The start of a new ending.
The moment has come, the truth was pulled out of it’s context that you tried to create and evaporate into the thin air… in the hope of ignoring your destiny to be squashed and broken down piece by piece…., to hide behind the blind skirt of your own deceit upon yourself, truth is a never ending criticaster that does not discriminate… it stares you in the eyes and does not wait for your own reaction, it has already vanished before you realised it and a new reality has already replaced it before you even know it
Has it been a reality upon your own expectations???
And what would these expectations be?? Almighty Pharao like antics, sitting upon your thrown as you sit in the shadows watching your slaves build a pyramid in your own honour?? Or the mere expectation that you will end up living forever, glued to your championship as nobody can touch you?? Only to be blinded by your own false prophecies of hopes and dreams of clutching on to a myth
The fountain of eternal youth??
Another myth that has been handed down from generation upon generation, to keep a hope and a dream intact. A wish, a sigh, a plea of something that you never quite knew for sure that it actually existed… where your hopes and dreams eventually keep the myth intact, giving the myth the eternal life that it never deserved to begin with… because the fountain that you seek is something that you possess that I crave…. Or were you too foolish that a fountain would only possess the liquid of water??
How foolish to assume another foolish thought, then again it could only have been expected by the low beings of non relevance.
Do I bore you?? Does it make you want to bash your face into the television screen? Begging for the sound of silence?? Hoping that it would not be merely a title of a song of two men that have not yet have received the Nobel Price of literature… It’s quite intriguing don’t you think? To see the evolution of your brain come together in mere rage, being merely incapable of accepting the other side of the tale. A tale that has an ending, a middle part and a start….
I know it’s the other way around… or is it??
Who are you to decide?? Who are you to bring inner peace upon this world that is not yours to begin with. Inner peace is a mere psychological believe that confuses you with what is right and what is wrong. What is the beginning and what is the end, while the middle part of it all connects it all together… It’s what binds you, it’s what connects you and what makes you confuse yourself with the beginning and the ending. Because let’s all rejoice the thought that the only thing that combines the beginning and the end… That there is nothing…, nothing before the very first drop of ink has reached the top part of the first page… until the final dot on the last page of the end of the story. There is everything in between and nothing before and afterwards…, only the emptiness that resembles each and everyone’s life
Your life is next to reach the end, as the sequel has turned out to be the one that you lose it all
To have lost it all, to have found a path in your existence that tells you nothing but the deepest fears of your entire existence. That it is all made up, that it is all just a lie. The words that you have spoken about my existence altogether and yet, it is you that has lost contact with reality. As it is confidence that overshadows your darkest fears, to turn every page and not knowing when your existence on your wild romance of your existence will end. To have the world buzz about you, as they try to resemble their existence of their own lies to that of yours. Does it make sense to you?? Or are you overshadowed with a new hardcopy of the same book, as that keeps you repetitive and yet attempted to be fresh. The Bible has been repeated over and over again, different words used as to another explanation of the same story to have a new twist. You just are unlucky that the twist has ran it’s course and it’s time for the new tale to emerge…. Until then….
Flashback
October 9th, 2016
Carving of the pumpkin
A few candles can be seen burning on either side of a countertop where a pumpkin can be seen on top of a cutting board. A sharp knife can be seen next to it on top of the cutting board. Suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs the knife as we see black finger nails as the hand grabs hold of it.
Tradition of this holiday is to carve a face out of a pumpkin, to place a candle inside of it and place it outside your home… as to enjoy the festivities of this Halloween feast.
The fingers grabs tight around the base of the knife as it is squeezing hard, the pale hand turns even paler because of it before relaxing and slowly pulls up the base as the sharp point balances on the board as the figure known as Dmitri holds it above the board.
How interesting of how such a feast originated from the Kelts ages ago, celebrating All Hallows Eve turns into a trick and treat festivity for kids to dress up and get candy. While we all know the reality behind it is to be enjoy the fact that the harvest has been brought in before their Samhain…, their New Years Eve… but history tells us that in due time things change doesn’t it???
Samhain, the new year as well as the dead from their past come back to obtain a new body, in the hopes of rekindle a new life for those who had gone to the other side. How ironic how these Kelts believed in life after death and how Christian’s obtained that believe for someone at their cross. These days you would be sued if they believe you stole something from another soul…..
Dmitri uses his fingers to slowly turn the knife around in circles as we see both sides of the knife shine into the light of the candles.
