[Dmitri]

 A warning to Casey Williams

How did it feel Casey?? How did it feel how I surprised you from behind and took you out?? Was that what you were expecting when you assumed you could do whatever you wanted to me?? The fact that you are wanting to relive that one match where you obtained a victory has gotten to you a lot huh?? Don’t deny it Casey. It’s the only thing that you can muster up to assume. Even yours truly just feel the need to shut you up Casey. How long must it have been Casey? How many years have you been gloating over one victory that has stained your pants for how long?? Yes Casey, I’m insulting you in a fashion that makes you even a rocket scientist to understand. Because when the moment that came for you to shine, I took it all away from you just like you did for me Casey.

How long are you going to live on a once in a lifetime experience that makes you desperate to once again to achieve?? You see Casey, you took something away from me and I am here to take away everything away from you what is left of you. You haven’t had a championship belt in years, are you going to be sitting at the television screen?? Biting away at anything that you can get your hands on, realizing that after a few matches under my belt that I would take away the Internet championship?? I know you will hate that don’t you??   I will haunt you with that championship belt after I have obtained it, I will take on every challenger that dares to think he has a chance to obtain it from me. Knowing that you will never get a shot at it Casey and you know why?? Because I will not allow it for you to have a shot at it. You will have to beg, you have to crawl or even try to suck up to the world heavyweight champion and STILL there won’t be anything for you to obtain anything… because you don’t deserve it Casey and that to me is something as pleasing as drinking a victim’s blood. To watch them squirm, to watch them gasp for air and searching for a way out… Just like you, just like the fact that after I have beaten Rage, you will understand that everyone has passed you by and there is nothing you can do about it. That’s right Casey, nothing in this world will make you stop that one thing that you no longer are capable to do… the only thing is certain in your life is decay….

The word decay echoes in the darkness that Dmitri is in, unable to see him but the words emerge from within the darkness creating a vision in itself.

Does this make me weak?? Does this make me a vengeful man?? Or does this mark my territory as a hunter, something that you attempted to do when you looked yourself in the mirror and asked yourself why. Why is it that someone that is in your eyes DEAD able to haunt your wildest dreams where you should have been dreaming about success and glory. Something you wish to share with the world, but deep down inside your stinking gut you don’t have anyone left to share it with. Deep down inside you are just like me Casey, but the fact is that I cherish the moments that I am alone. I don’t hear the voices of doubt inside my freaking mind going wild on me and make me wonder whether I should be a good little boy or a big bad giant… Remember the name Big Bad?? What was so bad about you except your wrestling ability…. It’s the fact that you don’t have talent and that’s why I am doing you a favour Casey….

Someone said that this feud needs to blossom? I will blossom the world, I will blossom the hopes and dreams of everyone out there that the end of an era is around the corner. Yes Casey, you beat me once… you never pinned me.. you never made me submit and the fact that you gloat about it… I will gloat over something that I have done… deal with it Casey… DEAL WITH IT!!! The days of me being a jobber as you have put so enjoyful are long to be wasted in your memory of yesterdays past. Soon Casey, soon there will be a matter of the minds and the jobbing of position in this world will be the end of your existence. Trust me, it will.


The nature of the beast
Present day.

Darkness is surrounding a candle, drops of blood has emerged around the candle on top of a table. The flame of the candle is moving softly, indicating that there is somewhere air flowing through the darkness. Footsteps can be heard walking from left to right, front to back as it has no clear and apparent direction. After a while the footsteps have vanished, only to re emerge from somewhere else. The camera is deadlocked upon the light, but we can see it move around the burning flame as the flame moves with it until it gets pushed to the side by the air that flows through. The steps suddenly stop as we hear other footsteps, clearly of a woman as we hear high heels step closer to someone’s breathing before it talks.

