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Flashback to this past Sunday
While in the neutral corner, Dmitri has both hands wrapped around Jamie's throat, choking him! Ben drops down to the mat and goes to Irish whip in the center of the ring, just as Dmitri does the same to Jamie! Only Jamie manages a reversal and Tuscini accidentally clotheslines his own partner!
Adams: I'd like to know how Tuscini is going to explain that one to Dmitri after this is over!
Ben tries to get further involved but Holly forces him out to his corner, and while the referee's back is turned, Tuscini grabs Jamie and brings him up and over with a vertical suplex, right into Dmitri's grasp and ...
Simone: European Spike!
Dmitri covers Jamie!
1.....
2.....
Ben tries to break it up but Tuscini wrestles him to the ground!
3!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
It was at that moment I knew, that I knew exactly how my words felt to those who never listened to me…. How quickly fun turns into darkness and confidence in your own seriousness would turn into desperation. Attempting to crawl over to the helpless body that stands between victory and a loss right before your very own eyes…. I guess none of you is invincible, none of you is a GOD to the eyes of the true reaper.
Of course you could not know the end result of that what you yourself had created, because you need another mind to set you straight
Adams: I don't believe it! The Unholy Alliance wins!
The crowd is in a stunned silence as Ben checks on Jamie while Uncle Pinky climbs into the ring to congratulate Dmitri and Tuscini, raising their arms up into the air!
Justin: Here are your winners, James Tuscini and Dmitri -- THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE!!!
Is it that unthinkable? Unbelievable that history one day will end repeating itself before your very own eyes? Just like you assume you will win every war, every shameful thought would be vanished before something far more superior? Tell me the tale once more how David threw a pebble into the forehead of a mere giant, flattening him with an instant blow. As if there is something that would be able to stop father time for crumbling your ability into dust… for you humans that is
Would you believe me now?? Or do I need to scratch the surface even deeper before digging away your eyelids? Causing your eyes no longer able to escape from the reality how dark the light may be….Or will your ignorance continue to spout out the reality of your own non functioning brain that I do… not… exist???color)
>The crowd breaks from its shock and boo as Ben aids Jamie in exiting the ring while Dmitri and Tuscini celebrate inside of the ring!
Adams: I can't believe that Dmitri and James Tuscini just beat the Tag Team Champions!
Simone: All I can say is that it is a damn good thing that the titles were not on the line!
As Ben and Jamie exit, staring into the ring, Tuscini and Dmitri continue to celebrate the big win, taunting the exiting champions as the scene slowly fades to black.
It’s a damn good thing that the titles weren’t on the line? Is that what you humans all care about?? It’s apparent that the wellbeing of another person is not high on the list of someone that sits behind a desk, scratches his head in the hope of finding an excuse to take the suffering away from someone and make him great once more
How typical
I know that in the minds of fools a champion should not and cannot lose, to have greatness be considered an eternal and everlasting foundation of the everlasting fight he or she must have every single night. Eventually it must come down to nothing more than expectations, a champion like team BJ, whom has faced them all and beat them all. Whom has overcame the odds of monstrous strength of the Monstimals….
Those who are like myself are always misunderstood…
The likes of the Acquins, the Surf Boys, the Members from the Elders and the list must go on and on and on…. All had higher expectations from the crowds as they fit the bills from expecting the unexpected… and yet, Mr. Jordan and Mr. Dean prevailed.. making the hopes and dreams of those who sit at ringside and sing their praises… worshipping their every step and cheer every movement…
And just like life, every good thing must come to an end….
And what is next?? A tag title match at the next supercard?? Obviously not, James is too much of a strength in his own division… as I am scratching a path of beating another unbeatable foe… foes that have great runs, foes with an imaginary threat to each and every other career’s… including that of mine as you wish to remain oblivious to what I can do….
It’s obvious that people need to be educated by every step they take….
