[Dmitri]

 After Climax Control</color>

It's well after Climax Control has finished airing, and the majority of the staff has left the arena.  There are only a few people left straggling, and the janitorial crew is sweeping up the remainder of the stray candy wrappers, the nacho containers, and paper cups that have been left behind by the crowd.  But high in the rafters, there was someone that you wouldn't expect to see.  He was casually strolling along the metal beams, looking around as if he's searching for something.  He sniffs the air, catching the scent of what he's searching for, then starts to move with a purpose, casually leaping from beam to beam like a ninja crosses the limbs of a tree.  He finally finds his quarry, and he approaches slowly.

Why are you hiding here?  I would have thought you'd have gone back to your hotel by now.

The figure crouches deeper into the shadows behind one of the hanging beams, not wanting to be seen.  He creeps closer and slowly lowers himself down onto the beam across from the hunched form in the shadows.

Come now.  Earlier, you were riding high after our match.  What has driven you to this place?

She lifts her head and looks at him with tears stained cheeks and red rimmed brown eyes.  The look she gives him is one of self loathing and full of sadness.  It almost breaks his heart to see her looking at him like that.

I... I bit Evie.

He frowns and shakes his head, shrugging.

And what is so wrong with that?  It's who and what we are.  We are meant to feed off of others.

She shakes her head and gulps heavily.

It's more than that.  This wasn't just a feeding.  I gave into the blood lust.  It was full of anger and rage...  I wanted to rip her to shreds, and all that stopped me was knowing you were watching me.  I didn't want you to think of me as a monster!

He frowns as he looks at Gothika with a confused look on his face.

But that's what we are!  We are monsters, Damia.  We are the creatures of the night!  We are meant to revel in the blood of others!  It's our nourishment.  Tasting the life essence of others is how we survive, and I won't let you look down upon yourself because you finally let yourself accept what you were for one brief moment.  You have to stop fighting who and what you are! You must embrace it!

She shakes her head and exhales deeply.

You don't understand.  For me, when I give into the blood lust like that, it's not just about feeding.  It's about inflicting as much pain into my victim as possible.  I don't just want to feed.  When I am deep into the hunger, I want to rip their souls from their bodies, and I know that if I just keep drinking deep enough, I could do just that.  But if I do, I won't just feed.  I'd kill the person I'm feeding from.  I've never killed during a feeding, but it just tastes so good!!  And it becomes addictive for me!  When I give in, it gets harder and harder to pull myself away from the edge!  It's not about just feeding that I'm trying to not do.  I understand it's my physiology, but...  There are different levels of monster.  And what I become when I give into the blood lust is the kind of monster I don't ever want to be.

He takes a deep breath and swallows heavily.

I get it.  You're trying to stop yourself from becoming like Ekaterina.

She swallows and nods, wiping away a stray tear, her body trembling.  He stands and leaps catlike, landing beside her and slowly lowering himself down to the beam and wrapping his arms around her.  He kisses her forehead.  She lays her head on his shoulder and sighs heavily.

It's like I'm drunk or high afterwards.  I can't believe I kissed you like that.  It's like I can't control myself, and I give into every one of my deepest desires and impulses.

He pulls back from her and sighs heavily.

So, you didn't want to kiss me?

She shakes her head and looks up in his eyes, a single tear spilling down her cheek.

That's just it.  I've been wanting to do that from the moment I met you, and I felt our connection.  But it wasn't right for me to do it like that.

He laughed and stroked her cheek gently, wiping away the tear.

I couldn't have come up with a better way for it to happen.  And for a first kiss, I think it was pretty epic.

She smiled softly and shakes her head with a sigh.

I guess the Elders of the Council were right.

He frowned slightly and stroked her hair.

What about?

She looked up into his eyes again and lifts a fingertip and gently glides it across his lips.

That there's no fighting destiny.

She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips before she pulls herself from his arms and strokes his cheek gently.

I'm no easy prey though.  This is one morsel you will have to work for.

