lucille.”
The reference is beyond my comprehension.
“So the answer is no?”
“You are f~cking right it is. F~ck Kyzer.”
I guess it is time to leave now.
“Zmey, let me ask you a question, why do you do his bidding?”
That seems to be something a lot of people don’t understand. I think about the answer. He took me from a life in another world and gave me a purpose looking out over her. That is the reason. I owe him. Without him, I would have no true purpose in this world. Without him, I would be unloved.
“I owe him.”
“Owe him what?”
We both owe him everything.
“Everything.”
“He will f~ck you over when he is done with you. He is using you like he does everyone else. Look at me and Drakz. We were his two closest boys and he stabbed both of us in the back. He is a snake and you are trapped on a motherf~cking plane with him.”
His reputation suggests that.
“If you are smart, you cut the head off before it bites you. Look at me! I am f~cking dying in a cage because of him!”
His roar isn’t as loud as it used to be. He may be small but his voice carried the weight of a much larger man. It isn’t projecting the same. The cage is actually killing him on the inside. I feel sadness for him. It is like watching a rare animal go extinct.
“I have my role to play. It is not up to me to decide what that role is.”
“You were always a mindless idiot.”
Mindless? That might be the way it seems. It is time for this interchange to end.
“Zmey, do me one favor? Murder Drakz in Tokyo.”
It is unfortunate to see such a person with such spirit caged up. It is not up to me to judge him for what he has done or what anyone else has done for that matter. But it brings me a little unexpected sadness to see him like this. Some wild animals are not meant to be domesticated.
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My previous encounters with Drakz have nearly always ended with me inflicting copious amounts on violence on him. This encounter is predicted to be more of the same except it will be the first time we have ever met in open competition.
This whole wrestling concept is foreign to me still. I come from a world filled with more violence, more pain, more betrayal and more sadness despite the high levels of those things in the WFWF.
We step into the Tokyo Dome as opponents for the first time.
How will the man of a thousand lives fare against The Dragon?
That is the headline.
He is the greatest competitor in the history of the WFWF. Drakz has done more than anyone. My accomplishments have been non-existent here.
Yet he is the underdog in this fight.
It is because I am a Monster. It is all based on appearances.
But the opposite is the truth. I am the underdog in this environment. He has the advantage in that ring. My skills have mostly been exploited in scenarios that are very different than the one I walking into at the Tokyo Dome.
My experience in wrestling is limited. My experience in violence is limitless.
They are not one in the same.
I have been told to not worry about winning this fight. My role here is simply to maim Isaac Cray for the spectators throughout the world.
Winning this contest isn’t the goal. It isn’t something that will even be on my mind.
My instructions are to do anything possible to hurt and humiliate Drakz in the most savage way possible. A suggestion was pitched that I rip the skin from his bones in front of the Japanese.
I am not someone you put in this situation unless you want a message sent.
The message will be sent…
The message is this…
Every life is extinguishable, even the man with a thousand of them.
I have watched few people withstand some of the torturous situations he has. I have been educated on his past. I have been educated on what to expect from him. My teacher wanted me well prepared for what Drakz can throw at me.
I have no fear.
Before I fought because I had no reason to live and didn’t care if I died.
No I fight because I have one reason to press on with my existence and that reason supersedes any morality, any legality, any reason what so ever.
He gave me that reason. He gave me my orders. I will execute them.
The greatest wrestler in the history of the WFWF will be broken in half by The Dragon.
I can not…
I will not…
I shall not…
Fail…
Getting so attached to her was never the intention when I first set my eyes on her face that day he took us. But something about her ingrained itself into my heart when he told me to watch over her. From there the dedication to her well-being became paramount.
It is not possible for me to express how important she is to me in a way that would give it justice.
The most despicable man in the history of the WFWF gave everything that matters now.
Everyone sees him one way.
I see him in a different way.
My loyalty is absolute as long as she is my charge.
That loyalty will crush his enemies and grind them into dust.
I will set fire to the corpse of Drakz so the man can never rise again.
This is the only contest between Drakz and Tugarin Zmey…
Because it will be the final contest for Drakz…
The Tokyo Dome will be the scene of his final death…
I dont know good luck 