The steps are the key in life, the problem in this society that nobody has to take a step to move on. Nobody is forced to evolve, as evolution has passed them by with 4G speed. Channeling your Googling intelligence over the Wifi to another device that merely functions when your memory serves you well on your identification entrance by a mere finger tip…. Who will stop you?? Every thread has been removed from your watchful eyes or has been replaced by something that is far more superior than the last model. You humans are so smart, why don’t you just find the Holy Grail and grant yourself the blessings of eternal life?? To walk this planet for eternity and never have to worry about losing your loved ones. While in essence you are just trying to find excuses never to be alone again. Never to look over your shoulder and wonder who is next for you to care about.
They do not love themselves to love others equally
Everything must end, except those who ends that what needs to be ended in the first place. There’s always a need for the reaper to come into your life and takes away that what is no longer rightfully yours. To end a life.. a life I said, a life as in a career, a life as in a hope or a dream, a life as in merely the fact that you wish to ride your bike up that mountain and then realize hunger has broke you down. Life as in your real life, knowing that the end is near and you want to do so much and say all those things you never thought you would ever say:
À tout le monde [To all the world]
À tout mes amis [To all my friends]
Je vous aime [I love you]
Je dois partir [I have to leave]
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
Let these words set you free…… before me…
The colours red and black
Dmitri can be seen standing next to a Snooker table in a gentleman’s club in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. His jacket is hanging around a chair in the corner as he is wearing a three piece suit. The cue hits the white ball that hits the red ball that gets knocked into the right corner pocket. He grabs the chalk to chalk up the cue before aiming the white ball towards the black ball. He measures the cue to strike the white ball at the right place and speed. Just when the cue strikes the ball, we see it hit the black ball as it ends up into the other corner pocket.
Dmitri, eight points.
The eyes slowly rise towards the voice as we see the judge that has grabbed the black ball and places it on the dot that was meant for the black ball. Dmitri puts the cue to his mouth and blows some of the chalk off the cue before walking towards a table next to his seat and drinks from the glass of blood. After drinking from it, he turns his attention back to the snooker table. He points the cue towards the white ball and strikes, it hits the red ball and it rolls towards the centre pocket on the right side and hits both sides of the pocket before it ends up in the pocket by a mere miracle.
Dmitri…. Nine points.
Dmitri stares at the man that he is facing in this confrontation, who is sitting on his chair patiently awaiting his turn. He grabs the glass of water and takes a few sips from it before taking a deep sigh. Dmitri’s eyes slowly turns towards the white ball that is in line for the pink ball to the other centre pocket. He measures and strikes the ball, who drops into the centre pocket as Dmitri nods his head in approval.
Dmitri… fiftee poi…..
Suddenly the voice of the judge silences as Dmitri has grabbed him by the throat in his patented Tongan deathgrip. Causing the man to react in shock as well as his opponent in the game of snooker to get up from his seat. But he reluctantly sits down as Dmitri stares him down with his cold and dark eyes.
Don’t flatter yourself to enter your fate into these hands, you should rather just mind the table as your battlefield. Not to be foolish as this mindless fool.
Dmitri turns his attention back to the judge, whose face has gotten all white from fear as well as gurgling as he begs to be freed from the grip as he does not get any oxygen into his body. Dmitri finally lets go off him as he stares back at the snooker table in front of him. He walks over to the pink ball that is still into the centre pocket and grabs it. He puts it back on the dot on the snooker table that was made for the pink ball.
Was everything just this easy as the pocket of a snooker table that invites you to forget everything around you and just sink in the ball…. As if magnets draw you nearer to your goal in life. Life, what is more precious to you all than merely that word?? It’s like a game of snooker, in the beginning everything is to gamble for… and in the end… all has vanished right before your very own eyes….
Dmitri grabs his cue, he hits the white ball that hits a red and it disappears into the right corner pocket as the white ball comes back off the edge of the table and lines itself perfectly to sijnk the black ball into the left corner pocket.
The colour white, the essence of your soul. Isn’t it ironic that when you look at this snooker table that white controls everything? It controls whether you win or lose, whether it would allow another ball to sink into a pocket.. just like your soul allows you to live, to have compassion, to have you believe that your life is meaningful??? While all that this ball does is end the chances and luck of either yourself or another human being.