She winks at him and suddenly drops from the rafters and disappears from sight.  He sits back stroking his lips gently as he contemplates her words, sitting back for a few moments before dropping from the rafters and out of sight himself.

Later that night Dmitri comes back in his hotel room, he looks around as something is wrong. He smells something he doesn’t like as it is Ekaterina has been in his room. Her scent is still there, she must have been searching for something. Thankfully he cannot smell her scent anymore, he turns on the light of his hotel room and sighs. He sees blood on the wall of his hotel room walls, blood that she clearly found from an innocent victim or even worse several victims. Trying to enrage him with anger, sending him a message that she can do whatever she wants without him being able to stop her

How wrong you are Ekaterina…, I know I can and I will when that moment comes

He is about to call hotel services as he sees that he has got some messages left on his answering machine. He sees the light blinking as he is hesitant to listen to the messages. Knowing for sure that he will hear a blood thirsted Ekaterina screaming out his name, like she always does. Yet for some reason he feels that there is more as he finally hits the play button.

DMITRI!!!!!! Don’t think that this Cun……

Dmitri sighs as he forwards to the next message on the answering machine, as he hears a soft voice of Orchid.

Dmitri? I want to thank you for the match this past Sunday, this week we are facing Lord Raab and Evie Baang. I want to invite you to have a drink and talk our match strategy out. I know a nice club where we can talk without being disturbed. Call me when you hear this, Orchid.

He stares at the answering machine, letting the words of his competitors sink in.

Lord Raab…. Evie Baang… Oh how sweet things will become….

The next message is from Chris Underwood confirming the match, telling him that the male superstar that will win the match will become the new SCW Internet champion as Despayre has vacated the title this past Sunday.

And the stakes has risen hasn’t it?? And yet…., The good always has to have consequences on those who suffer the most doesn’t it??

He shakes his head, dropping down on his arm chair as he stares at the dripping blood, it is fresh blood. It must have been done just a few moments before he has entered his hotel room. Curiosity takes over his clear mind as he walks over to the wall, stretching out his hand as his finger rubs across the wall and takes some blood upon his finger. He tastes it as his senses tells him

The Dark Defender? Oh please Ekaterina, why bother me with these foolish games? I already tasted his blood, I already took him to places that has gone to unfamiliar existence. But if you wish to fool me with tricks? Then by all means, go ahead. It’s merely foolish to think that it will have any effect upon me.

He growls, bored by her tricks as he calls the hotel desk and informs the person that what has happened in his room. Asking if it can be cleaned as he will pay for the costs. He then hangs up before calling Orchid, telling her that he will meet her tomorrow and hangs up. He decides to put on his jacket before opening the windows of his hotel room before jumping out as the cleaning lady walks into his room and is shocked for what she sees on the hotel room wall before the shot fades.


Late at night:</color>

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Dmitri is tossing and turning in his bed, he has had them for several nights since the match against Dark Defender and the woman he loves so much. The night that she succumbed to her urges for the red and drank Evie Baangs blood after being attacked by her. It was a sight to behold when suddenly the two kissed passionately with either wrestler’s blood on their faces and on their lips and fangs, culminated with a kiss. He grips the bedsheets tightly as he lets out a loud animalistic growl as his face is twisting and turning. It has been several nights after the match and he had not heard from her, as that worried him.  

DAMIA!!!!

His upper  body lifts off his bed as he leans on his neck and head for a few moments before it falls back on his back again, the tension is gone as he clearly has gotten over the nightmare he has had as he softly whispers her name over and over again.