I guess the World knows by now, the viciousness of the predator that lurks for it’s prey. That taste that you crave for since that first time that you caved for it…. since that moment I’ve been trying to rejoice in it… even if it was for one single moment I just have yet to find that first taste all over again For how long has it been since that moment?? Years?? Oh of course not, if it was then I would not have been wishing upon it. As it would have still lingered around my lips, you were so soft and delicate. God how much of you were so innocent, perhaps naïve. It was so easy to snap that neck, that is if I wanted to… and yet, I only wanted to enter a gash upon your throat. I just remember that first contact, flesh upon flesh. Flesh upon fangs and fangs upon your blood. Perhaps it sounds intriguing to those who sit in their attic, unable to download porn to read upon anything that would widen their imagination. It’s not what John Lennon meant when he sang Imagine, but who are open minded to the fairy tales of the unknown it may sound like a match made in heaven. But I shall not drift off into the wildness of your unknown too much, making you understand that I have a thirst for more than just innocent blood. Even though every now and then it pleases me wouldn’t you believe that?? Of course it wouldn’t, you will utter the words of fraud and fake. To take out of my fake teeth and tell the world that I do feel pain and agony, how you will unravel the mysteries that I have created and turn them to your image that you uphold to yourself as the truth. That I am nothing more than a hoax…, Is that a word that to this day is still being used?? Or is the slang too far driven down our throats as a pleasurable momentum???

I sigh

If nothing more that I am is allowed to be an existence, then what makes you the one to judge me?? Though shall not judge is a word often forgotten in an old book, a book that has been altered throughout the ages of time by human hand as they proclaimed a higher power forced to it. But then again, did it take you by your hand as you wrote down every letter through your feather filled with ink??? Good and evil, so quaint that people need to believe in such a thing to find their harmony. A harmonious bond with your belief… I prefer the harmony of the flesh, but then it would gross out the ideals of you humans now would it?? It’s something that I have grown fond of you humans, your quest for always being right. To prove the other wrong, that he should not do this or say that. Is that insecurity that never widened your imagination??? Imagine the thought that I would have a claw hold dug deep down your throat, pulling you closer into the eyes of death… would it make you wonder whether you were wrong?? It’s okay, I know you will not admit to it right now, but then again. Why shall we not ask that question once more when everything made you understand the threat that is upon you

I open my eyes and see the light you humans use to protect you from the nature that is darkness.

I try to see things your way, at least an attempt should be awarded wouldn’t you agree?? At least it may cause you to open your eyes and widen your horizon, as if a human being is capable to step out of its comfort zone. And why is that??? I suppose you are just another example of what your eyes see, is what is there isn’t it?? Or is it more to it?? Just like every witch that got burned on a pile of wood by those who were afraid of her assumed powers, so tell me. Tell me what you are so afraid off my simpleton?? As if you would tell me in the first place, oh no. The response always shall be that I am just as you humans can put it so elegantly, that I am bullshitting myself?? How cute and self centered to admit to the reality of a brain that is only working upon a portion of it’s capabilities. Perhaps you should learn the theory of life when I am done rewriting every single word that exists. As the reality is merely upon your blood that runs through your body and the oxygen that you inhale

Moscow 1537 AD
The Tsardom of Russia.

Dmitri is sitting down in an old fashioned lounge chair, reading a book that reads Ivan IV, his eyes are moving across every letter that is in front of him. Sucking up every word of information that he can acquire from it.

I was there, when Ivan IV entered the realm and created the Tsardom from Russia. You may ask yourself who?? Then again, you useless pawns always restrict yourself to the local historian books of your own nation. Ivan The Terrible, terrible as rage ran through his body and his mind. An instable individual that only wanted to prove his power, to prove his might and to prove to everyone else that his way was the way. Does that sound familiar Rage?? Of course, I am sure that you will pull out the obvious words that you are not the historical individual that was incapable of controlling his rage, not like you huh Rage?? A man that uses only words of warnings and then takes his ability to inflict pain upon others is so much different than what the original Tsar did at that era of time wouldn’t you say?? Oh the coincidences has been throughout time and the only thing that I can think of is that at every reign of greatness, whether it is a Tsar or in your case a championship run… it always comes to an end in the most painful way imaginary…. But then again, you are not like that aren’t you Rage??? I cannot wait until he opens up his mouth and spit out all the profanity of established ignorance towards me, because it’s all a lie that I profess to be. Assuming that his eyes know only the reality that needs to be seen. See the anger, see the power of what I possess. And you will be saved one day, maybe I will do it this Sunday… who knows. Did you ever hear of Ivan Rage?? Were you a historian buff of international proportions?? Or has the unlimited possibilities of this great nation limited your possibilities of assuming a wider thought?? Okay, I must admit that drifted off to a personal level, but admit it my assumed friend. Weren’t you personalizing your anger upon the fact whether I am real or not??? As if I wish to prove a point to you rather than to take away your championship belt. Something that you hold dear as you know deep down inside, that your victory was.. how should I say??? Questionable?? I smile, I know that I have enraged his anger even more. Should I explain?? Maybe not, perhaps the ideology of Ivan needs to be explained to the point of no return… shall I go on??