Interesting concept isn’t it?? The night where the dead try to find themselves a new body, trying to find their new lives in the hopes of to escape death as long as it may bring them joy. A far more interesting concept instead of just merely parade around as if you’re a skeleton or a mere goblin wouldn’t you say?? A notion that every good thing must come to an end and yet the end is something you humans of any age wish to escape from. To believe a fairy tale, that where people put food down for the dead that all things will turn out well… I guess the trick of the treat??
A trick it is indeed, a trick these days whereas in the past your life was either yours or for the taken by the dead. The dead that waited a whole year… imagine, some of you cannot wait until dinner time… and they had to wait 365 days to hope of one lucky moment to escape the clutches of death. But we all know that eventually death catches up with you and tears you from limb to limb. Something that you must come to grips in your career that in the end will pass you bye while I will keep on moving towards the ultimate goal. The ultimate goal that I will be the only one left standing. Where I will be having the blood of the innocence dripping from my fingers, without any emotion coming from my grimace. And you know why??? Because I don’t give a damn
He slowly lifts up the knife and slowly starts to move towards the pumpkin and opens it up to carve the inside out of the pumpkin starting with the eyes.
>The eyes, the one thing that shows us everything that we need to see, or in other cases only blinds us from the reality that you are in. The most vulnerable object in your face and one of the most important senses of a human being that we need to survive in this world… in my opinion the human’s most important sense as we rely upon it every second of the day… so tell me James… what does your eyes tell you when it comes down to the night before the dead will walk the earth?? Will your eyes still trouble you with the concept that there’s more to life than merely humans?? Or will you try to find a way to escape my clutches like you have done before?? It’s a sense that often diagnoses the first impression upon another, but often the first impression will be your undoing James… for it is merely an exception of the matter of life that you need to learn from the deeds of the past… I have… will you?? Or will it all flounder away into the misty mountains of another man’s imagination???
Dmitri carves out further the eyes as they have a sinister look upon the pumpkin as the knife slowly moves towards the center as he starts to stab into it to open up the nose.
The sense of smell is upon us all, when the eyes vanish the other senses take over and increase in productivity. Perhaps you should try to learn to smell that what your eyes do not allow you to see James. The smell of the dead corpses upon the earth, slowly rotting away as you are stepping closer to your demise… you see, I have learned that all people need to be brought to justice for all the deeds they have done in life and only one can judge them for either a sinner or a hero… tell me, are you a sinner James?? The man that cannot do anything wrong, the man that does everything correctly according to his view of life. And I can grasp the reality of it all that it does taste good doesn’t it?? Victorious ways of life is always the sweetest taste of nectar upon your almost dried up lips.
I know I must be all confusing your ears as you do not want to listen to long promo’s and repetitive verses upon your listening ears.. or so does the tale go of the imagination of those who are incapable of listening to what is being said. But then back upon your senses, people often say that you can smell fear. Do you smell anything upon me James? Do you smell something that could be considered… how you humans love to call? Oh yes, a yellow line down my back?? How interesting to see how humour always finds it’s way into the minds of others when their back’s are upon the walls and nowhere to go??
The carving of the nose continues as a skull like nose emerges upon the pumpkin
Just like the eyes, the nose sends signals towards the brain that causes the recognition to emerge for your mind to identify the one of the other. Your eyes are clearly losing it’s reality sight of it all that I am showing you.. so how is the smell? How is the smell of fear, danger? The fact that you need to smell the moment where foul stench of death has emerged before you and you need to gasp for oxygen to escape it’s clutches. Knowing full well that death can wait… but how long always remains the question hasn’t it???
The final carving causes the nose to be completed as Dmitri drops the knife next to the pumpking for a few moments and runs his fingers acorss the edges of the nose.
Ever smelled death James? Of course you haven’t and if you have then you would not have recognized it in the first place. Because in your ideology, death does not exist now does it?? It’s quite remarkable of how ignorant fools tend to last for a long time on top of the world, believing that they will last a lifetime or perhaps beyond that gloated ideal and then realize when all is over that they are far from being an immortal. You seek a challenge that you believe that is not within these hands to be taken?? Then I sense a lie that needs to become a reality. A reality of a spoken word that has not been used by yours truly since day one… the word that you were wrong….
Dmitri grabs the knife once more and starts to carve out the mouth, the always returning sinister smile has emerged upon the pumpkin to complete the face.
And then you have the power of speech, now I know that there are more senses of a human body to be used as an increasing strength.. but seeing that I only have a pumpkin to work on, it’s hardly possible to use the senses of touch to be used. But to the power of speech, the one thing that besides your wrestling ability has truly been remarkable. The gift of the crooked tongue, originated from the snake that forced the woman to eat from the forbidden fruit has rendered his way throughout the centuries to names that have created an vocal enigma.
