I want to tell you a tale,
Once upon a time, far and far away……
The words softly vanishes into thin air, a mere breeze is heard as the words vanish into thin air. You have to listen very carefully to understand where the tale is about.
Throughout the ages……
Another breeze is heard, this time a mere laughter echoes through it, a sinister laugh before everything silences.
I’m sorry to ruin the tale like this ladies and gentlemen, but isn’t tales a mere reason to escape your own reality?? Whether you pretend to be a Hobbit, destined to deliver a ring into Mount Doom in the middle of Mordor… or just a brilliant sorcerer student with a mere simpleton name called Harry?? Tales that always have a happy ending, an ending of something beyond your wildest dreams as the odds that are stacked up against the mere simpleton of an excuse of a hero. And yet prevail once more with a mere gesture or intelligent thought. Cloaked under a mere cape of deceit and fantasy, nothing that in your true live could possibly exist.. even with the almighty inventions of modern day, you still wish to be a three feet tall, bare footed farmers boy that has to struggle against Orcs and whatever mighty foe.
The breeze slowly overcomes the talking words that were addressing everyone that dares to listen as we hear some more tales spoken
He asked them to put down their work and follow him and they did.
Ever wondered how that would be like in real life?? That some unfamiliar man walks up to you, ask you to abandon your work, your family and your life to follow into his footsteps?? These days you would be considered to be a fool. A wolf inside sheep clothing as the followers of this Holy Book would describe the evil that always lurks around?? And yet faith always tells a different tale concerning to believe in just one God and one Son and the Holy Spirit. And all shall be fine and you will be reborn if you just believe….
Do we believe these days?? Or do we just wish to uphold a mockery of that what was once without a doubt?? Without any remorse and regret?? It’s futile to think that everything that once was written in books are these days taken for granted or considered to be merely a tale to amuse yourself.
To be or not to be, that’s the question….
A line of grant importance to us all, to the literate amongst us all do we still believe that this is the question?? Or is this merely the doubt upon each and everyone else their minds because they simply do not know?? And yet are too afraid to admit that they were never as good as taking into the lessons of one William Shakespeare?? Not understanding the essence of a man that is talking to a skull and propels a vision in your own mind that this skull that is lifeless as it is to be once your very best friend??
Wondering what Hamlet truly was all about as merely knowing that in the end suffering is upon us all and nothing that leads to love will be revealed as a happy ending. Is this why women of the modern era just devours romance novelties as romance is something of the past?? A pretence to something that once was and never seemed to be found again. Is that not a “To Be” Question that needs to be dissected more thoroughly than merely that what meets the eye and the obvious to you un fertile human beings??? [/color]
Once again a sinister laugh can be heard, footsteps are followed by the clicking sounds of high heels. We only see darkness as a dim light spreads the ground of where see ancient stones paves the floor. Cracks tells us the tale that it must be a few hundred years old and has had seen it share of decay through the years. The footsteps stop as the camera continues to move around the dim lighted floor to find where the sound came from.
Isn’t opportunities not the essence of most tales of past decennia?? Opportunities to break free from the neglect and the anger of being overlooked? Casting a shadow over the entire world as one evil tries to place despair and sadness upon the world. Evaporate believe in grand unity amongst those who are weak amongst themselves. But united, we shall stand or shall fall?? Just rise upon your steed and travel from kingdom to kingdom, village to village. Plunder that what is needed as evil takes over everything that you cherish and you not wish to give upwards.
And always the help from those who were never meant to be, a foe turn friend and friend turn foe. The classical debate amongst your own conscience, will the angel upon your left shoulder win or the demon upon your right?? All fighting for that one classical and yet major step towards a bigger cause. The cause of to finally achieve that goal that is almost unthinkable at first, but knowing deep down inside you will ultimately. Is there a reason for all these madness in books to be a reality somehow?? Or should we keep the dreams just that… merely dreams as others will perish into obtaining a dream in reality. A question that only two people can answer isn’t it James??? And of course my dear friend, the reigning and defending World Heavyweight champion is not here tonight to answer that question. But reality itself only speaks out of that what has happened before. The great victories, the moments where only HE can spread a new tale upon us all as the listening ears and watchful eyes are mesmerised by that what one man can do. Is it a mere magical exploration upon wonderful tricks of the trade that guides the unsung hero through another immense task at hand?? Or is there more to this man that our eyes dare to see??
A sinister laughter can be heard as the lights slowly grow brighter, we see the expensive shoes that are worn by Dmitri underneath his expensive suit. There is no female around as she apparently has vanished from his side. But the darkness still swallows the figure for most of him.
