The Chronicles of Flynt

by bloodwolf432


Enter: Pyotr the Bloody

Pyotr drove his knee into his opponent’s face, the sound of the man’s nose breaking filling the caged arena. The man blinked stupidly for a few seconds as blood ran down his face before falling to his knees and then to his face.

“And Pyotr the Bloody takes another win!” the announcer shouted. “Finishing Boris the Brutal with a devastating knee strike into his nose! The janitors are going to have their work cut out for them again thanks to him!”

The crowd laughed and cheered as the Pyotr held his fists up in victory, breathing heavily as he spat out a small globule of blood onto the mat. He walked out the door and headed for the locker room, intent on cleaning off the blood before seeing the doctor.

As he splashed water onto his face, he looked at himself in the mirror. Staring back was a man with a shaven hair style with grey eyes and a squashed nose from repetitive breakings. Six years ago he had been living with his adoptive father Isaac Makarov before he had been killed on the streets in Moscow by a mugger, or so they said.

Isaac had told him that he was ex-KGB and that one day he may not come back home because of some enemies he made. In the time he had spent with the man, Isaac taught him all he could about life and how to prepare for when he would finally be on his own. Managing money, cooking and cleaning, even the Russian fighting style of Sambo.

He was thankful for the last one since it was the only thing keeping him alive and off the streets. He had never intended to end up as an underground fighter in illegal death matches. Now at the age of twenty-two, he was constantly fighting for his life to get by.

When he first started, everything had been working out so well. Sure his first kill shook him up pretty badly but after the third guy he had managed to suppress it. He even managed to spare a few, which in turn saved his life a few times when he fought them again and lost.

As it began to get really dark for him with the constant death, he found something that changed his life. My Little Pony. At first he rejected the show, finding it too girly. But after a time he found himself constantly drawn back to it, watching more and more episodes. After finally completing both seasons, he turned to the internet. He picked up on reading stories others would write and even wrote a few himself, though they never did well.

He found it nice to imagine about a land where fighting was practically non-existent and everyone was everyone’s friend. Compared to what he did weekly that land was a paradise, a Shangri-La.

Unfortunately, it was only just a dream. A nice one, but still a dream.

As he walked back to his apartment, he thought about his new contact that had an offer for him. It wasn’t unusual that some people would come to Pyotr to have him fight in matches to gain money from his wins, but this new contact had been vague and that worried the fighter.

He had heard of several other fighters that had received such offers and turned out to be ambushes by other fighters to knock off the competition. The only consolation he had was that the contact wanted to meet in a fairly public place, a library.

Locking the door on his apartment behind him, he grabbed the vodka inside his fridge and took a swig. Another he was grateful to his adoptive father for, Isaac made sure that if he wasn’t pissing alcohol at the end of the day like a true Russian, he would force him through a fighting match with him. And at the end of each bout with the ex-KGB, he was always left bloody and battered.

A tough, sometimes cruel, man but Pyotr was still thankful to him anyways. Comparing the fights he had now to back then, fighting in the death matches was like playing patty cake with safety mitts on.

He sighed in contentment as the alcohol lessened what little pain that was left after the doctor had finished bandaging him up. As he collapsed onto his bed, he wondered what tomorrow’s meeting would bring.


“So let me get this straight” Pyotr started slowly. “You don’t want me to fight a match for you?”

The man sitting across from him sighed and shook his head. “No, I do want you to fight but not in a match. You should listen to what I’m saying before opening your mouth.”

Pyotr had plenty of experience with holding his temper but this strange man was pushing it. He looked Chinese, if only for the scraggly fu-Manchu beard. The rest of him was an oddity.

The man was wearing a cotton candy blue track-suit with pink vertical stripes that made Pyotr wonder exactly how the man had gotten through the streets without being jumped. Especially considering this man looked old enough to Sun Tzu‘s brother. When he first arrived, the man flashed a smile at him that showed a canine being longer than the other, slightly worrying Pyotr. Even more than his mismatched eyes did.

As he sat down, the man pulled out two glasses and poured him a small bit of vodka while he somehow got chocolate milk, out of the same container used to pour his vodka. They had chatted for a bit, talking about Sambo and other styles of fighting, which one was best, the different techniques, and finally ending up in Russia’s history. After beating around the bush, the man finally started talking about why he had contacted Pyotr.

“Then tell me what you mean before I decide to leave” Pyotr demanded.

“Kids these days, so touchy and impatient” the old man frowned before grinning. “Tell me, what do you know about these?”

Reaching into his pocket, his arm going further down than physically possible, and pulled out two figurines.

Pyotr’s eyes narrowed at what he saw. The toys were of Twilight Sparkle and Big Macintosh. Normally this wouldn’t have meant anything but he was a supporter of that particular shipping. He just could not see Mac, the pony of few words, being paired with Fluttershy, the shyest pony to exist.