Using speeches as I have a dream, or the tone of the voice that captivates a nation… perhaps even the world. I cannot comprehend myself thinking that your actions of using words to meddle with the lives of others would one day come to haunt you James. How can be the one, increase the lives of the many?? Until one day the speaking stops and the gasping moments comes into place. To feel these fingers wrap around your vocal chords and just squeeze James.. how does it feel to be left in a motionless state of mind. Not knowing what your judgment day will be like.. BE LIKE??? And how can you truly understand to know when Samhain just waits it’s time to pass the torch of being dead for a year to an unsuspected fool.
A fool often speaks louder than his brain can comprehend James, something that you have already proven when you once again crossed the path of the man that wanted to change what he did wrong… but I guess, only a fool knows how to speak out louder than what his brain truly intended it to be….
The final touches comes as Dmitri puts a candle inside the pumpkin and lights it with a classical match. Lighting the candle inside, causing the flames to put more emphasise upon the carved out face of the pumpkin.
The face is you James and the light is your life, your essence and your soul as it is your championship belt that I wish to collect. Soon you will be lifeless, soon you will not know what has come into your life except the pain of knowing you have been ripped apart… but for that… I need to educate you more…
With that the shot fades as we go to another flashback
Every difficult beginning has it’s darker follow up
Do you understand? How thirsty I am?? Or wasn’t it enough for the great survivor of lies would consider me as your threat?? History tells us to expect the unexpected or fall upon the waysides of life that so many have done before you all…. It’s quite ordinary to see the light flash before my very own eyes and see the terror being witnessed upon yours.
Last week it was all merely a sign of change to happen eventually, tonight was a warning. Who knows what may be up ahead the next time you open your eyes to reality
long?? And now?? Now you are being questioned, now you are being opened up for a new reality that you just cannot comprehend now is it??
It has been a magical ride
A ride where you did not had any answers to the questions being asked, no ideas of whatsoever to think of what to do next. And all you can do is just merely open up your mouth and let your teeth sink into the miserable taste of your own downfall eventually. The inevitable downfall of a man, a man that knew nothing of the life beyond his own. A life where life and death has been embodied with the reality that I am superior to you my friend
Even though you will rather choose to ignore the obvious wouldn’t you, state the obvious that I have lost to you and try to move on
And yet the world has witnessed the crumbling of your self confidence hasn’t it?? Your lack of respect to another has clearly not left your mouth as the filth has fled your lips faster than the Titanic has sank to the bottom of the ocean and dragged everyone that could not escape with him. The words of lies that I am a mere fraud, that I need to get a life and move on isn’t it?? Has it become obvious that you do not dictate what I do to the point that it amuses me that you are nothing more than a childish little brat??
A brat that needs to grow up to the point of no return….
Because when the clock strikes midnight upon your reign, your eyes will wander off into the darkness. A darkness that has embodied nothing more than the emptiness that you are so struggling against so fierce. And for what?? Did you never learn that putting on a small lightbulb in your dark room wouldn’t keep the big bad monster away?? You have had two tries and even though you were successful, you failed. Once you were victorious, but you forget to put the final nail into my figuratively coffin…. The second time you needed a cheating essence to remain relevant
How does that saying go?? Fool me once?? Shame on you, fool me twice??
We all know how that ends up don’t we?? And yet, have you fooled me James? Or is the imagination the wish that never got granted?? I remember a night where I was crying in my own blood after the deed was done… I cried so hard because I knew that the change was emerging through my black veins. I knew that the senses were growing, I knew that my hunger and thirst was growing. And you seem to believe that fighting it would be the only way to succeed to stay away from the inevitable
Of course it wasn’t, but then again… you are too foolish to believe in reality in the first place
The night will come, the eyes suddenly see things that you never thought you would see. You would hear things that you wished that wasn’t there and the thirst… oh just understand that I have not fed myself upon your gold for now… I have not tasted the price that it is all about. A shame that it has to end like this for you James… too bad….
Flashback 2
October 16th, 2016
How a warning was send once more
We can see Pussy Willow enter a boiler room, looking around with fear in her eyes.
Why do I even come here??? I never wanted to be….
Be here in the first place?? Is that what you were trying to say Wilow??
Willow suddenly freezes, not expecting that she would be overheard inside the boiler room by the man that she ultimately had to do an interview with for the SCW network
I just don’t enjoy being in creepy places like this Dmitri, we could have done our interview back in our studio area. I have all the equipment to help us, show replays of the show and great lightning and….
Dmitri can be heard laughing after hearing what Willow was saying while looking around to find the man that will challenge J2H for the title.