Of course I should, every reign of terror has it’s moments of supremacy. The moments where your words and beliefs have become a reality, a reality that surrounds you with an essence of might and indestructibility isn’t it?? the fact that you already are in quest of taking on the world champion merely moments that you took that championship. Isn’t that the greed that Ivan possessed? Causing the Russian empire to grow beyond the sight of the horizon. It must sound familiar wouldn’t you agree??? Tell me, are you just like him an enraged individual that also is energetic and intellectual, but possessed the weakness of being mentally unstable?? I hope the truth shall be revealed, that would make things so much more enjoyable. Is it your rage that blinds you from that what stands in front of you?? The destructive nature of a complete and sane mind that is calculated and knows when to strike?? Oh sure, I admit that sometimes it has it’s advantages of being a barbaric brute on the battlefield you call the squared circle. But how often does taking risks benefit you from the constant anger?? The constant blindness that covers your eyes from the reality that stands right in front of you???

Dmitri turns a page on the book, a sinister smile emerges on his face

I remember the moments where he crushed hopes and dreams of those who opposed him. The few moments of satisfaction could always have been viewed from the size of his grin. Too bad that it never lasted as long as he wished for, how long does it last for you Rage??? Do I need to slip out of the ring one more time and bash upon someone else while you can administer a pinfall on a weakling like Frost??? Oh my, I feel something emerge that you would call a chuckle. It does indeed give a satisfied notion that you made a rather amusing remark. Maybe I will keep this new acquired emotion for proper use, at least when it calls for it. He even killed his oldest son in an outburst of rage, now I cannot view the possibility that a champion of the common modern world would stoop as low as a fellow enraged and mental disabled individual to do the same. Of course you wouldn’t huh Rage?? At least you have a weekly processing of dealing with your anger in the squared circle…. Dropping all of your anger upon some sod that stands in your way and spear the living life out of him. To feel the bones snap or the ribs crack in the quest of your destructive path. Isn’t it a shame that you are limited upon a few days of the year to break free??? I cannot bear the notion that he would have a week off or two Of course you wouldn’t, you rely upon fighting to unleash your anger. To fight, to know you will survive another day. To walk out of the arena with the knowledge that you can look yourself in the mirror once again. Knowing that you are  a winner. But we both know that everything comes to an end doesn’t it?? To be unable to feel fulfilled and that will trouble you to the point of desperation. Is it that what makes you a enraged?? I can give you all the attention you want after I have taken away the load of being a champion. See?? I regocnized your status in this industry as someone that wears a leather strap with gold plated prove that you are my champion…. Champions only exist until they are overtaken…. Just like every leader was. Of course, Ivan was Tsar until his death overtook him. But it still tells the world that nothing is forever, as if you will probably proclaim that you will hold on to this title as long as you see fit to do so. Am I a rambling man?? Look, I do the chuckle once more

He continues to stare at the book before closing it as he places the book on a table next to him. His eyes are piercing into the camera with a cold look of destruction.

I could go on about Ivan for ages, but then again. It would make you proclaim that I would have more fascination upon a mastermind filled with delusional problems instead of the problem of the current day. Yes Rage, I call you, no I entitle you to be a problem. For whom you may ask?? Is it for me?? Of course not, how can you be a problem to someone that simply would outlive you for how many centuries of my own choosing? Oh no Rage, you are a problem to yourself. To your friends of a little group called the Sins. A problem to recognize that even with that accomplishment of once more being a champion, that you are unfulfilled. Unfulfilled to this very day as you are missing something that completes you. Sanity has become an apparent disease that has shut off your ability to consume the acknowledgment that you are nothing more than a futile existence for a human being. Yes a human being, I am not even going to touch the emphasis of you representing something because of that belt. That is something is for a later moment of this promo. You see Rage, you question my reality as a Nosferatu… amuse yourself with ridiculing insults, insults that only shows your weaker side of a human being. To that what you do not know, you shall ridicule…