Dmitri grabs the white ball as he stares at it as he holds it close to his face. His eyes are looking at every inch of the ball before closing his fingers around it as much as possible. Squeezing as hard as he can before dropping his hand on the snooker table once more before sitting down and grabs the glass of blood before taking a sip from it.
In life you need to take chances so they say, in life you need to seize opportunities as they are presented before your very watchful eyes. As if a lightbulb goes off right before your very watchful eyes and tells you the living secret of your existence. To find the golden pot of some leprechaun at the end of the rainbow and make you a filthy rich man. But the problem remains to the fact that you are merely seeking wealth instead of merely fulfilling your life with riches of that what life may have to offer. Only you are too ignorant to recognize that….
The question for you Connor… are you??
Dmitri stares at his opponent, who has not moved since the incident of Dmitri and the judge. Who is now trying to make his clothing decent once more before staring at the vampire wrestler called Dmitri.
You sir, are being disqualified from this match… making your opponent the victor in your match
Dmitri does not move, his eyes are travelling over from the judge to the “winner” of the snooker game. The man is still frozen, gasping for oxygen as that allows Dmitri to smile sadistic.
I am sure that you are more than willing to cooperate with me won’t you Connor?? Someone that like yours truly would love that one opportunity to go up against that man that you have done before and this time succeed?? As in you were even one step closer to succeed your destination than that I ever was??? But would that justify your need above that of mine??
He tilts his head sideways, staring back into the now close to be out of it judge, whose arms have fallen to his side as he is almost unconscious being no match for the strength of the vampire
It’s hard to judge isn’t it Connor?? You were the one that almost tasted the golden opportunity in a match that would have cemented your legacy as someone that could and should have won the big one. To be the one that the world have looked at in shock as into have done the unthinkable… the unthinkable of beating the unbeatable at their own game. Now why doesn’t that sound familiar???
Not to be wanted to risk and take away that what people cherish the most, the persona of unbeatable aura. Just like the Roman Empire, unexpected fell down to the core of no longer existing promises… or the empire of one Napoleon… or that of the German Reich?? Dominant regimes that to this very day would be battled over whether democracy or mere dictatorship would be the way to go… but who am I to judge? I’m just merely one that has passed the torch of time to myself oh so many times. That a mere shake of my head would tell a story of its own?? And I know it must be eating you from within, I know that deep down inside that one day you want to hold that championship belt up high for everyone to see….to have come so far and then be denied??
Dmitri repeats the word denied a few times in a whisper, trying to remember how it must have felt to him when he was still human all these centuries ago.
Of course I know that the simplest of simple responses would be that I do too have been denied my quest… not even earning an opportunity for the gold… I suppose that one notion to some may heal their wounds, while others would rather just wish to rub salt into it… merely for the sadistic nature of it all I presume… and yet our reasons are so wide spread and yet like they used to say… every road will lead to Rome doesn’t it oh Mr. Murphy?? But I will not stop there….because in the end, to get to the price called Rome.. you need to overcome all the odds that is stacked against you isn’t it?? Odds that causes you to raise up your head after a gruelling battle, in the hopes to see whether you should show mercy upon a fellow gladiator… or merely send him to whatever God he at that time choose to believe in. And I thought that most gods were peace giving ones, only to seduce the fools with lies of show me your bravery and I will grant you virgins… how ironic to see that in the end it is nothing more than the sexual desires that gets people edged….
Lust, desire, greed.. isn’t it all something that will be remembered on your species?? My former weak state of mind that was taken away by my master?? To follow your manhood by another exciting woman, to follow the dollar signs when you are too greedy or the mere notion that the taste inside your mouth is too much to bare and lose all control over your senses that you do not realize that I am here….
Dmitri whispers that he’s here a few times into the camera that has zoomed in on his face as he slowly lets the judge go. The man coughs as he tries to get his oxygen back into his body before crawling away.