I’m here Willow, just a few more steps
She takes a few steps forward as we see Dmitri sitting with a lightbulb swinging over his head as to make some light for Willow to concentrate upon the man.
To answer the question, why would I have to do the same thing over and over again? To please you? Who needs a replay button to show things that has already been done??
Well it helps people to get…
An idea?? Is that what you were trying to come up with Willow? Oh how ideological this is. To believe that we need to feed the hungry for extra’s while their insides are ready to burst out. You see Willow, me and James were victorious today over the returning Dying Breed. Men that took down the Surf Boys as a sign of their own strength merely a week ago. And now? They are merely a shadow of their own shadows. Something that I had intended for them to be an example
Willow looks at Dmitri with fear in her eyes as she from time to time get distracted by the sounds and noises inside the boiler room.
An example? To whom?? J2H??
Ah the name has been uttered, the name of someone I almost feel does not wish to be mentioned… yet cannot have enough of hearing himself over and over again. But yes, the answer to all your doubts has been granted, so you can continue asking questions to find an answer you will not wish to enjoy.
She hesitates a few moments before turning her attention back on the questions.
Before we turn towards J2H, I want to ask you about your tag team match with James Tuscini against the returning Dying Breed. A former tag team championship combination, what was about that match that made victorious?? As you were both speared through a table?? Many others would have been ready to be pinned by then
Dmitri looks at Pussy Willow with his dark eyes and emotionless face, causing her to get even more uncomfortable before jumping up from another sound inside the boiler room.
You ask me what it caused us to win?? It’s the simplicity of you humans that causes you to fail to understand that I have been here for centuries, I have survived every single war that has been remembered by mankind. I have watched bloodshed, I have seen the fears upon the faces of many before realizing their end has come. I have heard the screams that caused to be music to my ears Willow. What made me and Tuscini overcome the odds?? Because we are beyond each and everyone that steps in front of us and take them down. The Dying Breed was looking for recognition for their sacred bond… a bond of love, a bond of wanting to be accepted and cheered on as you are equally like any others. Me and Tuscini know we are beyond each and everyone else in this world.. we are the bond of that is Unholy, we are the bond that is life and death… we are the ones that know that in the end we will not hold hands, we are not the ones that needs to cheer the other one on. We are the ones that look each other in the eyes and nod, know what we have to do and produce the goods that makes the undefeated tag team in the SCW.
Is that mindset going to be the key for you to beat J2H at the Halloween episode of Climax Control on the 30th?? So you will be walking out the new SCW heavyweight champion??
You see, that’s how a brain works of someone that according to your own ideals is a mature individual that knows how to think for themselves. Or at least attempts to believe in the notion of a original thought. But how much do you truly know? How much has your brain developed to understand how I function? You ask me questions Willow and you know why?? I tell you why, because you are clueless to understand what is going on inside my brain. In sports people are often celebrated for being able to think a few steps ahead opposing their opposition. Giving them an edge over the other, believing that is what makes champions and separate the real heroes from those who only attempt to copy their superior’s successful accomplishments. I have already worked my way to this day since day one Willow. No don’t call me a fortune teller, because even that would ridicule your assumed wit to a standard that it would truly embarrass yourself and the entire world that watches you on a weekly basis.
What it is that will take me to overcome the supposedly odds in my match is the fact that James still assumes I am the same guy that he beat in the non title match. You see Willow, the first time he beat me and there’s nothing to be argued about that feat as it is well documented… the second time I got under his skin, I kicked out at everything that the man dished out to me and even more. I scratched the blood from underneath his finger nails and was a leach like bloodsucker that slowly drained him by sinking my teeth into his flesh. You see Willow, even to this very day James is trying to make us believe that he is not worried about facing me at the next grand stage in the wrestling ring. Because he looks at the end result, he looks at the W in the win column and see his name written next to it. Already moving on to find excuses and stupidity to make us all believe that any challenger is not worthy to his championship belt. But he knows that deep down inside he should be thanking Christian Underwood from eliminating any opportunities to hide behind he skirt of his old woman and tell the world why he was robbed. Forgetting that he is robbed altogether
Robbed?? Of what?? He is still the SCW heavyweight champion of the world Dmitri. What are you ta….
Dmitri suddenly puts his finger in front of her mouth and by doing this silences her as she watches with a tremble felt through her body
Exactly, what am I talking about?? What in the hell am I talking about?? I am talking about the fact that deep down inside he is hoping for another miracle to be taking place on the pre night where the dead are banging upon the waiting door before it opens and the dead once again can travel the world once more. To find that escape that he found somehow with Christian Underwood. Just pretend for a moment that you have a master degree in assuming the obvious and confuse it with deliriousness. Miracles are meant to cause children to believe that everything will turn out alright every single time something bad happens. But when you are in the path of something that has waited for an entire year, 365 days as you can count them. To be released upon this world, knowing that if you have failed that you will be send back to the worst place imaginable?? Something that you living souls could not imagine?? Could not grasp as your reality is just this close to your stinking face and you cannot even grasp it???