And is this James an unsung hero?? Or is he the one that troubles the dumbfounded minds of those who have never witnessed anything else besides Count the Count of Sesame Street? Or a talking and dancing frog that tells the world what is best for you little children that watch before it’s their bedtime. As I see mere anger and hatred upon a mind that wishes to uphold his very own status as the grand wizard of past, where others have no say in his dark realm of magic. A mere movement of his bend finger makes his patented Orc step away from his visible punishment of being torn away from his family. His life that he once knew, no longer important to the existence of HIM that guides his life from now on. A brutality that only can be seen by those who dare to see past the lies and deceit of HIM that knows so much more. And how ironic is it that story told tales of a character, telling lies and deceit to benefit his own goals of life has been done by those who dared to tarnish the lives of those who merely wished to believe in a realm of Holy Lorodship??
Ah yes, how often I have amused myself in the days where people were told that they could have bought themselves a path into heaven. Heaven of all places as their sinful lives were placed right before their deceitful eyes by those who knew better. The rolling of the golden coins flew widely as the churches grew larger and wealthier as well as the wenches that the deceitful ones often welcomed. Thou shall not, as long as you dare to be and not to be. Because the mere question of them all is, where do you stand in the realm of the one of the other???]
A cigarette drops to the floor, Dmitri puts it out with his shoe as we see the final remnants of the cigarette slowly dies underneath the sole of his shoe.
Its often fire that starts a lot of destruction, but often is as well the warning of the end to be near. One falls inside a great puddle of lava and finds its demise in the puddle of many of his own creations of destruction. As the other embraces a voice in a burning bush as this to be a tale of warning amongst many. I wonder what sign has been spotted by our friend James?? But I shall reach that point eventually as I need to guide the world through the many wrong ideas of that what fantasy can do to reality. The thought of size often assumed to be grander than a small boy… as David played a role that is now played with gracefully by the champion that you wish to believe that the role remains upon the end of time. While the falseness of those assumptions often fails into the larger plan of that there’s always something greater than the other. All eyes are locked upon the return of that what the grand champion could not escape from.. overlooking the true threat of that what is near, what is staring him right in the eyes and asks him many times to not be … to ask me the answer to the question that we have longed for so many years since the passing of time.
I know now what drove Shakespeare to his demise into these written words, these compassionate anecdotes that troubles the greatest philosophical supposedly genius and find answers that has never been. The answer of your reign of terror is just as simply to be answered as I ask you merely TO BE….the answer will be left in the shadows as you do not know that what should be known. Or merely to be dealt with the reality of your fantasy…. Until next time… the end…
The shot fades as we go to a break.
We come back to Dmitri and James Tuscini as James is looking over the city of Las Vegas, Nevada through his window while talking to the resting Dmitri as he reads a book.
So in mere days you have an opportunity to take on J2H in a non title Dmitri.
Dmitri nods his head, but not taking his eyes off the book he is reading as he just finishes reading another page.
Too bad it isn’t for the title, or else we could have walked out this Climax Control as those who have both top singles titles. Wouldn’t that be something??
Excitingly James turns around as we see Dmitri turn an eye towards him before finally closing th e book and placing it next to him.
It’s quite obvious that the world champion did not see me as a threat and rightfully so, I mean he has his mind set on much more greater and far more challenging conquests than a mere vampire now doesn’t he?
James Tuscini scratches his head as Dmitri smiles at him before closing his eyes for a few moments before opening them again and staring at the lights of the room.
For a miracle to happen James, a first step has to be made to ignite a flame from underneath the ashes of the non existence. That what people never assumed would be a possibility, a mere hope of a sigh and oxygen has been created. I made my own task at hand and made him understand that I meant every word that I spoke off.
Just like placing you in that match against Casey last week???
Dmitri grins as he slowly rises up from the bed and walks to the window next to the one that James Tuscini is standing. Dmitri looks at the flashing lights of the casino’s and other entertainment that is in the Sin City. His eyes lures into the seemingly endless depths of the earth before turning his attention towards his tag team partner.
Casey was merely a toy for his watchful pleasure, as he enjoys either see people get beat up or watch his henchman take the fall for him. securing another delightful moment of television history wouldn’t you agree??
No James, I do not think our World Heavyweight champion is that simple minded when it comes down to others do his bidding for him. it is merely an entertaining way to please himself. And what a pleasure it must have been wouldn’t you think???
James does not answer as he knows that Dmitri is not finished talking.