It wasn’t his time, as in comparison that it was time last Sunday… as a vulture waits his time to take advantage over a weakened prey. Unable to resist, unable to grab something to fight the predator off. People call them cowards of the desert land, cowards amongst other predators amongst the predators of the sky… then again Connor, why do all the work when it will be presented to you upon a silver platter. Waiting for you to just sink in and take away the gift of life before someone else does??
Merely a reason why the tag team champions are thankful that management has fed them those who weren’t patient to them. Thankful to know that their time to give up everything has not come yet, thankful to the entity from above that the reaper has still got a soft spot for them. The question remains Connor, how long just like you do you think they can stretch their reign behind a formality that is written upon a piece of paper?? You see it’s classical to see how on one side the satisfaction is easily granted. Often people are confused by the mere fact that most of them are satisfied with one finger, while refusing to admit that they wish to have the whole hand. Being on top of the world as the biggest threat to everything else on the planet… and yet you hide behind excuses of explosives, weaponry and shields to protect you from dangers ahead. Where is the time that you would fight for your own honour? Well I will tell you where it is, nowhere and you know why??
Honour has been replaced by greed, it blinds you. It makes you want to be superior and hide behind excuses and lies. All to fool others into make them believe that you aren’t like each and every other person that is mainstream or are you Connor?? Because people change, people will confuse growth with desires all too often. The process of getting to know a side of you that you have never knew that even existed… or dared to hope it would find you doesn’t it Connor? To relinquish yourself from those to be Nobodies… must have been a moment in life where you had to realize that it wasn’t you… was it?? So what made you believe that you have grown Connor?? That you have changed?? Or was it that you never believed in the whole concept in the first place??? I know I shouldn’t ask too many questions upon a lost soul that maybe one day will spell it out for us to learn…
Dmitri walks over to the snooker table and grabs one of the many red balls that are still left on the table. The eyes fixated upon the red colour of it as he grins.
Isn’t red a colour that is easily capable to confuse a human being?? I mean seriously, ask anyone out there what this colour means to them.. and most of them would say the colour of love, referring to the heart that we all so often use for valentine or mere romantic moments that we all have been in from time to time. Always the positive, always the beautiful side of life needed to be brought out to the watchful eye of those who do not dare to do anything with their lives. And yet I wonder, where is the sign of rage?? Oh sure, you can say that there are other colours that could reflect anger as well, but isn’t red that what fits the bill?? And how ironic that the two that are opposite… do attract?? And what about war?? Isn’t there enough bloodshed everytime that we draw a weapon?? Filled with the redness of it all that symbolises a triangle… a crossroad of options that you have to choose in life to survive….
I just wonder how you will be holding up Connor?? Will it be the I don’t care attitude?? Or will it be the attitude of what the title truly means to you?? That what Miss Willow seemed to forget when you accepted her foolishness merely for the redness of her shyness?? You see Connor…, what plausible excuse it may be… I will accept it with the mere notion that I have heard it all before and I will shake my head.. knowing that deep down inside I know that I was right all along. To fight you, to take you upon the limits of your existence is that what I shall have to do and will do with no other reason like I have done before against Samuel Devereux, like I have done to the tag team champions, like I have done so many times before against Casey Williams… names that are all too familiar and yet I do not see the reason to believe that what you have done surpasses that of mine. Even that of your former tag team partner Mr. Staggs I believe it was… nothing more than a mere notion of remembering a name that has flooded out of the many memories of those who surround us with their version of love. Ironic to believe how people could either love you or hate you within a mere timespan of a few days?? I know I must have forgotten a few names left and right, but is this to any of relevance?? Or am I drifting into a puddle of questions rather of finding you the answer of all questions??
He smiles as he puts down the red ball, he stares at the table and starts to slowly count.