Dmitri gets his face close to that of Willow, as this causes her to stumble backwards unable to understand what is going on.
Just think how much you would try to do to once again feel the warmth of blood flowing through your body. To just be able to hold another human being in an inner embrace… you would do absolutely anything to seal your fate and that of whomever it is that will be your victim. To just survive the inner coldness of your own wellbeing. That my dear Willow, that is what will happen at the celebration of Samhain as I take the life essence of one J2H and nobody will be there to save him. nobody will be there to drag him back into their protective embrace and help him pass another sleepless night not believing he is still the champ
You know something Willow, if I was still a human being.. I may just have found some self pity for this man. Because this is not Fantasy Island, where you pay Mister Roarke to make your fantasy of defeating me come true. This is Dmitri Island, where I crush your fantasies and make reality become visible for the naked eye. Death will roam free over the planet that is around the six sided ring where the ropes is the end of the world that symbolises he has no other place to run to and nowhere else to hide. In the end, the world will understand what needs to be taking place and James needs to learn that death waits for the life to be taken as life only is temporarily.
With that Dmitri slowly rises as he walks out of the boiler room, causing Pussy Willow to sit there for a few moments motionless before realising that she’s all alone and gets out of the boiler room.
It’s so close, I can almost taste it
Another week has passed, another seven days of our lives that has ended as we look towards seven more. For you it is seven days out of your youth that you will never get back… while I remain in the same youthful state that I have been in since the day that I got turned.
Don’t say that bad word too often, they won’t believe you
Believe is a mere word that describes so many outlets that Kmart would be ran out of business by now. Nobody believes his fellow man, nobody believes his fellow human. Nobody believes an ancient book that has been rewritten so many times that even grandmother Suzy can’t keep up anymore. So why would I be surprised if they did not believe me… then again… with time people tend to learn the valuable lessons of life they say. And what have you learned?? How to evolve from your mother washing you after crapping into your diaper to someone that can wipe his own behind after taking a dump?? Or is it that you believe that you can make decisions in your life that will ultimately make you or haunt you for the rest of your miserable hundred years?? Or is it that you come to grips after a long career and regret the things that you have done when you were young??
Like what?? That you should have been there for your friends??
Just think back to all your promises, to all the happy moments you have shared together. How will you react when suddenly that is no longer there?? How you taking your relationships for granted.. while granting death is the only thing that you can rely upon… as it always relies upon taking you home where you belong. To feel helpless in the end as your bones decay, where your flesh grow old and where your senses deteriate. I cannot relate upon this as I will watch you grow old slowly, although compared to my travels upon the world your sand of time evaporates before my watchful eyes. The wrinkles around your eyes, the grey hairs, the fact that you feel helpless and weak every time that you feel your bones ache with every single move. Tell me world, how does it feel to grow old??
And just to think that there is hardly anyone older than yours truly, but ill never show the weakness you try to hide
Hiding is running away, running away from the inevitable, that your name will be picked out of the lists of casualties of the future… no matter the how or when, no matter the why and what if?? For you all your eyes will slowly tend to close, struggle against the eternal sleep that will bring you to the other side. No matter your pleads that will sound like music in the ears of those who have already perished and wait for another soul to torment. No matter what you can come up with, death never waits and hesitates…
Hesitation is the end of anyone’s existence
Not really, I hesitated at first. But looking back it was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Because this way I can constantly see the examples of those who came after me what kind of mistakes I would have made if I didn’t hesitated. And why not?? To have seen the darkest eyes that were the first memories I have had as the undead… the same eyes that I remember as the final emotions as a human being… the fast heartbeat, the sweat pouring down my face. The hair sticking to my wet face as if it was glue… and all I could have felt was fear and yet also the lust for the gift that has been the most erotic pleasure that you humans cannot and will never understand
Understand the warm breath upon your flesh as the fangs brush upon your sweat before sinking down the veins of your existence. The soft lips wrapping around the spot that has sunk into your neck. The struggle of your hands as you try to push him away, to have felt helpless as resistance is futile… how you humans don’t know what it is like to be wanting death is beyond me… but in the end.. you all will find out…
Flashback 3
October 23rd 2016
How did it feel??