Am I saddened because of this?? Oh no, I am amused for the futile attempts that you shall pry upon me over and over again. Making it a questionable attempt to strengthen your position in this one on one confrontation. Is that what makes you brave?? Or is it because you are too ignorant to care to realize the danger of underestimation?? What will you say?? I do not underestimate Dmitri?? Of course, you hold a victory in the victory books over me… as you pinned a clownesk figure that soars through the clouds to this very day. Trying to hide his identity for the world to witness…. I am not a weakling Rage, never have the need to hide behind anything… I just take what I want and this time… I want to take away something that you do not deserve. Is it your championship belt??? Well, with the glory comes the price isn’t it?? But I want to take away your believes in yourself, I want to take away your laughter and your amusement where there is nothing more left than your rage… your anger, your delusional fears that is hiding somewhere dark and secluded. To be unable to reason with anything else, even with your own mind and then I dare you to enter another realm of that what is mine. I have taken away hopes and dreams, I have taken away blood and soon I will take away gold Rage… is that what you wish to comprehend?? Is that what you wish to wake up with in a puddle of your own sweat?? To stare into the void, hoping to find that belt and realize that it’s mine??? I know you do not wish to think about it… but how great is the odds after a one on one confrontation?? Fifty?? You do the math enraged mind of the lost…

The nature of the Beast part 2

Once again back to the present day, the darkness has once again consumed us. The candle has become smaller because of the burning of the flame and the melting. Soft whispers of two voices can be heard until the talking of the one called Dmitri has once again turned towards us.

I know I must have awoken his anger, the thought of nobody should talk to me this way must have crossed his thoughts a thousand times. Maybe even more, I just do not understand how fools would keep this sharade up as long as him. Entertaining though to see the first sweat drops emerge as you do not feel the warmth of the sun, yet the heat captivates you doesn’t it?? It does. I would almost feel pity if I had still the need to feel human, to feel like you. To be allowed to explore your feelings, to see whether you are a strong man and yet to be bound with rules that allows you humans to be humain… to be something that is merely labelled as what is expected from each and everyone. To “fit” in so to speak isn’t it?? Does the anger and rage need to be controlled for the masses to accept you?? Or do you want to be a loner, that says that he would do whatever he wants… but will you?? Or is it merely words to hype the crowds, so they will be able to buy some more shirts for you to put food on the table for whatever family you have got back home??? I know now that I have become personal, but then again… doesn’t that make it even more exciting?? It’s nothing more than to show you have a heart. That you care what others speak off, when you have wandered this world as a loner as long as I have… it would not matter anymore to what certain thoughts would bear a a cross upon your existence or not. I have been entertained by the questionable ideals of a giant moron. It’s a way of spending time when you are “bored” as you speak off isn’t it?? but I’ve always been someone that looks past that what is in front of you at that given moment. To see where the grass is more greener than the one that I have taken It sure looks too delicious not to pass this opportunity by to take something you hold dear to your self

Whether it is wealth, looks, or the life of your existence. There is always something that I could take away from someone. Did I take your faith in yourself as I slid out of the ring?? Please say no, it makes it only more pleasurable to put the emphasis behind these words Did it keep you awake at night?? having that match run through your mind over and over again as you look for a plausible answer to match your theory why I didn’t run in to save Frost?? As you acknowledged me as your biggest threat and yet you had to deal with a flying acrobat. The simplest of simple answers would be that I cannot focus upon more than one opponent… something that you can base fact upon fact for a reason why you are champion. Then again, if you have these thoughts there must be doubt. A doubt that could be there every single time for a champion when you put that right on the line to be called the very best. Whether you will walk away with it or not, whether there be a moment where you can pack that belt and stare at that name that is yours?? Given by who knows whom and makes you a personality?? Tell me Rage, what makes you who you THINK you are??? All I can grasp when I rasp my fingers across your sweaty cheek is a mortal man. A man with might, a man with power and uncontrollable rage and anger.

If I was a simpleton, I would have been quite intriqued to digest through your brain. Just like they did to Lenin… after his death to study it… how foolish to think you can learn from a brain of a dead man who controlled communism in the USSR… tell me Rage, how does your brain fit in all of your existence?? Is it all just fighting that you wish to bestow upon me and your other opponents?? As if I would walk away from one For ages the thought of putting up these fights and harm a single human being, to make sure that it would not happen to you. Two minds to think that they are superior to the other and having a title to prove it. Things like these are so primal, so ancient and brainless to even consume the thought that survival is merely a temporarily goal in life. It’s like you wage on war and be thankful for walking away from the trenches every single time and wake up knowing that no bullet was shot into your brain. I am warning you Rage, last time I was merely allowing humanity to overcome all odds. Today, I have seen the light of a different kind and I realize it is time to harvest upon you. A harvest of nothing more than merely your blood. Didn’t you tell the world that you don’t mind to bleed to get the job done?? And bleeding you shall, premature of an essence that is nothing more than of savageness. Ah yes, a period of time where I would have craved for ripping away of flesh to get to the core. But since sophistication has emerged, it would only lower my standards of one uncontrolled idiot

A soft whisper can be heard, but the words are too soft to be understood. A hand softly emerges from out of nowhere. Scratching for something that isn’t there.