Red is one, yellow is two, green is three, brown is four, blue is five, pink is six and black… is seven. How do you see yourself Connor?? Number one?? Number seven?? All in between?? Or do numbers not count for you?? Because the way I see you is that you are someone that takes pride in doing things the way you feel is best for you?? Not taking orders from others, survive for another day to scratch and crawl back out of the ground and see that the sunlight has once again raised up to the heavens… doesn’t it never get old Connor?? Because the way I see it my friend, you fight to win this championship because of the right reason, the reason that you can be judged as the deserving champion… for the right reasons or else it does not matter anymore… morals are fine if you can uphold them Connor, because if you can’t then you are merely a liar to the people you speak to, to those who actually care and more importantly to yourself. Because if you do not succeed in obtaining that what you proclaim to desire.. then I suppose you are just like each and everyone else… a liar… someone that needs a dream to believe in, someone that wants to make the world a better place… TO HAVE A DREAM!! Tell me Connor, is that what you truly care about?? Or is it merely the fact that you want your voice to be heard and stand out from the masses that are like you.. a nobody. A word that to this very day you may have to hear, a word that only you can show me how you will rebound from and prove me wrong. A word… that is nothing more than a word, while you humans give the word meaning…strength and sometimes even dramatic measures..
And what is my reasons you may ask?? Oh yes, there is always a counter offence of words of why am I here?? Isn’t it for the same reasons? To be the very best?? To be on top of the world and to brag down the likes of others that wish to succeed just like you?? Wouldn’t that be something if I didn’t Connor? If I had no obvious reason that you would be able to understand?? That I would have a reason that you could not wrap your head around and understood even if Einstein granted you the gift of everlasting knowledge?? No Connor, it’s quite obvious and simple. I want to look down upon each and every one of you, I want to reflect your existence compared to that what is far more superior to the likes of those who wish to hunt us down and kill us… because that’s what you humans do don’t you?? Eliminate that what is a threat to you, even if it is one of your own?? Oh sure, you are not one of them huh Connor?? But even you should know that I am right. But merely because I know that deep down inside I capable of inflicting suffering upon you as well as J2H and remove him of his burden. A burden that he must bear and isn’t that just a shame??? Just to know that I will ultimately do something that you humans could not do in over 200 days, merely because you were trying weaponry of trying to convince yourself that you are better and yet you are not. While my motives never changed, never altered in any fashion unknown to mankind and that is why I will beat you Connor.
Because beating you will not just be beating you and walk away with a victory, oh no. My intentions is to allow you to understand the process that you will go through with every step I take, every move that I will make to make you understand that you should be acknowledging the fact that I will do you a favour. A favour of removing yourself from this position that you have put yourself into. Soont he world will understand why I am the way you are not, why the nosferatu of the ancient world is never to be understood in our mysterious ways. And of course we will take a hit, of course we will not always be victorious in a confrontation… but we always outlast those who perish and die…
He grabs the black ball and lifts it up high in front of his face as he looks at it with his face turning from left to right, never taking his eyes off the black ball.
The ball that is black, the one that always resembles death in the eyes of those who believe in sadness and no life after death. It’s often what they fear my friend, when this ball hits the pocket of it’s choosing… everything will flash before your very eyes and you will understand the concept of how extended your career, your life or something else of your existence must have been. And it all starts with hope, hope of one day finding an outlet in life to move on and to grow. To educate yourself before you take that small step for man, but a giant leap for mankind into this unknown world that is right in front of you, waiting for you to share it’s mysteries and for you to conquer for the reasons that you believe that are the right reasons… the only reasons in life that should have mattered in the first place. And when that moment is so near, that you can almost taste it.. that you can reach out for it so you can hold it in your hands and pull it close to your heart… know then that I will take away everything that you have worked for Connor. Know that I will not show any remorse of having second thoughts of whether that what I was about to do was justified to do… because I will… I will break your hopes and dreams, because hopes and dreams are motivations to flee reality that you cannot comprehend.. the reality of knowing that Dmitri will be the next Number One contender of the world championship belt that is held by J2H… and the reality that unlike you… this number one contender will obtain the championship that will haunt you for the rest of your life…
Wih that Dmitri slowly turn his attention to the camera as his sick and sadistic smile can be seen untiil the shot slowly fades to darkness.