Damia…., Damia….., Da…..,

His eyes open, he is now suddenly in a hallway that he does not recognize. His bare feet are touching a marble like floor that doesn’t feel cold as he feels a familiar heat radiating from a door at the very end of the hall. He let’s out a low growl that gives us the sign of being cautious yet thrilled to seek the other side of the hall… to enter the door and seek the treasure that he believes is out there. Even though the hall doesn’t seem that long, it takes him surprisingly longer than he has expected to reach the door. He stares at the door as he sees serpents carved into the door as well as angels, the door knobs have the faces of demons with dark red eyes and sharp teeth. It’s the only part of the door that is made out of gold as the rest of it is bronze with ancient wood that has seemingly lasted the test of time almost as long as he has. It makes him wonder, but he hears the soft breathing on the other side of the door that snatches him out of his thoughts. His fangs are slowly baring themselves out of the edges of his mouth, softly running his tongue across them as the familiar warmth of his fangs excites him even more. Rasping his fingers across the door, having second thoughts of entering while his heart wants him to… his brain tells him he can’t. Until….

Dmitri…….

A soft whisper, soft enough that normal human ears would not detect. Especially not through the thickness of the door that he stands for. Yet his urges and his senses picks up that what he needed to find enough strength to reach out for the doorknobs. His hands are shaking out of nervousness as well as the longing for this creature that he has been desiring since the first time he picked up her scent and saw her. He growls softly, shaking his head as he pushes it close to the bronze creatures on the door. Hoping that she didn’t hear him, scared she may reject him and yet….

Dmitri…….

Another whisper, he could sense she was asleep and dreaming about him, calling his name as he has done so many times for her. He lets out a sigh before finally finding the courage and strength to turn the knob softly, for what took only mere seconds seemed to be an eternity for his patience before he could have entered her room. After entering he hears soft music playing, recognizing it as Sexual Hallucination by In This Moment ft Brent Smith. He can’t help but think if it is coincidence, or that it was meant to be? He snaps out of it before he turns his gaze as he stares at her. seeing the large bed, her restlessness as she is tossing and turning in her bed. For which has caused her bedsheets to have fallen off her body for three quarters as he stares at her, one half of him is excited as the other is ashamed. Ashamed for being there in her most private room in the house, knowing that he was not given permission to be there and yet he is. He looks around the room, he sees the large window to the outside. For some reason he seemed to have recognized it from the inside, yet he only has seen it from the outside the few times that he was there to look at her room from afar, as he felt the need to be there for her for her own safekeeping. How foolish that may sound, it gave him peace knowing that he was there and being close to her.

Mhhmmmmm  

Dmitri snaps out of his thoughts as his head turns back towards her, hearing her as she turned around again while still sleeping. He saw her face, her beautiful skin and those sensual lips. He sighs, his eyes stay there for a while before not resisting the urges to have them travel over her body as he watches her chest rise up and down due to her breathing. Her soft fingers tangled up in the pillow next to hers. As if she felt the need to feel where Michael would have been, should have been. As that causes him to sigh and wanting to turn. Until he hears the six words he'd been longing to hear...

Dmitri…., no please don’t leave me….

His head snaps back towards her, his eyes huge out of fear as he wondered that if she caught him staring at her. But to his relief and sadness he can tell that she is dreaming as she is tossing and turning her head on her pillow. Whispering his name as he feel his legs just freeze, unable to leave her room as the only thing that is on his mind is to be with her.

I’m here Damia….

Hoping his whispers doesn’t wake her, even though secretly he does hope she notices him as he stands there watching her. He senses her relax in her bed from the moment that he whispered something back and a smile emerges on her face. That smile on her face causes him to feel brave enough to walk towards her bed only to stop when he realises that he is only wearing his pyjama pants.  His bare chest is revealed to the world in her bedroom to see. He hesitates, still unsure of what to expect and yet he knows she loves him as he finally sits down at the end of her bed and lets his gaze roam over the outline of her legs that are still covered in her bedsheets. After a few moments he finds enough courage to run a finger across her exposed ankle and softly caresses it. Watching her reaction as she slowly moves her leg upwards as she writhes and moans at the softness of his touch surprises him, and causes him to retrieve his hand until she moves her leg back again.   The movement causes her bedsheets to be pushed off of her completely. He stares at her beauty though one side of his brain feels kind of like a stalker invading her privacy. Yet on the other side he feels as if he belonged there for some reason.  He reaches out, caressing her leg with his fingers tenderly, waiting for a few moments to see her reaction. When she doesn’t stop him, it gives him more courage.  He licks his lips gently and whispers out to her.