Oh I’m sorry that you haven’t seen me while standing in the dark with company, it is clear and understandable that privacy is even for yours truly has become important. Then again, the reality of it all shall be revealed one day when the day asks for it to be done. But then again, it is time for me to please myself upon your carcass. Oh yes, this time I will have all the attention of this world upon you Rage… nothing will be a toy for me to please as someone else tries so hard to obtain something he does not deserve. Quite the refreshing thought to look past some oak tree giant that does not move in unison and move to something far more… pleasurable to watch A pleasure for me indeed to cut the tree down to size and watch every creature fly or slither or run away from it’s former safe haven. These hands that have not aged over how many centuries will perhaps feel some roughness as I will close them to become fists. Perhaps even scratch and dig down into your flesh as it will remind me of the animal that we all used to be as humans.

A whisper of the other figure could be softly heard, as if there was a cloth muffling it so that the camera could not identify the identity or hear what was being said.

Of course a hunter that seeks its prey in the darkness of the night has the patience to stalk it for a few more moments before it decides to strike. You see Rage, I was the one that slithered around you for a few moments before deciding to take down Casey. You must have been questioning my intentions all along as of why?? Why you would have become Internet champion so easily, without having to deal with the night stalker of your wildest dreams. Without having to deal with me, it’s quite simple to be honest As I have always been that way. Difficult to believe that I can adapt to so many different ways that it must be infuriating you, or perhaps just utter the words that I am once again wrong. That nothing I speak off makes sense and yet it does, doesn’t it?? I want that belt to be around my waist as to feel your end has come, to feel that pulse pump faster in fear as you have come to terms that the end is near. The most exciting moment in life is what is needed to be delivered in time. Time that is upon me oh Rage, oh yes. The time of your acceptance that you are just merely a temporarily toy that I allowed to breathe… and nothing in this world will stop me from making you crumble at my feet…. You want to know how Rage???

A few days ago
Okayama International Hotel
The Presidential suite

Curtains have closed, candles are keeping a dim light throughout the hotel room as two figures are seen to be seated. Dmitri and Pussy Willow, Willow is looking around the hotel room as she is clearly uneasy of the whole situation.

Do not worry for your pretty neck, I have already feasted and you have so much more important things upon my verbal menu to discuss my pretty.

She swallows hard as she reluctantly lets a sigh of relief.

(color=yellow)Dmitri, you have been put in a match for the Internet Championship against Rage, someone that you have faced in that Internet title Fatal Fourway, what he did win. Will that have any effect on the outcome for this week’s match???

Dmitri smiles as he is amused for the question that was asked towards him.

Ah yes, of course. The match where people already pointed out that he would win, who was I to disappoint or make their questionable minds look astray by not helping out their predictable words of stupidity??

(color=yellow) Uhm…, I…,[/color]

Of course you don’t have an answer to this question. And who does?? It sure isn’t Rage as this man has gone from angry to foaming from the mouth as a rabid dog. Does he even is concerned about whether it is healthy to begin with?? Then again, I’m not sure whether this man cares about anything else besides him to prove himself to anyone

(color=yellow) So you wanted him to win that match?? [/color]

Dmitri grins as he nods his head before pushing his hair aside from his face.

Oh of course I did, he is a former world champion, you don’t want a former champion grasp his fingers around whatever he can find and scream out of agonizing fashion over a loss against two nobodies and a new guy that has yet to make his mark??

(color=yellow) So…[/color]

Dmitri rolls his eyes as he shakes his head no towards Willow, casuing her to get more confused what he is saying.

Of course not you silly wench, are you blinded with the idioticy that is Casey Williams?? The fact that I went after Casey Williams instead of the championship belt, because he is the one flea that sucks everything dry that he apparently stands for… do you know how sad that is???