It’s moments after Dmitri has left the house of Casey Williams where he had entered and broke destroyed the former SCW superstar. The man that had a bond with J2H in his time in the federation. The man that the champion used to beat him down or fight against the number one contender several times before getting his title shot. His eyes are staring past the camera straight ahead of him as we see some blood on his hands.
It’s always nice to meet up with old familiar faces and bring back some good old memories of how things were before they decide to no longer be part of your existence
Dmitri reached into a pocket with his other hand and grabs a napkin and wipes the napkin over his bloodied hand as he cleans the blood from it. He then brings the napkin to his mouth as he licks the last few drops from it.
You must know how much I hated you for leaving me so sudden Casey, you were always there when I needed to break someone. You were always there when you assumed you had a chance in hell to beat me, you were always there when I felt the need to destroy the closest thing that I could find to your friend James…. I have always wondered Casey, what was it that you saw in him to begin with. Was it his talent?? Was it the fact that he was better looking?? Was it the fact that your life was so full of travesty and lies that you needed something that would have made you happy again??
Perhaps it was the mere fact that you were happy with any form of attention that you accepted the role of being someone’s lackey and someone’s court jester. Because you did not know any better Casey??? How foolish to think you would have mounted to anything except for being merely a lie in the existence of someone who did not care
He rubs his lips against the napkin before placing it back in his pocket and continues to walk while talking towards the camera.
You must have felt that your life was close to being helpless wasn’t it oh great friend of huge proportions of size. Truth needs to be told that emotions of feeling wanted is far irrelevant to me… and don’t ask what Tuscini and me bonds together… because when two minds share a common goal.. everything IS possible
Dmitri licks his lips as he shows an evil smirk upon his face for a few moments before staring into the camera.
And isn’t that the beauty of it all?? That everything is possible Casey?? That you are still mentioned upon this live stream exclusive for the SCW fans to be seen. You have not been this relevant since the days that you stepped out of an airplane victorious. How much more do we need to know about you oh sizeable man. Because let’s face it, your retirement was long oh so long overdue and you did not get the job done.
And what was your job Casey?? To keep me away from your little friend… how ironic that just mere months you stepped into your gargantuan mission, where careers could have and indeed has ended. Just not the career that little James was wishing for wasn’t it?? Oh no, desperation for the weaker minds causes them to grab hold of everything imaginable. Because the sky is the limit is a quote that often is used for the greater cost…. And everything can happen just as long as you put your mind into it. How ironic that my mind has been put into something far from that what you all have been used to from me since I joined this organisation.
He closes his eyes as he has stopped before the gate of Casey’s house, his hands reach forward to feel the cold steel structure that should have kept people from entering Casey’s property as this doorway is between the huge walls of protection.
So cold as steel in a beautiful night in October. The wind is blowing the cold breeze can be felt through your skin if you are still a human being. Cold steel, it’s such a well used and easily affordable material. So strong, yet so common to you all that it is merely something you take for granted these days. Like success huh Casey?? Oh of course not your success, your success has already died out years ago. Your mind and body just never knew it or was too occupied with other things to even bother to tell you.
No Casey, I am talking about the success that one man has already taken for granted. Your pal, your best friend. The man that took YOU for granted as everyone else has done in your entire life, you just were too stupid to realize it. You see, a strong man can be measured by the things in life that he does and what I do is just merely stand upon my own and smile down upon each and every fool that I come across. Do you hear profanity that would be a common thing these days?? Slang is the term right?? Do you hear me abuse my wits for a mere cheap thrill for some computer geeks sitting at home could get aroused off?? Oh no Casey, I am far from the human remains that will be considered J2H at the Halloween spectacular. Far from the ideals, far from the believes that he has presented upon us on a silver platter. No Casey, I am a reality from an era that you all have never thought was possible to achieve. Never thought that it even existed until this very Unholy like day. The night where we celebrate the dead, how fitting that you all will celebrate the dead one day before the night belongs to the dead who wants to take your place and make the wrong right again. Just imagine this Casey, imagine how silent the world will be after the bell has rang… how the announcement would be:…. And here is your winner and NEW SCW world Heavyweight Champion!!! Dmitri!!! How silent will all children be when they were hoping to go around homes for some trick and treat. Where they will realize they will be the treat for those who will trick you to escape the safety of your home. How the dead will walk upon each and every door and knock upon it, asking for you to open up the door to your lives and take it away.