Ya tebya lyublyu, lyubov' moya (I love you, my love)

The whisper causes her to tremble with excitement.  He still believes that he speaks to her in her dream and she's unaware of him as he is sits there just a few inches away.  He can't help himself and he moans softly as her movements cause her night shirt to become unbuttoned at the bottom and the flesh of her stomach is revealed.  He stares down at the skin of her belly, looking from where the shirt tops just below the swells of her breasts to her belly button and down to where the satin and lace of her black panties hide the more secret places he's dreamed about.  He leans over her, letting his breath caress her skin which causes her stomach to quiver visibly and he places soft kisses on her toned stomach.  The heat coming off of her flesh sends sparks to his lips and he can't help himself.  Dmitri’s hands are running up and down her legs as he is enjoying every single caress and kiss upon the woman that he loves as she bites her bottom lip gently and we can hear her sigh. Clearly enjoying the moment that she is having with her “dream man”, he can't help himself. His desire takes over as his hand pulls her legs around his waist as he slowly kisses up her body until he slowly looks up towards her face and sees her stare back at him lovingly. When he realizes that she has woken up, it's his turn to gasp in surprise.  You can feel in that gaze that this moment is going to change everything between the two of them.   It's one of those moments where you can feel electricity hanging in the air between them. He slowly raises his hand from her leg as he softly touches her cheek, she closes her eyes and nuzzles her cheek into his hand and he can see the goose bumps forming on her flesh from his first touch. As his fingers touch her skin, she lets out a soft growl as her fangs grow. He smiles as he sees she’s enjoying every moment of his caress as he moves in towards her face and kisses her lips softly. He bites her lower lip tender with his fangs as we see a small drop of blood emerge on her lip.  He moves to take that drop, but she stops him with a hand to his chest.

If you do this, it will change everything.  You know that.  It will bind us in ways you don't understand yet.

He smirks and shakes his head.

Don't you understand my love?  I don't care.  I've wanted this for so long, I must have it.

He immediately wraps his lips around hers and starts to suck away at her small wound. She growls back and lifts her hands to his head and runs her fingers through his hair as he slowly lifts his head and kisses her passionately. His hands run toward her shoulders and caresses them tender, slowly pushes her night shirt away from her skin.  His body blocks the view, but he takes in the sight of what is beneath that night shirt, and he gasps and moans with desire. Dmitri’s gaze upon her beauty is long enough for him to be mesmerized for a few moments before kissing her neck and shoulders, gently pushing her down on her bed as he tenderly kisses her skin while she runs her hands across his back.  He pulls the sheets back up over the two of them to keep the view only to himself.  She leans her head back as her nails dig into his flesh, and when she returns her gaze to his, it's full of passion.  Her lips part slowly, and she runs her tongue over her lips as she gasps in pleasure.  Her fangs slowly extend to their fullest length and a low, throaty growl rumbles  from her throat as she slowly pushes him away from her neck.  He frowns slightly, looking up at her confused for a moment before she launches herself towards his neck as she bites him tenderly between his neck and shoulders.  His eyes suddenly go wide, and it's his turn to gasp, but the gasp turns into a moan of pleasure and he leans his head to the side to expose more of his neck to her.

Oh…. Damia…..