(color=yellow) That’s one big flea you are describing Dmitri, I…[/color]

Oh really?? A flea, or should I say a fly that lands on your arm and drinks your blood and causes your body to cause it to itch?? You see, the fact that I put my hand on him in that Tongan Death Grip and just watch him gasp, to watch him try to break himself free with all the strength that he assumed he had?? Because even YOU must have seen the desperation in his eyes, it must be the moment where he realized that tempting death that walks amongst the living is the foulest thing to have ever done. I’m sure that he must have remembered that match inside that Boeing 747 and realized that he should have ended right there…. I just allowed him to survive…, just like I am doing to Rage.

(color=yellow) Are you saying that you have an agenda somewhere, where names are have a date when they are ended?[/color]

Dmitri grins as he is apparently amused to what is being said to him.

(color=yellow)What??[/color]

Life has it’s way to adapt and move on haven’t you ever noticed that?? It’s how we deal with the separation of the strong and the weak. The intellects and the foolish ones, the beauty and the beast as I can go on and on Willow. The fact that Casey has had the years of believing he has escaped me has made him the weak. And the sudden outburst of anger will not allow himself to be saved once more… The fact that I send him a small warning towards him on this past Sunday on Climax Control was just me telling that I can strike at any given moment. That I am more than just the anger of a freight train that he pretends to possess when he puts on his angry face, when he puts on his mean voice and spits out profanity. That I am more than he has ever been in his life and truth is something that sometimes needs to bear the reality of the person that needs to hear it. The ink hasn’t set yet, the minds hasn’t crossed paths once more as we need to exchange pleasant words with each other before I rip off his stinking head and watch him suffer… Even though these words are giving you a different perception Willow, I truly am a gentle person

(color=yellow) I’m sorry I don’t believe you[/color]

And so you shouldn’t, the truth is out there and it just needs to cross the mailbox of one Casey Williams that he needs to answer it soon. Or else the one man that he owes his life to will come down and take away the rest that he has desperately tried to protect from me. I will take away his pride, I will take away his dignity and most of all… I will take away his sad excuse for a wrestling career before I can indulge in his misery and sadness

He grins as he licks his lips, causing Willow to swallow once more before turning her attention back to the interview.

(color=yellow) Is that the same thing that you have planned for Rage??

Dmitri lets out a sigh, putting his fingers together as if he is thinking about the question for a few moments.

(color=yellow)Dmitri?? I just asked….[/color]

I know what you just asked, my hearing hasn’t decreased after all the centuries that has passed me by as if that’s what you were wondering. But when it comes down to your interesting attempt to ask me a question that needs the right response, I need to assume the right moment to come clean wouldn’t you agree?? You see, the name Rage is a state of mind. A mindset that anger builds up your intensity and strength to just walk through everyone that stands in your way. Something that Mr. Rage wishes to do once more against me in this match. A match where this time he cannot make a decision to whether to pin option number one or option number three…. The only problem for Mr. Rage is that I took two options away from him and allowed him to obtain the victory over the least opponent that could have stopped him

(color=yellow)So….,[/color]

Please spare your pitiful attempts to be a conversational type of person that I would wish to grant a free return at any given moment of my free time Willow. It would not happen, only when I need to throw some verbal caution in the wind

He stares at her, as the words sink into her mind as she nods her head as if to say please go on

Good, that would make things so much more easier for the both of us, you see earlier I made the reference towards Ivan the Terrible. A terrible brute that was intelligent and a leader that remained on top of his world by domination and with terrorizing fashion. Something I just do not see being a part inside the mind of one simpleton like Rage. Even though his name would tell you a different tale when it comes down to brutality wouldn’t you agree???

She nods her head as she continues to listen to him

Rage is someone that wishes the world to believe his words, that pumps himself up to believe in his own words as he knows that when it comes down to the two of us. That he does not stand a chance, like I did to the former World Tag Team champion, dominating him in my debut match. Now I stand toe to toe, face to face with a singles champion that believe that history will repeat itself. It was only created because I wanted it to Rage, it will be a hard cookie as you say it so pleasantly to swallow for you Rage… you will utter the words that I am a coward, that I am a liar and that I just want to change the outcome for me to make myself feel better about it huh?? That I should have gotten face to face with you instead of avoiding you?? It must really have made you feel upset huh Rage?? Even though you will just say that you were out there to beat whomever you needed to beat to take that title…. But that wasn’t what you were saying back then was it Rage?? Wasn’t it you that told the world that it was going to be between you and me?? Did you really believe these words yourself Rage?? Or was it merely an attempt to scare me as you were to zoom in your anger upon me?? How quaint to attempt to believe you, but it will not make any difference now Rage…