Oh no, I’m not talking about the dead taking the children’s lives. We do have morality still left in our icy veins… but be rest assured Casey… the dead are coming… the dead are coming…
It’s upon us
I’ve been counting the days until we were to be seen face to face once more. I’ve been counting the minutes before I could have spoken upon you. It’s been as if time has not stood still and in reality, it hasn’t oh has it?? Oh quiet soul. The hour glass has reached it’s moment where it is begging for it to be turned around, so it will continue the dropping of it’s timely sand. As if you are watching raindrops fall down upon your window, while be seated safe and sound in the confines of your own home. How does safety soothe you? How does the warmth make you feel? How does everything that is around make you feel?? Like a million bucks??
Of course money has become so irrelevant these days
And yet isn’t that what makes this world go around? To be irrelevant is being relevant. To have a big mouth, to impress people with your flashy antics and have the money to back your stupidity up?? To buy your friends, to buy the attention of all that is around you and yet be a hopeless soul that is in dying need for attention. I guess the world does need a soul that changes things for the better isn’t it??
The better for the one compared to the needs of the many
Selfishness is the key to everything, the key to have it all and not share it with others. Creating expectations that you cannot follow up with, creating the hopes and dreams of others that you will grant them their hops and dreams, while only bringing them deception and sorrow. At least I do not give them hope, I do not give them the idea that there could be greater pastures behinds these hills of endless sorrow. I grant them the hopes and dreams of one day not waking up with sorrow upon your brow. But mere realization that one day it will be you and the next another. How much more clarification do you possibly need?? And if it is your wishes to have me hold your hand while guiding you to the promised land. Then you are sadly mistaken, for nobody will get a special treatment… you are all equally the same…
We all were born helpless, you shall end the same way
Embrace that notion instead of resisting any common sense that you possibly could have. For it is futile to understand how life and death go hand in hand instead of just embracing the one. Run all you want, scream all you desire, struggle if it pleases. The only thing that you should understand is in the end I shall overcome.
And I am overcome, I am overcome. Holy water in my lungs, I am overcome
Know these lyrics? Overcome from the band called Live. Hoping and praying to overcome the inevitable that is life and in the end realizing that they will indeed drown. Hopes and dreams that they will drown and end up in a better place than this what they call home. How foolish to hope for a better life, it is acknowledging your life has become nothing more than a mere lie. Lie after lie stacked up until it will come true
So has it been written…., so shall it be done….
Can you feel it James??
Just days away, mere days. Each holds 24 hours, sixty minutes in an hour and sixty seconds upon a minute. All that is relevant is time, how long can you maintain something that is yours before someone else takes it away?? It doesn’t matter how long, everything will run it’s course before another flagship passes you bye and takes over what you thought would never leave your side. How ironic is it that your time has come to an screaming end at this Sunday’s show. The turning of the tide, the rise of the sun and the falling of the moon, you believe that these things are just common things and so are you. Isn’t it unwise to believe in yourself to be a natural gift to life? To be one of the wonders of the world on two feet as you are a walking and talking gift to man kind. But all gifts are doomed to expire and replaced by something far more better and greater.
Is it wise to repeat yourself James, is it wise to open up a mouthful of disgruntled feelings as the entire world is against you? That everyone else needs to bow down to your stinking feet and watch you clown yourself to lower heights that never was imaginable? Not even for a stinking human being as yourself?? And to the winner goes all the praises I admit, but you are the exception of it all. As your praises are only limited by the mouth that flaps open faster than a cheetah can ran behind a prey. Tell me James, what more stories are needed to be told before you once again tell the world that I am a whining and crying little….. well you get the picture right??
I have already admitted a thousand times that you had me beat in the middle of the ring at our non title match. I have already admitted to the world that you had me beat in the middle of the ring and were the better man that night. But that wasn’t enough for the man that has attempted to align himself with his own created religion. To be greater than life as many of you false idiots would skyrocket themselves to immortality, only to be flushed down the drains of your own lies when someone merely told the truth didn’t it James?? For it was mere disgruntled behaviour of a fool to believe that he could exorcise something beyond your reach and your wildest fantasies… and yet you moved on haven’t you?? Suddenly the world already has witnessed the demise of J2Hism and is awaiting the arrival of something new. Something beyond your wildest dreams and that also includes you isn’t it?? I guess you were merely awaiting apologies, only to realize that your mind would not even understand the words that would follow.
We see the pumpkin burning that Dmitri had carved, the eyes are fixated upon the camera as the sinister look in the carved eyes are the ones of evil that you would expect from the undead.