She drinks his blood, causing her eyes to turn red. But this time not from anger or thirst, but from desire. She suddenly releases her fangs from his neck as she slowly rasps them across his skin.  She leaves a trail of blood to follow her path of her fangs before follows it with the soft trail of her tongue, then she kisses his skin.  She's left a trail of lightning and fire along his skin and it's a sensation he's never felt before from anyone.  Their eyes meet as Dmitri lifts her face up towards his and the two kiss tenderly.  Gothika pushes him on her bed and slowly straddles his lap as she kisses his body with small soft kisses, sending chills up and down his body.  His hands caresses her back before she sits up and grabs both wrists and pins him down. She stares at him with a look of lust for him as she once again dives in on the neck where she drank his blood before. Holding his arms pinned to the bed, his fear from the past kicks in, and  he instinctively wants to reach up to stop her, expecting pain and torture to ensue.  But after a few moments he realises that this isn’t like Ekaterina.  Instead of the pain and humiliation, he only feels love and desire wrapping around him.  Knowing that she doesn’t want to humiliate him but truly loves him fills him with an emotion he never expected.  Her eyes instinctively raises up to his face after the thought ran through his mind.

You should have known this by now silly man.  I'm nothing like her.  And I will open your eyes to things you never knew was possible.

He gasps as he feels her playfully lick the bitemarks upon his neck, and looks up at her with eyes full of wonder.  She giggles as she moves her lower body on his lap and she leans her face close to his with a smirk.  She licks his lips playfully and the taste of his own essence is on her tongue which also surprises him.  She slides her finger down his chest gently.

I guess someone is a little bit excited.  Did I do that?

The two grin as they kiss each other before suddenly Dmitri surprises her and overpowers her, flipping her over onto her back as he stays on top of her.  He knows that he trusts him because she allows him and she exposes her neck to him as he pushes her on the bed and feasts upon her neck for the first time. Her moans turn into a growl as she feels him feeding upon her blood before he moves towards her mouth and the two kiss, their essences melding on their lips. Tenderly Dmitri starts to kiss a path from her lips to her cheeks, towards her neck and slowly more towards her body as she arches her back from joy of that what he is doing to her.

Oh Dmitri…..,

He feels her hands in his hair, grabbing two handfuls and their heads disappear beneath the sheets covering them.  You can hear her giggling and moaning coupled with his desire filled growls.  A few moments later, you see his hand appear from beneath the covers and a piece of black satin and lace is tossed from beneath the covers and onto the floor beside the bed.  Her head reappears and she's giggling as she lays back on the pillows.

Dmitri!  What are you doing?

A muffled chuckle from beneath the covers is all that can be heard and she lays her head back with a sigh before she reaches back under the covers and pulls him back up for air.

That we must save for later.

He pouts which is very hard to do around a set of fangs, but he manages to do it and make it look adorable.

But I want it now.  I've waited for something like this for so long.

She kisses his lips softly and runs her fingers through his hair gently.  She places her hand on his chest over his heart and taps it gently with his fingertips.

Don't worry.  I'm here now.  I'm not going anywhere.

He lays his head on her chest and she wraps her arms over his shoulders, holding him close.

This is all so new for me.  This is something that I never thought that I could have.  Especially not with someone like you.  I thought that I'd be doomed to an eternity of suffering and torment at the hands of my maker.  But you... You're what I've been dreaming of!  For centuries, I've had this dream of someone who was going to take me away from the evil bitch.  I couldn’t her face, and it wasn't until I saw you for the first time in the ring that I knew I just had to find you.  Do you understand how it feels to find out that your dreams are real?  That they're not just some fantasy, but flesh?

She smiles softly and nods, letting her fingertips trace across his skin, the look on her face speaking volumes.

Of course I do.  But I don't think you realize what truly happened.  You weren't just dreaming about me.  It was prophecy.  It was your heart and spirit letting you know that there was something more out there, waiting for you in time.  It was giving you the hope that you needed to endure and to come out of things a better and stronger person.  

He shrugs and smiles at her.

Truthfully, I don't care if it was prophecy or not.  All I care about is right here, right now, and being with  you.

He kisses her again, and she moans his name softly.

Oh Dmitri!!!...

Suddenly Dmitri opens his eyes and realises that it was all a dream as he is soaked in sweat in his bed. He sits up and looks around confused at first, but it all sinks in.  He is back in his room and obviously Gothika is nowhere to be seen.  He sighs as he drops backwards in his pillow and puts his hands to his face out of frustration when he suddenly he hears his phone buzz.  Reaching out for it he sees he has gotten a message from Gothika.

