Post by Kyzer on Oct 14, 2014 20:57:09 GMT -5
“The strippers would eat you alive and then f~ck you with a strap on.”
~ DMK
The Dragon’s Mind
I look at her and see a reason to live. The first since I left…exiled….
Delilah…
She is sweet and soft…was….
Delilah brought meaning to my life when I had none. She filled the hole that was created when I was ripped from the only world I knew. I had a hole, a gaping wound in my soul. I was full of pain every day. Each breath I drew in filled me with angst and heartache. Then came the fracture in my life with Borchu. His lack of trouble in assimilating into this new world caused a rift between us. He forgot he was my blood brother…
Then she saved me, literally and spiritually. She found me within the grasp of death and she brought be back from the brink. Her voice carried me through the abyss. When I came out of the mists, she was there. Smiling, with a tear in her eye…she didn’t know me. She saved a complete stranger. She stayed by this stranger for four days while he was unconscious on the verge of death. She held his hand and talked to him when no one else was there to do so. She did this for me and she didn’t know anything about me. I found a light in a world I thought only existed in darkness.
I knew the moment I saw those tears, I would die to protect this girl. I would protect this light….
Until I couldn’t…
Now all I have is…
DMK…the little general….
His army is coming together. It feels like organized chaos. His madness is attracting all sorts of people. He is building his army of selfish desire.
Now I am joined by a man named Sam. His history with DMK seems to be full of animosity. His reasons for joining seem paper thin. But the things he brings to the table are too invaluable to ignore. He brings an insight that the council didn’t have before.
I look at the man and see ulterior motives. But those motives don’t matter to me. Neither does the man. If the Thane wants me to work with him then that is what I will do. If the Thane wants me to decapitate him and put his head on a spike then that is what I will do…
The enigmatic, psychotic midget….
He wants the taste of gold. He wants the glory of having champions in his army.
So now the fury of his army is directed at Jason Garrett and Chase Landon, the WFWF Tag Team Champions…
Two corpses with gold around their waist…
But before that…
“The Dyke Queen of the WFWF” and “The Biggest, Wide-set, Vagina in the WFWF”
DMK’s names for Penny Shannon and Cameron Stone.
It doesn’t matter who I face. It is all the same in the vacant eyes of the Dragon.
I have no meaning, no direction except where I am directed to bring destruction.
I haven’t had any meaning since I lost Delilah…She was the last purpose I had in my life…
Now I only bring pain and hurt to the world…
The World is a simple place for me. I have a set of skills that only translates into one thing for me. I am nothing but a weapon…
Point…
Aim…
Fire…
Death….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Conversations with a Mad Midget
DMK: I don’t give a f~ck. I am going to have them both killed. I am man enough to take a whack but f~cking dropping f~cking rats? I don’t want Ebola. That is just playing dirty.
Ryan: You don’t get Ebola from rats.
DMK: I don’t give a f~ck.
DMK is standing behind the bar leaning against a beer cooler in the Bada Bing II. He is doing what he is always doing, being a gangster ass motherf~cker. Ryan Brockie, the Minister of Propaganda, sits across from him on the other side of the bar. Strippers and midgets are milling around the place as they are preparing to open.
Ryan: Well Tugarin and Samael will get their chance to destroy their lives here soon. And you will get the gold you want for The Army.
Ryan hated referring to their group as the KKK Army. He has just given up on that fight though. When DMK gets set on something, there is no bending.
DMK: It isn’t going to happen fast enough for me. I don’t want to wait.
Ryan: I don’t know what to tell you there. You have a match already lined up for this show.
DMK spits on the floor of his own bar in frustration.
DMK: Yeah I know. You would think that Stone would want to go and hide after the beating that Zmey put on him last time.
Ryan: However he isn’t. And he is teamed with one of the people responsible for Zmey’s only loss.
DMK waves his hand as if what Ryan is saying doesn’t matter.
DMK: I don’t recall seeing Zmey with his shoulders on the mat. As far as I am concerned, he is still undefeated. F~ck what some clam digger thinks she accomplished. Things won’t go down the same way this time.
Ryan: Let’s hope so. This whole thing with Zmey and Samael teaming up can’t blow up at the first opportunity. You need to build momentum.
DMK just laughs.
Ryan: I am being serious here. This could be a make or break moment for what you have going on here.
DMK: I know you are. But you see I don’t care. You want to know why I have faith in my boys? It is because Zmey is a f~cking killer. He has no better purpose than to f~ck up some pussies. Samael is a f~cking Satanist. He has The Devil feeding him black magic and all that bullsh~t. And worse comes to worse, I will just f~cking shot both of those two c~nts. I may be small, Ryan, but I am not afraid to get my hands dirty. I will not hesitate to reenact a Cannibal Corpse song on Stone myself and then choke out Penny Shannon with a f~cking ball gag.
Ryan has nothing to say in response to DMK’s graphic threat.
DMK: But to save myself the legal troubles, I will just let Zmey rip them both apart. I have other things to focus on, such as bringing myself closer to my monster.
Ryan: Meaning?
DMK: Meaning after the next show, I am taking a trip and Zmey is coming with me. You will hold everything down here.
Ryan: I am a consultant, not an assistant manager of a strip club and a deranged midget’s army.
DMK smiles.
DMK: You couldn’t handle the job of being the assistant manager to this place. The strippers would eat you alive and then f~ck you with a strap on.