Of course not, that makes everything so entertaining for the eyes of him and me to see. To him I am nothing more than a mere warmup match for his big extravaganza against Despayre. Yet I have been told many centuries ago to never underestimate those who you do not know… as he knows only the things that he takes for granted to know as nothing else will matter to him. Changing back the elephant into a mouse when the sharp ivory elephant teeth are almost piercing him through his skin into the void that he will leave behind after our confrontation(color)
Do you think….
I’m sorry for interrupting you my friend, but were you looking for that it would be that easy?? Of course not, but then again. An already choreographed ending takes out the element of surprise wouldn’t you think?? Besides, after watching Casey squirm at these hands before fading away made me wanted to do more than just be a bystander in the elements of that what J2H likes to please himself with. Greatness comes with a price, sacrifice has to be made to remain on top. Too bad for him that I have already set up an altar with burning wood as God himself was waiting for a sacrifice. A sacrifice of a first born, a first ever of something that is beyond that of the ordinary.. and too bad for J2H, there is no lamb in sight for him to be replaced with… so has it been written James.. and so shall it be done.
With that Dmitri walks off as he leaves James Tuscini standing as he looks on where his tag team partner is heading to.
We find Dmitri at a dinner table in a corner of a Las Vegas strip show. A beautiful Latina stripper is dancing at the platform, pleasing the costumers as he is sitting in a dark corner. His eyes has already roamed the entire room as he has not found a suitable victim for his pleasing. He finishes his drink as he places the glass on the table in front of him and unbuttons his blouse.
Have you ever wondered why I came out James?? I’m sure that you will have an entire tirade about it when you decide to open your mouth and fail to close it until every profanity known to mankind has left your lips. It’s quite interesting how anger and vulgar behaviour has never left humans, merely as I have watched your kind for many centuries. It must be the nature of the beast to claw away and bite with every possibility that he can find huh James??
I’m sorry that I dare not to be too formal as I have been in the past, but why would it even matter? We have already been introduced, shared some efficient tactics when it comes down to brutality and it made me feel like we have drawn to each other so much closer. Close enough for me to once again place you in that grip and never let go…. Do you remember that moment James?? Or should I just sink these fingers into your skin and make you remember all of that once more???
Dmitri grins as he sees the dancer bend backwards towards a customer, but staring at the direction of the vampire as she tries to ignore the horn dog that is in front of her.
She knows, she doesn’t have to be told. A mere look of the eyes makes a whole difference when it comes down to intentions wouldn’t you agree?? As your intentions are to remain champion after Summer XXXtreme. Not to worry about someone that does not deserve your time and the space that you will share with me. But the problem for you oh great champion, is even if you don’t like it… you have to content with destruction and might get destroyed in the process. Ever wanted that to happen James?? Or are you too confident in your own self that nothing of this will ever happen to you? And what’s the danger?? Facing off against a man that was just merely Internet champion for one whole title defence?? Not much of a worry about a man that grabbed you by the throat in a Tonga death grip and just squeezed you huh??
I’m sore that eventually I’m not even worth the time for you like Rage is, I’m sure that you never watched me annihilate Casey last week, because let’s be honest?? Who in the hell aligns himself with a loser like that anyways?? Oh wait… did I just come across the one thing that I have over you?? Or is friendship just another example of throwing things out of the window?? The man that would come out and weaken me, that would destroy me. Make me even less capable of being content by facing the World Heavyweight champion?? A man that told the world that I was not worth the shot, beneath him I assume. BENEATH the coward that later had to assault me from behind with Casey and send Casey after me afterwards for last weeks show?? I sense a little doubt and fear and bad luck upon your part James. Is it perhaps that you have felt the need to exercise the right not to confront me and move on??? Is that how champions these days play around these days and make themselves beyond the reach of the common man???
I shall not have the desire to have pity upon you for making an error in your own thought process James. Why would I anyways? A champion never makes an error to begin with right?? A champion faces all comers, a champion does not care who it is as long as they line themselves up to face him for his worth to show the world that he is beyond their reach? And yet… you decided otherwise compared to names that has done so much by grabbing a leather belt and have some gold attached to it… to have been former champions, to have been a stock broker with bad luck when it comes down to money, a nobody that has got identity crisis when it comes down to finding himself from all those who stand out?? Or the mere notion of a washed up Hollywood star, I understand that I do not stand out right away to get the next shot. But after this coming Climax Control everything shall change wouldn’t it?? It’s not that faith will change overnight, but the realization of having reality set in on your precious title reign that Despayre isn’t the final stop for you as champion… it shall be me….
With that the shot slowly fades to darkness as we see Dmitri stare into the camera with a sinister look