Was it good for you too?  Next time I might just let  you finish what you started, XOX Damia

He smiles, knowing that they were dream fasting and he responds to her message as the shot fades.

Time to get back at the monster</color>

Dmitri can be seen waiting for Orchid his tag team partner in a dark secluded club, he is dressed as always. He has his black jacket hanging over a chair next to him. Sporting a dark blue buttoned down blouse where the two top buttons are open. He is wearing matching pants to the jackets and black polished shoes. He is drinking a glass of red, licking his lips after putting the glass down and stares around the club. He sighs as he looks down upon his watch and sees that he is being waiting for her for thirty minutes.  

I know women can take a long time, but she’s never too late.

He hears his phone buzz as he has received a message, reading the message from Orchid that she had some delay and will be with him within the next thirty minutes. He growls, but let’s her know that he will be there waiting for her. He looks around and notices the camera crew as he calls for the waiter to come to him, telling him that he needs to wait with the bottle of the red for him as his table partner will be a bit later. He leans back against his chair and looks at his glass before starting to talk.

The first round has ended and the next round has begun, all fighting for the same goal in life to succeed and be the one that challenges the world heavyweight champion for the title. And any missteps will be punished by the opposition, or even in some cases by your own partner. The true essence of this tournament is trust isn’t it?? To trust the other enough that you can believe you can win every single match, where others just fight not to lose. But I know what the intention will be when it comes down to you two don’t we Raab and Evie??

His face is cold, not showing any emotion as his eyes remain focused upon the glass of red that is in front of him. his fingers tracing the outline of the glass as he circles it gentle .

To have to qualify while watching the one you love fight the one person that is your tag team partner makes it quite special wouldn’t you agree? Knowing that when it comes down to it, to save the team from a three count, that I had to stare into the eyes of the one that I want to hold in my arms and cherish every single moment with was a situation that I hope that I’ll never ever have to experience again. Yet, if that moment would have to come… I would and I will. But the end result shall be the same like that what happened to the Dark Defender, so I hope for future victims of the Blast From the Past tournaments to come…. I hope your neck will be heavily secured… because I intend to bite… hard

His eyes close, he sighs as he finally decides to grab the glass in his hand and lifts it towards his lips and drinks from it. Savouring the taste before finishing the glass before putting it back on the table before grabbing the napkin and cleans his lips.  

Hallo Raab, mein Freund. Schicksal hat uns wieder zusammengebracht(Hello Raab, my friend. Destiny has brought us back together once more) Yes Markus, The German language is not unfamiliar for me. And why would it be unfamiliar? Beign a man that has travelled across almost every corner of this planet and has had enough time to watch the world vaporate from evolution to evolution is clearly one that has enough time to catch a few things here and there. Just like catching up with people like you, once more we shall set foot inside the ring and have a goal set in this confrontation… something that we both want isn’t it?? To be one of the first that advances to another round and in the proces obtain something that you were unable to obtain last week. The Internet championship belt, do we both want that belt Raab?? Or is it merely an extra addition for the outside world and fort he SCW that this company has a new Internet champion being handed the championship belt that neither man really never even deserve isn’t it?? Because let’s face it Raab, to me it is nothing more than a quest from the outside world to make this match even more important, to me it is just a failed attempt tob e a distraction for what is really and truly important. For me to finally close that chapter from being robbed from something far more important than your failed attempt to win that fucking belt in the first place. How did it felt to kick out too late Raab? Did you got caught up in the moment of where you felt emotions that you never felt before?? Felt bad that Despy has going tob e retiring from in ring wrestling?? Or is it merely that just like in recent attempts from me… that when it comes down to it…. You choke??  