(color=yellow) How is your prediction going to be for this match??[/color]

Dmitri grins as he rubs his chin and nods his head a few moments later

There will be suffering, there will be blood and most of all there will be one man realizing how good he must have had at the Super card when he had Lucian Frost who was ripe for the pickings when he beat him. I am sure that he won’t understand the reasons behind the whole I allowed him to win, but then again… I never wanted to be understood in the first place. I want to do things the way I want them to happen, to have a task at hand where I decide the future of those who aren’t worth it to decide their own upon themselves.

Dmitri grinds his teeth before chuckling as he closes his eyes for a few moments

I will not share it all right now, as you are not the right one to be asking me questions in the first place. Oh no Willow, nothing personal. But I am positive that a moment between raging bulls that are yours truly and the Internet champion, is something that is what Rage himself would have wanted before I take away his golden championship belt. To be positive that he cannot blame anyone else, but himself for the loss at the championship gold… to be thinking back to the words that I have spoken that he would be telling that it was a lie and realize that he himself is a liar and a fraud… until the next time Miss Willow, I bid you goodbye.

Dmitri puts his fingers together once more as he stares at the baffled Willow as she slowly walks out of his room.

A final history lesson for present use.

We are once again in the dark, a few burning candles show Dmitri sitting down in a rocking chair, his entire body is visible except for his face. His nose emerges and disappears everytime that he rocks in the chair back and front.

You thought that I was done Rage?? Oh of course I am not… not in a moment in time where I need to explain the how behind the why… it’s always why with you humans isn’t it?? why did you do this, why did you leave that behind?? And why is it that you…. Oh the irony of how you humans are short on fuse when it comes down to be a patient and thinking person. But I understand, these days everything needs to go so fast and direct that we aren’t patient enough to wait isn’t it Rage?? Waiting for an answer is the saddest of them all, cranking up your anger and disbelief as you may be yelling at someone when you look like a fool.  Why did I do it huh Rage?? It was already apparent at that moment in time that I wanted you for myself, not to be distracted by fools of loose minds or loose joints as Frost has never been seen before… no Rage, I wanted you at the top of your game, I wanted you when the belief in yourself as the monster that you are were at the hightest of high…. Something that you cannot deny upon this very day that it isn’t… is it Rage?? Or are you consumed with the fact that you want more?? Tell me, as I am always gladly to either make dreams a reality…or change them into a living nightmare. Ultimately ending up with your face driving into the canvas

There is silence for a few moments, Dmitri places his hands on the sides of his rocket chair as his moving slowly fades a bit.

I just love brutality of the same nature as you do Rage, the problem for you is that of course cannot contain your emotions. Allowing your mind to go blank and unable to see what you are doing inside or outside the six sided ring… it would be the moment for me to wait before you lose control, to leave the comfort zone of you believing that you got everything under control… Whilst you have never had, whilst you never will when you are in the ring with me. You see Rage, I have haunted the brave, I have haunted the weak and I have haunted the deranged… and all have ended up in the same essence of departure of this world as there is no difference to me… I do not discriminate upon beliefs, upon intelligence or upon the emotional substances that takes control of yourself… just look at you already wanting to scream out, wanting to bash the television screen that you are watching. Wanting to grab me by the neck and do whatever you want to do… because that’s who you are aren’t you Rage?? Feel free to say that I am wrong, that’s what you humans always do isn’t it?? Because that’s the point of it all, you are always right and do not accept other logical assumptions that others bring to mind and that makes me want to break you down so hard, causing me to enjoy it even more. Because I do not have to be right to know I am, I don’t have to be right to know that I will destroy you. I never wanted your acceptance or that of anyone else to be right and to do the unthinkable…. At least when you look at it from your point of view isn’t it Rage?? The blindness of a human being is such a treat for a Nosferatu like mine that I will enjoy your squirming reactions all the down to the ring.