Just mere days, mere days before the world will witness another confrontation of two men that will beat each other down until you cannot go on anymore. You see James, you actually still believe that it’s all about wrestling huh? You believe that this is who has got the better ability to outwrestle the other and look down upon the other and a just laugh. How sad must you be to think that I care about these things James?? How delusional must you be that the world should just burn the entire population to the ground as you need to be the only one that is worth the while?? Oh no James, this is just not the James 2 the H show that you have grown so much accustomed to. This is the world where the reality of your foolish believes will all set you on fire and watch your skin burn from the bones as I will peel down your eyes and set them on a stick for the world to watch. This is going to be the night where James finally understands that with every passing seconds you become more and more aggregated, more and more angered to the point where you are just seeing the things that should not have been seen. Christian Underwood wanting your demise, I am crying a river in the hopes of another title shot?? You are so right upon so many things that you are the one that is fighting the entire world. Because the world has had enough of you James, the world of the living are seeing the things that the dead has been preaching on since the night that I challenged you for that belt…
Who is the coward James? Oh yes, I have heard your futile attempts to make a case of some sorts. A coward that charged in on a man and beat him down while his children were watching… wasn’t that a sight to behold? Wasn’t that a sight where it almost brought joy to my dead heart James. Because I did not hear their cries, I did not see their tears and I did not wanted to react to their pleads… because I was only seeing you James. I saw you, I saw the time that you orchestrated a fatal attempt to take me out. I saw you hope and beg for Casey to take me out, to injure me. I saw you tell me over and over again that I am not deserving to be getting that shot at the championship belt that you will not relinquish. Oh yes James, those images were so vivid to my watchful eyes that I just could not stop
Dmitri runs his fingers over the lighted pumpkin as he lowers his head and turns his face sideways so that it brushes up against the pumpkin as he closes his eyes and smiles sadistic.
So warm, so almost safe like sensations coming from this pumpkin, I guess that’s what it is that attracts you humans. The safety of a warm feeling, warmth is often considered love, safety. It is where you know that you are not alone and wanted. A feeling that I do not wish to share with others, a feeling that is no longer relevant to my dying needs. I act on instinct, I act on desire and thirst James. Breaking Casey’s arm in the process of battering him down to the ground makes me wish I should have done this such a long time ago. Merely on that first ever match that I had with Casey…, just to hear him scream in agonizing pain, to hear him beg for me to stop and watch me whisper no….. whisper in a volume that it would just be enough for him to hear but the rest of the world to wonder what I was saying to him. No James, I do not share your anger towards me as an act of being referred to a coward in a fashion that a female cat is often referred to. Is that what makes you almighty James? Considering others to be lesser than you?? To be equalled to a female? How are you going to lower yourself even more next time?? Are you going to beg and scream for me to just walk away and never come back??
How futile is it? How ironic that I can sense your worries, that you saw me do the unthinkable and just kick out every time that you got desperate?? You know that you must be looking at your girlfriend at night, watching her snore as she sleeps while your mind races a million ways?? Because I can smell it James, I’m so close to taking away the one thing that you hold dearly to your heart. Clutching it with both fists, is that a champion that is confident James?? Is that how you envisioned yourself months after our first confrontation that you would be running scared with your championship belt between your stinking teeth?? You see I told you that I learned from the fact that you use everything to take home the gold… that I decided that I will do anything as well, I got the match I wanted… I got the retribution by beating two men in a match.. I got the destruction of a simple minded fool. And now, now the only thing that is left is that I will become the entity that will own Halloween on SCW. I will get you inside that six sided ring, I will drag your carcass all around the arena and bash your stinking head in around every pillar to post that we can find. I will drag you to the faces of every fan that is out there and watch the suffering upon your face as I will whisper into your ear and asking you if you want to give up… and just before you answer me hell no just think about it James…
Just think about what I did to Casey, just think about what I have done to the breeded fools that were dead to me in the first place. Just think about Casey’s little children. Whom will be screaming for you to beat me, because isn’t that just all that is needed to be known?? To beat me on the night before the dead walk the earth?? Oh I don’t think so James….,
The night of Samhain is a matter of survival, the matter of life and death. The matter where reality will come across a crossroad of where sanity and insanity blend into one. Are these riddles you are confused with?? Or are these words of warning that you need me to drag you through it personally?? Either way suffering will be near……, like the night where children roam the world… believing to be filled with candy and sweets… and all they will get to see is you battered and beat down just like the Williams household. The Halloween celebration of fun will end this coming Sunday, from now on it will be remembered as the night where Dmitri came, he saw and he conquered the championship.
Halloween is upon you James, I hope you have learned your history lessons well what I have been attempting to showcase you. Because in the end of it all it will be nothing more than a mere memory, a memory where I will look back upon with a smile and joy. A night where I have knocked upon your door and pulled down my trick and made you my personal treat. Until that moment James… hold on to that title… the dead is coming… and you won’t like it….
With that the shot slowly fades as we see Dmitri blow out the candle inside the pumpkin and we darkness takes over.