Because let’s face it. I know that you will open up your mouth with the usual bullshit Raab. Just like you did last week, last week when you said that in the prior match against Despayre was that you underestimated him. What is it this time huh Markus?? That you slipped from a banana peal and just hit your head and was out cold for three and a half seconds?? Or did you watch your career flash before your eyes and wondered what would have been at the end of that tunnel of it all?? It end up with something that you have grown accustomed to haven’t you Raab? Failure once more, failure to reach up and grab that championship belt that in the past you managed to do. winning that Roulette championship, winning that World title…, winning gold was something you did while wanting to annihilate everyone in your pateh… what changed Raab?? What changed??? I tell you what changed Raab, the same thing that changed with me. The hunger vanished and the wish to be a human being came in the same place. Being torn by the fact that one thing and one thing only distracted you from doing what you have done in the past, while nothing on the outside changed…. It did on the inside didn’t it?? And how can i know such a thing?? Why don’t you ask Ekaterina…. She will gladly like to tell you German monster of a man

The anger is brewing in the voice of Dmitri as he grabs the glass that he drank from and breaks it in his hand as he squeezes it hard, we can see the glass splinters jump around everywhere in the room as some of it gets stuck in his hand. He opens his hand as we see blood pour from his hand as he merely watches on before picking out the glass splinters in his hand before we watch it slowly close back to normal.

I’m sick and tired of everything going on in my life that fucking has effect upon my results. Last Sunday I finally unleashed my savageness like I was when I beat Rage, when I took J2H to the points  of where he needed his goons to save his championship belt three fucking times Raab. But the past is the past, an ever returning subject that apparently has a living line in our confrontations and the only thing that I want to the past is our confrontations ending with me on the losing end of the stick. By God when I drank the Dark Defender’s blood and shared it with Gothika, it was like I was on top of the mountain once more, no more distractions and no more painful obvious mishaps on my part. And yet? The world isn’t waiting for me to show them other wise, because the believes are that they want their local heroes to once again dominate this tournament of the good clean cut victors.  

I just cut myself, I can feel the flesh rip and I could watch the blood flow. By God it excites me so much that I could do it over and over again. Last Sunday people told the world that I was a monster by assaulting a helpless man, sinking my fangs in his neck and drink his blood while the woman I love watched me with passion in her eyes. There was nothing inside of me that night that made me wanted to feel restricted by rules Markus, nothing in my mind that told me that I should stop there before the little humans would put their hands before their mouths in shock. Nothing in the right mind wanted me to stop after what I saw him do to Gothika and made him my first in the line of many that will become the victims of destruction. You see Raab, it could have been you, it could have been anyone out there in this company and nothing that anyone could have done to stop me. Not Henry, not your brother, not even your precious Samuel. And you know why Markus?? Nobody gives a fuck about the man that you are or the man that you portray to be.

I have too long been wanting to prove to you and to the world that you are not what you proclaim to be, the Masked German Monster. Eine Maske macht dich nicht zum Monster Markus. (A mask does not make you a monster Markus) It only hides the flaws of your existence that you are ashamed off. The fact that you are playing one thing, dread the other does not make you a monster…. It makes you a victim of your own society that you oh so wish to be a part off and yet wish to rebel from as you don’t wish to stand out as normal. Conflicting thoughts aren’t they?? Well those need to step aside as the only thought has to be on US!! That’s right Raab, i’m the monster of what I have been all along and the only one I have to blame for is just solely me. I am done dealing with the games of Ekaterina, I am done being someone’s bitch. I am done with every thing else except scratching and clawing you into the depths of my own insanity. My own thirst fort he price whatever it will be. Fight me Markus, make an example out of me, because that’s the only thing that will save you from being eliminated from this tournament and once more lose the oppertunity for that belt.  Just learn from the missteps in history Raab, just like you did last week. Don’t come up with count the count the vampire doll of Sesame Street to make a point. Because then you simply underestimate me for an easy fight.  

Dmitri slowly unbuttons the sleeves on the blouse, revealing his wrists. Slowly pulls the blouse back a bit as he shows his veins to the camera.