It’s that time right now that I shall do what I have to do, to beat you in the most unlikely fashion that you have never ever seen before. To break down the former world champion in a fashion that you have yet to grasp into your intellectual mind. The fact that Ivan was deranged was the fact that he could not cope with his intellect and his desire to maim and to destroy… while I can Rage… that’s your problem that needs to be delved upon your misery that I shall cherish. Does it make sense what I am talking to you?? As if it would change anything that you would say and do to me… As if I would care, nothing will change the inevitable that I will do to him. Because you are hiding, you are hiding behind excuses for different things to forget what you are supposed to do… three shows already in Japan and this is your first return to the ring?? Why Rage?? Anger management to deal with the words of the World champion or the current Roulette champion?? That the vampire of the name of Dmitri no longer comes to mind?? It’s okay Rage, I can wait for how long it needs to break you down to realization… you see Rage, I am intending to break you down, I am intending to make you squirm at every attempt to mount a comeback against me… I am going to break you down before I will do the same that I have done to Casey Williams in the middle of the ring. Can you overcome the same fate Rage??

Fate is inevitable is what I have learned in the past, surviving the winters in Mother Russia to the point where your limbs would just freeze and break off… to keep you warm with the unthinkable things that nature could give to a young boy in Russia… to learn to drink the Wodka, to learn to hunt for wild animals for their hide and their flesh… Trying to fall asleep while the hounds of hell are howling as they haunt for the flesh of the weak…. The Bolsheviks, the Tsars, the communists, the rise and fall of a superpower over and over again… the wars, the hunger winters, the modern inventions that would have made people scream out loud that it is the tool of the Devil.. oh yes, how I would cherish the ignorance and the attempts to grow out of the boredom of everyday’s lives. Tell me Rage, what is your excuse to escape?? Nothin will condone the reasons of your actions if you aren’t fully acceptable of it. Accepting the mistakes that you have made, only to make you a better person in life. Have you Rage?? Have you accepted the mistakes to become a better person?? Or are you going to continue with that what made you what you are???

The chair slowly starts to rock once more, Dmitri has put his fingers together as we can see the outlines of his mouth emerge in view of the camera as he rocks forwards before fading again as he rocks back.

No use to explain to me the hows and whys as I already know the truth of it all, I can read it in your eyes Rage. I can taste it upon your sweat and I hold it before your watching eyes as I rip away your flesh…. Of course these aren’t threats of literal essence, but more of the figurative nature Rage. Something that would of course confuse you. No Rage, there is more to me than just a fraud of your own imagination, there is more to me than just a big man that didn’t took the title at the Super Card… There is a man that will take away that what you hold dear to you the most Rage, the world will once again crush around you as in your first… YOUR FIRST ever Internet championship title defence you will walk away empty handed Rage. Making your big victory at the biggest stage of them all meaningless. Meaningless Rage, does that sink in the right way?? Or do I have to spell it out to you??

I have waited years to find the right moment to destroy Casey Williams, I have no need to do the same with you, but then again… lady luck has bestowed this upon us to allow the truth to be delivered upon this world…. For the watchful eye they will see a reality of brutality as if I am Ivan the Terrible… riding upon his horse and shouting out orders to the legions that needs to slaughter innocent victims. The reality that I will not look back when I have left you gasping for air, I will not look back when you stare at me with doubt. Because there will be doubt upon your part, wondering what went wrong. You see Rage, I have no need to tell you all the childish remarks to ridicule me to insult me… I do not need to, because my insults are being made by these hands

Dmitri shows his hands as his black fingernails, the hands of destruction that he speaks off.

See these hands my friend, watch these fingers, watch these knuckles and the hands that show elegance at this very moment. But when it comes down to as I enter that six sided ring in this fine nation of Japan, who treat the wrestlers are Gods. Where viciousness has been created to become an art form. In this nation, I will excel and take away your newly won championship and end your futile reign as champion. Because in the end, nobody will remember the night that you captured the gold… they will only remember the night where you lost the championship to a man that dominated you. Tell me that I am wrong Rage, tell me that I am just a fraud that pretends to be something I am not… Because in the end of times, the Rage of your existence will be revealed that you are nothing more than someone that is afraid… think about it Rage…

I have spoken, it had to be done. Forgive those who question my intentions upon this world… as I am a stranger in the minds of those who are strange upon themselves. I dare to walk between them, I dare to listen where others would merely speak out and voice their opinions. I am here to stay, where others shall tremble before my very own feet. Because in life there is only one thing that matters, that’s me. The time of certainty is over, the time of you can close your eyes and fall asleep is no more… Tell the world that I am here to end tyranny, to end your struggle for rage… As all in life is uncertain, except me….