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with figurines of Twilight Sparkle and Big Macintosh from My Little Pony?” Pyotr asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you a little old to know what show these two belong to and who they are?” the old man smirked as Pyotr silently cursed himself for the slip up. “What I’m offering you is a chance to go somewhere else, to escape this dreary reality for something else, something better. All you need to do is fight whatever comes your way.”

“So what you’re offering, and you’ll have to excuse my disbelief” Pyotr started, “is to send me to the world of My Little Pony?”

“Precisely!” the old man beamed. “Do you accept?”

“Let’s say for a brief moment I believe you. What are the terms in this contract?”

“Terms? Why whatever could you mean?” the man said innocently.

“I’m no fool to strike a deal without reading the fine print” Pyotr said. “Just for the sake of keeping your senile mind entertained, I’ll go along with this but with two conditions.”

“Smart lad, the first one didn’t even bother choosing what species he wanted to be when I booted him to Equestria” the man chortled.

“Alright, species first then.” Pyotr was silent for a moment, thinking which of the different races would be most beneficial. “Diamond Dog.”

“Any particular reason why?” the old man asked, looking interested.

Pyotr took a drink of his vodka as he compiled his reasons. “Unicorns, while possessing magic, are physically weak and may not be able to use said magic at some points in time. Pegasi are a step up the ladder but their thin bones would easily break against any real pressure, plus flying isn’t my thing. Earth Ponies are strong, and normally I would choose them if not for one thing.” He held up his hands. “Fingers. Holding things in my mouth isn’t sanitary and I’m not willing to risk some disease because I wanted to be a pony with strength.”

Pyotr paused as he drank down the last of his vodka to get rid of the dryness in the back of his throat before resuming his reasons. “With Diamond Dogs, not only will I have fingers and strength but still be capable of using Sambo. Sure some of the techniques will be unusable due to different bone structure but that’s something I’m willing to give up.”

“Logical and different, most would have chosen pony without even thinking about it” the old man chortled. “I can already tell I made a good choice with you, already straying from the beaten path of order and wandering into the woods of chaos.”

Pyotr pretended not hear the last part, adding it up to old man rambling syndrome. “The second condition is that I would need language and writing capabilities so I don’t stumble around like a dumb child while there.” Pyotr eyed the empty glass, slightly disappointed at it being empty as he sat it back down. “I have to ask, what do you stand to gain from sending me to Equestria?”

The old man nodded his head, his fu-Manchu bobbing as he wrote down Pyotr’s conditions on a piece of paper he seemingly pulled from nowhere. With the last stroke of his pen, he rolled up the paper and snapped his fingers, the paper vanishing in a pink puff. “What I gain is a little entertainment from all the chaos you’re going to cause.”

Pyotr felt his eyes widen and his jaw drop at this, sudden realization and horror dawning on him as the man in the tracksuit smiled wickedly at him.

“The conditions are set then! As your kind say here, do svidaniya (goodbye)!” Discord shouted, his fist glowing as he brought it back.

Pyotr tried to use any of his Sambo to block the punch but found himself immobile as the God of Chaos struck him in the chest, sending him flying through the air and into darkness.

“Forgot to ask him where he wanted to go” Discord frowned as he drank his glass down in one gulp and tossed the chocolate milk over his shoulder, the explosion tearing a hole in the wall. “Oh well, a fighter unafraid to take life is now in the picture. Even I wonder what sort of delicious chaos he‘ll cause.” Mad laughter echoed through the library as local police forces drove in to discover the source of the explosion, only to find nothing.


A/N. Greetings bronies and pegasisters! I welcome you to my serious attempt for writing a story. For those we love . . . went over better than I thought with 27 likes and 1 dislike with quite a few people favoriting it and a few others now watching me. Thank you those who liked it and added it to your favorite list, you know who you are. I will be putting translations for any Russian words I use next to the word Tags, characters, and the like will be added as necessary. Now for something completely different!


Twilight: Do I ever cross your mind?

Big Mac: Eenope

Twilight: Do you like me?

Big Mac: Eenope

Twilight: Do you want me?

Big Mac: Eenope

Twilight: Would you cry if I left?

Big Mac: Eenope

Twilight: Would you live for me?

Big Mac: Eenope

Twilight: Would you do anything for me?

Big Mac: No

Twilight: Choose--me or your life

Big Mac: Mah life

Twilight runs away in shock and pain and the Big Mac runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross mah mind is ‘cause you're always on mah mind.

The reason why Ah don't like you is ‘cause Ah love you.

The reason Ah don't want you is ‘cause Ah need you.

The reason Ah wouldn't cry if you left is ‘cause Ah would die if you left.

The reason Ah wouldn't live for you is ‘cause Ah would die for you.

The reason why Ah'm not willing to do anything for you is ‘cause Ah would do everything for you.

The reason Ah chose mah life is ‘cause you ARE mah life.