See these veins Markus? You tell me I am a fake, you are obviously entitled to your own opinions my friend. Like mine are that you are nothing more than a victim of your own reality. The only thing that I could care about is to batter you down to your knees and watch you look up to me with those eyes pearing through the holes of your mask and stare back while pounding away until you can’t get up anymore. You see Raab, the intensity of this tournament is where the importance of every round grows with every week or two weeks. One simple slip up and means you are done!! DONE!! One of our teams will have to pack their backs and watch others advance to next rounds Markus… where you believed that it was supposed to be YOU to have advanced. And the only one that you can blame is
yourself, not like others saying it was their partners that could not hold up to the bargain. You see Raab, i’m not even going to start about Evie all too much, because she is the problem for Orchid. She has to deal with the co holder of the Bombshell tag team champsionshiop. Even if she tried to insert herself in the lives and hands of Gothika, how foolish must she have been thinking that she is stable enough to even UNDERSTAND what is going to happen to her?? HA!! I hope you trust her judgment calls Raab, running in the layer of a hungry boa constrictor isn’t the wisest move you can think of isn’t it Markus?? It watches to strike, it waits to finally use it’s speed and ferocity to strike and then choke it’s prey with it’s dangerous body and it’s immense strenght. I bet it troubled you didn’t you? To run in the ring with two vampires? To wonder what in the hell went wrong there? You see what desperation does to a futile little soul?? Where the brain is nothing more than a peanut sized object?? No Markus… there is no trust there to rely upon her to help your team to advance against us. The only thankful thought you must have that it is sweet Orchid instead of her. But at least Orchid has the same goal in life, not taking the risks of insanity like she is… And you?? Your best hope of survival stands on the other side of the apron as he waits for you to tag yourself in. Because from that moment Markus, I will be relentless, I will be vicious and screaming your freaking name over and over again. Like a mad man that is enjoying inflicting pain. And yet, would it be enough to convince you otherwise?? Like i care Markus.

The days of me caring about what others think are gone now, I enjoyed inflicting savageness to a returning lost soul. I felt his body cringe at the blood that I took from him. That now is a part of me, just like YOU could become a part of me when I feel like it Markus. Isn’t that what you always wanted? To be a part of something much bigger than your imagination ever could grasp for?? And all you have to do is fight me Markus, fight until you can’t fight no more. Because I will not stop, I will be a hurricane inside that squared circle. I will be the one that takes names, that breaks bones and laughs at everyone during the process. HOW IN THE HELL are you going to stop me Markus? By telling me that you have done it before so history shall repeat itself?? Is that how you base your analogy?? Then I guess that’s why you lost to Despayre AGAIN!! But the truth shall be a reckoning moment for you Markus, it will all boil down to the fact that you can’t seem to come to grips on your own by winning titles and so have I… only fact of it all is that never did I give up, never did I get beaten in a fashion that would tell the world he was pinned fairly. Never was I not once screwed in a match where you have to be pinned or submitted. Never Raab and you?? Can you tell me that? Well guess what, this time fairness has already packed his bags and headed south to the border to Mexico City. Already I could hear you scream vulgar remarks. Already your veins will pop oh so pathetically behind your mask of shame Markus. Because you have to protect your own believes that in the end everything will be alright and you will set the record straight once more.  

He suddenly sees Orchid approaching him as he nods towards her, telling her that he will be soon ready with the shoot that he is doing.

So go ahead and tell me that I will lose once more, but in the end you should wonder yourself why am I keep on trying over and over again?? Because you are a human Markus, you pretend to be a destroyer. But in the end you care like each and everyone else does. You should end me in the most physical way that I cannot live anymore, because if you don’t… I will come back and keep on doing what I am doing now… and you know why?? Because in the end…, IN THE END MARKUS…..

Dmitri looks at Orchid for a few moments before turning his attention back to the camera

Cuz in the end, I do get what I want… too bad it will be too late for you to realize it…

With that the shot ends as Dmitri sees the bottle of red brought to him as well as Orchid’s drink. The two toast as the shot fades to darkness.