Always the vulgar one Mr. Kent.
~ DMK
The Dragon’s Mind
I look at her and see a reason to live. The first since I left…exiled….
Delilah…
She is sweet and soft…was….
Delilah brought meaning to my life when I had none. She filled the hole that was created when I was ripped from the only world I knew. I had a hole, a gaping wound in my soul. I was full of pain every day. Each breath I drew in filled me with angst and heartache. Then came the fracture in my life with Borchu. His lack of trouble in assimilating into this new world caused a rift between us. He forgot he was my blood brother…
Then she saved me, literally and spiritually. She found me within the grasp of death and she brought be back from the brink. Her voice carried me through the abyss. When I came out of the mists, she was there. Smiling, with a tear in her eye…she didn’t know me. She saved a complete stranger. She stayed by this stranger for four days while he was unconscious on the verge of death. She held his hand and talked to him when no one else was there to do so. She did this for me and she didn’t know anything about me. I found a light in a world I thought only existed in darkness.
I knew the moment I saw those tears, I would die to protect this girl. I would protect this light….
Until I couldn’t…
Now all I have is…
DMK…the little general….
His army is coming together. It feels like organized chaos. His madness is attracting all sorts of people. He is building his army of selfish desire.
Now I am joined by a man named Sam. His history with DMK seems to be full of animosity. His reasons for joining seem paper thin. But the things he brings to the table are too invaluable to ignore. He brings an insight that the council didn’t have before.
I look at the man and see ulterior motives. But those motives don’t matter to me. Neither does the man. If the Thane wants me to work with him then that is what I will do. If the Thane wants me to decapitate him and put his head on a spike then that is what I will do…
The enigmatic, psychotic midget….
He wants the taste of gold. He wants the glory of having champions in his army.
So now the fury of his army is directed at Jason Garrett and Chase Landon, the WFWF Tag Team Champions…
Two corpses with gold around their waist…
But before that…
“The Dyke Queen of the WFWF” and “The Biggest, Wide-set, Vagina in the WFWF”
DMK’s names for Penny Shannon and Cameron Stone.
It doesn’t matter who I face. It is all the same in the vacant eyes of the Dragon.
I have no meaning, no direction except where I am directed to bring destruction.
I haven’t had any meaning since I lost Delilah…She was the last purpose I had in my life…
Now I only bring pain and hurt to the world…
The World is a simple place for me. I have a set of skills that only translates into one thing for me. I am nothing but a weapon…
Point…
Aim…
Fire…
Death….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Conversations with a Mad Midget
DMK: I don’t give a f~ck. I am going to have them both killed. I am man enough to take a whack but f~cking dropping f~cking rats? I don’t want Ebola. That is just playing dirty.
Ryan: You don’t get Ebola from rats.
DMK: I don’t give a f~ck.
DMK is standing behind the bar leaning against a beer cooler in the Bada Bing II. He is doing what he is always doing, being a gangster ass motherf~cker. Ryan Brockie, the Minister of Propaganda, sits across from him on the other side of the bar. Strippers and midgets are milling around the place as they are preparing to open.
Ryan: Well Tugarin and Samael will get their chance to destroy their lives here soon. And you will get the gold you want for The Army.
Ryan hated referring to their group as the KKK Army. He has just given up on that fight though. When DMK gets set on something, there is no bending.
DMK: It isn’t going to happen fast enough for me. I don’t want to wait.
Ryan: I don’t know what to tell you there. You have a match already lined up for this show.
DMK spits on the floor of his own bar in frustration.
DMK: Yeah I know. You would think that Stone would want to go and hide after the beating that Zmey put on him last time.
Ryan: However he isn’t. And he is teamed with one of the people responsible for Zmey’s only loss.
DMK waves his hand as if what Ryan is saying doesn’t matter.
DMK: I don’t recall seeing Zmey with his shoulders on the mat. As far as I am concerned, he is still undefeated. F~ck what some clam digger thinks she accomplished. Things won’t go down the same way this time.
Ryan: Let’s hope so. This whole thing with Zmey and Samael teaming up can’t blow up at the first opportunity. You need to build momentum.
DMK just laughs.
Ryan: I am being serious here. This could be a make or break moment for what you have going on here.
DMK: I know you are. But you see I don’t care. You want to know why I have faith in my boys? It is because Zmey is a f~cking killer. He has no better purpose than to f~ck up some pussies. Samael is a f~cking Satanist. He has The Devil feeding him black magic and all that bullsh~t. And worse comes to worse, I will just f~cking shot both of those two c~nts. I may be small, Ryan, but I am not afraid to get my hands dirty. I will not hesitate to reenact a Cannibal Corpse song on Stone myself and then choke out Penny Shannon with a f~cking ball gag.
Ryan has nothing to say in response to DMK’s graphic threat.
DMK: But to save myself the legal troubles, I will just let Zmey rip them both apart. I have other things to focus on, such as bringing myself closer to my monster.
Ryan: Meaning?
DMK: Meaning after the next show, I am taking a trip and Zmey is coming with me. You will hold everything down here.
Ryan: I am a consultant, not an assistant manager of a strip club and a deranged midget’s army.
DMK smiles.
DMK: You couldn’t handle the job of being the assistant manager to this place. The strippers would eat you alive and then f~ck you with a strap on.
Always the vulgar one Mr. Kent.